#like imagine how hard the “there's a bond that exists between mother and child ah but then again how would YOU know?” would go

[softbadass]

someone should make an animatic of after all by christine ebersole where sera is singing to charlie

[rcinberry]

•♢  ▪  MEET THE JUNG FAMILY ( + IMMEDIATE )

as stated in my intro, the jungs were known worldwide as renowned physicians who would end up owning and funding hospitals all across the world, thus establishing the name JUNG. they’re a household name due to their impact in the medical world, if you hear the name JUNG - you know that their family is tied deep with their hospitality around the world and their influence spoke magnitude. the jung’s are no stranger to the media either, whether it’s on PAGE 6, TMZ, VOGUE or COSMO - their efforts, their style and their lives don’t go unnoticed by the media or the world; all eyes on them. their influence is unmatched; their list of connections are endless. knowing them is a blessing and a curse, depending which jung you knew! 

ELIZABETH JUNG - MOTHER

ah.. miss elizabeth .. liz .. lizabeth, or as sebastian likes to say to her face - waste of space taking the role of ‘mother’ when she lacks motherly love. he and his mother DO not get along,  at all - since the dawn of time, even upon birth he just never vibed with his mom - he can smell the fake from miles away. his mom was always someone who put on a different face but acted completely different in private - in short, his mother is ruthless that puts on a kind mask to the public. sebastian took it from her to be as he is, uncaring, disregards others and thanks to her - his true colors are his true colors. growing up, all they ever did was argue - but god, never in front of silvia. there was no mother son relationship, he felt like a stranger in his own home with her around.... i think they’ve gone to therapy together but you know how the story goes.... look where they are now. ever since elizabeth murdered his uncle when he was a teenager all his suspicions growing up about her lacking any empathy and only gave a fuck about money, it was evident in her life style in her mannerism and the way she spoke down to others (where do you think he gets it from?); after seeing her for what she is, sebastian’s relationship with his mother is non existent from 19 onwards, on paper he is her son but now in public he was nothing to do with her.u kno ? killing ur mother in ur head when ur 13 does wonders and then killing her again at 19 also does wonders this is y i say no matter what the elites say .. it doesnt hurt bc his mom has called him everything in the book that nothing hurts or phases him anymore, no wound cuts deeper than not having a motherly figure 

RICHARD JUNG  - FATHER

ah.. richie rich, dick jung ! anyway, richard is the kinder of the couple - hard working, driven, full of love and just everything elizabeth isn’t. i imagine that richard actually loved being a doctor and helping people out genuinely and like :( he rly loved his brother and losing him was so devastating like theres nothing like losing a twin that won’t hurt? also i think it’s funny, ellie if ur reading this, richard ran away when his brother died and silvia ran away to new zealand w him while seb and silvia died kinda funny huh? anyway, rich and sebastian had the strongest relationship like, he loved and looked up to his father. he would travel with his father to different countries to open up hospitals, attend events for reopenings or revamping whatever the case may be  - sebastian saw the world in a different lense with his dad, those were his favorite memories as a teenager. he didn’t do extra shit and like immerse himself in school and establishing his name the way silvia did, he wanted to travel and see the world with his dad which is what he did and was home schooled for that reason. even tho his dad is gone and he’s trying his best to find him, richard and sebastian have a father son bond that’s strong - sebastian’s like a little kid that finds home in his father, out of everyone in the family he’s the closest thing he has to holding onto his sanity but once that was gone, he was trying not to fall apart. mans just rly wants to find his dad, his inner child is all thats left that needs someone to hold him and tell him he’s doing good , i think .. his dad could do that :/ ouch

SILVIA JUNG - TWIN

ah.. silvia... his bestie since diapers....until you know as of recently, i know i said this in my intro but he would protect silvia like his life depended on it whether she wanted it or not - minus the fact she stabbed him in the back but like him and silvia were two peas in a pod , like not ot be cheesy - she was his best friend growing up because like sebastian... never made friends, he didn’t go to school like silvia did where she had the chance to meet different groups of people and expand her views on the world, all sebastian had was her and he was okay with that? he didn’t like to make friends, and i was talking to ellie bout this but without having a motherly figure in his life - he kind of projected wanting a mothers love onto silvia because she was the closest thing to a mother figure in that house and in his life. he would want her approval, her words cut just as deep as his mother so losing her was like a mind numbing experience. he puts on a brave face to the world acting like he doesn’t care but god it hurts, it genuinely hurts to lose his twin and doesn’t understand how she could turn so cold and cruel towards him yk? he didn’t realize he was suffocating her, he was supposed to protect her but in the end they fell apart. it was supposed to be them against the world yk? like the jung twins together were always a duo in the media, never one without the other - like he cut deep with his words and she was always the timid one between them but they both share qualities that deem them what they were - powerful together but :/ ok im gna cry if i keep typing more

BAMBI - HIS DOGGOOOO, thumper’s silvia’s !

bambi is thumpers sister, the twins got these pair of golden’s when they were babies and they grew up with them and sebastian .. god .. HE loves his dog so much it’s insane, she’s his emotional support and bambi is very protective sebastian - she may be old but she has enough to run and bite people on behalf of him and it’s very fitting, she’s his dog and they’re both selective of each other, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his pup - she gets the best treatment a dog can get, they cuddle in his bed every night, she’s probably seen over 309435 different faces in her life time, anyway sebastian and his dog like to sit together and listen to music and she makes him happy, she knows when he’s sad and cuddles up against him and he instantly feels better 

[sope-and-shine]

Christmas Special: Day 3

-> Pairing: Namjoon x Reader -> Roommate!AU // Best Friend!AU // Fluff // Non-Existent Angst ->Word Count: 2.3k ->Summary: Bedding, Blizzards, and Namtiddies? Oh my! -> Warning(s): None???

A/N: I guess now is a good time to mention that all of these were randomly generated and randomly put into order. There was too much planning and effort that went into this for me to not mention any Namtiddies.

When you agreed to stay home with your roommate and life-long best friend this Christmas and spend Christmas together, it was more of a bonding thing you were going for. You still expected to wrap yourself up in your blankets, sit by your window with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, and watch the city below you get covered in snow. You agreed to binge watch every crummy Christmas movie you could find and make shitty cookies from the package together in your very tiny kitchen. You agreed to wake up early - but not too early - on Christmas morning to open the presents family and friends had been sending to your apartment together.

What you did not agree to was your best friend dumping his stupid science project all over your bed and forcing you to clean your only bedding, quite possibly staining it and the clothes you were wearing. Why was he in your room? Well, he had a question. Why did he have his nasty science project in his hands? Well, that’s a great question he hasn’t answered yet. Why did he dump it on your bed? 

He got a cold chill and lost his grip on it.

Were you angry? Absolutely. You weren’t just mad. You were big mad. Of all the clumsy things this man has done, this had to take the cake. And that’s saying something considering he literally wore Jin’s birthday cake when you celebrated the other week. Yeah, he was never bringing the cake out ever again. Nor would he be allowed in a three legged race again either, but that’s for another time. 

The only thing you could focus on right now, was the loss of you favorite and only bedding. The sounds of your mother nagging you about taking more than one set of bedding with you was clouding you thoughts, “You should take it with you. Don’t come crying back to me when you realize that one set of bedding won’t work! Your sister regretted it and so will you.” 

Oh, how right she was. And you should’ve known better with a roommate like Namjoon. He was nicknamed the god of destruction back in middle school when he tripped over a chair and broke an entire desk. Of course at the time it was the funniest thing in the world, but being on the other side of the destruction felt like karma for all the times you watched him demolish something and enjoyed it. 

You were so mad that Namjoon didn’t just see it. He was feeling it. He felt it the minute his liquidated project landed on top of your plush sheets. The look you gave him as you sat up covered in green and purple slime - at least you hoped it was just slime - as well as the silence that followed you, screamed how much trouble he was in. Now, you’re not an angry person, and you very rarely hold grudges, but you had your moods just like any other person and this definitely pushed your buttons to the limit. It pushed you enough to go through with the one punishment you always promise to give him.

The silent treatment.

Another thing about you: You’re not exactly the shy type. Not with him anyways. You act like he’s barely even there sometimes, allowing yourself to be embarrassing or to sit right next to him on the couch and cling onto him. You were just a tiny koala that demanded food for compensation and he gave it to you every time you asked, and he’s felt your rage plenty of times. But you never went through with your promise of not speaking to him. Until now that is. But Namjoon is a determined guy. He won’t back down from a fight, especially not with you. He’d get you to talk one way or another.

Sitting on the couch with his laptop resting on his lap, glasses slightly low on his nose from working on his paper and looking up to you, he can’t help but be amused. You were trying to make a show of your anger with him, and he could tell instantly. You would walk by him every 5 minutes, make noise in the kitchen, sigh heavily as you say by the window with no comfy blanket. You deserved an Oscar for most dramatic at this point, staring out at the blizzard raging outside with your arms and legs crossed like a child.

“They say the storm is only going to get worse. We could be seeing power outages across town.” Namjoon says, typing away at his essay. You don’t move, continuing your little game of ignoring his entire existence. He shakes his head, “We should watch The Polar Express now in case ours goes out later tonight.”

You don't exactly respond to him, but The Polar Express is your favorite movie, and it was almost impossible for you to ignore his offer to watch it. You hesitate at first, but you do eventually slide off the windowsill of your apartment window and shuffle across the wood floors in your fluffy green socks to the shelf that holds all of your movies and games. Namjoon has to do everything he can to not laugh at you, pretending to be mad even though he can see you bouncing in excitement. If he was right, then you’d be yourself again in no time.

Unfortunately, Namjoon wasn’t aware of how determined you actually were. As soon as you put the movie in, you were sitting on the opposite side of the couch from him with your knees pulled into your chest, acting like his existence meant nothing to you. It caught him off guard, but it didn't totally convince him. You’ve always turned into a child the minute this movie turned on, and there was no way you’d be able to hold out through the whole film. He’d play your game, but he wouldn't lose. You - on the other hand - were having a very hard time. You were still mad with Namjoon, you didn't want to forgive him yet. Everything this week had gone wrong for you, and his accident was just the icing on the cake. But at the same time, you know it was an accident, and he apologized for the first 30 minutes until he realized you really weren't going to say anything. A part of you felt bad knowing deep down that he didn’t deserve this, but a part of you just needed to let it out. 

Or keep it in, in this case.

You both sit quietly on the couch watching the movie, Namjoon tapping away on his keyboard in between dialogue. He’d add in his own thoughts about the movie in between to get you to talk, sometimes asking about your family or even trying to talk about the weather outside. But just like you, it only seemed to rage on.

“C’mon, (Y/n)! I know you’re not talking, but you can’t keep quiet when you know this song slaps! Could you imagine if there was a rap?!” He faces you on the couch and starts bouncing on the couch to a new rhythm, “Hot!Hot! Hey! Break it down now. I know the chocolate is hot, but you’ll like it a lot! Never sip, never drip, never set it down like-“ As much fun as he seemed to be having in his own little world, you were not as amused as he was. He could tell by the look on your face that he only had one option in this situation, “Yeah, I didn’t think it was that great either.”

He let the movie continue on without interruption for a while longer, letting you enjoy the movie playing. It was nice and comforting to enjoy it, at least until you hear a loud popping noise followed by the room going almost completely dark besides Namjoon’s laptop. His prediction of the power going out came a lot sooner than you both expected.

“Well, it looks like the power finally went out.” He says, trying to lighten the mood. Your lack of response wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for though. He sets his laptop aside on the couch and stands up, “We should probably check how much water and food we have so we can decide where we may need to go tomorrow, if at all.”

You follow behind Namjoon quietly, not ready to speak but not yet ready to be alone. Your apartment is an older one, so the darkness wasn’t as inviting as it would be in other houses - but darkness isn’t all that inviting anyways so-

“Did your bedding finish drying?” Your eyes go wide, the realization hitting you. You just put your bedding into the dryer for the first time run before the movie, and it always took at least three for it to actually be nice and fluffy for bedtime. But knowing how well your dryer worked, there was no way it wouldn’t be a sopping mess when you pulled it out. 

“Damnit...” You sigh.

“Ah, so you’re back to talking to me now?” He asks, his knowing smirk being hidden away in the darkness.

“Yeah, well I can’t glare at the darkness and get the same reaction, now can I?” You scoff. He was right in the end just like always, only now it was more unpleasant with the cold weather seeping into your older apartment, “It’s already cold in here, Joonie.”

“Hey, don’t worry. Go put on some extra layers and I’ll figure everything else out.” No matter what situation, Namjoon always knew how to keep you calm and feel a little better - even if you were ignoring him harder than the plague. He remained level-headed even if you were at your worst.

A few minutes later, after much shuffling around with only your phone light, you managed to pull on some sweatpants and a sweater. Not the best options, but they were the best you could do at the moment with your really warm clothes being tucked in the dryer with your sopping wet blankets. You meet Namjoon back in the living room only to find him sitting on the couch with his laptop wearing a hoodie instead of his NASA shirt from earlier. 

You approach him from behind the couch and rest your chin on top of his head, taking a peak at the screen with his English essay on it, “Did you figure something out?”

“Yeah, you can sleep on my bed for the night and I’ll just wing it on the couch tonight.” He says, continuing to type away like that wasn’t what he’d been doing all night anyways. You weren’t as unbothered as he was though. “Namjoon I-” “Don’t start with me, (Y/n). It’s my fault that you don’t have any bedding, so I get to suffer the consequences.” His typing slowly fills the room again as you stand behind him in silence. You were annoyed with him, but making him sleep on the couch with no blankets when it was only getting colder? Not happening. 

You hesitantly wrap your arms over his shoulders, tucking your head into his neck, “But I don’t want you to suffer. What if I wake up to a Namjoon-Pop? I can’t count on anyone buying you in this weather.”

“Wow, you’re really heartbroken over this.” He says with his voice laced in sarcasm.

“Can we just share the bed?” You ask. You lift your head and press the side of your face into the side his, rubbing very softly against it like a cat, “It’s already below freezing outside right now, and it’s only supposed to get colder. I’d feel better if I knew you weren’t freezing...and if I could steal your body heat.”

He shoves you away, “You, Vixen. You just want me for my body.”

“Body heat, there’s a difference.” You say.

“So, you don’t want my cuddles?” He asks, turning his head ever so slightly to look at you. Thinking about it, he wasn’t that far off. His cuddles were the best, and you really can’t help but to agree with him, “Okay, so maybe I do want your body. Who could resist those Namtiddies?”

“Forget it, you can sleep on the couch.” He returns to his laptop, not fond of the name you’d given to his pectorals after he started showing results from hitting the gym.

Eventually - after convincing him you’re not going to speak of the ‘Namtiddies’ for the rest of the night - you both end up lying in his bed, facing his desk chair where he’d placed his laptop with The Polar Express running. His chest is pressed into your back, his warm covers that smell like his Old Spice: Original body products tucked all the way up under your chin. His arms wrap around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible, and you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. It’s intimate, but it’s nothing that’s really new for either one of you. Cuddling like this really wasn’t new, and it actually felt natural for you to be wrapped in his arms. You felt safe with him, and it just made you feel even worse for treating him the way you had today.

“Hey, Joonie?” You ask quietly, unsure if he had fallen asleep yet. He grunts in response with a slight tug to pull you closer, a small ‘hm?’ leaving him. You shrink back into his warmth and grab onto his hand laying in front of your face to play with his fingers out of nervousness, “I’m really sorry for acting like a kid earlier and ignoring you. Even though I was really angry and I’m still not really over it, you didn’t deserve that.”

“(Y/n), you and I both know that you weren’t and still aren’t mad at me.” He mumbles, grasping onto your hand to keep it still and nuzzling his face into your neck to get more comfortable. 

“Okay, but that wasn’t my point.”

He lets out a sigh and pulls at your waist to get you to turn, pulling you into his chest as soon as you turn over enough. He fixes the blanket covering the both of you and holds you against him in hopes to get you to settle into sleep instead of your thoughts. “You forgive me. I forgive you. Can you just listen to The Polar Express so we can go to sleep before it gets colder?” 

And that’s how you fall asleep, your head resting on Namjoon’s chest wrapped up in blankets and his comforting scent. No snow to look at, no hot chocolate in your hands, but at least you have his heartbeat drumming next to your ear to keep you at peace.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Hey there! :) This is for the OC Ask Game, for Harrison: could you answer questions 1-6, 14 &15? Hope you're doing well!

Oh let’s just expose Harrison *cracks knuckles*

1: List five basic facts about your OC.

He’s turning 22 (just shy of his birthday in Moth Work)

He’s gay as fuuuuuh

He’s from Brooklyn, NY

He’s an only child

If you come for his jacket, he’ll come for your life (a very basic fact)

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC.

This is dialogue from book 3 that I still can’t get over (for context, Reeve is criticizing Harrison’s choice of Walmart as a gourmet pie shop back when Walmart used to be a big thing in my books lmaooo):

Reeve: “So your gourmet pie shop is Walmart?”

Harrison: “Why yes, actually… Do you have a problem with saving money and living better?” 

lmfaoooo

Also an iconic interaction from Moth Work:

Lonan: “You’re patronizing me.”

Harrison: “You’re patronizing yourself.” 

3: Post a snippet from your writing that describes your OC.

So this is the first ever description of Harrison from book 1 (I had just turned thirteen when I wrote this):

There’s a faint click somewhere to my right and a soft glow soon illuminatesthe room, shattering the darkness into pieces. I shake off the fact that Ican’t see where the light is coming from, instead pointing the still loaded gunat the first thing I see, a boy who looks a bit older than me with what I makeout to be honey blond hair and the most pissed off expression on his face. 

(fun fact I really wrestled with describing the colour of Harrison’s hair at the time and probably changed “honey blonde” from “honey brown” like 5000 times, 13-year-old me had BEEF with his hair colour)

4: Post a snippet from your writing in which another OC describes your OC.

This is a very old description I scavenged to find from book 6 where Reeve vaguely describes Harrison in the first paragraph which is one way to go about it:

Beside me is wood smoke and copper, leather and strong coffee, all strung around human flesh. He moves with precision, like a player focused on a riveting chess match…

And here’s the most recent paragraph (and the last paragraph in Lonan’s POV) of Lonan describing Harrison when they meet up for the first time after brief hiatus (I haven’t shared this yet, so for context, Suzanna is Harrison’s mother):

In the kitchen, Suzanna laughs at Eliza’s joke, something vaguely about Geminis, or maybe she says alibis. He doesn’t quite hear it. He doesn’t mean to drop the rose, but it falls with a muffled thump between them, a floral border. Lonan blinks many times. He breathes many times. He counts many times. But after all the tests—the blinking, the breathing, the counting, the person at the door doesn’t change. Sunshine hair. Concerned mouth. Semi-crooked nose. Butterfly lashes. Eyes the colour of a kingfisher.

5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance.

Harrison’s the cutest guy in town, so cute he managed to convince @sarahkelsiwrites to get me to write book one! Without Harrison’s cuteness, this 8 book series/monstrosity would not exist! As I’ve said, Harrison’s a cutie and should definitely be treated as such (the downfall of Moth Work loool). He’s shorter than Lonan by just a bit tho I really can’t think of how tall my characters are because I am apparently short and can’t imagine anyone a foot taller than me, so all you need to know is he’s tall but still shorter than Lonan lol. He looks a lot like his Portuguese mother and takes on both her “semi-crooked nose, the same mouth, straight and concerned, the same markabove the eyebrow he always thought came from some sort of accident. Eventhough her eyes are brown and his are clearish and teal, it’s like he has hereyes too—soft and rimmed with lashes like butterfly wings” according to Lonan lool. He wears Lonan’s fake mom’s earring which is a pretty dangly blue gem. Though Harrison could look like anything and all he’d need to be Harrison is his leather jacket. In the book cover I designed, Lonan’s wearing it (ROOD) as he unknowingly takes it in chapter 6, but besides that one time, his jacket never comes off! He also wears his mother’s guardian angel necklace which is a newer edition, though a well-liked one as I always pictured him wearing a chain of some sorts! It’s important to note that when I was thirteen, the only way I’d describe Harrison’s eyes were as “burning turquoise” loool.

Here’s how I drew him for the book cover (though I couldn’t really get his eyes right are they burning turquoise-y enough??):

6: Describe your OC’s love life.

Messy! Harrison’s gone through a lot as a hopeless romantic, and has been lead to much heartbreak because of it. If he loves someone, he really loves someone, and this is very much seen in his feelings toward Lonan. Since we’re spilling the tea on Harrison, here’s his relationship with Lonan throughout the books + as Nothing But Thieves songs (because we’re going THERE):

Book 2

When the boys actually meet! Lonan didn’t exist in book 1 and I think Harrison’s sanity benefitted from this but anyway

They’re coworkers (back when this book was a dystopia lmao, Harrison took an open job as a tech analyst in Lonan’s government squad which was his pride and joy and I have since of course axed it)

They don’t like each other but can’t get enough of being enemies if u know what I mean

NBT song: Last Orders 

Book 3

This “love being your enemy” thing continues even when Lonan makes his redemption arc and he’s no longer an enemy lmaoo

We get to see their actual friendship develop toward the ¾ mark of the book

“Clearly these people care about each other” kind of vibe!

NBT song: Wake Up Call

Book 4

We see a new level of closeness develop between the boys, and though we’re in Reeve’s head, she def senses some tension mwahaha

NBT song: Afterlife

Book 5

Harrison really steps in as not only a friend for Lonan in this book, but a body of support while his mental health goes through it

NBT song: Reset Me

Book 6

They’re both mad at each other for almost this entire book but this gives us more of that tension we WANT

Reeve really notices this tea develop and she be sippin it the whole book

Toward the midpoint there’s definitely explicit suggestion of their relationship (Reeve can’t fully see this as she’s mostly concerned about herself but there’s definitely an ongoing relationship in this book that’s pretty turbulent):

NBT song: You Know Me Too Well

Moth Work

This relationship sees a lot of bad times

It ain’t a healthy relationship by any means and things start falling apart! Both boys have things they have to work out, that are currently causing lots of conflict!

The TEA I have not shared yet is that I *plan* for them to split up by the end of this book (though they never were really together in this book so it’s not really a breakup lol). Harrison moves to Brooklyn with his mom and Lonan stays in Vegas with Eliza (do with that what you will!!)

NBT song: Hostage (for Harrison) and Take This Lonely Heart (for Lonan)

14: What is one of your OC’s secrets?

That he likes waffles better than he like Lonan? Scandle! Harrison had an affinity for waffles in book one. Here are receipts:

A scene from book 3 (2015) that features a lot of iconic content (Harrison’s waffle kink, Foster being prime-time soft boi, grumpy Lonan, narrated by Reeve who manages to not inject her opinion once, my classic 2015 “witty” YA dialogue):

“Ah, well… your sister [the youngest, not Reeve lol] was talking about people, and how being mean is the only way that they listen… She may or may not have had a run-in with Harrison earlier, which is why the topic was brought up…” From next to him, Ris grunts over his steaming waffles, a full mouth when he turns his face toward Lonan who’s got the same laptop in front of his face, furiously tapping at the keyboard as he concentrates. 

Harrison actually reaches over and slams the lid shut.            

“Hey asshole,” he says around his mouthful of waffle. “Put the fucking technology away, and be a little social.” Lonan’s dead silent on the receiving end, and when I look closer at him, I realize it’s because his fists are tightly clenched and a vein in his forehead’s bulging. 

“That was three full days of work that you might’ve completely ruined!” Lonan hisses, eyes wide and angry as he stares at Harrison who’s scowling around his breakfast. 

“Anyway…” Foster continues awkwardly. “Basically, helping people is sometimes–” He’s cut off as a giant waffle is smothered up to his face, Harrison holding it out tauntingly. “What the hell are you doing?” 

“You know you want the waffle… Waffles…”  

Also to the waitress while he and Reeve bond at a diner:

“Thank you.” Harrison says with a wide smile, staring at the waffles like they’re the love of his life. “Oh my fucking god.” He mumbles, and I assume that I’m not meant to here that. 

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?

I think there are a lot of things he’d like to change in his past, namely his relationship with his mother who he’s estranged from until the end of Moth Work. I think he would’ve liked to see her more in his teens (despite being a hard ass when she does show up in Moth Work). He’d go back to Brooklyn and like chill in a pizzeria with his mom lol. On a lighter note, I think he’d also like, join ABBA or something.

Thanks for asking!

[stardustdaemon]

Always meant to be - Sourin

Guess who’s had sever writers block but also started watching Free! again. This is just something to try and break down the wall so, enjoy!

Ghost/Soulmate AU

Rin knew he was never really alone. He always had Haru and Mako. Rei and Nagisa. His mother and Gou.

But sometimes, led awake in the dead of night, staring at his ceiling and praying for sleep to just take him he would feel oddly alert, almost aware of some kind of presence, always lingering just a little out of reach and out of sight.

He chalked it up to stress, eventually growing used to the oddly comforting presence that would follow him wherever he went. Maybe it was his dad? Or maybe it was nothing, just a tired mind with too much creativity and little restraint.

So when he took a break from his post practice run, sitting on a bench and pushing his hair back, he nearly fell backwards off the bench when a figure appeared in front of him, eyebrows drawn down in confusion before he heard a sharp laugh. Rin stared, hands fumbling still to get ahold of the metal bench. He wanted to clutch his heart, to yell at the stranger who clearly had no idea what personal space was. But most importantly...

“The hell are you laughing for?” Was what left his mouth, a bite to his tone that usually caused others to shrink back. The tall stranger in front of him just shrugged, head tilting to the side in an almost playful way.

“At you. Slipping of a bench, spilling water down your leg. All manner of things really.” The other replied, voice weirdly soothing to Rin. But this wasn’t the time to be admiring the guy, no matter how broad and handsome he was.

“Right. And can I ask what on earth you want from me?” Rin asked, calmer this time as he stood from the bench, glad when the stranger took a step back, eyes wide. Rin rose an eyebrow, watching the confident and cocky man before him turn shy and almost embarrassed?

“I... Um. I think you dropped this? Maybe?” Rin looked to the strangers hands and back up, gently taking a bright pink hair clip with a small bunny head on the side.

“You think I dropped this?” Rin asked, lips quirking up no matter how hard he willed them not to before he laughed, pocketing the hair clip before shaking his head, exchanging a few more words before turning away to head home.

When he heard footsteps behind him he wondered if the guy was going the same way, wondered how awkward it would be if they had to travel together for the next ten or so minutes after Rin just finished saying his goodbyes.

Five more minutes passed, continuous footsteps echoing just behind him and Rin was starting to wonder if this was the day that he died. He felt his heart start to race in his ears, trying to remember exactly how fast he was walking, glancing for any quick turns or routes to lead him to safety.

After a while, fed up of both the nerves and being followed, he spun on his heel, startling the other into a small stumble and Rin waited for the collision.

It never came.

Instead, Rin was yet again faced with the gray gravel beneath his feet, the darkening hues of the sky. Until he turned around.

The stranger was stood perfectly behind him, shoulders hunched forwards in an almost defensive, afraid manner and Rin was honestly starting to wonder if he was sleeping.

Did that man just phase through him? It would make sense with how fast he appeared earlier, but ghosts? Weren’t you only meant to be haunted by those you knew? Oh come on Rin, like you believe in Ghosts.

Apart from at the moment, Rin was honestly considering it. He cleared his throat, tapping the strangers back, refusing to notice how much his own hand was shaking.

No words were exchanged as Rin’s hand met thin air, all but confirming what he never thought to be true. He withdrew his hand as if he had been burnt, stumbling slightly before clutching his heart.

The boy turned around then, eyes wide and skin pale. Neither spoke as they just stared at the other, the air between them eerily calm.

“Y-You... You’re a ghost?!” Rin asked, voice a hushed but frantic whisper. The other sighed, posture drooping in defeat.

“Yeah. Not really what you’d expect, huh?” His voice sounded resigned, shoulders lifting in a gentle shrug as Rin finally managed to steady his breathing before stepping closer, finding that in the wake of the initial shock, all he felt was a calm sensation.

Something familiar and intimate.

“Wait. Are you the one who I’ve been... feeling since I was younger?” He asked softly, not wanting to hurt this boy anymore than he clearly had been. The other just smiled.

“Sousuke.” The other introduced. Sousuke.

“Rin. Though you... probably already know that.” He mumbled, hand stretching out to try to grasp Sousuke’s before he remembered, instead reaching to rub at his hair. They moved to a different bench, silent for a while before Sousuke spoke up.

“When I was twelve, I was walking home from a trip with some friends. The train warnings were faulty that day, though I had no idea. I blindly ran across the tracks, barely registering the horn of a train before everything went black. When I woke up I was terrified, looking everywhere for my mum or dad, even more scared when all I saw was an unfamiliar home. That was about eight years ago now. Since then I’ve found I can’t stray too far from you, nor was I ever able to make any contact. So, my apologies for just kind of, following you around.” He finished a little sheepishly, looking away again as Rin took it all in.

This boy had died as a kid? And instead of being with his family he was with a stranger? He really hoped he’d wake up from this dream soon.

“I’m.. Really sorry to hear that but... why me?” Rin asked, finally turning to look at Sousuke. The other was staring up at the sky, brokenly sad smile dimming his features.

“I heard this weird thing when I was younger. That my family are... Blessed and cursed at the same time. We have a connection to somebody and we’ll feel it either once we’re born or they are, depending on the situation. We’ll either live our lives and be drawn closer and closer to that person, until we become a part of each others lives, but for some of us, if we die before we have that first meeting, we’ll spend the rest of their lives watching over them. I always thought it was a myth, something my grand parents said to entertain me. But, the eight years I’ve spent intertwined quietly in your life, I think they may have been telling the truth.”

Rin couldn’t hold back the tears now. What was previously a gentle push on his chest was now a wave, crashing down on him and forcing any emotion out. Sousuke turned to him in shock at his first outburst, eyes quickly softening as he moved closer to Rin, centimetres apart and yet miles away.

Rin didn’t even bother to hide his face from the other, instead just let his head hang low. Sousuke was meant to be his soulmate? Somebody who was meant to come into his life no matter what and bring him happiness and love? And Rin was meant to be a person Sousuke was to search for? He’d heard stories of soulmates before, vivid images of Haru and Makoto setting into his brain, but he never imagined that such a bond could exist so strongly, let alone be connected to him.

It took a while for Rin to calm down, cautious looks from the few passing people on their way home from work enough to get him to quiet himself, since to them he was sat on a park bench alone, bawling like a child.

“So, all thoses times I felt like somebody was there, somebody was comforting me and watching over me, keeping me safe, it was you?” Rin chanced a glance at Sousuke, seeing the other nod as affirmation before he sighed, hand running through his hair. This was all too much to take.

And then suddenly it hit him like a tonne of bricks.

“Come on Rin, if you don’t hurry we’ll miss practice!”

“I know! Just give me a second!” Rin called back to his friend, waving them ahead as he dropped to one knee to tie his shoe. He felt the wind blow softly as he stood up, almost crashing into another boy about his age.

“Ah, I’m really sorry! Are you okay?” He asked, reaching out a hand in case as the other just smiled, blue eyes crinkled slightly in kind, already moving past him, an echo of an apology all that was left of him.

Later on that day, Rin had felt his heart constrict in a way he never thought possible, the pain causing him to double over in the pool and clutch onto his chest with both hands, eyes tearing up and before he knew it, the pain was gone as quick as it came.

“You... Over there... We ran into each other didn’t we? The day you... died?” Rin asked carefully, head nodding towards the bench Rin was sat on before as Sousuke nodded, gentle smile on his lips.

“Yeah. Which would be why you can see me now. The place where our original paths crossed was revisited, meaning we now have a physical connection. Atleast, I’d assume that’s how it worked.” Sousuke shrugged, gazing softly at the other. Rin felt his cheeks heat up, wondering just how many times Sousuke had seen him upset. Excited, Heart broken. Victorious. Falling Apart. On the road to recovery.

It was a lot to take in, the knowledge that somebody was put on this earth to love him and only him, only to be ripped away before they could even meet properly. He swallowed back more tears, taking a deep breath.

“So... Do you think the gods or... whoever put this curse on your family made the right move?” Rin asked, question open and gentle, with a hint of humour to it. Sousuke grinned, tilting his head to the side.

“I’d say they definitely knew what they were doing when they placed me with you. I’m glad I got to see so much of your life, Rin, even if it wasn’t how I would have preferred it. Already being in love with somebody before you have a chance to talk to them or touch them, it’s hard. But you’re a joy to watch, to observe. I’d often talk or sing to you on your bad days, watch and laugh with you and your friends. Cheer for you whenever you had races.” Sousuke smiled, glancing down at Rin’s hand before gingerly laying his over the top, skin almost touching. Rin looked down too.

Sousuke was tanned, skin slightly translucent but dark enough to see the distinct contrast to his own pale skin. He turned his hand over, palm facing up, and willed himself to believe he could feel the warmth and weight of Sousuke’s palm in his.

“Thank you. For looking after me and loving me when I wasn’t even aware you were there. As weird as this is, my heart is fluttering slightly at the thought that I’ve always had somebody by my side who loves me, no matter what and wants to see me happy. I feel like I’ve missed you and only just gotten you back. Strange huh?” He murmured, head tilting to mimic resting on the others shoulder, all nerves and fear washed away by the mere understanding of the others existence and presence beside him. Sousuke hummed in agreement, eyes closing.

They stayed that ways for a while, quietly talking about things they missed, Sousuke catching Rin up on his favourite moments to be beside him and Rin sharing stories of the times who knew somebody was there, keeping him calm and safe.

Before they knew it, the sky was turning dark and Rin stood, smiling at Sousuke as they made the walk back to his apartment.

They spent the night led side by side on Rin’s bed, laughing and talking, poking fun at the other whenever they could and Rin realised that Sousuke really was perfect for him.

The tears came during the early hours of the morning, when the realisation that they could never touch  

crashed down on Rin. Curled into the others chest as best as he could manage, Rin blamed it on over tiredness.

Sousuke let him believe it worked.

Before Rin fell asleep, he asked himself so many questions; of how they could make this work, of how different his life would be knowing that Sousuke was always going to be there. Even found himself briefly thinking that if he died he could atleast hold the others hand.

“You know, I want you to live your life right? Achieve your dreams, stay happy, meet people.” Sousuke interrupted and Rin startled, looking up at the other boy before smiling softly.

“I know. And I plan too. But first, I want to learn more about you, make up for the eight years that were stolen from us. Maybe I can track down your family too, see if they have any record of this happening. And if they do maybe I can ask them if the deity that hates them could maybe just... give you back your body, obviously fully grown.”

“Obviously. Sleep, you’re starting to sound delusional.” Sousuke laughed, a soft and deep sound, making butterflies fly within his stomach.  

“Am not, you’re the delirious one.” Rin yawned, curling up more in the direction of the other.  

He closed his eyes, feeling his breathing slow down and his heart rate relax, one last thought slipping from his lips.

“Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up?”

“Of course.”    

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Oh, just now noticed your other writing prompts, but how about "the truth behind Laura's scary story"? If you still feel like doing those, of course!

The Truth Behind Laura’s Scary Story

So, this took me... a few hours. Hours in which I probably should have been working on my paper for Monday... but ah well. I’ll just do that after I eat dinner. 

It is extremely spoiler filled, so proceed with caution. It is also around fifteen pages long.

Enjoy.

All legends contain a kernel of truth, and this one is no different.

Once upon a time, there was a husband and wife. They were deeply in love, but still very unhappy, for they did not have children. While the goddess they worshipped only had domain over time and space, not fertility, there were other deities out there in the Pantheon, and there was no harm to praying to one that did. So the wife prayed every day for a miracle and was ecstatic when her wish was granted and she gave birth to triplets: A beautiful, eldest boy, and two little girls—identical twin sisters. Their parents were overjoyed, as the children seemed perfect in every way.

…Well, every way but one. Unfortunately, they had inherited their father’s bad genetics when it came to their eyes: they all had coloboma of the iris. They were a bit larger than usual, and the parents feared initially that it may be edging into aniridia territory, but, thankfully, the doctor determined that it just looked like that because the babies’ eyes were still small and developing. So while they would end up with some parts of their irises missing, it wouldn’t be enough that they would suffer too many vision problems—especially if their parents were careful and got them floppy hats and sunglasses to shade and protect their eyes (note—I am not an ophthalmologist or optometrist, I have no idea if this medically correct, though I do know those two conditions exist and cause some interesting and sometimes debilitating eye problems). It was a bit of a shame that it obscured their pretty, baby-blue eyes though. But their mother had the same blue eyes as an adult, so at least a bit of that beautiful color would probably stay with them for the rest of their lives.

 They named the boy Eugene, the youngest girl Jessica, and, the eldest girl… well, the eldest girl was to have a very special name. You see, Relatia’s people were in a period of transition. A few months after her 92nd birthday, the Previous Rainbow Child died peacefully in her sleep. No muss or fuss or overt tragedy—she was just old, and it was her time to go. But today, ah, today was the date that she always returned, and while seven months wasn’t quite long enough for a baby to grow to full term, it was still sufficient for a life to survive, and even thrive, under the right conditions, so she was guaranteed to be born somewhere in the world today. Sure, despite many girls being born among Relatia’s people on this day, none had the characteristic Rainbow eyes, but that happened sometimes. The last Rainbow Child, for instance, had been born in a place called “France,” and search parties had to be sent out to find her and bring her back to her true people, so that’s what would happen this time as well. …Hopefully the searchers that were sent this time would be smarter and kinder about it. Relatia had not been pleased when she found out that the searchers she had sent had basically grabbed the child from the middle of the park she was playing in—without informing her parents, or getting their permission. That… had not been pretty, especially since it took a few months for her to be informed of this since obviously the searchers weren’t going to tell her, and the nascent Rainbow Child could not speak English yet. The point was, today was a propitious day, as the period of tense waiting, almost a second mourning, was finally ended, and people could start transitioning into a more welcoming mode and prepare the new generation for the ascension in 13 years. And as it was such a propitious day, and the couple decide to gift their eldest daughter with the popular and propitious name of “Laura.”

 I feel it is important to note here that there are many signs that point towards a Rainbow Child. There are the obvious ones such as the Birthday and eye color, and, yes, even the name at times, depending on where she came from/who gave it to her, but those are not always the best ways to tell.  As evidenced here, many girls and boys can share a Birthday, and a name… and since eye color is dependent on the iris, even—at least partially, since high amounts of spiritual power/aura can also affect things—in the case of the Rainbow Child… if there is a physical problem with her eyes like, say, coloboma (or turning into a treecko, in one notable case), then one cannot depend on the obvious signs. The eyes may be the window to the soul, but it’s really hard to see things clearly if the window is dirty or broken. In this case, one has to depend on the invisible signs. Among them are the common—love of heights and painting—as well as the uncommon—i.e., the Dimensional Scream ability.

 So imagine the parents shock when, at age five, little Jessica came home from a day of play with her siblings, crying about something scary she saw earlier—one of their close neighbors tripping over a rock and getting a bloody gash on his forehead. Of course, the girl’s mother immediately went next door to check on him, and he was perfectly fine. So she scolded her little girl for telling falsehoods… and then had to apologize the next day when the man came home from the healer’s with a bandaged head from where he tripped over a rock and cut a bloody gash in it.

 So little Eugene, Laura, and Jessica’s parents immediately took Jessica to the high priest/ess, who called for Relatia, and, lo and behold, it was determined that Jessica was, in fact, the nascent Rainbow Child.

 At this point, any sane parent would tell their little girl what was going on, right? If not that she was the actual Rainbow Child—since that is, admittedly, a lot of responsibility to heap on a five year old who doesn’t even know how to read yet—then at least that they found out something special about her, and that in the future she would need some extra lessons in order to help her understand some things and make sure that things were easier for her when she was older, and that of course they loved and cared for her brother and sister just as much as they always had, and, y’know, it might not be a half bad idea to offer them some more lessons and training as well, since the bond between siblings is often very strong and this is going to have a big impact on them in future? Well, you would be right.

 Unfortunately, these were not any sane parents, and while there was no doubt that they loved their children, all their children, just as much has they did before, the prospect of having a famous child and more direct attention from their goddess went way, way to their heads. So they decided that their first course of action was to force their daughters to switch names. And then not tell them why. And then force the new Laura into some intensive training and classes… and not tell any of their kids why, or what they were for.

 This, of course, led to extreme jealousy and hurt in the new Jessica, who had liked her old name and didn’t understand why her sister got to take both it and a lot more of Mommy and Daddy’s attention, and confusion, jealousy, and hurt from the new Laura, who didn’t want a new name, and who wanted to be able to go and play outside all day like she used to, like her siblings still could, like they were all supposed to since Mommy and Daddy had said they wouldn’t start school until they were six. And poor, poor Eugene was pretty much shuffled off to the side—a bit jealous at the lack of attention, but mostly upset that it meant he was the only available target for the new Jessica’s anger and unhappiness since, again, his parents and other sister were now sequestered away a lot of the time.

 The siblings’ relationship only deteriorated from there—though there were some moments of unity and closeness, where they decided to just forgo their parents’ names altogether and call each other by special nicknames. Iris, for the new Jessica, because of the coloboma messing with her irises. Pupil for the new Laura, both because it was a play on the eye condition she shared with her sister and the alternate definition of the word—a student—because of how much of her time was now spent studying. Genie for Eugene, since they couldn’t think of any more eye puns and Pupil shared the same sorts of nicknaming conventions that her eventual successor would have—which, really, should have been another early indicator of who she was, as she had practically forced everyone to call her “Jessie” when her legal name had still been Jessica.

 But, again, though these small moments of unity existed, they were not enough to save the close relationship the siblings once had—one close enough that they used to count as her partners when it came to the Dimensional Scream. But gradually those slowed down as trust was lost. Jealously can lead people to act very badly, and, in a desperate bid for attention, Iris would often act out causing problems and then blaming them on her sister. One would think that it would be obvious who exactly was acting out… but biases can do strange things to people as well. It isn’t uncommon to assume that children in positions of power will act like spoiled brats sometimes, so everyone assumed that the position of Rainbow Child had just gone to Pupil’s head, and made her act bratty—so, really, punishing her was a good thing, as it would teach her the humility she would need when she actually grew into her power. Of course, because the adults all knew who she was, as did the children when they turned 13, they forgot that Pupil would not assume she was anything other than an average child—albeit one with the Dimensional Scream ability—and so would have no idea the scrutiny her actions were put under. Complaints about the unfair treatment would, of course, only further the idea that she was a good-for-nothing brat who needed to learn some responsibility, and that her sister—who was, in reality, the true perpetrator of the misdeeds—was a real trooper, a little angel, and it must be so hard for her to try and resist her sister’s temptations, so of course a little misbehavior here and there is acceptable. She probably just wants some attention.

 Genie, of course, was stuck between a rock and a hard place, because on the one hand, he actually bothered to check and differentiate between his sisters and knew who was really misbehaving—in part because Iris was quickly becoming a bully and would coerce him into helping her—so he knew that a lot of the treatment towards Pupil was unfair. On the other hand… going along with Iris’ plans still netted him some positive attention. And stopped her from punching him. So as much as he tried to play mediator or throw Pupil the occasional bone… he started to become a little bit of a bully as well. And yet… those occasional bones did let him continue to act as a Dimensional Scream partner, even if the resulting visions were far weaker than they should have been… but that only furthered the problems of the sibling dynamics.

 Of course, pretty much all of this went over Relatia’s head, because everyone was nothing but doting towards Pupil whenever the goddess was around—which definitely caused some emotional whiplash—and the siblings actually genuinely got along more-or-less when she was around, because she loved to spend time with all of them—even if she still favored Pupil. She thought it was great that this Rainbow Child had a built-in set of friends and allies, and that she didn’t have to be lonely when Relatia was away. And no one—not even the children—would ever dare tell her otherwise because… well, she was a goddess. And even though she was typically benevolent, there were tons of stories about how volatile her temper could get, and exactly what happened when she was unhappy, and even if the kids didn’t really understand her interest, they knew enough to read the room and mood and determine for themselves that it probably wouldn’t end well for the majority of the townsfolk if they found out exactly what was going on when she wasn’t around.

 But Relatia at least noticed enough to see that pupil was getting more stressed as she got older, even if she didn’t really know the cause, so when she and her siblings were about 12, she decided that she would take this nascent Rainbow Child on the traditional, at least once a lifetime Rainbow Child trip to the Pokémon World—maybe even extending the trip long enough for her to ascend there, if she seemed to be having a good time. So she packed everyone up and they headed to the pokemon world, arriving at the home of one of her liasons—a ninetales with an extremely powerful and potent grasp on the Dimensional Scream.

 She had the group stay there for a little bit since the trip was short notice and those worshippers who lived in the pokemon world—human and pokemon alike—weren’t prepared for such a big group. This… was probably a mistake. Well, it was definitely a mistake, especially given what would happen later, but what was more of a mistake is the fact that Relatia didn’t stick around for introductions or instructions beyond “Don’t let these people die or wander away into the freezing cold mountains,” so Ninetales had no idea that the nascent Rainbow Child was part of the group. Or that she had two siblings—one of whom was an identical twin. Or that said twin had a wildly different personality to her given their upbringing, and that the reason she no longer really went out of her way to try and talk to people or start conversations was because she didn’t really expect kindness or belief any more from anyone who wasn’t Relatia or—occasionally—her siblings (meaning her brother, typically). Least of all from a strange adult pokemon who looked intimidating (as both an adult and as a pokemon in general, since this was Pupil’s first time seeing one in real life) and was already annoyed at having to play host to a bunch of strangers. The kids’ bratty behavior did not endear them to her at all—in Iris’ case because she was the one actually acting bratty and rude and in Genie’s case because he wasn’t stopping her, and Ninetales was too proud to deign to look beneath the surface and realize that it was out of fear of his sister’s behavior. And Pupil was so quiet as to be beneath her notice—Ninetales literally had no idea she was there, as any glimpses she saw she attributed to actually being glimpses of Iris—in part because Pupil was too nervous to really venture far from her parents while Iris had no such compunctions and basically went wherever she pleased in the cave—and assumed that these moments of silent staring and not acknowledging her complaints, lectures, and warnings, were more bouts of rudeness rather than a completely separate person who had no idea what she was talking about. Ninetales was glad when Relatia finally came back for them and she was left alone. She never wanted them to come back, ever, and swore that she wouldn’t help them of her own volition if they ever did come back.

 Luckily, the group of people that Relatia took them to next had actually been prepped about the visitors’ identities and were very happy and willing to meet with everyone. They were also more open to people in general, and actually took the time to look beneath the surface and differentiate between the siblings. They didn’t put up with any of Iris’ nonsense, as they knew very well who was really causing all the trouble. But they still weren’t quite able to get to the bottom of the spoiled relationship or realize just how rotten it had become, nor did they bother to inform the parents about what was up—other than some raised eyebrows whenever the adults tried to claim that Pupil was in any way a brat.

 There were also some pokemon in the group who became especially close to the triplets. A shuppet at first became close friends with Pupil, a gardevoir would become close with Genie, and a haunter would initially be interested in Iris. She was not very happy with this, especially when the haunter realized what a jerk she was and started to keep more of a distance and the shuppet realized that Iris had way more jealously that Pupil did and became fixated on her due to out of fascination/mild hunger. The gardevoir friendship was extremely unexpected… at least as first. But it became clearer as Genie could afford to let his walls down more in this new world, and could actually escape from Iris for a bit and act like a real brother to Pupil without fear of retribution. And Gardevoir could sense that from the beginning. Pupil, of course, was enthralled to find people who actually liked her and were nice to her… but she was still shy and wary. The siblings had a lot more free time in general in this world, in part because the whole thing was basically being treated as a learning experience for Pupil anyways and she was so close to ascension that formal lessons could be held off for now… as well as the fact the pokemon were subtly keeping her parents and the others from the human world away from her as much as possible since they could tell that something was wrong. Relatia was also too busy to keep that many tabs on her, since she had taken the group to some of her worshippers who lived in a different region than the Golden Child did—meaning she hadn’t had as much contact with them as she probably should, and the smaller amount of Time Gears in the area made things a bit more volatile in general. It was something of a work in progress, and the Golden Child was too busy with other things to join them right away.

 This meant that it was fairly easy for Pupil to slip away to just hang out with her brother and gardevoir—and to start having Dimensional Screams again now that she could trust him better. She particularly liked hanging out on top of a cliff/bluff overlooking the sea—because the Rainbow Child is always fixated on tall things, the ocean, and combinations therof. This would eventually come back to bite her, hard, when Iris finally found out where she was going, about a week before their thirteenth birthday.

 She was not happy. At all. Not with the fact that she wasn’t invited, not with the way things were going in general, not with how unfair and terrible all three of her siblings’ lives had been up to that point. So she took it out on Pupil, Pupil finally gained enough confidence to fight back, Genie tried to intervene because, despite everything, he really did love both his sisters, and, well…

 The fact that they didn’t know whose fault it ultimately was would haunt them for the rest of their lives. Did Iris push her? Did Genie? Did she simply lose her footing? …Did she finally decide she couldn’t handle it any more and jump off herself?

 Whatever the cause, the effect was Pupil, lying at the bottom of the cliff, blood everywhere… unconscious, but not quite dead. Not yet. And the very world itself seemed frantic to keep it that way. A Rainbow Child had never yet died before ascension, after all, and no one knew quite what would happen if Pupil was the first.

 Iris freaked out and ran away, back to camp, both to try and hide the evidence and because she was horrified by what happened since, deep down, she still loved her sister dearly. But the others stayed. Haunter forced himself to evolve into Gengar so that he would be able to grab Pupil’s spirit and force it back if it tried to leave her body. Shuppet did his best to help. And Gardevoir somehow, someway used her powers to call for help—grabbing the greatest rescuer ever—a Lucario—from a distant time in order to help their group make it back to camp—not realizing at the time that she was actually creating a bit of a paradox, as it would be this rescue which would cement him in history as the greatest long before he was even born. As well as… one other effect, which would not become apparent until later, and which neither of them would probably realize the significance of in the aftermath. At least, not right away.

 But in any case, they made it back to camp after an arduous journey. The Lucario was sent to his proper time once more. Pupil remained clinging to life by the barest threads, but it was hard. And Gengar and Shuppet were exhausted from their efforts. But they couldn’t exactly hand the task off to anyone else at this point, because the thread was so delicate that an attempt would likely snap it. Instead, some sort of power-up or psychic boost would be more helpful. Which is when Shuppet remembered that he’d heard something about ninetales’ tails being full of psychic energy—even down to the smallest bit of fur, and Genie remembered where a ninetales lived, and Garevoir remembered where she could acquire the TM for the move Teleport.

 But none of them remembered that Ninetales all but hated Genie and his sister, nor did they realize that she had no idea that he had more than two.

 Genie made it back, holding some fur which was full of psychic energy—and also, though unknown to him, slightly cursed. Gardevoir did not. And Genie refused to tell anyone what happened. Just as he, Iris, and the

 But the fur worked, despite the curse. Though it did leave somewhat of an imprint of the events seared into Pupil’s unconscious psyche… a distorted version always staiying just in the back of mind, transcending all her lives in the form of a scary story. And she even woke up one last time, the morning of her thirteenth birthday, when energy coursed through her as she ascended. She didn’t have much time left, but what little time she did she used to bless her siblings.

 For, you see, all legends have kernels of truth within in them, even as they become distorted over time. According to legend, Relatia is the one who charged the Time Gears. According to legend, Relatia is the one who blessed the Rainbow Child with the gift of reincarnation. But the truth is that Relatia had nothing to do with it—the Rainbow Child did both things all on her own. And she could tell that there was curse nearby, even if she was too out of it to determine which sibling it had been laid on. And she wanted another chance to know them, when their relationship wasn’t so tainted by what had happened in this life. So… she gave them a blessing. A small twist on the curse. One chance at reincarnation. One hope that they would meet again. No knowledge if she had done enough to let them remember, or if she—or the curse—would leave their memories in a state similar to hers whenever she reincarnated. And then she died.

 And then her siblings found out that she was the Rainbow Child. And realized how much their lives had been ruined, despite knowing how much love persisted in their family, despite the rot. And Relatia took everyone home, and decided that it was too dangerous for the Rainbow Child to visit other worlds, and that she was too upset by this experience and wouldn’t come of her own volition anymore either—only if someone called her for help, like if Temporal Tower started to decay.

 So people in the pokemon world gradually forgot the legends, and no one thought to call her when Temporal Tower started crumbling. And the Spirit Trio forgot the true purpose of the Time Gears. And when a Rainbow Child did finally return, it was nearly a thousand years later—possibly longer, since it’s kind of hard to tell how many years have actually passed when the world is paralyzed and the pokemon in charge of time has gone insane.

 Meanwhile, upon return to the human world, Iris bolted pretty much immediately. She ran away from home and from her people as soon as she could, and no one really tried to stop her—beyond ensuring the typical protections so that Relatia’s people could remain secret and safe—and no one ever found out what happened to her. So her parents essentially lost both their daughters.

 Genie stayed. He actually became an acolyte and guard… and fourteen or so years later, he met a blonde girl with eyes like rainbows, on the day of her ascension as the Rainbow Child. She was looking for her little brother, who had run away during preparations for her and her family’s parade through the crowd as part of the ceremony, since he was embarrassed and ashamed to show his facial scars to everyone in the crowd—facial scars which he shared with his sister, from the fire that killed their parents and was started when their alcoholic cousin, who was visiting at the time, fell asleep on the couch while smoking a cigarette. She and her brother had been living with their grandparents when she was found, and her grandparents had actually been very happy to bring the remains of their little family over to join Relatia’s people, as they thought a bit of change would be good for their darling grandchildren after all the trauma they’d endured. But she was still trying to get used to things—especially the new language, and the fact that everyone’s first instinct was to call her by a different name, “Laura,” than the one she’d used all her life, and she knew that her brother would still be in the same boat, and now hopelessly lost on top of everything else, so if Genie could please help her, that would be really great.

 Genie asked if she recognized him. She said his outfit looked kind of familiar? Maybe she’d seen him around the temple? But that was it.

 He asked for a posting in a temple far away, maybe by the portals which the Rainbow Child was now forbidden to visit?

 His request was granted, and he lived a long, if quiet, life, and died peacefully in his sleep.

 And nearly a thousand years later, he was reincarnated as a ghastly, with no memories of his former life until he turned thirteen and began remembering more, little by little. Starting with the fact that he used to be human.

 And it wasn’t until the curse of Gardevoir—and the remnants on him which his former incarnation’s sister’s blessing couldn’t fully remove—that he started to remember he had siblings.

 And it wasn’t until much, much later, that he began to remember everything that happened that fateful day on the cliff.

 But he still never found out what caused his sister to fall.

 But by that point… it didn’t really matter any more.

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Alight (4/?)

If the cabin seemed compact from the first floor, the second surprised Nesta. There were three doors leading to separate bedrooms, two with a joining bathroom. A ladder stood in the center of the landing that led to an open attic.

Normally more comfortable with high spaces, she’d chosen that room.

Mor and Elain bid her goodnight, separating into their own rooms, before she crept up the ladder.

Fortunately the space was tasked as a bedroom already. With a plush bed with its head pushed to the single window on the far wall, it also held a small dresser and a stack of pillows upon a rug in the guise of a sitting area.

Placing her things neatly on the floor so as to not disrupt the dust that had settled on the dresser, she crawled across the mattress, using the sloping ceiling on either side to balance her. The window revealed a plane of earth, cleared of vegetation, weapons strewn about. A dagger stuck from the dirt, a sword laid haphazardly by it. Like there’d been a battle, and they were stolen away – leaving traces of their existence to wither with the weather.

A light rain had started again, and judging by the state of their roads, she wondered if the Illyrians warriors ever experienced a dry, warm day.

Surely no condition to leave weapons lying around in.  She scoffed and flipped onto the mattress, closing her eyes with relief.

“I’d have to agree.”

Nesta sat forward suddenly, bearing her weight on her elbows behind her, and peered past where the moonlight lit the room.

“But then again,” Cassian said, laughing as he stepped into the white glow from her window. “Illyrians have never been known for their intelligence. Bastard-born brutes, yes. But not knowledge of things that matter.” At that he scowled. Okay, sensitive subject.

“Is this the part where you tell me that’s where they’ve underestimated you,” she replied, quirking an eyebrow at him.

His form swallowed the room and she was mildly impressed that he was able to fit in the attic. His dark hair swung forward to shadow one eye as he ducked below the rafters. She hadn’t even heard the ladder creak when he came up.

“Catching on, are you,” he asked from deep within his throat, venturing another step toward her.

She watched his gaze settle on where her chest inflated erratically. She schooled her face into an impassive mask, completely ignoring the fact that her blood felt electrified.

“Am I intruding? You must be tired,” he finally said, raking a hand through hair still wet and unruly from being outside earlier that night. Shy was a fresh look for him. “I… I just thought we could discuss what you said at dinner. When you said that you wanted to help. Did you mean that?”

“Ah, I… yes, I meant it. Please sit.” She waved a hand to the end of the bed and curled her legs beneath her.

Cassian tentatively sat on the edge of the mattress, wings tucked tightly to one side, not yet looking at her, but at his wringing hands. It seemed like he was settling himself.

“I wish…” He paused. “I wish this wasn’t happening again. We supposed it would, after Amarantha, but not of this magnitude. You and your sisters shouldn’t have this burden, not when you’ve only just been Made. The things my family and I have seen… Unspeakable things. I just wanted to make sure you’ve acknowledged the brutality still to be come, and the possible outcome.”

She knew what outcome he was referring to, had mentally prepared herself for it. But thinking about death, and staring it in the face were totally separate entities.

“Cassian. You forget they tossed my family in the slums when we lost our wealth. Watching death eat someone slowly from starvation has hardened us, I think,” she said soothingly, placing a hand atop his shoulder. He stopped moving altogether, stopped breathing. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

She slowly withdrew her fingers, planning on holding the hand to her chest for the remainder of their conversation – a silent promise not to touch him again – when his own hand shot out blindingly fast to capture her wrist.

Nesta gasped at the contact of skin on skin. His grip was enough to hurt her, yet she was tempted to tell him to wrap those lovely hands around her whole body and hurt her everywhere.

“Sometimes,” he said, sounding strained. His attention was now where his hand traveled to her palm, stroking softly with his thumb. “I forget you are unaware of our traditions. Dinner, for instance. Making your mate a meal, allowing him to eat something that you alone made, is a part of the acceptance of the mating bond.”

It was her turn to stop breathing. She had no idea the significance.

“Don’t worry, sweetness,” he said quickly, noting her expression. No doubt she looked horrified. She wished that wasn’t the first expression he saw. “I won’t hold you to it. There are things our kind takes very seriously, however, mannerisms and traditions that I can teach you with time. Things that you would not have known otherwise. What I said at dinner was also true – the choice is yours alone.”

“I know,” she replied softly.

Cassian nodded, as if some agreement had been made, and turned those beautiful eyes to her own. “May I ask you a question?”

Now captured in his gaze, Nesta nodded slowly.

“How did you learn to block me from your mind? Sometimes I hear everything, others I hear total silence. Did Mor instruct you?” His finger stopped circling her still-outstretched palm and she wanted to scream at him to start again.

He winced and laughed gloriously. “Like that, right there? I heard that.” Still, though, his movements against her skin resumed.

Nesta smiled, angling her pointer finger upward to graze the inside of his wrist, and she felt the bond physically hum. Even the slightest touch and she had enough electricity coursing through her she could light the night. “No one instructed me. I imagine a knob inside my mind and I turn it until the bond quiets.”

“What an original and beautiful creature you are,” he said after a moment of studying every inch of her face.

“So now I’m reduced to a creature, am I?” She laughed. He grew serious and stared at her mouth, and then into her eyes again. Quickly recovering from his change in mood, and her now hammering pulse, she said, “And what could a creature like me contribute to your war, hmm? I’m not strong enough to carry you on my back through battle, but I could learn to jump through hoops if that pleases you.”

It felt like she was treading on dangerous ground for some reason.

“You could win a battle of wits with any male, and once we’ve trained you to harness your full power… you could win the war, if you so wished.”

Cassian’s words were intoxicating. He not only thought her capable, but believed her to be powerful. A woman. She was drunk on the feeling radiating from them both, and she reached up to capture his chin between the fingers of her free hand, feeling his day-old beard scrape her delicate skin.

Leaning forward to pin him with her gaze, she whispered, “Thank you.”

Gathering her hand in his, he slowly removed her grip from his face. “Nesta, you shouldn’t unless…,” he said, pained. “It’s just… I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself, if you don’t.”

Nesta felt like a greedy child. She never considered what her demand for comfort, or simply touching him, implied. Typical. She’d opened herself to another, let him see, and she’d gotten another door slammed in her face.

She wanted someone to take control – to not stop. But she couldn’t think that way. Not after last time.

Tomas briefly flitted through her mind. His hands, his mouth, the satisfying smack of tooth on lip as she slapped him away. Then the urge to smack herself as she thought of the times she allowed him to have his way with her, fortunately always over her skirts. When she had thought that if someone was willing to have her, she might as well yield to him.

Cassian’s growl shook the bed. “Tomas, is it? Thank you for such a clear image of his face, for I will look right over it in his time of need.” He sighed heavily. “Is that what you think of me? That my single focus is satisfying my urges? If I was granted an inch, it would be in your direction. You must know that.”

She considered his eyes for some sign of dishonesty, but found none.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she said, “The night does funny things to people, I think. Maybe we should wait until morning to resume this conversation.”

Forcing self-control into the shape of modesty felt wrong, but she couldn’t trust herself. Not when she clenched her fists to stop herself from brushing another lock of umber hair from his forehead that had fallen from where it was tied at his neck.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, though,” Nesta blurted when he began to draw away from her. “Your wing looks almost completely healed.”

Cassian smiled wryly at her. She hoped he didn’t think her attempt to placate him into innocent conversation was a flat-out refusal of him. “We’re meeting downstairs at sunrise. Then we convene with the Council. We’ll be discussing the human territory, and your input would be invaluable. The choice is yours.”

As it always is.

Sudden guilt came over her for not being ready to accept this arrangement, for everything. He had had a life before her, and she found it hard to believe he was a stranger to the female form. He could only be honoring the bond, and not be interested in her at all.

“You’re impossible,” he grimaced. Nesta realized he most likely heard every word of her doubt, and hated herself for not warding against projecting her emotions like a warning flare. “Listen to me, woman. I don’t involve myself in matters I don’t wish to be a part of. I don’t spend time with people who I care nothing for. If I was only honoring the bond as a matter of respect to the Mother, you’d know. If you want to paint me as a coldhearted predator, fine. I’ve been called much worse, trust me.” She felt every word released on her lips, snarled in her face like a repeated slap.

Nesta watched as he ducked to avoid the ceiling, disappearing into darkness again, like he’d never been there at all.

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[todokori-kun]

(Ok, so I wrote out this super-long message but wifi died when I was submitting it. Tumblr told me I’d lost connection so I’m pretty sure it didn’t reach you.

If it somehow did, though…sorry for sending in another one OTL And sorry this keeps happening, my computer is being really weird ^^;;)

Tysm ;-; I’m glad I’m not annoying you or anything :D Queen Luna is honestly one of my favorite people to talk to as well, though. Thanks for being so amazing and supportive <3

Yep. Ishida’s Back.

I’m honestly not too sure how I feel about this pregnancy though. On one hand, since I never really cared too much about Touka I don’t think I’m going to have a hard time caring for this kid, even if they ARE also Kaneki’s child. I also think this wasn’t really necessary and I don’t want drama between Touken and other ghouls over the child- I want the plot to move forward and to get some questions answered…

However, it is really interesting how this parallels with other parents throughout TG’s story. Touken right now reflects the Yoshimura-Ukina-Eto dynamic, and I’m pretty sure the Touken child is meant to connect to Eto.

See, what I’m thinking about is that TG’s parents have a history of abandoning their children in favor of their ideals, even if they don’t always mean to do so. We have Mado, who was blinded by his black-and-white worldview and ended up dead, Arata, who sacrificed so much for his children that in the end he couldn’t even stay with them, Yoshimura, who left his daughter behind to create Anteiku (no matter if he meant well, it still affected Eto in a negative way and Yoshimura’s actions could be seen as partially selfish; he never considered how Eto would feel about this situation, after all), Kaneki’s mother, who was unable to choose between her child and her sister, and Kaneki himself could also count, having completely abandoned the Qs the moment Arima and Eto gave him the title of ‘One-eyed King’.

The only non-background-character who was actually a good parent is Shachi, I think.

So the question is: will Touken (Kaneki really, Touka seems to have made up her mind completely about this) be able to break this cycle? Will Kaneki choose his child like he wanted his mother to choose him over his aunt? Or will this child become motivation for him? (he’s never been the best candidate for the OEK after all, and he basically admitted to Amon and Seidou that he’s seriously depressed and just doesn’t care)

I’m also curious: pregnancies take a few months, y'know. I sincerely hope there won’t be a time skip. Or a miscarriage, because not only would that be too much for Kaneki and Touka, it would also be bad for the plot (why make Touka pregnant in the first place then?). Maybe the baby will be born in an epilogue or the last chapter. Maybe Kaneki and Touka will die, this kid will become the new OEK and Ishida will make a third TG series. Idk.

Wow, I didn’t intend to make such a long rant ^^;;

I think Thor’s new hairstyle looks cool (sorry Queen Luna) but yeah, it does also look a bit weird on him. Like, now I can’t look at him and think 'oh that’s the god of thunder’, I just think of Chris Hemsworth lol

That typo tho 'Nat and Clit’

Even after all that’s happened in canon, I still feel like Blackhawk have a deep bond and understand each other in a way the rest of the team can’t.

I feel like the fact that Sharon is Peggy’s niece alone makes it a 'NO’ ship XD the lack of development for both the relationship and Sharon as a character just added to that.

As for Loki…ah, well. If he wasn't such a jerk he wouldn’t be Loki.

Oh that sounds really cool :D And well, like I said above. It’s Loki. What can you do.

Haha, thanks ^^ I was obsessed with Bucky’s costume for a while after Winter Soldier. I literally had never heard of Captain America up until then so I didn’t even care about him (sorry Steve…do you still ship me with him? lol). I might actually have had a crush on Bucky at the time. Idk. I was nine(?).

I will drag you into Remember This Cold hell no matter what. It is my MISSION. I WILL make you have feels about Loki’s kitty (Steve got him a cat because he thought he might be lonely). I WILL make you sob over Loki’s redemption arc and his reaction when anyone dares to lay a finger on Steve (SPOILER: when he thinks Steve is dead he teams up with Bucky and absolutely destroys Hydra. When he and Steve are captured and tortured for information he threatens to cut open his own veins and summon a beast with the blood to destroy them all…he’s completely serious about that. One of the major things Steve has to help him with is how he gets desperate and suicidal whenever he thinks he might lose Steve).

Oh, so you won’t talk about Kanae, huh?

With my short existence, I can make a difference- I can be there for him, I can be his knight

Imagine this is Matsumae teaching Kanae about kagune usage and what it means to be a servant of the Tsukiyama family. For bonus angst, imagine that the slip-ups ('do it for her- that is to say, you do it for him’) are Matsumae talking about the late Mrs. Tsukiyama (HC that Matsumae was around when Shuu’s mom was alive, though I guess that’s unlikely considering her age…shush. Just ignore it for the angst.)

Kanae singing the 'I love you’ part from If I Could Tell Her as they fall off the building

Kanae singing 'But what you do when there’s this great divide? And what do you do when the distance is too wide?’ when Shuu is ill

 'I wondered how you learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn’t there’ and 'There’s nothing like your smile, sort of subtle and perfect and real. You never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel’ as they remember their memories with Shuu as a child.

'I love him, but every day I’m learning- all my life, I’ve only been pretending’ from On my Own when Eto is torturing Kanae

And then most of 'It’s Over, Isn’t It’ is from Kanae to Sasaki/Kaneki, of course, but then imagine that the chorus ('And she chose you, and she loved you, and she’s gone- it’s over, isn’t it? Why can’t I move on?’) is like a duet between Kanae and Shuu. Kanae’s pining over Shuu, of course, but Shuu’s POV is after Kanae’s death (referring to himself as 'you’).

Hope you liked this :)

But wait, if you knew all of Urie’s songs, that means you know Still Sane…does this mean you’re a Lorde fan? Because I thought Still Sane was one of her lesser-known songs. I’m obsessed with Lorde’s music, so…

And I’m also a fan of Fall out Boy and Marina and the Diamonds. It'd be cool if you listen to them as well :D

Seriously?! Because blue is my favorite color…wow!

I haven’t watched FMA but I know quite a bit about it (the Roy rain jokes are the best lol)…we actually talked on your FMA blog once ^^ And I’m excited to hear about any of Queen Luna’s OCs! I’m sure they’re all amazing :D (hahaha, I can relate about embarrassing old OCs. I can’t think of any right now but I know I have some). I’ll send you a little info about my OCs in a seperate submission, since this one seems to be getting a little long (though I can’t be sure) ^^;;

Oh, all four of those are lovely! I feel like the girl with the yellow hat (top row, left) has the most icon-ish look, if that makes sense? She also reminds of Queen Luna a little bit, idk why XD but that’s just my opinion, all four of those characters would make beautiful icons <3

Yep, your internet did die ^^;; This is the only thing I got from you... So no worries about spamming me ^^

Aww *hugs* I love talking to you a lot, a lot! So if you ever need anything, I’m here ^^ (I’d add gifs, but internet is slow).

The pregnancy is as out of place as that chapter (once again avoiding pervy words hahah). But... if Kaneki’s a ghoul (halfway) and Touka is a full ghoul, why does the baby need human food? I’m gonna assume Kaneki is the dad because I don’t want to think about the other options. 

I, too, think that the ghoul eating human food/human eating ghoul food for the baby to survive is a parallel for Eto, but we all know how that ended, so idk how i feel about it. Maybe the baby will be a cute and healthy kid who’ll live a nice childhood? Hopefully? Pls let me hope. 

Maybe Eto’ll adopt the baby since she knows the feeling of being abandoned and will give it a nice, happy childhood? HOPEFULLY???

Honestly, I don’t remember who Shachi is, so...

*gasp* you wound me... How could you like that hideousness that is the hair (or lack of it). Jk, you’re free to like what you want ^^ I mean, it’s not that bad I guess... I just liked the old version a bit more.  A lot more.

So much for avoiding risqué words.

I think their bond is mostly platonic? I mean, if Clint wasn’t married and didn’t have tons of babies, I’d assume there was more, but this way, I’d like to think it’s more of a brother-sister relationship. Why am I getting Love, Rosie flashbacks ;-;

Don’t tell me Sharon’s another Jane, this time with even less character -.-

I guess I’ll just avoid Civil War as long as possible :))

AS FOR KANAE

That’s my feeling about everything.

Well, my music taste isn’t quite definable by ‘likes this artist’ or anything, because it’s mostly a ‘I’m browsing youtube and I like this song, so i’ll download it’ one. So Still Sane just happens to be there. As for Fallout Boy and Marina, I do have quite a lot of their songs there ^^ But, generally speaking, most of my songs that aren’t idol songs ?uncomfortable cough* tend to go in the rock direction. Sometimes remixes and sometimes songs no one ever heard about, like Texas by Magic Man or Change My Life from Ashes Remain. Also, Holy by Zolita, although I mostly like that song because it’s so different from most songs nowadays. It’s a bit weird, though.

I really, really want to see all your OCs, especially the TG one that suffers a lot :))

Oh god, here’s my most embarrassing one, the FMA one:

Kk, her name’s Arya, she’s an alchemist (of course) and depending on how I felt at the moment, she was either shipped with Roy or Ed. Most of the time, it was Roy, so the info I wrote down was based on that. Is the cliche ‘sarcastic, but actually a huge softie’ character with right about 0 character flaws, other than being stubborn (’But it also helps when she’s suspicious about the homonculi!’). Now, this isn’t so bad. But here’s the best part. She has a stepdad (bc no oc can have a normal, fully functioning family) that tried to ‘merge her with a wolf, giving her enhanced senses and strength and making her hair white + eyes purple’. I still cringe when I think about her. Literal nightmares.

Then we have a soul eater one, where the girl is both a meister and a weapon (which is, by the way, impossible by the laws of that universe, since the souls of the two types differ greatly) AND a witch to top it off.

Thankfully, I never went too far with the looks, the white hair + purple eyes was as far as I went, but I knew to change it to normal (or try to make an excuse *coughwolfcough* if the universe was one where the colours were mostly normal. And I never gave them DDD+ boobies. 

As for the newer ones, I don’t have many, but from the fandoms we share, I have 1 for YoI and 1 for MCU (this one was created yesterday :P )

The YoI one’s name is Nara and she’s a skater from Detroit, therefore Yuuri and Phichit’s rinkmate. Honestly, she’s not that talented at skating, but she does try to make up for it by practicing a lot.  However, she doesn’t magically get better and lands 1st place, she’s content doing her best and just participating in the competitions, since she has a secondary job.

The MCU one’s a bit more mary sueish, but that’s what makes it fun. Kya, her power is ‘manipulating’ animals (well, not manipulating, it’s more along the lines of ‘animals like her and listen to her) and in extreme cases (when she gets very emotional), human manipulation (technically, humans are animals). When she was small, she was experimented on, granting her the powers. However, the faculty was attacked, allowing her to escape. She tried to live a normal life and was actually succeeding, but then Loki attacked New York and lo and behold, she actually managed to do some hero work, so the avengers were like ‘we’re not recruiting you, but you could be useful in the future so we’ll keep an eye on you’. That’s as far as I got, but I do plan on expanding a bit.  Also, probably predictable, but Loki is her love interest ^^;;;;;;

Alrighty, seems like that’ll be my icon ^^ I’ll probably change the general colour scheme of the blog, so don’t be surprised if everything’s different the next time you visit :P  The name definitely stays the same, though.

As for the ‘she reminds you of me’, you couldn’t be more right ^^;;; In the whole Love Live series, she’s the most similar to me looks wise, but also personality wise. A quiet bookworm who’s fine staying in the library whole day hahah I always cry during her character arc, because I relate waaay too much ;-;

Also, completely random, but I’m listening to ‘Merry Go Round of Life’ from Howl’s Moving Castle as I write this and it would actually make a pretty nice waltz song...