#manhwa gossip girl

[manhwa-gossip-girl]

Reported Sightings #15

Seen chatting in the background of "Into the Light Once Again" chapter 38

[cheerleaderman]

Drawing Others Ocs in my Ramshackle Uniform part 1 ( well more of the elements of my Ramshackle Uniform) the thought was different but cohesive 

Part 2 , Part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

something I’ll work on the side of other things for fun

Kiyuu and Kalmia- @skriblee-ksk

Ryoko - @kathxrat-01

Eislyn - @4necdote

Yuusha and Yuuna- @crystallizsch / @scint1llat3

Ramshackle uniform for reference

[red-hot-temper]

♦️Did you know this about Villains Are Destined to Die?♦️

The famous gossip girl is not in the manhwa, since Reynold currently fulfills that role lmao

[tokyo-debunkers-headcanons]

Eyoooo, thanks for answering my last ask!!! anyways, gotta new one for ya, same groups if ya able but with a really pretty/attractive mc s/o like manhwa mc level kinda pretty. I can imagine kaito being somewhere along the lines of 'they tossed me over their shoulder and I've been on it ever since' with a little touch of internal screaming. I just wanna see if any of the boys would be flustered or have their ego stroked with having a really pretty s/o -👾

Thanks for sending asks in fam! This will be fun since I have so many ideas for these boys!

JIN KAMURAI

Being honest, his ego is entirely stroked by an attractive MC.

The one thing he finds a pain in the ass is all the gossip. He's always hearing some baseless rumor that someone is cheating or MC got surgery done or whatever.

It pisses him off to hear people talk about his beautiful/handsome partner like that.

Whenever he gets the chance to show MC off, he does and he makes sure their outfits are to DIE for.

Congrats! MC will most likely be spoiled with a new fancy wardrobe. (He would do this with any serious partner but it's AMPLIFIED with an extra attractive MC)

Whatever they need for their skincare or whatever routine they need. He'll take care of it. Just give him a list and he'll get someone on it ASAP.

TOHMA ISHIBASHI

The ego boost this man gets! OH MAH GOD!

He's not shy and he knows what he's about so he's not necessarily flustered, but he's definitely proud to land such an amazing looking partner.

A lot of others start referring to MC as royalty once they start dating, they start it sarcastically of course but when Tohma hears it, he flips it right on its head.

I mean like, using it to fluster MC: bowing, taking their coat, carrying things, etc (again, he'd be doing that stuff anyways) but he would take the time to fluster MC at the same time.

What i mean is like kissing the back of their palm and whispering against their skin something along the lines of,

"Only the best for my Prince/my Princess/ your Majesty/etc"

KAITO FUJI

Kaito does not know how the hell he got here with them but he doesn't give a single fuck.

He will spend the first part of this new relationship in all of the self doubt, because In his mind, this could be a prank or some kind of mistake. But when MC shows him that, no baby girl this isn't a mistake..? Mans here thinks he's died and that MC really is his guardian angel.

He will try to spend what money he has to try and spoil them how he thinks they deserve. He's just really trying his best.

When Frostheim throws their fancy ass balls, Kaito is BEAMING with pride. Yeah, he's on the arm of the best looking person here! Eat it!

And when they dance with him, there is so much internal screaming going on. He's worried he's gonna mess up and make MC look dumb, but with some time he'll loosen up and have some fun.

LUCAS ERRANT "LUCA"

Okay, another one with gossip. But its surprising not about the relationship itself. Its about each individual.

I think Luca and MC have separate fan clubs. I'm sure We've all seen that Luca has fans at the school. an extra attractive MC for sure has one too.

It all started with the two fanclubs talking shit about the other and spreading rumors. Like the usual rumors about cheating, or about how they don't deserve the other, etc.

However, there is a small part in each club that joined forces to try and spread gossip to break them up.

Ofc it doesn't work, Luca and his partner trust each other and do their best to communicate, so it doesn't really effect the happy couple all too much. I mean if you're gonna be subjugating a demon together, there's a LOT of mutual trust going on there.

ALAN MIDO

Alan would be a bit more protective of his partner, because in his experience (*cough cough* LEO *COUGH*) more attractive people, aren't really fighters.

If and when MC manages to prove themselves capable in a fight, he'll back off a little bit, but he'll still be a little protective.

He'd try to do things he thinks MC would like, that he's not the most comfortable with. Like fancier dates, dressing up, going out, etc.

If MC wants to squash that, they gotta do it RIGHT AWAY, since in his mind, they're more attractive so they've gotta like the fancier stuff...right?

SHOHEI HAIZONO "SHO"

Sho is a guy who will take them out for rides on Bonnie (his bike) but he doesn't really care about their appearance.

Sure its a plus and all, but he doesn't care if their hair looks really good today, they're wearing a damn helmet when they go on rides.

He figures MC knows their stuff when it comes to appealing design, so he values their opinion on his project (those who know, know). He takes all their critiques on the chin and does his best to listen.

its still his so he won't let them change it entirely, but he'll for sure keep it in mind.

LEO KUROSAGI

Okay if you think Luca and Jin fans were wildin, Leo's fanclub is WAY worse.

To start off, Leo will do small things with MC. Probably not show their amazing face too much.

It's a mix between wanting to keep things as private as possible and keeping them all to himself.

The internet being the internet, someone eventually got a pic of them together and people figured out that MC was this mysterious partner that Leo has been hiding.

Once the secret is out, he's full on bringing them into his content, like get ready with me's, matching outfit checks, etc.

On the down side, there's a LOT of MC haters out there. Leo typically ignores those comments, he figures their just jealous (of him or MC im not sure)

But if anyone even TRIED to threaten or do his MC. they're done. Their reputation might as well be in the trash. Leo is absolutely not above blackmailing someone to get what he wants so good luck to whoever fucked up that bad.

[purplesoulcollection]

Childhood Friends

Hey there! This is my very first fanfiction featuring Sung Suho, and I'm excited to dive into his story. He's the son of the legendary shadow monarch, Sung Jinwoo.

I plan to focus my writing on him. I'm not really considering to write a story about Sung Jinwoo since he's already so well-loved by other author fans, plus he has Cha Hae-In and an adult child who's ready to take on challenges, also he already around 40 years old in the manhwa (even though he doesn't aging!)

So, I'm eager to start fresh with his son, who is almost a mirror image of him but with a more vibrant personality and still untouched by romance in the manhwa.

This is the version 1 cause I didn't feel satisfied with my fic yet, so i'll make another version in the future. But still enjoyed it.

I hope you enjoy my other short stories and drabbles too!

Is this love?

That's my doodle in my notebook, and i even added some decorations to make it look nicer. I'm twirling my pen around, and my thoughts are all over the place with a mix of emotions. I can't help but focus on just one person in my mind.

I'm not sure if I should feel happy, sad, angry, or just confused. I don't get why i had to come to this realization. I wake up one day and realized that I've been in love with him. Why do i have to realize that i like him more than just a friends?

Having feelings for someone who sees us as just a childhood friends is tough for sure. It's hard to ask someone who thinks of us as family to look at us in a different light.

Now that I've figured it out, I'm stuck on what to do next. We are the perfect example of childhood friends. We've known each other since we were little kids, not quite since babyhood, but close enough.

But the question is... Should i confess to him and being rejected or should i just keep silent about this?

Wait is that important right now!

I seeing Suho enter class. Since when i ever have seeing Suho with the filter in my eyes that he looks more shiny and handsomer than before i realized my feeling, also why my cheeks and my hearts feeling so hot to even look at him, this feeling is definitely weird, my whole life is lie.

I want to scream when i realize that our eyes is locked to seeing each other and he smiles to seeing me looking at him, i roll my head a bit to avoid his glance before i realize his walk means he wants to come to my seat.

Okay this time i have to be a normal. Don't be like my earlier self who avoided him openly without thinking ahead.

"Hey Name, why you avoiding me since morning? We have been walk together to school since forever."

He seat next to me. Fortunate to me that that's not his assigned seat.

"I-i been awoke earlier than usual and being bored to wait you come, Suho, so i going to school myself." I nervously spoken that way to him, please don't realize my nervous voice...

"And i don't see you until the class started?" He asked that question, but well I already prepared my answer, "Oh, it's because i go to the toilet. You know, girls things."

"I don't know you have the girls things too. I think you're like a man"

"Hey don't mistake me as your man friends. I'm still a girl, look wear the skirt." i waving my short skirt at him, he stopped my waving with placing his hand on my hand.

"Don't waving it around, your skirt is short. Someone may seeing it." He looking around to seeing the peeking from others, seeing everyone not doing that, he sighed relieved.

"I'm joking, of course i know you're a girl Name. If you always use the skirt, how i not remember?"

"If you're remember my fact, do you remember when my birthday is?"

My birthday is coming up soon. If he doesn't remember now I'll remind him. But he won't being off from my anger because he forgot my birthday.

I expected he to not remember it like the usual thing of the man. But he defies the usual thing. " I remember, I already prepared your gift."

I'm shocked, the girls always gossip around that their boyfriend always forget their birthday but he remember me and even already buy gift. "Already!! You are so prepared, Suho. Do you want to give me a little hint about my gift is?"

"This gift is special, hope you like it." He smiled mysteriously, i don't know if I'm should scared or excited to my special gift this time. Not that more complicated from my sudden realizing.

"Special? Is this more special than previous gift before?" He didn't answer and leave to his seat, maybe the hint is his way to make me even more curious and eager to receive my gift.

I'm being forced to going home together with Suho. When I try to sneak away from him, he keeps a close eye on my movements and slips into my blind spot to prevent me from leaving.

Maybe he should consider a career in law enforcement his father. Oh, that's a sensitive subject. I need to be careful not to bring it up with him.

"Why do you have to be by my side all the time? We're grown up enough to be independent," I asked him, standing on one side while he remained on the other.

"You're a girl, Name. Of course, you need someone to look out for you," he replied, his genuine concern leaving me feeling both happy and a bit sad.

A girl, huh... Should I feel flattered that he sees me as a girl, or does he want something more?

As I made my way home, I caught sight of the sunset. I walked over to the road fence, gazing at the familiar view.

The sunset, unobstructed by buildings, painted the sky beautifully as I descended the road.

No matter how many times I see it, the sunset always feels magical and picturesque. The warm light made both of us shine in the fading glow before darkness took over.

"You always seem to be captivated by the sunset. Do you really like it?" His voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned to find him watching me intently, which made me a bit nervous.

I rub my elbow to distract me from the nervousness before reply, "Why do you want to know my opinion? Aren't you the one who interested in going to art school? An art student should already know the answer is."

My answer make he look troubled, and want to deny it. "I want to entered the art department for drawing, not the art for poetic writing."

But i still look clueless what he want to say from me, so in the end he have to explain

"Everyone has their own perspective. I'm curious about yours."

"I see the sunset as the last chance to enjoy the sun's beauty. Once it sets, the world feels dark and fragile without it. Yet, people often dread the sunrise because it signals the start of a new day, so the sunset is a bittersweet moment with limited time to appreciate it."

I think he didn't expect my answer, because his eyes is widening and he make a small giggle which make me wonder, what's was the funny that he laughed.

"You have a really unique way of expressing that."

"Yeah, I guess so. But why are you watching it with me now? You don't share my habit, do you?"

"You always gaze at the sunset, so I thought I'd join you." He look deeply at me, make me stuck in my place, my gaze stuck at him. My heartbeat is so loud until i can hear it with my ear, my whole body feels hot, i feel like maybe he also like me and we can dating around and do ki-

WAKE UP NAME, you can't let your imagination like a wild horse! I closing my eyes strongly and shake my wild horse, tried to wake myself from my delusion.

He doesn't like me. We're the best friend who can depend on each other, we won't be a couple! But even if i convinced myself like that, i can't help to steal a glance to him, looking at his handsome face and start to blaming him for my delusion.

Are he clueless or he likes me? Why he have to fooling around with me like that.

If you're not liking me, Suho then don't make me misunderstood with your ambiguous action and word. I don't think i can

I don't want to be reckless and losing our relationship, if we can't be lover, at least i can still become your best friend, even if he in the future having a girlfriend... Thinking that in the future he will having a girlfriend who will laugh with him, together with ease, and can even do something romantic make me ever more sad and cranky.

Suck, Why am I have to like him...? I lie to myself that i will okay if he having someone he loved instead me. We can't possibly remains as a best friend if i become this sad because of the future possibility... Is this possible to make everything okay between him and me?

And then my birthday is coming...

I’m really intrigued by the special gift he has for me. He’s never mentioned a gift being special before; this is a first. Previously, his gifts have been the typical romantic gestures like flowers, my favorite meals, or jewelry. Classic moves, but they always made me happy.

So, I’m quite eager to find out what Suho’s special gift is.

However, when I saw him at school, he mentioned that I couldn’t receive the gift just yet; it had to wait until after school.

It’s odd—why the delay? He said the gift was already ready, right? I felt a bit frustrated with Suho for being so inconsistent.

But since it’s my birthday, I decided to be patient and wait for the surprise.

As my curiosity grew and my expectations soared for the mysterious gift Suho promised, I found it hard to concentrate on my classes today.

Once the lessons were over, I looked around for Suho, but he was nowhere to be found.

I turned my back for just a moment to put my book in my bag, and suddenly, he was gone.

I asked around, searching for him, but no luck.

Is he trying to avoid me? But why? I haven’t done anything to upset him, have I?

Ping—

The sound of a chat notification on my phone reminded me that I could reach out to him.

When I checked my phone, I saw that he had messaged me.

"Come to the school roof!" It was a simple command, as if I should just drop everything. I mean, it’s my special day; shouldn’t I be the one calling the shots?

I made my way to the school roof, stomping my feet in frustration. I’m annoyed with him, but he’s still my dear friend.

As I burst through the school door, I was taken aback by the sight before me.

Two balloons were attached to the fence, a round carpet was laid out, and there was Suho standing on the carpet. When did he even bring a carpet to school?

He looked at me, but his expression was different. Normally, he greets me with a smile, but this time he avoided my gaze and scratched his neck nervously.

"Suho, do you want to hold my birthday party on the roof? Even bringing a round carpet?" I walked towards him and stepped on the carpet too. The closer I got, somehow the more nervous he looked.

But Suho didn't respond to my question at all, he just ignored it and discussed other things.

"Name!"

"What?"

"I like you…"

I hiccup, certainly not expected he to discussed this topic, "...Since when?" i ask that with the hint of doubtful, he never shows me his affection openly.

He matches his gazes to me and then i finally realize that his eyes shows his love for me, only focuses on me and only me. "Don't know... We already being friends for so long, So it feels vague to know since when I liked you."

Noticing that his gaze felt intense and unsettling, I shifted my focus to the breathtaking view of the sunset.

The sun was about to dip below the horizon, ushering in the night without its warm glow.

We were both enveloped in the final beams of sunlight, and for some reason, this sunset seemed even more stunning than usual.

Could it be that I’ve realized I’m not the only one with feelings? He likes me too…

"What’s your answer…?" he asked softly, a hint of worry in his voice as if he feared I might be upset for interrupting my thoughts.

"Let’s tidy this up; we should head home before it gets dark," I replied, peeling the glue off the balloon string.

I noticed he had been thoughtful enough to choose a balloon that wouldn’t look silly if I was the one holding it.

Suho quickly rolled up the carpet and hurried after me as I walked away.

Of course, he could easily catch up; he was much taller than I was.

"What’s your name?" he asked, a trace of nervousness evident in his tone.

I decided it was time to stop delaying my response. "I like you too, Suho. We’ve been friends since we were kids, and I’m not sure why I feel this way."

Instead of a serious reply, he confidently quipped, "Isn’t it because I’m the most handsome guy in your eyes?!"

I bit my lip in annoyance at his arrogance. He really does think he’s the best, to the point of saying it out loud.

Even if it’s somewhat true, I wasn’t about to agree with him.

"Pfft, the most handsome? My idol is still way more handsome in my eyes," I teased back.

But as we bickered over who was more attractive, we ended up playfully wrestling while holding hands.

The End

I hope you liked my naively scenario...

[daisynik7]

hi, nikki :) congrats on 2k, my love 💕you deserve it and more! i’m just sending in a lil something for the milestone event: (i bet you look good on the dancefloor) by arctic monkeys — fluff/smut for reiner braun! thank you so much in advance, lovely! 🎀

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

Pairing: Reiner Braun x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~4.7k

cw: modern-day au, college au, drinking (everyone is 21+), fluff, smut – PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, pet names (sweetheart, baby)

Summary: You, a college senior who’s lived a mostly vanilla lifestyle the past four years, meet the alluring and mysterious Reiner at your friend’s birthday party. He’s different from you in many ways, but something about him captivates you like no other. When he invites you to an underground concert, you take a chance with him, craving for a taste of something different.

Author’s Notes: @pinkmirth Mira, my love! Thank you for participating in the y2k karaoke party! I appreciate you so so much and I hope I did your hubby justice with this one! I went a little over the word count that I originally thought I would, but I just couldn’t help it! I got too caught up in the setup, LOL, sorry! Special shoutout to @mobolanz for always posting amazing Reiner content that kept me motivated to finish this hehe.

Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest (although I’m fairly certain it’s from the manhwa 19 Days).

It’s Annie’s 22nd birthday today; instead of going out to a club or bar, she decides she’d rather have a kickback with her closest friends, eating pizza and drinking cheap alcohol. Armin and Eren offer to host at their place, which is a twenty-minute walk from the university. As an RA for one of the freshman dorms on campus, it’s nice to get out every once in a while in the city that you so rarely have a chance to explore, even if it is just at someone else’s house. When you arrive, you recognize all of the people already there, other students you either personally know or have seen in passing. You greet Annie with a hug, handing her a small gift bag with a bottle of her favorite liquor. “Thank you!” she exclaims. “I’m so glad you were able to make it.”

“Me too! Though, I’ve got my work phone on me in case there are any emergencies,” you reply, pointing to the crossbody bag hanging on your shoulder. 

“Always so responsible. Such a good girl,” she teases, pinching your cheek. 

In your four years as a college student, you haven’t done anything outside of your comfort zone. You waited until you were officially legal to drink, and even now, you barely do it. Studies and extracurriculars always took priority over your social life, and while you have a solid group of friends, you haven’t done anything remotely wild. It’s not because you don’t have the desire to, there’s just never been a good opportunity. 

You spend the next half hour chatting with a few of the partygoers, sharing stories on certain professors, gossiping about other students, all while nursing a White Claw, sipping it slowly. It seems all of Annie’s friends are already here, so you don’t except anyone else to arrive. So, it surprises you when there’s a loud pounding on the door. Everyone glances towards it, curious at who it is. Annie answers, revealing two well-built men. One of them is incredibly tall that he has to duck down to enter through the doorway. The other is slightly shorter, though still impressive, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. He has short blond hair, a trimmed goatee, sharp jawline, and an intimidating gaze. Something about his appearance is striking, and you’re immediately intrigued. 

You watch as they embrace the birthday girl, who punches them playfully in the shoulders. “Long time, no see, punks.”

“Sorry, Annie,” the taller one apologizes. “Classes have been a colossal pain lately.”

“And I’ve been busy at the shop,” the other adds. His voice is exactly what you imagine it would be like: gruff, husky. Sexy. Your interest piques even more, and you can’t remember the last time you felt this way about anyone, especially a complete stranger. When he removes his black leather jacket, your eyes widen at the reveal of his biceps, toned and sculpted like a marble statue. He’s wearing a fitted white tank with dark jeans, a chain hanging on the loop of his waistband with a small set of keys dangling. As if he couldn’t get any more attractive, here he is, flaunting his ripped body. You continue to watch him as he hangs his jacket on the coat rack by the door, inspecting the room while talking to Annie. “So, are these all college friends of yours?”

“Yup. You’re the only delinquents here,” she jokes, passing each of them a beer. 

“Shut up,” he laughs, twisting the cap off to take a swig. “Whose house is this anyways?”

She points to Armin and Eren, who sit on the couch, talking animatedly. “It’s theirs. They were nice enough to offer.”

“Cool. I guess I should go mingle, then. Unless you think these people will be scared of me.”

“Some of them could use some scaring, if you know what I mean,” she replies with a smirk. 

The two strangers make their way towards the hosts, shaking their hands to introduce themselves. You take this chance to approach your friend in the kitchen. “Annie, how do you know them?” 

“Bertolt and Reiner? Oh, they’re childhood friends of mine. We all grew up together in Marley.”

“Oh,” you nod. “Cool.”

She raises a brow at you. “Why? Are you interested?”

“No! I was just curious! I’ve never seen them around before.” Your voice is squeaky, and you’ve clearly given yourself away. 

She snickers, nudging you in the arm. “I can introduce you if you want. They’re a lot nicer than they look.” 

“No, I wouldn’t want to bother them – ”

“Reiner!” Annie calls out to the blond, and heat instantly surrounds your face. Too late to turn back, you stand up straight, watching the attractive man return to the kitchen, finished with his beer. “What’s up?”

“I want you to meet my friend.” Annie beckons you forward, stating your name. You smile at him, holding your arm out. 

He flashes a charming grin at you, enough to send a flutter in your belly. “I’m Reiner. Nice to meet you.” He shakes your hand, gripping you firmly. 

“I’m going to go socialize. You two get along, okay?” Annie departs quickly, leaving you and Reiner to get acquainted. 

“I heard that you’ve known Annie since she was a kid,” you start, attempting small talk. “What was she like back then?”

He leans on the refrigerator door, folding his arms across his chest, displaying his large chest. “She was a little shit, just like she is now,” he laughs. “She’s probably tamer since college though. We used to get into a bunch of fights together.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She can really kick some ass if she wanted to.” He licks his lips before asking, “How do you know her?”

You try not to get distracted by the dirty thoughts swimming in your head right now, more and more attracted to him by the second. “We met in a class back in sophomore year, and we’ve been friends ever since. She’s really fun to be around.”

“And how about you?” His eyes bore into yours, and there’s an intensity in his gaze that you’re drawn by. “Are you fun to be around?”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Probably not. I’m pretty vanilla.”

“Vanilla is good.”

“Vanilla is safe,” you argue.

“It’s also sweet, creamy, and delicious.”

You giggle, already so smitten by him. “Are you telling me that I’m sweet, creamy, and delicious?”

“I guess I’ll have to find that out myself.” There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he speaks to you, and this could be wishful thinking, but a spark ignites between you. For the first time in your uneventful college life, you’re flirting with the outsides of your comfort zone, slowly gravitating towards this mysterious and alluring stranger. And it’s exciting.

You continue your conversation, exchanging little flirtations here and there, learning more about him. The friend he arrived with, Bertolt, currently goes to school in Marley, where they both live. Reiner is a mechanic at a car shop in his hometown of Liberio. He’s never attended college and doesn’t plan to, already set to inherit the shop when the owner retires.  On the weekends, he enjoys riding his motorbike around town and going out to underground concerts. You reveal to him how different your weekends are compared to his, considering you usually stay in.

“Have you ever been to an underground concert?” The two of you have moved into Annie’s room now, where it’s quieter and away from the rest of the party. It was your idea; you weren’t thinking about how it would look, asking him to move into a more intimate setting. He keeps a safe distance from you at the edge of the bed, the door ajar so that you can barely hear the chatter outside. 

“No, never,” you reply. “I used to listen to some alternative rock back in the day.”

“Really?” He seems surprised as he takes a sip out of his water cup. “Who?”

You hum, trying to remember. You name a few, then end with, “Oh! And the Arctic Monkeys!” 

When he starts singing the chorus to one of their songs, your face lights up, recognizing the familiar tune. “Yes! I love that one!” you beam, nodding along with him. 

There’s that endearing twinkle again, scooting closer to you. “You’re so cute.”

His comment catches you off guard, and just when you thought you were keeping your cool, your whole body starts to heat up, completely flustered at the sudden compliment. “What?”

“I said you’re so cute,” he repeats, unfazed. As if he didn’t just rock your world. 

You swallow loudly. “Thank you. You’re really…handsome.”

He bursts out laughing, maintaining his gaze on you. “Handsome. The last time I heard that was from my mom when I was a kid.” 

“Well, what else am I supposed to say?!” 

“Hey, I’ll take it. I’m more than happy with that.” He leans forward and you’re gravitating towards him, gradually closing the gap between you. You’re inches from his face, so close to kissing, when your phone rings loudly in your purse on the nightstand. It startles the both of you, taking you a second to realize that it’s your work phone, indicating some sort of RA emergency. 

One of your residents is begging to be let in after losing their keys somewhere. You tell them you’re on your way, giving Reiner a guilty glance. When you’re finished with the call, you explain the situation. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“I’ll give you a ride,” he offers, standing up.

“I drove here, so I’m fine. But thank you.”

“Then I’ll walk you to your car.” You don’t have the heart to reject him once more, so you agree, delivering quick goodbyes to your friends and to Annie, who eyes you curiously as Reiner follows you out. He walks beside you with his hands in his pockets, not speaking. When you’re at the door, he utters your name. “I’d really like to see you again.” He looks nervous, all the confidence he exuded earlier reduced into a shy expression.

You smile at him, chest swelling. “I’d really like to see you too.”  

“Next weekend, there’s a concert I think you’d enjoy. It’s in Marley, but I can totally come here to pick you up and – ” 

Before he starts rambling, you interrupt him politely. “I don’t mind driving to you. It’s not that far.” You give him your phone; he enters his number as a new contact. You give him a quick call so that he has yours. It’s like you’re teenagers, awkwardly exchanging info, all giddy and timid. “Text me the details, okay?” 

“Yeah, I will.” He waits until you’re in the car, waving at you one last time before he shuts the door carefully. You glance at him through the rear-view mirror,  grinning as he watches you drive off, already wishing it was next weekend. 

~~~

Saturday finally arrives, the day you’ve been eagerly anticipating since the night you met Reiner. It’s unusual for you to be so enamored with someone you’ve only known for a week, worst of all, met once. You’ve been messaging non-stop since, even upgraded to a phone call last night that almost went until morning. And now, you’re pulling into a guest parking spot outside his apartment complex with an overnight bag hidden away in your trunk, just in case. 

You head up a flight of stairs, searching for his number on the row of doors until you find the correct one, knocking twice, heartbeat already quickening. He answers promptly, dressed in a fitted black t-shirt that accentuates his ripped build. You swallow the saliva gathering in your mouth to greet him casually, hoping he doesn’t notice you practically drooling for him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he mimics, smiling at you. “You ready to go?” 

You nod, surprised when he dangles two helmets, presenting one of them to you. “Are we taking your bike?”

“Yeah. That’s the only way I get around. Is that okay with you?”

You hesitate before responding, “Sure.”

He gives you a reassuring look. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

You learn soon enough that Reiner is a man of his word. With your arms around his waist, latched firmly to his abs, all you feel is exhilaration. He cruises through the streets of Marley, the night sky illuminated by the blur of city lights as you pass through downtown. The two of you don’t speak, the whoosh of wind rushing past your ears too deafening to hear anything but that and the engine. When he’s at a stop, he turns around to check on you, giving you a thumbs up, which you return enthusiastically. It also helps that he smells amazing: the subtle cologne on his clothes, the clean scent of his skin. Everything about him is attractive, and you can’t help but be drawn to him even more than you already were. 

He parks his bike in an alley next to a venue with a big marquee, spelling the name “Lakua”. Below it shows that a band called “The Warriors” are playing tonight. You hop off first, unbuckling your helmet and passing it to him. He knocks a specific rhythm on a nearby door, and suddenly, a girl with wavy, black hair answers, grabbing them from his hands. “Thanks Pieck,” he says. 

“Sure. Who’s you’re friend?” She examines you, smiling. 

He states your name, adding, “I met her at Annie’s party last week.”

“I see,” she muses. “Well, have fun tonight.” With that, she winks at you, then shuts the door. 

“We can go through the front,” he tells you, leading the way out of the alley and underneath the bright sign you saw earlier. There’s a bearded bouncer with wire-rimmed glasses at the front who acknowledges Reiner with a nod. “Evening, Reiner. IDs please.”

As you retrieve your licenses, Reiner slips him a wad of cash for admittance. “Hey Zeke. Did you hear them warm up?” 

“Yep.” He juts his chin towards you. “Porco and Marcel are in top form tonight. Your pretty friend here is in for a real treat.”

“Great, we’re going in now,” Reiner responds quickly, wrapping his arm around you to steer you through the door. There’s a bar on one side, stocked with the typical shelves of liquor and four bartenders serving those that crowd around them. On the opposite end is a stage, set up with instruments, speakers, and lights. There’s a horde gathered near the front, waiting for the main act to start. 

Reiner’s breath is warm on your ear when he says, “Follow me.” He holds your hand delicately, expertly maneuvering through the throng of concertgoers. He leads you past a curtained door towards the back, towards a closed room, knocking the same rhythm from earlier. It’s Pieck who answers, opening the door to usher you inside. “Hello again.” 

On the couch are two men who resemble each other. Another with light brown hair stands in front of the mirror, fixing his hair. When you and Reiner enter, they all look, happily yelling, “Reiner!”

He introduces you to the brothers, Porco and Marcel, the two who are seated. They both play guitar and do vocals, Porco being the lead. Colt, who gives you a friendly wave, is their drummer. Pieck, the bassist, formally introduces herself. Together, they are The Warriors. 

“We mostly do covers,” Marcel explains. “But we have some stuff in the works.”

“We tried to get Reiner to join, but he’s as tone-deaf as they come,” Porco teases, poking him in the arm.  

Reiner chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s true. I’m pretty awful.”

“But he’s really good at other things. I’m sure you know that already,” Marcel comments, smirking. 

Pieck shoves the guitarist’s arm. “Don’t be gross.” She redirects her attention to you. “Anyways, I hope you enjoy the show. Reiner’s been bugging us all week with requests. I have a hunch that you have something to do with it.” 

You smile at him, noticing a faint blush on his cheeks. “Requests?”

“You’ll see,” he replies, grinning. 

When it’s time for the band to perform, you make your way back to the dancefloor, more packed than it was when you first arrived. You manage to squeeze your way towards the front, Reiner huddled close behind you. Normally, you’d be claustrophobic, surrounded by all these hot, sweaty strangers. Reiner places his hands on your shoulders, leaning in to say, “I’m right here, okay? It might get a little rowdy, so if you want to leave, just tell me.”

You crane your neck to face him; he’s extremely close to you, enough that your noses are almost touching. It’s tempting to shift just the slightest bit forward and kiss him, but you resist the urge, already thrilled to be with him like this. 

The crowd hollers as The Warriors strut across the stage, waving. At the mic, Porco yells, “Y’all ready to have fun tonight?!” 

Louder applause erupts, and once Marcel starts a familiar guitar riff, it’s chaos in the best way possible. Soon, the bassline hits, then the drums, and your entire body thumps with each beat. It’s a song you recognize, and you’re impressed at how accurate they sound to the original while maintaining their own unique style. Marcel harmonizes perfectly with his brother, and together, their charisma on stage hypes everyone up. You bop your head to the melody, grinning ear-to-ear at how fun this is, the energy that surrounds you contagious. Reiner sways with you, grazing your back. You reach for his hand, brushing it with yours, turning to face him. “They’re so good!” you yell. 

The two of you continue to enjoy the concert, dancing in whichever way the rest of the crowd is moving. You notice halfway through the setlist that many of the songs they’re playing are from artists you listed for him the night you met. The realization really hits you when the iconic intro from the Arctic Monkeys song Reiner hummed for you starts, and you turn completely around with the biggest smile on your face. He beams at you, equally as thrilled, dancing erratically with your fingers entwined together, mouthing the lyrics at each other, completely in sync.

~~~

It's past midnight by the time you make it back to Reiner’s place. Your skin is sticky from sweat, eardrums heavy from the concert, and you really don’t want to go home. You’re unsure if Reiner feels the same way until he unlocks his front door, suggesting, “Do you want to sleep over?” He asks it casually, though there is a hint of hesitation. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I have enough stuff you can use. You can borrow my clothes.” 

You’re completely aware of the bag tucked away in your car right now, but the idea of wearing his clothes is too enticing, so you don’t mention it. 

While you shower in his bathroom, your curiosity gets the best of you. You inspect all the products he uses, sniffing the pleasant scent before lathering it on yourself, satisfied with smelling exactly like him. You brush your teeth in front of the foggy mirror, wrapped in a towel, wondering how tonight is going to end. Should you make the first move? Should you make any move at all? Even with the vibes totally there, you’re still uncertain if he reciprocates your feelings. There’s this titillating tension hanging in the air, but you’re too nervous to cut it, afraid of rejection, of misunderstanding. Maybe this is the furthest the two of you will go, so you take advantage of this moment, hugging yourself in his t-shirt and boxers he lent you, inhaling his essence until it’s ingrained in your memory. 

After you’re done, you walk out of the bathroom. He sits at the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. When he sees you, his eyes widen, scanning you up and down. “Wow.” It escapes out of his mouth abruptly, and he stammers, “Um, sorry. I’m…I’m going to shower now.” He gets up, avoiding your gaze, locking himself inside. 

Maybe this isn’t the furthest the two of you will go.

~~~

You sit up in the bed, resting against the headboard, waiting for him. After a few minutes, he walks out, waist wrapped in a towel, chest bared and dewy with water. He glances at you, looking away to search his drawer for a new shirt. The tension is palpable, even more so now than ever before. 

You clear your throat, wanting to break this unbearable silence. “Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“Of course,” he mumbles, sliding a shirt over his head. He bends down to retrieve a pair of boxers on the lower shelf, slipping it underneath his towel. Dressed, he returns to the bathroom to hang his towel on the rack. You watch him carefully, so many thoughts racing in your head, the words on the tip of your tongue. He stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring at the carpet beneath his feet. “I’ll be on the couch if you need anything,” he murmurs, heading towards the door. 

“Reiner, wait.” 

He faces you, eager. “Yes?”

“Sleep here with me.” You pat the space next to you. “Don’t make me lonely tonight.”

He swallows thickly, taking long strides to get to you quick, crawling beside you. “Are you sure?”

You nod, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Absolutely sure.” 

Fingers laced around the nape of his neck, you pull him in for a kiss, his plush lips surrounding yours seamlessly. He kisses you with fervor, slipping into your mouth, tongue swirling around yours. You yank on his collar, stretching the fabric, imploring him to strip his top off, which his does in a fluid motion. Caged between his biceps, you lay beneath him, caressing his face while you smother him in your kisses. When you break free to catch your breath, he nuzzles his nose to yours, whispering, “I’ve been waiting all night to do this. All week, actually.”

“Yeah?” you coo, trailing down his neck, flushed with excitement. “So have I.”

“You’re so fucking sexy in my clothes,” he huffs, hooking the elastic of your boxers with his finger. “You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” 

You shake your head, and he smirks, sliding down the bed to position himself between your legs, tugging at your bottoms. You lift your hips up, wriggling out as he removes them off you, tossing it behind him. He stares at your pussy, throbbing and aching for his touch. Grabbing you behind the knees, he spreads you open, exposing your cunt. He doesn’t dawdle any longer, diving in to spread his tongue on your clit. You throw your head back into the pillows, staring at the ceiling, vision blurry from pleasure as he eats you out, determined to have his thirst quenched. He swallows every ounce of you, running his tongue along your slit and flicking it on your bud. And when your orgasm is so close to the peak, he puckers around you, sucking on your clit until it’s raw and swollen. You climax, squirming and whining, clenching the bedsheets, twisting it in your fists.

“Fuck,” he muffles, lapping at your cum as it spills out of your cunt. “Getting so messy for me.” His finger teases your entrance while he continues to flick his tongue on your sensitive bud. “Can you give me one more?” he coos, peering up at you with adoration, placing a wet smooch on the inside of your thigh. “Pretty please, sweetheart?” 

You have no choice but to oblige, sinking into the cushions once more, twitching with ecstasy as he strokes your pussy with your clit in his mouth. There’s nothing on your brain except for Reiner and all the different positions he can fuck you in. You come a second time with two of his digits inside you, pussy covered in spit and arousal. He chuckles, scattering kisses along your body until he’s face-to-face with you, rubbing his nose to yours affectionately. His stiff cock protrudes from his boxers, and you reach down to palm it, kissing his lips, glossy with your slick.

He moans, rutting into your hand. “You’re a fucking dream, you know that?”

You smile, pressing your forehead to his. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

He stretches his arm towards the nightstand, searching the top drawer to retrieve condoms and a bottle of lube. “Think you can take me?” he smirks, shoving his underwear down his legs, erection sprung against his chiseled abs. He’s bigger than you fantasized; your pussy throbs, yearning to be filled by his impressive cock. You nod dumbly, salivating for him. He scoots closer, removing his boxers, stroking himself rapidly, licking his lips. “I knew you would taste good. Sweet, creamy. Delicious.”

You giggle, remembering what he said to you a week ago. Spreading your thighs open, you caress your clit between your fingers, watching him pump his cock in his fist. “Fuck,” you moan, growing impatient. “Fuck me, Reiner. Hurry.”

Ripping the wrapper with his teeth, he rolls the condom on his cock, coating it with a generous amount of lube. “Okay, beautiful. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give it to you so good.” He guides himself inside you, stretching your pussy until he bottoms out. “Fuck,” he drawls, nestling in comfortably. “So fucking hot.” 

You drape your arms over his shoulders, holding him limply, already spent from your previous orgasms, still so horny for him. He fucks you, legs coiled around his torso, gripping your waist, dragging your body towards him with each thrust. Saliva dribbles out the sides of your mouth, eyes half-closed in a dumb expression, blissfully fucked. He takes pleasure in seeing you unravel like this, clutching you tighter, increasing the pace. “Oh fuck, you’re amazing.” He holds you close, bucking his hips frantically, staring wildly at you beneath him. “I knew it the moment we met, then tonight at the concert. Knew you were special.”

You whimper his name, squeezing him tighter. “Reiner, right there, right there!”

“Yeah? Feels good?” he purrs, circling your clit with his thumb. “Then come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you love it.” He presses his groin to your pussy, burying himself deep inside you, ceasing his thrusts to focus on your approaching orgasm. Frothy spit drips from his mouth directly onto your bud, smearing it with his fingers. You convulse around him, ecstasy coursing through your body, electrifying every nerve all the way down to your toes. His name pours out of you in moans, skin sweltering against the sheets, dewy with sweat. You’re a sticky mess for him, overstimulated from your three consecutive orgasms. And yet, you’re desperate for more.

“Don’t stop,” you whine, reaching out to him weakly. “You’re amazing, Reiner.”

He takes your hand, holding it to his lips, kissing your fingertips lightly. “You take it so good. My beautiful, gorgeous girl.” 

You orgasm twice more in this position until he’s nearing his own. His jaw is clenched, brows furrowed tight, ready to lose it. “Tell me where you want it.”

You blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “On me. Come on me, Rei. All over my clit and pussy.”

He groans, pulling out quickly to snap the condom off, pumping his cock in his fist. Within seconds, he’s nutting on you, shooting his seed onto your bud, watching it trickle down to your sopping cunt. “Fuck,” he moans, dick rigid in his grasp. He taps the tip on your drenched clit, relishing the lewd squelch it makes. “So fucking creamy for me.” There’s a wicked glint in his eyes, fixated on how his cum glazes your loins, and excitement bubbles in your core again, realizing that he has no intention of ending it here.

“Like what you see?” you goad him, dipping your fingers in his mess, stuffing it into your cunt. “I told you not to stop, didn’t I? So what are you waiting for?”

He leans over you, kissing you passionately, grinding his dick between your pussy lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got all the time in the world now.”

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The Qualities For A Husband

Hello! It's been a while, but I come bearing a new fic featuring even newer faces. I'd like to preface that this was written purely because I fell down a Bridgerton/historical manhwa rabbit hole and there is very little historical accuracy happening here. So please take it all with a grain of salt and enjoy my regency delusions 😊

It was her first time at the royal palace. The extravagant ballroom was filled with the newly come-of-age sons and daughters of the kingdom’s nobles. The young ladies who had debuted on the marriage market were gossiping to one another as they eyed the young sons of influential noble houses. This party was nothing more than a means of networking for the parents, by securing political ties through the marriage of their children. Persis sipped sparkling grape juice from a crystalline glass as she watched the marriage-minded mamas shepherd their offspring. She found it mildly comical and a touch depressing at the same time. 

“Ahem.” 

Persis raised a delicate eyebrow as she turned towards her chaperone, her cousin, Theodore. She, too, was meant to mingle and meet a prospective partner for her house’s benefit. However, Persis held no desire to have herself paraded around like a show pony. She may be unable to find a love match but she refused to sacrifice her dignity to secure a husband. “Is something caught in your throat, dear cousin?” she inquired facetiously as her gaze drifted from Theodore back to the rest of the ballroom. 

“I am fine, why aren’t you conversing with the list of potential suitors Father gave to you?” he asked. 

Persis sighed, “If you haven’t noticed, the list Uncle compiled contains boys that have much to be desired,” she tilted her champaign flute in the direction of a young man exuberantly talking at a young girl whose disinterested expression was politely concealed behind a hand fan. “Take him, the son of Count Ingles. Despite being the top candidate to graduate from the Capital’s knight academy with honors, and as his father’s successor, the boy clearly has no education in decorum. That poor girl looks bored out of her mind and he hasn’t even noticed.” 

“It would set Mother and Father’s minds at ease if you would at least participate like every other young noble here, Persis,” he sighed, “please Percy?”

The usage of her childhood nickname. It was a dirty trick and Theodore knew it. Persis turned to her cousin with narrowed eyes, “Fine, but I will not be abiding by Uncle’s list. He is not a good judge of character and you know it.” 

Her cousin nodded curtly, and gently pushed her towards the center of the ballroom. Persis grumbled but resigned herself to her fate. 

The next few minutes were not completely horrible. She managed to escape dancing and instead mingled with a few groups of noble ladies and men. They were shallow conversations filled with only pleasantries, suddenly, however, one conversation took an interesting turn.

“It appears that young Lord Macintire did come to the ball,” Eve the daughter of Count Grenwich said in a hushed tone. Persis followed her gaze to see a handsome young man standing off to the side of the banquet hall. He was engaged in conversation with a few other older gentlemen, “'tis a pity though,” Eve continued her voice trailing off and gaze averted.

Persis glanced back to the lady standing next to her, “I beg your pardon?”

Eve widened her eyes at Persis, “Oh! That’s right you’re new to the Capital,” she gestured towards the gentleman, “That man there is Bastian Macintire, son of the current Duke of Macintire.” 

Persis gave the woman a tight-lipped smile, despite being what the young ladies of the Capital believed to be a country bumpkin, she was in fact aware of the Dukedom of Macintire and the controversy surrounding their future heir. The Duke is the most powerful noble in the kingdom after the King and the current Duke has two sons, both of marriageable age. Perfect prey for lower-ranked nobles hoping to form connections through their daughters. 

“He is the firstborn son of Duke Macintire, yes?” Persis asked, taking another sip from her glass.

“He is but he is not the son set to inherit the title, due to his poor constitution. It has been decided that the second son will inherit the Dukedom.” 

Persis froze, the crystal rim of her glass against her painted lips as she glanced back at the young man. She had heard countless stories about him from Theodore, the two were the same age and both went to the academy together. However, she never had the pleasure of making his acquaintance, until tonight. From appearances alone, he did not look sickly, perhaps a bit on the leaner side as he did not have the same strong muscular build as those who dedicated their lives to the sword. As Persis eyed the young lord from the corner of her eye she noticed him quickly turn his head away and into his shoulder. It almost looked as if he flinched not once but three times consecutively, but just as fast as she caught the movement, the young lord regained his composure and continued to converse with the other men. Persis lowered her glass and turned back to Lady Eve, “I am not sure I understand why his presence here is a pity? Surely there are young ladies who desire to be betrothed to him. He certainly doesn’t look sickly, perhaps the title isn’t as set in stone as you say it is.” 

She shook her head, “according to the Duchess, Lord Frederick is sure to become the next Duke.” 

Ah so there it is, Persis thought. It was common knowledge that Bastian was the son of the late Duchess of Macintire, the Duchess Lady Eve was talking about is the Duke’s current wife and mother of Lord Frederick. 

“Many of the ladies do not wish to tie themselves down to a man with no title, let alone a man who is constantly confined to his sickbed.” 

Once again Persis wondered how much of Lady Eve’s gossip held some form of merit and how much was fed to high society from the Duchess. At a young age, Persis had learned to appreciate the knowledge found in gossip but not to assume it was fact. The information she had just learned from Lady Eve did contradict a few things she had learned about Bastian Macintire from her cousin.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind having him as a husband.” 

An audible gasp was heard from the ladies, Persis set her glass down on the nearest table.

“It’s nice to know that I won’t have any competition in winning his favor,” she smiled, “you ladies enjoy the rest of your evening.” Persis walked away, leaving the ladies to gossip amongst themselves.

Despite her bold declaration to vie for Lord Bastain’s hand in marriage to the group of gossiping noble ladies, Persis had found herself retreating to an open balcony with a glass of champagne she managed to swipe from one of the servers. She sighed and took a sip of the alcoholic beverage, closing her eyes to savor its sweet taste. Lord Bastian was the perfect candidate for her husband, he wasn’t on the list of suitors her uncle made so that was already a benefit. If he was struggling to inherit the dukedom then perhaps he would be open to becoming a marquess instead? Persis opened her eyes and swirled her champagne around in its flute as she drifted deeper into thought. She needed to find someone who would help her inherit the title her father left behind. She couldn’t let her uncle continue to act as proxy now that she came of age, let alone did she want to. Ideally, she wanted to find a man who would let her assume full control of the responsibilities of Marquess, but she knew how farfetched a dream that was. 

“hNXT-uh,” startled out of her thoughts, Persis turned around to see Lord Bastian duck his head into his shoulder as he made his own escape to the balcony.

“Pardon me, I did not realize this balcony was occupied,” he bowed his head in apology and began to retrace his steps.

“It’s alright, you can join me if you’d like,” Persis gestured back to the ballroom, “it appears that you need the reprieve from dancing and small talk.” 

He cleared his throat, “then I would be most grateful Milady,” he trailed off. 

“Persis Basilwood, Milord.” Persis supplied. 

Lord Bastian smiled, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Basilwood.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, Lord Macintire.” Persis replied. 

She couldn’t help but take note of Lord Bastian’s features in the lamplight. Despite the other noble ladies dismissing his physique, he was tall and appeared to have some well-toned muscle hidden beneath his impeccably tailored tailcoat. His dark hair was perfectly coiffed minus a small curl that seemed to have been dislodged and now fell by his brow. He also had striking hazel eyes that in the soft lamp-lit light, almost appeared golden. 

Persis took another sip from her glass as she watched him look out into the courtyard. Now privy to his side profile her eyes were suddenly drawn to his nose. It wasn’t all-encompassing on his face but not too small either. His side profile looked like the busts of ancient warriors her aunt had bought and displayed in their foyer. Strong and straight, and even in the soft light she noticed that his nostrils appeared a little flushed in color. 

She hid a small smile behind her drink, so there was some truth to the rumors regarding his health then. Just not quite as life-threatening as the gossip leads everyone to believe.

Suddenly, Lord Bastian inhaled and swiftly ducked his head into his shoulder, “HnGXT, ngxt, h-hHh..ih’Ngkx,” he sniffled and raised his head, running one finger crookedly under his nose.

“Bless you,” Persis said before he could utter any apologies. 

He lowered his hand to adjust his cravat and cleared his throat before responding, “Thank you.” He almost looked embarrassed and Persis had no desire to make the young lord any more uncomfortable.

“Are you hiding from the marriage-minded mamas then?” she inquired.

He glanced at her with widened eyes, “I beg your pardon?”

She gestured towards the ballroom with her glass, “Surely you are here to avoid being entangled with ambitious mamas who hope their daughters can capture the attention of the son of a duke,” she paused and looked back at him, “Why else would you find yourself here?”

Despite the dim light, Persis could see relief wash over Lord Macintire’s features. She concluded that the Lord did not want her to know that he must’ve snuck away due to what she assumed was a battle with his constitution. Persis took another sip of wine and looked out at the palace courtyard, she was more than happy to offer him another plausible excuse. 

“And what of you?” he inquired, “why are you hiding away?” Persis noted that he didn’t answer her question, but answered his anyway.

“You are not the only one who needs a respite from socializing,” Persis set her glass down and placed both of her palms on the ledge of the balcony, closing her eyes and concentrating on the soft breeze that caressed her skin, “I’d rather spend my time here than listening to young lords prattle on about the qualities they are looking for in their wives,” she opened her eyes just to roll them, “Delicate and demure, they might as well just purchase a porcelain doll.” She turned to Lord Macintire with a small smile, “Please do not tell my cousin or I will not hear the end of it.” 

Lord Macintire returned her smile with a grin of his own, “Your secret is safe with me,” he took a few steps closer to the ledge of the balcony so that he was now standing next to her, “your cousin mentioned that you were quite bright and a tad bit spirited,” he said as he gazed out over the courtyard. 

Persis let out a small sigh through her nose, “I did not realize that my cousin liked to talk about me to his fellow schoolmates.” 

Lord Macintire let out a light breathy chuckle, “he is quite proud of you. One moment he’s boasting and the next he’s threatening any man who might try to court you.” 

Persis dropped her head and groaned, “I apologize for any offense he may have caused you.” 

“No need, it was all in good fun. Although I will admit that his stories did cause me to wonder what it would be like to meet you.” 

Persis looked up at his confession to see him smiling at her with an almost boyish grin. It was - she dared to say - cute. 

“And do I live up to your expectations, Milord?” 

Persis did not tear her gaze from him, daring him to respond. However, whatever he was going to say to her teasing provocations was lost. Persis watched as his expression crumpled, his eyes drifting shut as his nose scrunched. Bastian quickly turned his head away and into the shoulder furthest from Persis.

“hiiNXT,hi…ih..GNXT,” he sighed and raised his head from his shoulder, “excuse me.” 

He sniffled wetly, fist pressed against the underside of his nose, “I beg your pardon, that was not very gentlemanly of me.” 

Persis shook her head, “You do not need to apologize, it does not bother me one bit.” She bit the inside of her lip and then reached into the pocket of her ballgown, pulling out a delicately embroidered handkerchief.

 “Here use this, you’ll end up hurting yourself if you keep stifling them like that.” 

However, her offer fell upon deaf ears as Lord Macintire’s attention was solely on keeping this new stubborn tickle in check. Persis looked up to see his face contorted in pure itchy misery. Lord Macintire’s eyes were squeezed shut as his nostrils flared, his breathing becoming more erratic with each shaky breath. Persis quickly unfolded and pressed the handkerchief into his hand, hoping he would catch on and use it. As soon as she curled his fingers around the linen square and released her grip, Lord Macintire immediately brought the cloth up to his face and cupped it around his nose. 

“HEH-MPFH!, HMNN--HMPFshhk! gh-heh…HEMPFH-uh,” 

Persis knew it was poor manners to stare but she couldn’t help but watch as Lord Macintire seemed to lose control. Each sneeze was more powerful than the last and he was left curled into himself. An unfamiliar heat seemed to coil in her stomach, she felt her cheeks flush, unsure of what just transpired but wanting to experience it again. 

It took Lord Macintire a moment to collect himself and soon he was back to standing straight. Persis quickly turned to the side to give him the privacy she should have given him in the first place if she wasn’t so distracted. She watched from the corner of her eye as he kept the handkerchief tented around his nose, he sniffled a few times before folding it and gently wiping the cloth against the underside of his nostrils. Persis wondered if he was embarrassed to use it to its full effect or if he was worried about ruining it and her ‘gentler sensibilities’ with it. 

“Thank you, Milady.” 

 Persis turned around and smiled, “Do not mention it Milord, are you feeling better?”

Lord Macintire coughed lightly into the fist holding her handkerchief and Persis swore she saw a light dusting of pink across his cheeks. “Much, thank you again. However, I am afraid that I ruined your handkerchief.” 

Persis shook her head, “I am just glad that it was of some use, I have no sentimental attachment to -” Persis was cut off by the resounding chimes of the Capital’s clock tower. Her eyes widened and she turned to face the direction of the bells. Suddenly all too aware that it was now midnight and all unmarried ladies would have to depart from the ball. She thought she had more time, she glanced back at Lord Macintire, lip caught between her teeth. There was no guarantee that he would be coming to the following balls, or partaking in any other social events in the Capital. This may be her only chance. She hoped that her panic was not visible on her face as she posed a question to the young lord.

“Forgive my candor but if you wish to reciprocate my kindness, perhaps you would like to meet me for tea?” 

She watched as his eyes widened, not that she was surprised. She was being outlandishly bold, it was expected that the man would take the first step in courting a woman, not the other way around. But Persis did not have the luxury of other demure noble girls with the entire season to secure a husband. She did not have the time to give him coquettish smiles and send signals his way with a minute flick of a hand fan under the watchful gaze of her chaperone. No, if she wanted to form a courtship with Bastian Macintire, she would have to take the necessary steps to do so. 

“I would like that very much snf, I will send an invitation to your family’s Capital estate in the morning.” 

Persis took the skirts of her dress in her hands and began to make her way to the balcony’s open doors. “I look forward to it, Lord Macintire. Now if you’d please excuse me, I must find my cousin post haste before he realizes I spent an unseemly amount of time with you unchaperoned.”

She stepped out of the balcony and back into the ballroom, quickly making her way back to Theodore. Persis couldn’t hide the smile that graced her lips as she caught a glimpse of Lord Macintire’s own boyish grin. Yes, she wouldn’t mind having him as a husband at all.

[enerosavs]

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 𝝞Ɲ𝝩Ɍ𝝤🄳𝐔𝗖𝝩𝝞𐍈𝝢 ꩜ .ᐟ

₊˚⊹꒷ 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦! — Kie

₊˚⊹꒷ pronouns! — she+her

₊˚⊹꒷ nationality! — 🇮🇩

✺ TᕼIᑎGS ᗩᗷOᑌT ᗰE...ᐟ

—• I've been practicing shifting since 2020

—• I've known shiftblr since 2023 (incognito) but this is my first time enganging!

—• shifted (1x)

• "minishifted" (3x)

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✺ ᗰY IᑎTEᖇESTS...ᐟ

—• typology, genshin impact, until dawn, ever after high, life is strange, pjo, films, music, books, kpop, twisted wonderland, the hunger games, historical manhwas, gossip girl, gilmore girls

✺ ᗰY ᗪESIᖇEᗪ ᖇEᗩᒪITIES...ᐟ

—• PJO+HoO

—• twisted wonderland

—• le sserafim

★ 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩!

[achy-boo]

Nyx 'Keket'

1.Neka

Jeanne's unofficial sister and night side

A girl with an injured eye and psychotic mindset

Never Triggered Her Inner Mirror Demon

Name: Nyx 'Keket'

Romaji: 'Keket' Nyx

Quote: "Why my eye is injured? You really do not want to know~"

V/A: Kafka from HSR(English), Female Rover from Wuthering Waves(Japanese)

Gender: female

Sexuality: polyamorous biromantic

Age:17(Same as Jeanne. Age like a normal human being but never grow old)

Birthday: Feb 10th

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Eye color: It is a mixture of lilac, dark purple and dark crimson red(Just an the open one)

Hair Color: dark purple with dark plums ends

Height: 5'6(Just few inches taller than Jeanne)

Weight:109lbs

Race: Mirror Demon/Curse

Homeland: South Korea

Family:July Keket(Mother/Victim of the Keket Curse), [redacted] (Bio dad, murdered by Zephyr) Zephyr Keket(Step Father), Kenichi Keket(First older brother), Hyun Lamya Keket(2nd older brother), Jeanne(Her day half and 'sister')

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Sapphire Lake Dorm

School Year: 2nd year

Class: 2-B

Student Number: No.21

Occupation: A waitress and a information booker

Club: Gossip Club

Best Subject: Flying

Favorite Color: dark, mute colors

Favorite Food: Mainly homemade meals by the girls

Least Favorite Food: It’s the same with Jeanne but for some reason...certain food from China makes her mouth feel weird

Likes: minding her business, mirrors, learning new things and meeting new people, Yuuken(She teased them a lot), animals, Sapphire Lake Dorm, girls' coffee and tea, alone time

Dislikes: People asking her about her closed eye, being called fake Jeanne(She kills a lot of people for that), Sapphire Lake Dorm being insulted or mocked, loud noises, her alone time being interrupted

Hobbies: watching from the sidelines, reading, sipping tea during the rainy days

Talents: Breaking free from her 'cage' with/out Jeanne's help, causing Derealization when her closed eye is open, sensing a lie, mirror traveling

Nicknames: Nyx, Nxie

Other Nicknames: None at the moment

Appearance and Personality

Appearance:

- Nyx looks like Jeanne but with a few differences. Her hair is light purple with dark purple ends, her eyes is a mixture of lilac, dark purple and red and one of them scars on it(it’s the closed on), she is the same height as Jeanne tho a bit taller in few inches. She wears the gothic dark academia style outfit due to the Sapphire Lake Dorm’s No same outfit rule.

Personality:

- Nyx is what everyone would called her the danger side of the mirrors. She is more cunning and manipulative than Jeanne when it came to anyone outside of NRC, RSA or Mystery Haunt. She is more cautious due to her history and experience with toxic people or people with hidden intentions. Towards strangers: Nyx is more wary a bit blunt and dismissive but towards everyone she cares about: she is a doll, playful and honest gal even if the truth and honesty is harsh.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

Her UM is Derealiaztion Madness World

She become The Keket Family's unoffical daughter due to her look, act and behave very differently than Jeanne(despite of her being Jeanne's mirror persona)

One of her eyes is closed and scarred but she stills sees well

Her mirror/cage is a large dancing mirror with purple roses as the designs

She is Crewel's favorite along with Kianisha

She had beef with Subaru Sakamaki and Yuma Mukami

She watches anime and read manhwa with the girls

Her main aesthetic themes are gothic and dark academia

She teases Yuuken since she found theme more interesting than the other boys

Her theme songs is Revolver by Luz in Royal Scandal and Monster by KIRA

She never open her closed eye(There is a reason why)

Derealzation Madness World

This Unique Magic of Nyx’s involves someone or a group trapped into her world. The world is peaceful and calm until it’s get disoriented, unreal and distant. The longer the person is in that world, the more mental damaging the effect can get. You have to found someone or something that is not disoriented but you have 20 minutes to find it or you are forever a part of her world...her unreal, distant, disorder world

What it involves: For Nyx; it’s her closed eye(her eye is a totally different color) and the person’s mental health and will to be mentally better

Songs: If I had to pick two songs that might fits Nyx's UM are Lavender Town Syndrome and Bad End Night both are vocaloid songs

@yukii0nna @writing-heiress @yoghurtsan @fair-night-starry-tears @yumeko2sevilla @queen-of-twisted @txemptress @httpghostface @lxdymoon0357

[manhwa-gossip-girl]

Reported Sightings #6

Seen sharing some hot tea in "Siren: Becoming the Villain's Family" chapter 18

[wickcdlove]

kamon 'love' hunt ( คามอน เลิฟ ฮันต์ ) | 02’ | lesbian | woman | she/her | thai dessert bar employee

becky armstrong, lesbian, woman, she/her. ♡ now entering the apartment building is kamon “love” hunt, a twenty-two year old who is currently a thai dessert bar employee. netizens have said they seem naive but others have said they’re romantic ! gossip aside, we’re sure they’re bound to be a fan favorite !

born + raised in england, her mother and grandmother taught her thai. she lived in thailand for most of her schooling years, so she’s fluent but her pronunciation is a bit off every now and again. korean is her least proficient language – she’s good conversationally but there’s a lot she still doesn’t understand. her accent is weird and no-one can tell where she’s from.

background

kamon’s parents were childhood best friends. her mother had moved to england at a young age, and her family became very close with her fathers family. they went to school together, kamon’s father helped kamon’s mother with english, and defended her from anyone who might be cruel to her because of her differences. kamon’s paternal grandfather helped her maternal grandfather get work, her maternal grandmother taught her maternal grandfather how to cook thai food. as they grew older, their families had pushed them together and out of obligation, they eventually married each other. it was evident there was no real romantic love or attraction between them, but they did love each other, their own families, each others families, so they stuck it out. they’re still together to this day, all because of the familiarity and care they have for one another – but their relationship is more akin to best friends than husband and wife who were ever at all in love or attracted to one another. despite the lack of traditional romance between her parents, they both loved kamon fiercely. she was given the nickname "love" before they had even decided on her name (her mother and her family wanted to name her traditionally), symbolizing that she was their greatest joy and to hopefully manifest that their daughter would find true love - something they never had the chance to experience. raised in a loving, supportive household, love’s parents gave her a lot of freedom growing up, which made her grow into an independent and confident girl. they accepted her wholly when she came out as gay, trusting that whoever she chose to love forever would be deserving of it. growing up, her grandmother and mother taught her thai, and they often visited thailand to stay connected with their extended family. when love was ten, the family moved to thailand for her schooling, where she became proficient in the language, though her accent is still a little bit off. after finishing school, the family moved to korea for her fathers business, where her father also helped her mother open a thai dessert bar. she assists in running it, handling customer service while her father manages the business side. her mother barely speaks korean and relies on her a lot. love joined seoulmates to find romance, just as her parents hoped for her. she’s searching for a deep, meaningful connection, someone who will consume her with love in the way she’s always wanted. she’s also hoping to help her mother’s dessert bar gain some attention, as business has been slowing down. love knows how important the bar is to her mother and wants to do anything she can to help keep it afloat.

personality:

love is selfless, always striving to better herself and the lives of those around her. she’s a natural people-pleaser, eager to help and make others happy. though she advocates for herself and others, she’s not aggressive about it - she’s calm and composed, never pushing too hard. she’s far too forgiving and tends to give people way too many second chances, often to her detriment. a hopeless romantic, love is obsessed with gl romance novels, shows, and yuri manga/manhwa. she wishes she had the skills to create similar love stories but instead is a passionate admirer. she is very optimistic, sometimes to an unhealthy degree. she avoids dealing with negative emotions, preferring to push them aside rather than confront them. this makes her seem carefree, but it’s also a coping mechanism to avoid any deeper pain. she tries to remain positive and upbeat in almost every situation, determined not to let bad feelings weigh her down.

relationships

love has never been in a long-term relationship, though she had deep feelings for a girl while living in thailand. unfortunately, the other girl wasn’t ready to explore those feelings, and things ended before they could begin. it broke love’s heart, but her optimistic outlook kept her going, convincing herself there’s someone out there for her. (there’s plenty of fish in the sea, after all.) since then, she’s had a few short-term relationships - one in thailand and two in korea. none of them lasted more than a few months, and they fizzled out due to a lack of compatibility. love wasn’t too heartbroken by it, but she continues searching for something deeper and more meaningful. she’s extremely affectionate in relationships, big on public displays of affection and physical touch. love loves peppering her partner with kisses and being openly silly and joyful with them. she tends to be clingy, wanting to be around her partner constantly, but she can manage on her own when necessary, begrudgingly. in relationships, she’s a true switch. love's primary goal is to make her partner happy, however that plays out. she enjoys a dynamic where they can switch things up. either way she loves really soft dom/sub dynamics lmfao

wanted connections

romantic;

someone who has feelings for love, but she’s either oblivious or sees them purely as a friend. this could lead to tension, especially if love is focusing her romantic energy on someone else, unknowingly hurting the person who is crushing on her.

love is optimistic and a hopeless romantic, but this person is more jaded or even closed off emotionally. despite their differences, they form a bond, and love’s affectionate nature could begin to break down their emotional walls??

idk

platonic;

regular at the thai dessert bar ? ; a regular customer at the thai dessert bar. they could have a flirty dynamic, where love is her usual affectionate self, or it could be entirely platonic.

love advice !! ; love has always been a hopeless romantic, and while she’s never been in a long-term relationship, she’s filled with knowledge from her endless consumption of gl romance novels, shows, and yuri manga/manhwa. this character seeks out love for relationship advice, or perhaps she offers it up ?? whether her advice helps or backfires idk

[eimiiko]

TAG GAMESSSS!!! <333 💜🧡💛💙🤍🤎

i was tagged by @bim-yo-u for 15 questions!!

1. are you named after someone?

yes! asya is the main character of a Turkish movie called “selvi boylum al yazmalım”

2. when was the last time you cried? -todayyy

3. do you have kids? -no

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? -noooo!!

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

-basketball and gymnastics when i was in middle school but i never liked it. i hate doing sports so much

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people?

-THEIR SMILESSSSS I LOVE HOW DIFFERENT EVERYONE'S SMILES ITS SO SO SO CUTEE

7. eye color? -brown

8. scary movies or happy endings? -happy endings <3

9. any special talents? -idkk if it's special but i think i'm good at writing!!

10. where were you born? -turkeyyy

11. what are your hobbies? -playing games, going out, watching shows and reading manhwas

12. do you have any pets? -yes! catt

13. how tall are you? 5’1

14. fave subject in school? -math and biology

15. dream job? -LAWYERRRRR

i was tagged by @tohruie!!

8 shows to get to know me 💗

. criminal minds

. fairy tail

. attack on titan

. gossip girl

. scream queens

. saiki k

. everything sucks

. kamisama kiss

i was tagged by @astralx!! <33 for this picrew

[wevetoearth]

you're entering dyera—house ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡

🐇 : that's me!

people mentioned me with nera or dera but i can go with any nicknames, the one that swings your way, i really dont mind! i'm 04s and using she/her as my pronouns, an entp, with taurus sun aquarius moon and capricorn rising for my own zodiac.

my account is counted as dump but more like fan account. 🥡

📓 “journal about my likings!” ઇ ˚

history of the one i adore 🩷 ઇ ˚

first and foremost, i'm a music girlie! 🎧 i'm a casual listener of kpop in general, but seventeen & le sserafim are my ultimates. i take ariana grande as the first artist that i get a load of! and next on the list are xdinary heroes, nct dream, keshi, why dont we, fly by midnight, grrrl gang, zayn, more oldie bands that was the hit during 1960-1990s.

mystery fantasy and teen-lit genre has been taking the throne for what i watch during these past three years: alice in borderland, alchemy of souls, mr. queen, the uncanny counter, mean girls, wild child, gossip girls and many much more to mention! 🎞️

until this particular second, cartoon and anime can't never ever leave my sight. 🍿 i watch.. basically, all cartoons! but i'd say barbie, every animations from disney, jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, kimi ni todoke, blue lock, one piece and all ghibli movies.

i also looove reading books & webcomic!📱🖌 currently reading: omniscient reader viewpoint, study group, and some romance manhwa.

🍮 “few quite important things for you..”

i post a lot about my selfies and my personal life archives! so make sure youre fine with it before deciding to befriend with me.

little notes: i do removing some 'suspicious' account or any account that make me uncomfortable.

find 👀 me anywhere in

x | spotify | tvtime | pin | medium

[weixint]

talking about jan

2023 began a month ago but and i subsequently fell back into my reading, fanfiction and webtoon phase. it’s been like that since 2020, slurping up as much content as i can. i’ve started a new job, a stone’s throw away from home and university is (hopefully) going fairly well.

webtoon reading was one of the many hobbies that stuck when i first discovered its ability to mitigate my anxiety back in early 2021. the hobby gradually made its way into my nightly ‘quiet’ time routine for 5-6 months before i started a different hobby.

but!! for the past few weeks, i mustered the courage to clear my gallery and download ‘webtoon’. i caught up with so many manhwas, mostly new but some were manhwas from back in 2021 that i used to enjoy!!! my favourites would be:

manhwas/manhua/manga:

salad days (kuaikan) - a ballerino and a boxer met at the children’s palace (if you like that childhood friends to lovers trope)

jinx (lezhin) - most importantly, if a manhwa is from lezhin, it’s much likely a BL (and toxic) main character is a professional mma boxer

pearl boy (lezhin) - i really liked this but i only stopped because the main character, dooshik, looked like someone i previously dated 💀 edit: HE LOOKED DIFFERENT AFTER THE AUTHOR WENT ON HIATUS HENCE THE CONTINUATION (spoilers: main character is a gangster so there’s a lot of fighting and violence)

omniscient reader (webtoon) - apparently a very popular manhwa

the boxer (webtoon) - this is such a shonen themed manhwa but i like it!!!

hectopascal (webtoon) - street fighter main character and rich tycoon main character on a revenge partnership

homesick (webtoon) - my latest obsession after Eleceed and Jungle Juice! saving the chapters so i don’t have to wait months for an update

she’s hopeless (webtoon) - high school romcom

the guide to capturing a black lotus (kuaikan) - i like this because it’s such a typical isekai manhua but the art style is so dreamy (like most chinese manhua actually)

games, books, shows, updates:

playstation games: elden ring

recent purchase: hogwarts legacy (pre-order)

switch games: ace attorney trilogy; stardew valley

recent purchase: persona 5 royal

books: jellicoe road; carrie soto is back

currently reading: hp goblet of fire; lockwood & co the screaming staircase

shows: ginny & georgia; the office s1 & 2

anime: chainsaw man; record of ragnarok

btw i no longer have a physical planner so i will be updating this space instead to save the trees 🌳

xoxo gossip girl

ps: i created a pinterest board filled w joo jaekyung’s pictures from jinx it’s called ‘red flag society’ where seungho from painter of the night and jiwon from BJ alex can mingle and talk about how to treat their partners like a puddle of pig’s piss (pearl boy’s dooshik is actually kinda nice and possessed a tinge of kindness so he isn’t required to attend this gathering)

[kaemoonx18]

Ꮶᥲꫀ'᥉ Ᏼᥣꪮg *ੈ✩‧₊˚

helloo !! welcome to my Tumblr blog, where I'll be dumping my thoughts and opinions on and about various things ( =＾ω＾)

"argumentative antithetical dream girl"

"i hate it here, so i will go to secret gardens in my mind."

⇢ ˗ˏˋ About Me: infp-t, june gemini, bisexual girl loser, bookworm, writer, ts reputation stan

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Likes: reading, writing, music, flowers, animals, stationary, anything sweet, movies, tv shows, anime, manga, manhwa, the color purple, psychoanalyzing things.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ My Favorite Books: The Inheritance Games series, the Naturals series, The Folk of the Air trilogy, Once Upon a Broken Heart trilogy, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder trilogy, Five Survive, The Reappearance of Rachel Price, Six of Crows duology, Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, Harry Potter series, Hunger Games series, Mortal Instruments series

⇢ ˗ˏˋ My Favorite Movies/TV shows/Animes: Heathers (1989), Bridgerton, How to Get Away with Murder, Gilmore Girls, Gossip Girl, Brooklyn 99, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Gravity Falls, Haikyuu!!, My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Ouran High School Host Club, Chainsaw Man, Death Note

⇢ ˗ˏˋ My Favorite Artist/s: Taylor Swift, Lana del Ray, Gracie Abrams, Sabrina Carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, Chappell Roan, Conan Gray, Coldplay, Hozier, Marina, My Chemical Romance

─•~❉᯽❉~•─ ─•~❉᯽❉~•─ ─•~❉᯽❉~•─

[skriblee-ksk]

Cynthia Rydell

Summary:

[A girl with an bright and sociable personality who got accepted to both NRC and RSA (she attends the latter). Surprisingly an intelligent and hardworking girl, she spends her days balancing her schoolwork with sneaking out to NRC for occasional chaos (as there’s always chaos in NRC).]

[She has a passion for discovering hidden truths, but has the much-needed sense of self-preservation. All-in-all, she tries her best to make sure her future is on the right tracks since it’s in her hands this time…?]

General Info!

Name: Cynthia Rydell

Birthday: May 27th

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: AroAce (romance favorable + non-partnering)

Dominant Hand: Right

Hobbies: Writing, Doodling, Procrastinating as much as possible, Hanging out with friends, Reading Manhwas, and Pestering Adelia.

Likes: Dressing up, Hearing interesting gossip, Solving mysteries, Debating, and Learning about wack laws and rules.

Dislikes: Getting nagged, Being looked down upon (because she does try hard to be a good person), and The concept of fate.

Fears: Being alone and Being forgotten.

Traits: Getting invested into the weirdest things, Having a strong urge to find the truth, Being calculating and nimble enough to escape certain situations, and Having an eye for cute and fun things.

Extra Information: She has a sibling-like close friend who attends NRC. She frequently sneaks out to visit her with help from Che’nya. While she accepted the letter to RSA, she got permission for a gap year as to earn money that the scholarship wouldn’t cover. Her hair is dyed pink. Her natural hair is a beige brown seen in her lashes. Call her pigtails childish and she’ll deck you. Her favorite colors are pink and orange. She like orange flavored things!

"Dividing the planes of reality, I claim one for my own." Spirit Realm Split: Cynthia's unique magic that can place objects in a separate plane that only she can access. It doesn't work like a game inventory system. Instead, the objects float around in her vicinity, invisible and untouchable to others. Number of objects that can be switched to the plane varies with size (10 small objects at most), and it can only stay there for 24 hours, with a cooldown of 1 hour. The bigger and longer the object stays, the more blot accumulates. It's unknown if this power can used on a person, but Cynthia's not against trying if she finds viable candidates.

More of her story and author’s notes under cut!

Backstory:

Cynthia grew up in the Shaftlands with only her mother. Neighbors to a decently wealthy family, Cynthia frequently spent time at their household while her mother went out to work. The neighbors, the Ordelia family, had two daughters. A girl named Adeline (who Cynthia calls Adelia), the younger of the two, was about to become Cynthia’s lifelong friend.

To help her mother and also be able to follow her dreams of entering the law field, Cynthia received Adelia’s help with her studies to try to get into the two most prestigious schools on Sage Island. Through Adelia’s crazily strict yet admittedly useful studying regime, she was able to proudly show off the two acceptance letters, a sign that she had truly worked as hard as she could.

Cynthia spent days mulling over which school she would enter. She even did a mandatory coin toss just in case she still hadn’t decided by the due date. Adelia wouldn’t say a single word on where she would go, but since Cynthia knew of Adelia’s competence, she believed Adelia would be able follow Cynthia, no matter which school she would choose.

Oh, so how tragic the betrayal is~! How traitorous for Adelia to abandon Cynthia and enter her school’s ultimate rival. The pain, the misery—

“Cynthia, stop being dramatic. Just because I could follow you never meant I would have. And didn’t you say being rivals was, quote, ‘actually pretty fun’ last week?”

A silky voice with an certain sharpness arrives from her phone. Cynthia laughs at the vivid annoyance she can imagine on her best friend’s face.

“Alright, fine! Sometimes it’s fun to complain for the sake of it, you know.”

“You’re not doing it for the sake of it, you’re doing it to annoy me—“

“Well, keep me updated on any NRC drama! Such as the one with your Dormleader… which is frankly cu-ray-zee!! A Spelldrive Tournament between our schools is coming up soon, apparently, so maybe we can meet up then. I’ll tell you what I’ve learned about overblots, and then you—“

“Oh my, class is about to start, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Wait, huh? I’m not done talkin—“

*Beeep*

- - -

A/N: It’s my daughter! Cynthia!! She’s actually from an OC story I made with my friend @kathxrat-01 called Your Artificial Image. We have an entire webnovel about it (in progress, we’re rewriting and editing it right now), and it’s what i used to be fixated on before i got into twst. But i missed her SOOOOOO BAD that i just. i just had to add her in. I MISS HER. I MISS HER AND HER TRAGEDY OF A STORY. I WANT TO BE FIXATED ON HER AGAIN UUUEUUEUUE but i like talking ab Kiyuu so idk man.

She’s so beloved to me actually!! I’ve made several edits of her bc i have enough art to edit her to some 4/4 beat music. Tmi, you don’t know what I’m talking about probably. THE POINT IS THAT I LOVE HER. Sometimes I forget that she’s actually smart though because she acts like someone who gets straight Bs and possibly Cs, but she’s a straight A student!! Say thanks to Adelia who taught her studying methods that actually suited her!!!

Her role in twst is. It’s mostly based around as a sort of helper to Adelia, who’s trying to piece together everything wrong with NRC (because justice. Cynthia just wants to know because she likes knowing things). Her best friend in RSA is Che’nya, who she just followed out of RSA for funsies and realized it was a good way to talk to Adelia and actually experience the weird NRC experience. Usually, though, most information comes from phone calls to each other, which they do nearly every day.

Below are some non-YAI spoiler doodles I drew of her. I do have some others but they have Adelia in it, so I can’t drop them just yet. IF U WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT YAI!! General gist is it has imaginary friend-like beings called spirits (what TWST!Cynthia’s unique magic is based on) and isekai/going back in time and it’s ALSO about going back home vs adapting here (like most otome isekais are). We have a tumblr blog called @dek0rin. So go check it out. (We haven’t rlly posted anything yet. BUT WE WILL.)