#mayu writes

[anbaisai]

Happy New Year!! 🎉🐍

It's the year of the snake, so who better to celebrate it with than our resident snake boy?

I may not be the best with words, but I really appreciate everyone that has showed me support in the past year. You guys have been amazing, and I hope to see you around in the new year too ❤

Thank you for an incredible 2024, and wishing everyone a wonderful 2025!

[bastardbeewoman]

Mayu and Mikoshiba being paired up alongside the other couples always adds so many years to my lifespam <3

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐎𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐒 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬' 𝐨𝐜𝐬)

summary: i was plagued by the visions of my twst ocs interacting with my moots’ ocs, so here we are (aka i had a sudden burst of motivation to write about them interacting and now i'm very nervous to post this)

characters: cassandra, selene, angelica, carmilla (my ocs); @crystallizsch’s yuusha and yuuna, @viperbunnies’s oz (ft. yuudai), @anbaisai’s mayu

warnings: bullying (oz's part); jamil slander bc i love him <3 (all parts)

a/n: if i ever manifest in your dms with cryptic questions about your ocs, be not afraid, just answer them :3c (also i need to set up my oc directory and finish some intros fr)

twisted wonderland masterlist

CASS + YUUSHA + YUUNA

The sun was still high and clear in the sky as Yuusha made her way towards Ramshackle. Most students had already either returned to their dorm by this time or were still goofing off with their friends, sparing her any unnecessary run-ins with any of the college’s troublemakers. But, at NRC, a day could only stay peaceful for so long. When she passed by the mirror chamber, her phone vibrated.

Ramshackle Support Group 

yuuna: @.yuusha be careful when you come back to the dorm yuuna: the stairs to the second floor caved in again yuusha: i’m still close to the school, i’ll go talk to crowley about it Cass: Wait for me, I’d also like to have a chat with the Headmage. yuusha: we’re not killing him Cass: Not even a little?

A few hours later, with the sun already far behind the horizon, the three girls fell onto Ramshackle’s rickety couches in exhaustion. Crowley had very generously provided them with funds to purchase supplies for repairing the stairs, but had otherwise not lifted a single clawed finger. Likewise, Grim was nowhere to be seen when he heard of physical labour.

“So,” Cass broke the silence, lifting her head from a cushion, “when are we going to ask Kalim for help instead of that useless weirdo?”

“We can’t just go and mooch off Kalim just because he’s rich,” Yuusha interjected, rolling over and settling into a more comfortable position at the other end of the sofa.

“Why not? Every other student in this school seems to be absolutely loaded. We, on the other hand…” Cass fished out a pillow under her golden locks and demonstrably pulled open the entire seam by a loose thread. “It’s not like Kalim would even notice.”

“Well, by that standard,” Yuuna chimed up while straightening out the bow in their hair, “why don’t you go ask Leona, Cass? I’m sure he’d be more than willing to help you out.”

“Yeah right, and next you know Azul will start handing out freebies,” the blonde snorted. Discarding the thread between her fingers on the coffee table, she started fiddling with the frazzled pillow cover instead. “Why are you bringing him up anyway? Aren’t Idia or Malleus or Vil just as rich?”

Her dorm mates exchanged knowing looks before Yuusha tilted her head towards Cassandra again with a grin. “Oh c’mon, we both have eyes you know.”

“And I’m not sure if those are working correctly.”

“Why deny it?” Yuuna giggled, taking a sip from the mug cradled between their hands. “Sure, Leona’s got an attitude problem and is generally unpleasant, but it could be worse. Probably.”

“You’re imagining things, why would I—“ Breaking herself off with a sharp exhale, Cass pulled the seam taught between her hands. “I’d rather throw myself headfirst into a pit of horned serpents than ask that ass for a favour.”

“Mhm, I’m sure you’d like to ask that ass something else instead,” Yuusha gleefully joined in the teasing. A second later a certain cushion hit her square in the chest, which didn’t deter her. “Or are you saying you decided to join Jack’s morning run, which just so happens to end at Savanaclaw’s morning practice, with no ulterior motive?”

“It certainly wasn’t so I could see Leona more! But anyway, since I already brought up snakes just now,” Cass started, turning her bright eyes on Yuusha. “Why don’t we talk about what I saw when passing by the courtyard this afternoon?”

With a telling glance towards Yuuna, who sat curled up in their armchair now, Cass added, “Involving a certain Vice Housewarden.”

“Oh my god! Did you come home late because you were meeting with Jamil?” There was genuine excitement in Yuuna’s voice as they perked up where they sat. “You gotta spill the beans now.”

“Only if a certain someone spills the tea on her and a certain lion.” The pillow flew back towards Cass.

“There’s nothing to spill here,” Cass retorted, catching the projectile easily.

“Oh right, by the same chance Grim will pass the next potions exam.”

“I noticed you didn’t deny that there was something going on between the two of you.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes!”

“Both of us actually!!”

It was a long night at Ramshackle. (Some say they’re still debating their terrible taste in men to this day.)

SELENE + ANGELICA + OZ (ft. Yuudai)

Of course this would happen to him of all people. If anyone was unlucky enough to accidentally delete the message stating where the film research club would be meeting and then miss Yuudai, who had forgotten his phone at the dorm that day, by a few minutes, of course it would be him. And though he knew better, when Oz was running all over campus trying to find the prefect, he started hoping to run into someone who could point him in the right direction. Which was when he quite literally ran into magift players on their way home from a gruelling practice and looking to blow off some steam. 

“Tch, I thought I smelled another beastman around,” one of them scoffed as they started crowding around Oz, making him scrunch his nose in distaste. “Turns out it was just this little runt.”

“Yer always hoppin’ all over the place, aren’t ya?” The one on the left joined in, laughing as he started jabbing his finger into Oz’s birthmark. “Why don’t ya show us a trick, ya little freak?”

“Look who’s talking.” A clear voice cut through the air. Over the guys’ shoulders Oz could spot green hair and a pair of orange antennae. Selene looked entirely unimpressed by the scene she was witnessing. The dark-skinned girl walking next to her didn’t look any happier either. “The only freaks I’m seeing are the giant idiots running their mouths for no reason. Are you having fun only picking on people smaller than you?”

“Ha? You got some kind of problem, you bug-legged freak?”

“Oh, no, you’re the only ones with some kind of problem here. Your vernacular for example,” Selene waved them off. Her voice made it clear that she was completely over this conversation and considered talking to them a waste of her time. Slipping a phial out of her pockets, she swirled its luminescent contents around with a pensive look on her face before fixing her gaze on the magift players again. “Since you never pick on anyone your size maybe I should shrink you down to the size of mice? I need to test this one anyway…”

Seeing the seriousness in her expression the guys urgently whispered between each other before deciding to scram but not without hurling a few more insults at the Pomefiore student. In response, Selene only gave them a meaningful look and her lip curled slightly at the corner.

“If I was you, I’d be careful with the cafeteria food for the next few days. Who knows what could accidentally slip in there.”

With the athletes out of sight, Oz’s shoulders finally dropped their tension and he heaved a sigh as he approached the two girls. By now, the potion had already vanished somewhere behind the width of Selene’s flowy sleeves.

“Thanks for stepping in,” Oz started, before adding a little more hesitantly, “but you wouldn’t actually spike their food, right?”

“It’s true that I’ll eventually have to give this potion to a person but I’m still perfecting the ratio of the ingredients,” Selene shrugged nonchalantly. Seeing Oz’s unconvinced expression she added with a small smile, “As long as they think there’s the chance that I would, it’s sufficient. Some people would call human experimentation at this stage unethical. And frankly, that’s more paperwork than I care to bother with, so don’t worry about it.“

“‘Those people’ are called an ethics committee, Sel, for the seven’s sake. Also quit making such jokes or Oz will think you’re being serious about it,” Angelica spoke up, exasperation and fondness mixing in her tone as she smiled at her girlfriend. As she shook her head, the star-shaped buns on her head bobbed, making various accessories in her hair glitter like stars in the night sky. Then she turned her dark eyes on Oz. “Anyway, that aside, are you okay?”

“Just a bit shaken up, but otherwise I’m fine,” he said. Absent-mindedly, one of his gloved hands traced the spot where the guy had poked him but Selene’s dual-coloured eyes caught on to the movement. Digging through her purse, she procured a compact mirror and concealer.

“Your make-up came off a little. If it makes you more comfortable, you can touch it up. It won’t be perfect but our teint is similar enough for it to pass.” Holding the utensils out to him, Oz took them from her. “The cushion’s unused if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh no, that’s not it.” Considering just leaving it at that, Oz trailed off before exhaling deeply. From all the brief times he’d talked to Angelica and Selene, he didn’t think they’d make fun of him for what he was about to say, so he plucked up his courage. “It just feels a little silly sometimes that I care so much about something like a birthmark.”

The girls exchanged a quick glance before Angelica smiled at him warmly, reaching out to hold the concealer while Oz applied it in the mirror. “I don’t think it’s silly at all, if that helps you.”

“I agree,” Selene nodded, adjusting her glasses afterwards. “We all have traits we feel insecure about, especially if others have commented unfavourably on them in the past. Some days we feel more comfortable showing them and on others we’d rather hide them from view. I think most people feel like that.”

When she took the make-up from him again, Oz couldn’t help but notice the pink colour staining her arms from the tips of her fingers to her elbow. He obviously had known it was there, but hadn’t paid it much mind up until now. Something told him Selene had personal experience in the matter as well.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Angelica spoke up again, “what happened earlier anyway? I find it hard to imagine that you wronged them somehow.”

“Oh!” Oz suddenly remembered the club meet he had to get to, so he very quickly explained his problem to the couple, who listened attentively even as he nervously thumped his foot and nearly bit his tongue. “So just when I started hoping to find anyone from the film research club, I ran into them instead.”

“Well, you found someone who can help you in the end after all. Though we’re not from the film club, Selene has something she wants to ask Vil, so we were actually just on our way to meet them.” The Ignihyde student’s voice was so light and welcoming as she spoke, it was hard to imagine she actually went to NRC. “If you want to, you can accompany us.”

“That would be a big help,” Oz took her up on the offer. 

Soon enough, the late afternoon was filled with the usual complaints levelled at teachers and classmates. Selene described how she had passed by the first year’s botany class on mandrakes recently and had nearly had a heart attack because she had thought she heard one of the plants scream, but it had turned out to be Sebek instead. The art teacher had once nearly tossed out Azul’s assignment because they hadn’t recognised it as a finished painting, Oz told them. Angelica recalled how, in her first year, they had had joint potions classes with the third years once and she had almost passed away when she was partnered up with Leona, only to barely catch his head from nodding off into the potion.

“Looks like we still made it in time,” Angelica sighed in relief as they spotted Vil assigning tasks from a distance. Turning to Oz with a smile, she brushed a stray coil out of her face. “It was fun talking to you. Makes me wonder why we haven’t interacted more before, despite all of us being second years.”

“I don’t think that’s on either of us,” Selene interjected, her antennae and the green-pink moth wings on her back fluttering in the evening breeze. “It probably has something to do with the fact that Oz hangs out with Jamil a lot and that guy has always been giving me the widest berth possible.”

“Ah… Please don’t hold it against him,” Oz tried to defend the vice housewarden, knowing how he already reacted to bugs the size of his finger. While wondering what else he could say, he heard his name being called. “Well, I’ll see you around then. And thank you again for everything.”

“You’re very welcome. And good luck with those photos!” Angelica waved him goodbye as the two made their way over to Pomefiore’s housewarden.

Selene only elegantly tilted her head down as they parted but still left him with a friendly “À bientôt.”

In the meantime, Yuudai had made his way over to him, camera already hanging around his neck as he’d no doubt gone through most of the preparations already. Despite that, he still grinned at the sophomore.

“Oz, there you are. I was already worried you had forgotten that we’re helping Vil today.”

“How could anyone possibly forget that?” Scratching his head, he decided to gloss over most of what had happened. “I just got held up a little. Anyway, what can I help you with?”

CARMILLA + MAYU

“Mayu! Just the person I was looking for~”

Looking over her shoulder for the sweet voice calling her name to find the hallway completely deserted, Mayu shook her head and turned back in the direction she was going. Only to nearly jump out of her skin as she came face to face with a pair of sharp, teal eyes.

“Sorry, did I startle you? That wasn’t my intention,” Carmilla cooed, not sounding all that sorry. The ghostly flames around her flickered mischievously as the fae fell into step next to her. “You were on your way somewhere, weren’t you? Why don’t we walk while we talk, hm? It’s been a while since we last got to chat, how are you doing? Nobody’s giving you any trouble, right?”

“Oh uhm, I’m doing fine and everyone’s very nice to me. Thank you for the concern,” Mayu answered, giving Carmilla a small smile. As they continued towards the library, the prefect fiddled with her cuff sleeves as she hesitated to say what was on her mind, before conceding. “Actually, I’m struggling with Ancient Curses at the moment. I just never seem to get them right.”

“Ancient curses, huh? I’m quite good at them, but so’s Jamil if I remember correctly.” Casting a studying glance at the girl next to her, Carmilla went on smoothly. “Haven’t you asked him for help before? I’m sure he won’t try to weasel himself out of tutoring if it’s you.”

“I did think about it,” Mayu admitted with a sigh, “but he’s been so busy lately, even more so than usual. And I don’t want to bother him.”

A gasp echoed around the hallway as Carmilla halted in her tracks at a crossroad, head whipping around to the younger girl next to her. It made Mayu stop, too, and look at her curiously. 

“Does that mean he hasn’t even been making time for you?” The fox’s usually playful expression had shifted, regarding her with eyes that had softened around the corner in sympathy. 

“No! It’s not–” Mayu immediately piped up, holding her hands up in defence. How did they end up talking about her and Jamil in the first place? “I know that he does try to make as much time for me as possible. He just has a lot on his plate at the moment.”

“Oh dear, that won’t do. Tell you what, I actually came here to ask if you want to take some clothes off my hands.” Procuring two bags stuffed full with fabrics out of thin air, the idol held them out for her to take. “They’re all products from brand deals that aren’t really my style or colour, but I thought they might look cute on you. Especially since you came here without anything you could call a wardrobe. If you end up not liking them, you can just give them back to me, I don’t want you thinking I’m just dumping my old clothes on you.”

“Oh, that’s too kind of you, Carmilla,” Mayu exclaimed, pleasantly surprised by the weighted bags now dangling off her arm. Running her fingers over the soft material lying on top, it reminded her of the comfy hoodies she regularly ‘borrowed’ from a certain someone. “I can’t wait to try them on.”

“Don’t mention it. Normally I’d just leave it at that but considering what you just told me, you should totally wear them the next time you go out with Jamil! In fact, why don’t you just ask him out the next time you see him?” And just like that, all worry was erased from Carmilla’s face and her sunshiney smile was back on as she curled a pink strand around her manicured finger. “Personally I don’t get what you see in the guy at all, but I do commend the charity work. Plus, as you said, he could reaaallllyy use a break~”

“Hm, I don’t know about asking him out all of a sudden,” Mayu contemplated, her dark eyes trailing over the bricks in the walls as she considered it. “But I would like to do something nice for him.”

“I totally support it! Oh, actually, that reminds me! There’s an upcoming festival in Foothill town, celebrating the new year. It’s always super cute and scenic.” As Carmilla spoke, the air around them filled with magic before displaying luminous scenes of people mingling in the streets of the quaint town, various foods and items in hand as the night sky was illuminated by fireworks. “You should really go and experience it for yourself. Can’t let an opportunity like this pass you by, right?”

“Right,” the prefect echoed as she watched the last wisps of the illusion fizzle out into nothingness. With newfound determination, she fixed her big eyes on the fae again. “Thank you so much, Carmilla. For everything.”

“Oh please, I hardly did anything. And about the clothes and the festival,” she leaned towards Mayu with a conspiratorial twinkle in her eyes, “let’s keep it a secret between the two of us, no need to credit me. Consider it my good deed of the day.”

As Mayu nodded, albeit a little confused by the request, Carmilla’s ears twitched at the sound of a familiar set of agitated footsteps. Feigning surprise as she looked down at the time of her phone, she gave the younger girl an apologetic smile.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave. It was fun catching up, we should really do it more often. For now, though, you’ll have to excuse me.” Slinking past Mayu with a wink, the soft fur of Carmilla’s tail brushed against her uniform as the pink fox disappeared the same way she had spontaneously showed up earlier. “Toodles~”

Hand half-raised to wave at the now empty hallway, Mayu took a second to process what had just happened, from beginning to end. The bags in her hand corroborated that she hadn’t just imagined it and when she looked up any events that would soon happen in Foothill Town, the festival was there too. With a shake of her head, Mayu wrote it off as just another one of NRC’s daily occurrences. Just then, someone else rounded the corner. 

“Prefect, what are you doing here?”

“Oh Jamil, hi. I was on my way to the library to look for books on ancient curses.”

“Ancient curses? I still have some notes I could lend you from my first year…”

Carmilla only caught the beginning of their conversation as it trailed off in the distance. Mayu was right when she said Jamil could do with a break. It had gotten to a point where seeing him in the morning started putting her on edge too and it made her fur stand on end. Especially when it affected the other students in the dorm as well. Palpable tension and all that. Needless to say, something had to be done about it if Carmilla wanted to go back to some relaxing peace and quiet.

No harm done by pulling a few strings if placating their vice housewarden also benefited the prefect, right?~

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[beesgav]

Thinking about that au again

[amorcie]

This came to me in a vision.

Loosely based on this:

This comment is my favorite thing about this video because it captures perfectly how I feel towards *that* moment in the musical.

Remember kids! We live in a society!

[mayullla]

Thinking about my arranged marriage!Neuvillette. Where reader has an interest in alcohol. Not to the point of being a drunkard but she likes to have it on occasions. The first time she drank it was with Neuvi and he saw her eyes sparkle at the taste, which was very foreign in his eyes. Once upon a time, she would sometimes invite him for a drink, but at some point she just never did. She has many habits that could be a showing of "affection", but inviting him for a drink of wine when she just could not sleep never really stuck.

And when Neuvillette realized that he could not help but become solemn at the thought. There were multiple occasions where he saw you with a glass late at night looking out the window, deep in thought enough not to notice him. Before he left thinking that you would like time for yourself, now he could not help but realize that even when time past nothing really changed after years.

[ct-multifandom]

Paranormasight spoiler warning below!

I went to go look at fan art and there are only like 20 pieces? Guess I have to help myself. I want to draw Tetsuo, Yakko, and Mio, but I couldn’t come up with anything silly so I think I’ll draw more serious art of them later.

[baileypie-writes]

~My Thoughts on Wonderful Pretty Cure! - Episodes 46-50~

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Episode 46 - Meeeerry Christmas!:

This was a pretty typical Christmas episode. I don’t have much to say about it.

We did get some foreshadowing for Zakuro possibly being reformed or purified. I’m really curious if she’s gonna be present for the final battle or not.

I was super happy when we got that adorable moment between Satoru and Iroha. They love each other so much. It would be awesome if Iroha continues to wear that necklace for the rest of the season.

Besides all that, this episode was pretty stale.

My rating for this episode:

6/10 - D-

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Episode 47 - A Gaou New Year:

And so it begins. The final battle.

To be honest, the only thing I’m expecting is to see a giant wolf. Final battles in Pretty Cure always seem to have some giant monster to defeat. But other than that, I have no idea what’s gonna happen.

I’m glad that Zakuro is starting to come to her senses. Hopefully she can get Gaou to listen to her.

That’s all I have to say for this episode!

My rating for this episode:

7/10 - C-

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Episode 48 - Gaou’s Friends:

Niko down! Things are just getting worse here. Gaou took her power, and I don’t know what he’s gonna do with it.

But more importantly, that plot twist?! Hello?!

I can always predict the plot twists in Pretty Cure, but I didn’t see this one coming at all! So the whole time, it was just Subaru!

Now everything’s turning into a forest. I hope the Pretty Cure are gonna be okay!

My rating for this episode:

8/10 - B-

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Episode 49 - Your Voice:

This one was so sad.

Komugi got hurt, and even though I knew she was gonna be okay, I was scared for her. Iroha didn’t help either. She just made me more sad.

Also, Subaru having a whole mental breakdown was hard to watch. I was just waiting for him to be purified, so it would stop.

Next, the abrupt and disappointing transformations of Satoru and Daifuku. It happened so fast, and it didn’t last long either. Like at least give us an actual transformation sequence. But hey, I had convinced myself it wasn’t gonna happen at all. So I guess I should be more grateful.

Now, Subaru’s purified. So all we have to do is wait for the finale. I’m really hoping it’s gonna be a good one!

My rating for this episode:

9/10 - A-

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Episode 50 - Wonderful Forever!:

Well, it’s over. I still can’t believe it’s been a year already.

As usual for Pretty Cure, the last episode was both heart wrenching and heartwarming. I fully expected that the pets would lose their ability to speak and transform into humans once everything was over. But it was still sad to watch.

Iroha’s pain was so realistic. She felt as though she had lost Komugi, even though she was still there. It just wasn’t the same when she couldn’t talk.

I’m glad the mirror stone granted the animals the ability to speak again. I’m also satisfied that they couldn’t turn human. I feel it’s a good choice, because things still aren’t 100% the same as they used to be.

As for the baton pass, I really liked it! Cure Idol’s little cameo was so cute! Also, I’m assuming that little ribbon Cure Wonderful gave her has something to do with the show. I can’t wait to find out!

Anyways, here’s to the end of yet another season, and the start of a new one!

My rating for this episode:

9/10 - A-

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Final score for these episodes:

78% - C+

My final thoughts for this season are coming soon!

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~~baileypie-writes

[harzilla]

mfw writing this AU.

I'll just be over here throwing canon into the blender.

[mimiso-soup]

Rotating my current favourite Vocal Synth AU called 'Accidentally a Magical Girl?!' (or shortened to AMG) in my head lately, and I'm so happy that my friends enjoy it as much as I do!

It focuses on Yumemi Nemu, Xin Hua, Mayu, & Tohoku Zunko being summoned as magical girls by the ultimate magi-girl goddess, Rana, and having to fight against a bunch of other Vocal Synths magi-fighters who have been corrupted under Fukase, a magi-boy, who uses everyone he corrupts under his magic. (Or is it really Fukase causing all of this to happen?)

It's chaotic, it's queer, there's found families and some romance as well! I can't wait to work on this series more with my friends as a writing project!

[anbaisai]

sharing the full image of my pfp because it has an energy i cannot put into words. she is so shaped.

(it's actually a redraw of this random monster hunter meme i found which i'll put under the cut ⬇)

[despair-to-future-arcs]

The Orphan's Final Resting Place

Location: Elizabeth Saunders Home, Ōiso, Kanagawa Prefecture

Time: 7:21 PM

*The car then stop*

So this is the place, yeah?

Yeah it is and damn, I can still smell it here...

Smell...what?

It's... not something you want to see, but you better cover your noses; as there's a lot of bodies...

*As Akane lead them, the 2 came across bodies of bodies of children, ranging from the ages of 5 to 12 years old, all rotting corspes*

*covers his noses* What the shit?! Holy hell, the bodies smell bad here!

*covers her noses as well* Well... I guess we were warned, we should bury the bodies after we take care of the robot...

Yeah, just step inside, he'll be ready...

*As the group walk in, another taxi stop a bit far off*

DRIVER: That's as far as I go, sorry...

No no, it's fine - thank you very much for driving us here, I'll be sure to pay for your services...

*As then the car drove off*

Alright, I think I see the Future Foundation Car here, I believe they should be here, correct?

Yeah, c'mon - let's see... *As the 2 wander in, suddenly...*

Wh-Whoa, holy shit! Damn that smells...! *covers his nose*

*covers her nose too* Dear god, that smell... rotting bodies...

This...this is giving me a headache, how does anyone deal with this - let's get this-.

GUYS, LOOK OUT IT'S COMIN'!

*As then jumping from the air was a robot that jumped to the ground which then formed...*

[X]

*A giant robot with a glowing red eye appearing, it's sites were set on the intruders which then swung a fist at Juzo*

WHOA!! *Juzo quickly jumps back*

Looks like we got ourselves, guys shoot for the eye! *readies for his position*

EVERYONE: UNDERSTOOD!

*As then everyone kept shooting at the the robot with their hacking guns as Juzo kept rushing over and punching the eye*

That's a robot...isn't it? They look like Towa Corp...

Ye-Yeah and it looks really tough too, how are we gonna get pass this?

*WOOOOOOSH!!!*

*As then the robot shot a rocket from it's hand*

SHIT, COVER GUYS!!!!

*Everyone did so except for Emma and Hajime*

HOLY SHIT, EMMA LOOK OUT!!!

*Hajime pushed Emma on the ground which the rocket blew up a building from behind*

Ugh...th-that was...!

Ha-Hajime, are you alright?! We need to get out of here!

Ye-Yeah yeah, right behind you, let's go!

*the 2 rush off away and get into another taxi as the fight continues*

...

...

...

*BOOOOOM!!!*

*The robot was destory!*

Ah...ah...ahhh, d-did we win guys...?

Yea-Yeah...we did, damn that was tough as hell, everyone else okay?

FUTURE FOUNDATION MEMBER: We're find sir, but what about the bodies?

We are gonna remove them and bury them, also wear gas mask so you don't have to breath them in.

EVERYONE: Right!

*As then everyone got to work on cleaning up, except for Akane...*

[carrefxur]

Day 6: Halcyon [FFXIV Writing Challenge 2024]

The frigid mountaintop winds pierce the young Doman's coat, sending a shiver down her spine. Mayu's grip on her father's hand tightens as they walk along the ice, which he squeezes in return to reassure her. The two come to a stop after a few more minutes of trekking across snow and ice, arriving at their first ice hole.

"Dad, what if we don't find any here?"

"We'll find some, Yuyu." His gruff voice carries over the winds, almost becoming one with them for a brief moment. "Here."

A gloved hand offers out a rod towards Mayu. At the same time, the winds quiet down, falling snow now gently gracing the ground like falling feathers. Mayu hesitates, which causes her father to repeat the motion with a grunt.

"I'm not sure I can do it…" She mumbles through her jacket, taking the rod in both hands. "Last time I didn't get any."

"That doesn't matter," her father responds in a curt but gentle tone. "sometimes we don't succeed in our early ventures. But if we give up before we try, that is when we truly fail." He sets out a chair for Mayu. "Now, fish."

Mayu complies, sitting down. She attaches the bait to the jiggling rod, casting her line down the hole. The Doman youth buries her face in the jacket, ready to reel in a potential catch. Her father watches the horizon, content to sit in silence…

Suddenly, a bite!

Mayu cries out excitedly while her father jumps to his feet, barking orders to help her reel the fish back up the ice hole, her rapidly beating heart making it difficult to hear. After what feels like an eternal struggle, Mayu feels her father places his hands on her arms, and together, they do one final pull!

The fish erupts from the water, splashing both of them. Her hands, shaking with adrenaline, helps her father unhook the fish from the line. The two hug, her father's affection warming Mayu up through her jacket.

"You did good, Yuyu." His voice was soft, beaming. "Never give up, not until you've seen it through to the end."

[soratsuart]

How did Missa manage to get lost despite Philza leaving a tp for him fascinates me

[mayullla]

I probably should have said something rather than disappear for 2 to 3 months only to show up in panic mode... I am taking a long break or hiatus not cause I am busy or anything I am just tired to be honest. Kept telling myself that short breaks from tumblr would work but it never really did unfortunately. Not gonna go into the specifics short reason is that I burned myself out enough that even opening tumblr is stressful. I am always thinking about when I could post this next fic even tho I told myself that i would relax a little TvT

It is nothing personal really, just tired and yeah. I might come back but I know saying that would only put the pressure back up again. So I am just gonna say that I am still on break, when I come back to posting writing here I don't know. I am still here if someone sends an ask I will reply and I am still writing. When it comes to posting stuff dunno maybe after 4 months or maybe next year again I am still alive and I will talk about some stuff that I am currently writing.

But if I am gonna come back, I am gonna start with a clean slate so I am going to delete all the ask. Another one of my pressure is the fact that I have ask that I always wanted to reply but just lost interest after so long. I had so many plans and so many things that I wanted to finish heck the event that I did over a year ago I have yet to finish. I placed so much stuff on my shoulders and bit off more than I could chew. I do apologize really that I wasn't able to finish everything that I promised. Sorry but at the same time thank you so much for all your support really.

Again still in tumblr just not active outside checking notifications. But we shall see what happens later I guess!

[thatonesakudere]

you are not unlovable. there is always something to love. // mac for mayu.. sniffms

@badtrigger

Without the alcohol coursing through her veins, perhaps Mayu would have cared more that he has caught her at a truly low point; half-slumped on the rug, a bottle of wine nursed n her arms, mood spoiled like a month-old basket of berries. Mac's body barely fits in the space between the coffee table and the couch, but he tucks himself by her side all the same, steady and warm. A dry rock amongst the storm. A bleeding, still-beating heart. An idiot who doesn't listen when she tells him to go away; and does listen when she drivels on, fizz in her brain, wine on her lips. Everything spins. Her vision, her thoughts, her words — a downward spiral that has her leaning against his arm, eyes closed tight, fingers clutching the material of his shirt.

"You are not unlovable. There is always something to love."

Who started this topic? Him? Her? Why? She cannot recall, stuck in the now with no concept of past and future — heavy limbs, heavier head. "Easy for yu t'say — az easy az it'is to be lovd when y--- Yu're you," lose her tongue may be, Mayu trips over it again and again, stumbling gracelessly into an argument that bears her vulnerability for the world to see and further proves her point — instead of doling out a simple 'thank you', basking in the comfort so freely given, she bites and snarls, a caged beast. "'nd I'm not yu."

What is there to love about her? The scowl, near-permanent on her face? The way she kisses at his skin with poison dripping from her lips ? The heart, like a tart shriveled apple, fed to him piece by piece yet never filling? "I know, i 'now, yu're goin'to tell me that m'lil broth'r lovs me. 'Course he does, I'm like mom to him, no, i AM a mom to him." 

"Or that yu lov me, 'n well--" she tilts her head up and looks into his eyes — once the calming blue of the sea, now the burning gold of a sun — the very same eyes that near beg to be hurt by bitches like her. Not unlike a crawfish that had found its way onto her plate, Mac is all tough exterior and vulnerable innards; a soft heart, so easy to crush and rip and devour. And her? A whetted knife slicing into his tender flesh. "Maybe yu should't."

Even the sour tang of dry wine cannot wash out the bitter aftertaste of truth. 

"Yu should't," she repeats, murmuring the words into the skin on his arm — a quiet confession to whichever one of his tattoos is the closest. "But yu do... 'nd I lov yu too."