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[defnotriri]

“ JUST A FLING ! “

Megumi Fushiguro x reader // Yuji Itadori x reader

angst with a lil itadori fluff at the end! :P

You don’t know how it happened. But it did.

Sitting in an empty classroom, focusing on your work. Occasionally tapping the pencil against your lips as you concentrated. It was silent other than the groans you let out once in a while if a problem you came across was complicated.

That was until he walked in. His stupid black hair, that spikes up. The way his shirt was creased and how he had his usual frown on his face.

but somehow, some way,

The two of you shared a kiss in the same classroom. He warned you, he wasn’t looking for anything. Just a fling. Your pencil and books left opened on the desk as he dragged you into his dorm. Breathing heavily as you quickly removed your tight black long sleeved uniform, as well as your black flared pants. Megumi was quick to move you onto the bed, his hands gently moving up and down your sides. Let’s just say- Yuji didn’t get that much sleep.

———

As you slowly opened your eyes, waking up from your sleep. You’re met with Megumi’s back facing you. A frown paining your face. You sat up in your matching underwear and got your phone off his night stand. Checking the time it.

3:46 am

You sighed putting the phone back down and collecting your clothing. Putting the shirt back on and then your pants. Megumi stirred at the cold empty spot next to him. Opening his eyes, seeing you dressed up.

“where’re you going? . . stay it’s late.. “

He squinted at the bright phone screen. Pulling you by the arm. Into the bed. Wrapping his arms around your small frame as his hand went behind your head pushing it towards his chest. Inhaling your scent with a content smile. This cycle continued for months.

——

You smiled as you carried a single shopping bag. You were out with Nobara and Yuji today. Yuji was being a gentleman and offered to carry both of your bags. Nobara happily agreed but you were a bit more reluctant, feeling bad for the boy. But he insisted and eventually you gave into him. You gave him everything but one bag, you bought it as a gift for Megumi. Who didn’t come since he already had plans.

It wasn’t that hot, but still warm. Due to the weather you three decided to go ahead and buy some ice cream from a nearby shop. As you guys walked there Nobara came to a halt confusing you and the laughing Yuji.

“Uh. . . You okay Kugisaki?” The pink haired boy said confused.

“Itadori, L/N, you idiots look! it’s fushiguro with a woman!”

Hearing the boys name with another woman you quickly turned your head, seeing it was true. Your heart breaking into pieces. You knew you were only a fling but it still hurt. Noticing your hurt expression, Yuji took your hand and Nobara’s in his and dragged you two away.

“Hey! I know a great sweet place Gojo-Sensei showed me a couple weeks ago. It’s way better than their ice cream!”

The pink haired boy said with a smile, worried look on his face when he saw you still looking back at Megumi. He knew for a fact you weren’t taking this well.

That night you laid in your bed, in the dark. Staring at your ceiling as you thought to yourself. Moving positions onto your side. Seeing the bag with Megumis gift as well as the things you bought today in the corner of your room. The tears threatened to spill but you didn’t let them, you aren’t weak like that. You thought to yourself. You’re not going to let a stupid fling make you cry.

A ding came from your phone as it lit up, making the room bright. You left it on delivered not caring who it was and deciding to ignore it. Then multiple more dings came. You sighed sitting up and looking at your phone.

9:28 pm

megs 👾👎:

how was ur day? (:

what did u buy with those two idiots ?

hellooo ?

i know ur awake u don’t sleep til late.

im walking over okay? i have to know you’re safe.

The messages the boy sent made you bawl as you read them. Stupid. What a stupid idiot. Megumi Fushiguro was the biggest idiot you’ve ever met. You wrapped yourself into the warm sheets and decided to just let him knock if he did come. You wouldn’t open it though.

He did knock after a good few minutes. Knock, Silence, Knock.

You stared at the wall as tears fell. But then you heard the doorknob twisting. But you locked the door. . . That’s when it hit you. Remembering that you gave your spare dorm key to Megumi one day. You cursed yourself. Turning around so you faced the wall and your back faced him.

“L/N?” Megumi whispered. Sitting down at the edge of your bed. No response, besides your sniffles that you so desperately tried to conceal. With a sigh megumi took off his shoes, laying into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head. He tried to comfort you but since he really didn’t know what you were crying about, it was kind of useless.

“megumi. . .” You sat up finally facing him.

“I-… I cant just be a fling anymore i’m sorry. I want to be with you, Megumi! I don’t want you to call me L/N. I want to be called (Name)! I dont.. i don’t want to call you fushiguro anymore..” You said as you looked down, making the tears you held in fall. Megumi staring at your face.

“. . .(name)” He put a hand on your cheek. Making you look up at him as you continued to cry. It broke his heart- it really did. “I can’t. I dont-“ he sighed.

“I don’t feel the same way L/N, I like somebody else. I’m sorry. I know i said i wasnt looking for anything- but i..” He tried explaining while rubbing your cheek before you cut him off.

“please. . please leave.” You gave a soft smile with tears in your eyes. Not allowed to fall. He nodded and got his shoes back on. Looking back at you balled up in your bed. Before closing the door, the only light in the room leaving.

———

Even if the two of you guys weren’t dating it hurt like hell. It was as if you two had been dating for several years then broke. Itadori was by your side the whole time. How could he not? When you shows up to his dorm with tears staining your face. You desperately trying to wipe them all away before he wrapped you in a hug.

Eventually you got over it.

You even reached first name basis with Itadori and Kugisaki. Definitely not Fushiguro though. Since you guys were in the same grade, you couldn’t really avoid him. But you tried to minimize your contact with him. If he hung out with yuji, you hung out with nobara. If he hung out with nobara, you hung out with yuji. If you four were assigned to a mission or just hung out with everyone. You would try your hardest to pretend he’s not there. But obviously, you’d help him out on a mission if he desperately needed it or if you two were assigned.

You were out grocery shopping with Yuji one day. He let you intertwine your hand with his. Hugging the arm with your freehand. Looking up at him with a big smile as he tells what happened in a movie he recently watched. Obviously Yuji was carrying the bags like he usually did. Again, you had tried to decline politely but he insisted.

“You’re so cute Yuji.” You whispered as you got on your tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on his jawline. He smiled down at you. Bringing your intertwined hands up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss back.

“I promise, I’ll treat you better than fushiguro.” Yuji smiled softly at you.

[withwritersblock]

Half as Good as You

~Half as Good as You by Tom Odell feat. Alice Merton~

Author's Note: Cole is so pretty. as always italics are flashbacks Summary: Cole and Y/N rekindle their relationship Warnings: none? Word Count: 2,094 Cole Caufield x fm!reader

It had been four months since they went their separate ways. He swore she was the one. She was everything that he’s ever wanted. She was funny, kind, beautiful, and the life of the party. 

They remained friends, maybe that was the first problem. It was nearly impossible to try to get over the relationship when their friendship was so perfect. He moved out of the apartment but they still saw each other a few times during the week. 

Maybe she was the one, maybe she is his soulmate. But he couldn’t give her anything she wanted. At least right now. He wanted to treat her right and he wasn’t in the right place mentally to do that. She respected it, reluctantly wanting to help him but she wanted to respect his decision. 

It was late, he was supposed to be up for morning skate by six and it was one in the morning. He was staring at their old photos together. He kept a collection on his phone with a simple green heart attached to it. Green was her favorite color. He hasn’t touched his green suit since they broke up. He fears it’s bad luck now. 

He scrolled to the top of the photo collection. A photo he secretly took the first time they ever went out together.

He took her to an aquarium for their first date. He didn’t know why that idea came into his head but he was so glad he thought of it. He wasn’t even paying attention to the fish or the sharks. He was so infatuated with the way she was watching everything with utmost attention.

They were standing over the starfish area. It was open, allowing people to put their hands into the water. He watched as she curled her hands over the glass, leaning forward trying to get a better look of each starfish inside. Her eyes widened as she bit her bottom lip excitedly. 

Cole’s lips curled upward softly as he scanned her frame. He slowly pulled his phone from his pocket, sliding to open the camera. He glanced towards her, making sure she didn't catch him. 

She brushes a few pieces of hair away from her face, her overjoyed features becoming more in view. He quickly snapped a photo before he put his phone back into his pocket. He took a cautious step towards her, hesitantly resting his hand on the center of her back. Leaning closer to her, she tilted her head up, meeting his gaze.

She smiled widely as her eyes squinted slightly as she looked into his light blues eyes.  He scanned her features as he felt his heart tighten as he continued to meet her gaze. His eyes slowly scanned down towards her lips. He lifted his gaze to meet her eye once more.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly but bluntly. His eyes widened as he shook his head slightly, “That was really forward I’m-”

She lifted her hand and rested it onto his chest and nodded. He smiled nervously before he leaned towards her urgently. Kissing her passionately as if it was the last thing he’s ever going to do. 

He clenched his jaw at the memory, wishing he could kiss her lips one more time. But he knows that he can’t ask her. He continued to scroll through the images, remembering each moment and each photo vividly. 

Each date photo, photos of them cuddling on the couch, photos of any time she looked gorgeous and she didn’t believe it. A folder of photos to remind her that she’s stunning and that’s how he sees her.

His new apartment felt cold. It was too modern for what they wanted when they apartment hunted together. It was white and practically empty. He had furniture to fill up the empty space but no decorations. 

He preferred to simply exist in that space without her instead of living. Any time they would hang out, it was usually in public to avoid any mistakes from happening. But he knows from the time they’ve FaceTimed the apartment still looks the same as it did when they decorated it together. 

He’s not a quiet guy. Any person that’s known him for longer than five minutes could make that assessment. But he has never spent so much time in silence before. 

Every meal of the day would be spent in silence as he would just stare towards his phone, watching some video to occupy his time. He started FaceTiming her whenever he would eat, trying to remember the times before.

~~~~

It was late as she was scrolling throug her Snapchat memories. She was rewatching the videos she took of Cole the entire time they were together. The videos were mainly him goofing off and trying to make her laugh. The background of the videos were always filled with her laughter. 

The other videos were simple ones that would get him chirped in the locker room. He was a cuddler. He loved cuddling more than anything in the world. Half her memories were filled with his entire body completely submerging her own.

She hovered over a particular video she’s avoided. It was the last week before he broke up with her.

His body was laying on top of hers. His head rested on her chest as he ran his hands up and down her side. He was rambling on about how his shoulder was acting up and how he needed the All-Star break to rest up. How grateful he was to have her in his life. 

Before she started the video he was silent for a while, thinking. She now knows what he was thinking about. Her heart breaks a little every time she thinks back to that moment. From that moment on he never acted the same. Became distant and found it impossible to communicate. Something they thrived in.

She ran her hand across her lips.

“I’m not sure, I’m ready for a relationship,” she muttered as they walked slowly down the hallway towards her apartment, the apartment she once shared with Cole. The man nodded as he continued walking at her pace. 

“I mean, this was really lovely and I’m so glad I decided to go with you,” she paused as she showed him her apartment door and stopped short. He towered over her, something she wasn’t used to. He was several inches taller than her. He furrowed his eyebrows harshly as he scanned her features. “I just think it’s too early to start dating again,” she let out while tilting her head to the side.

He nodded as he took a small step towards her. She glanced down towards his shoes, taking note of the purple color. A frown formed on her lips before she met his gaze. 

Suddenly he took a hold of her face and began kissing her. She froze for a few seconds before she started kissing him back. In more of a polite gesture than anything. She pulled away, smiled towards him before she spun around and unlocked her apartment door.

Turning around she met his gaze, “Thank you for tonight,” she mumbled before she snuck inside without giving him an option of stepping inside. She shut the door behind her and turned the lock quickly. 

Leaning her body against the door, she shut her eyes harshly. Her cheeks heated up as she felt her stomach drop. It felt like she cheated. The whole night felt wrong, everything should’ve been with Cole. It should’ve been with him. She hasn’t felt another man’s lips on hers in years, it felt wrong.

She pressed her lips together, trying to remember what it was like to kiss Cole instead of the other man, who’s now blocked on several different platforms. She checked the time on her watch, taking note that Cole would probably be asleep but she wanted to hear his voice. 

She pulled up his contact, staring at his contact photo for a few seconds. It was a selfie he took on her phone of him sticking his tongue out to the side while fighting off a smirk. She chuckled to herself at the memory she brought the phone to her ear, hearing it ring.

She only waited three rings before he answered. “Hey,” he muttered quietly, as if he hadn't spoken in several hours. She smiled as she shut her eyes, his voice felt like a warm blanket covering her frame.

“I kissed someone,” she let out, furrowing her eyebrows. Cole went quiet as he contemplated on how to reply. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you,” she let out again as she stared towards the ceiling. She watched as the ceiling fan slowly spun. “That’s a lie, I do know,” she said, her voice breaking as she spoke. 

She got teary eyed as she blinked rapidly.

“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t owe me an explanation. It’s not like we’re together anymore,” he let out, nonchalantly but the heartache he felt said otherwise.

“It’s not okay, it’s not,” she mumbled, “It was a kiss that I didn’t even want but it felt like I was cheating on you,” she muttered as she ran her hand across her chin. 

“But you’re not,” he said, quietly. It pained him to say it but it was true. 

It was quiet for a few seconds as they listened to each other breathe. She wiped a tear that slipped out of her eye. 

“I don’t want to be with anyone else, Cole,” she let out, trying not to sound like she was crying but he could tell. He could always tell when she was in pain. “I don’t think I can find someone half as good as you,” she mumbled. 

He tilted his head back, clenching his jaw harshly because he believed the same thing. There was not a single person that could match who he wanted in a relationship. “You will find someone better,” he muttered as he felt his eyes tear up. He cleared his throat, “You’ll find someone who will be able to give you all the time in the world. You-you know I can’t do that, Baby,” 

“Is this really what you want? Us just being friends?” she asked.

Of course it wasn’t what he wanted. “I want you, of course, but-”

“There’s no but,” she interrupted. “Stop telling me what’s good for me,” she mumbled, “Do you think I would’ve been with you all this time, if I didn’t think I could handle it? Or if you could handle it?” she questioned. 

“I feel like I’m hurting you,” he mumbled, “With me being gone all the time,” he let out, he was shuffling on his end of the phone. She wasn’t sure what was happening. 

“You’re not at all, Cole. You’re living your dream, that's all I could ever want.” she mumbled. He hung up the phone after she said that. She pulled the phone away from her ear, frustratingly staring at the phone. She dropped her phone beside her as she wiped her hands across her cheeks. The tears no longer drenching her skin. 

After another fifteen minutes, she started drifting off to sleep to try and forget the conversation she just had. She laid with her eyes shut, wishing to sleep when she heard loud bangs against her front door. 

She sat up quickly before she climbed out of the bed. She jogged out of her bedroom towards the front door. She skipped over the different plants and shoes scattered throughout the living room before she managed to reach the front door.

She peeked her eye through the peep hole to see Cole standing outside of her door. She quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open. He lifted his gaze from the floor and met her gaze. 

He scanned her features urgently, his gaze landing on her lips multiple times. He took a step towards her and took a hold of her head as he kissed her urgently. She stood frozen for only a second before she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

She stumbled backwards guiding him into the apartment. “What does this mean?” she asked as she pulled away, breathless. Her lips still hovering against his. 

“I don’t know,” he let out, as he kissed her again as he took a hold of her thighs and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Just don’t go kissing other guys anymore,” he mumbled. A dry chuckle left her throat as he guided her towards the bedroom down the hall.

[miharaikko]

My 2024 writing round up

Thank you for the tags to @firenati0n @0npurpose @sophie1973 @clockwrkpendrxgon @kj-bee

I started writing fic this year in May and managed to put out 21 pieces, 19 oneshots and 2 multi-chapters. I would have never imagined myself as a fic writer, considering I barely knew the concept a year ago, but here we are—brain rot so active and ideas overflowing 🤷‍♀️

I’m so thankful to all the people willing to give my little stories a chance. Thank you for all the kudos, comments and overall yelling on twitter and discord. 

And thank you to my Red Umbrella gang. Since meeting y'all in June my life has significantly improved 💕 Can’t wait to see what 2025 brings us! ✨

My AO3: miharaikko My fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue Number of fics posted: 21 Number of Words posted: 91,717

Breakdown under the cut.

MAY

Pearly Gates (M, 5K)  Alex sees Henry across the dance floor and is mesmerized by his ivory skin and the pearl top he is wearing.

JUNE

Love will abide (take things in stride) (E, 15K)  Henry should be getting married tomorrow. Instead, he's at a pub, considering if he should go back to the hotel of a man he just met.

JULY

waging my wars behind my face and above my throat (M, 3K) Henry is having a bad day and Alex helps him through it (part I)

AUGUST

I was already on my way (GA, 1.1K) Henry is having a bad day and Alex helps him through it (part II)

SEPTEMBER

touch my phone (as if it’s your face) (GA, 5.3K) Alex texts the wrong number. It turns out to be the right one in the end.

just you and I (GA, 1K) Slices of life, inspired by Tom Odell's Grow Old with Me

OCTOBER

In the heart of Wales (Yng nghalon Cymru) (GA, 2.8K) Alex and Henry get lost in the heart of Wales

only thing on my grocery list (is your lips) (GA, 2.2K) Henry keeps visiting his local market and trying out new recipes, all for the sake of a cute vendor

more than a game to play (the truth is on my tongue) (E, 2.5K) Being friends with benefits shouldn't matter. But when Henry gets jealous, it starts to matter.

I was cold as a stone (but I found what I'm lookin' for) (GA, 2.6K) Henry retreats to a cabin in the woods for some peace and quiet, but he also finds something else there.

all eyes on you, my magician (all eyes on us) (GA, 3.8K) - collab with tothemoon_andsaturn Henry is a magician, but he is falling under the spell of Alex.

three words, infinite possibilities (GA, 1.8K) Alex figures out that his feelings for Henry are more than he thought.

a beagle's guide to finding love (GA, 5.7K) When David feels like henry could use a new friend, he takes the matter into his own paws.

pink silk ribbon kinky thingy (E, 7.2K) Alex finds a spool of silk ribbon which makes him feels things. Henry helps him process those feelings.

NOVEMBER

saturday night love (GA, 1.3K) A-list actor Henry decides to come out during an SNL sketch. Alex is the SNL regular who gets to kiss him during it.

DECEMBER

Spotify Wrapped - a Series of Unserious Drabbles (M, 2.7K) writings based on my 2024 Spotify Wrapped

a beautiful sight, we're happy tonight (M, 2.8K) - collab with tothemoon_andsaturn Henry takes Alex to visit Wales. The lack of snow doesn't stop Alex from transforming the day into a winter Wonderland.

but if you’re leaving, I gotta know why (M, 4K) Alex overhears a conversation between Henry and Bea and realizes there's a lot more things that he feels for his roommate.

...for so long (M, 6.2K)â Henry is tasked with baking gingerbread and he gets a helping hand from a friend

both your hands (in the holes of my sweater) (M, 6.4K) Henry and Alex lend each other certain clothes items over the years

s'mores (let me taste you some more) (E, 8.8K) Stuck in a cabin due to a storm, Alex and Henry only have marshmallows, crackers and chocolate as supplies. They make the best of it, while also tending to some old wounds.

WIPs & UPCOMING FICS

I've been yapping about these 3 since the moment they each came to mind, but with the collections I took part in, and other smaller ideas that never let my mind, I haven't been able to finish them. But my goal for 2025 is to bring these 3 babies to the world:

Red Wine and Royal Bleu Cheese - vaguely established plot, where Alex visits a winery where he meets Henry

Clay your love on me - Alex is a TikTok potter and Henry is a fan of his live videos

no title yet, but this will be my multi-chaptered Magnum Opus once I manage to write it, based on the following prompt: Friends with benefits (they share a house to split the rent) with detriments (they used to date but broke up for self-sabotaging reasons) with perks (sometimes they spend the night together. it’s fine) with troubles (one of them is moving away. it feels worse than the breakup)

And I also have an upcoming fic for the Wrap It Up exchange.

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

10 Lokius-coded songs

[writeonthrough]

Namy Nuggets (4/13)

A fanfic collection of Amy and Nathan scenes from CBC’s Heartland. (Catch up on the series here)

Nugget #4: Cattle Drive Break

"Here," Caleb's voice makes Nathan turn around to see Caleb offering him a water bottle. "Hopefully it's still a little cold."

Nathan uncrosses his arms and stands from leaning against a tree to take the drink. "Thanks, man."

Caleb nods and looks out at the open field before him, bordered by trees on all sides. He's been here, doing these exact cattle drives for more than 15 years, yet every time it looks a little different.

"So," Nathan breaks the silence. "Has Tim always been a hard ass?"

"Ha," Caleb scoffs. "This is the new," he raises his eyebrows and his drink, "Relaxed version of Tim."

"You're kidding."

"I wish. He was much worse before he got married to Jessica."

Nathan takes a swig of water. "How long have they been married?"

"Uh," Caleb thinks back to their wedding at the dude ranch. "Three years."

The two men stand in silence, looking out to the field. Serval minutes pass before Caleb notices movement several meters away from them. The white horse prances from the trees and he squints to see it more clearly.

"Ah!" He exclaims, "No way!"

Nathan looks around, trying to catch what Caleb sees.  When he doesn't, he looks to Caleb who already is calling out behind him.

"Miracle Girl!" He calls out to her. "Get over here!"

As Amy makes her way to them, Nathan questions, "Caleb, what is going on?"

Caleb ignores him and focuses on Amy coming closer.

As she approaches, her apprehension is clear. She sighs, "What trouble are you getting into, Odell?"

He smiles, "Your gentleman caller is here."

Amy narrows her brow. "My what?"

Caleb nods towards the trees. "Ghost is here."

Nathan watches Amy's face fall, but at the same time--her eyes brighten. "What?" She steps forward for a close look. She whispers, "Caleb..."

"Go talk to him," he puts forward pressure on her shoulder.  "You know he's here for you." Caleb can't contain his excitement, which only confuses Nathan more.

Nathan tries to catch her attention, but fails as she stares at the wild horse. "You know that wild horse, Amy?" He asks, surprised.

"Yeah," she says simply.

"Go," Caleb nudges her again. "Go."

"Caleb," she looks back at him. "What if he's hurt?"

"He's not. I know it."

"No, you don't." Amy asserts. "Caleb. I won't be able to handle it if he is. Every time he shows up--"

"Everything will be fine, Amy." Caleb promises. "You know you need to go see him."

"Okay." A smile finally appears on her face. Caleb beams, standing taller with pride and anticipation as Amy walks down the slight hill to meet the horse.

"What is she doing?" Nathan asks with more curiosity than concern. "You know that could be really dangerous."

"That horse would never hurt her," he tells Nathan. "They have some sort of spiritual connection."

"A spiritual connection?" Nathan pivots towards him. "With a wild horse?"

"Oh, yeah," Caleb confirms. "That horse has come to Amy in some of the happiest and saddest moments in her life. It's spectacular to watch." He looks at him and then nods towards Ghost. "You're in for a treat."

They both watch as Amy approaches Ghost. The appaloosa horse turns to her as she nears, allowing her to touch him briefly.  When she walks a little ahead of him, he follows her willingly.

"You've seen her do this before?" Nathan asks, incredulously.

"Many, many times." Caleb delights. "She isn't called the Miracle Girl for nothing, you know."

Nathan nods. "You've called her that a couple times now."

"A lot of people call her that, mostly clients and a couple newspaper headlines," Nathan raises an eyebrow. "And she hates it, as to be expected, modest woman as she is...But she tolerates from a few people--me and Ty and her family--just because we are half-serious and half-teasing her. And," Caleb shrugs, nodding towards Amy, "We were all there when she got the name."

Still watching Amy and Ghost, Nathan shares, "I've never seen her do anything like that."

"Then maybe you haven't scratched the surface of how amazing she is," Caleb shares his observation as if it was an important fact.

Caleb's bold claim hangs in the air between them. It takes a minute, but when Nathan turns back to him, Caleb can see big emotions swirling in his eyes: admiration, amazement, love, and true fear at the prospect at being with her.  Despite calling him out moments ago, Caleb now sees the depth of Nathan's feelings for Amy. For the first time since Amy told him they were secretly together, he realizes the seriousness of their relationship--at least on Nathan's side.

Now wishing for a beer instead of the plain water he was drinking, Caleb looks down as his own heartbreak hits him: even playing the supportive friend wasn't going to help him out of the friend zone. Whatever small chance he thought had left, he felt it vanishing as his gaze darted between Amy and Ghost and Nathan, still watching them.

Somehow, he swallows his emotions and forces himself that Ty would want the best for Amy, he always did.  "Ty told me once: I had no idea what Amy can do."

Nathan turns back at the name. "Ty?"

"Hmm," Caleb takes a final sip and then puts his drink down. "I had only worked at Heartland for a couple months at that point and Ty had returned from his latest soul searching journey and...I don't know--I must have said some stupid comment to piss him off because, back then it was so easy to get him worked up--which, honestly--just tempted me to do it more--But he retorts by telling me that I didn't have a clue about how amazing her gift with horse was, and—” Caleb gestures to Amy and Ghost who seem to be dancing in the field together. "He was right."

Nathan takes a deep breath and crosses his arms. As he tries to digest the information--how much it scares him, how much he craves for Amy to tell him more, to show him more, for him to know all there is to know about her, yet to still keep their new relationship new, and quiet, and slow--he realizes Caleb must see the emotions play across his face.

He jolts up straighter from his position and tries to wipe the emotions that he can off his face.

Caleb watches his self-consciousness and kindly offers remedy: "I don't mean to keep talking about Ty. I won't do it anymore if you don't want...I just, I don't know," he shrugs. "Maybe I wanted to pass on Ty's words to me about Amy...to you...if that's okay."

"Amy doesn't talk about him much," Nathan shares.

"She does. She will," Caleb assures him.  "If you ask. If you want to know...She'll tell you. She doesn't like to ruminate about the past like I do. And she probably just doesn't want to scare you off."

Nathan narrows his eyebrows, questioning: "To scare me off?"

Caleb turns more serious. "She was so in love with him. They were a strong unit together."

Nathan shifts uncomfortably. The words pierce his heart deeper than he would have expected. Then again, remembering Tristin, he also knew what it was to love and commit to someone so deeply.

"It took a lot for her to get here, Nathan," Caleb shares another personal insight about Amy. "To start opening her heart again. She was closed off and not herself for a long time. She's been through enough in her life." He pauses, hoping the vagueness still makes his point without going into specifics. "When she returned back into her old self again, I tried to encourage her to start dating, just to find some levity and fun again: she would not budge...Now that she's found something real with you, I would bet that she's just as scared to lose it as you are."

[dandelion-network]

25 in 2025

Tagged by @sixofravens-reads (Thanks friend)

Continuing the unnecessary but fun color-coded method: Books I Stopped Reading and Want to Finish (1-5), Books in a Series (6-10), Horror Books (11-15), Poetry Collections (16-20), and Nonfiction I've Been Wanting to Get to for Forever (21-25).

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

The Grace of Kings by Ken Liu

How Far the Light Reaches: a Life in Ten Sea Creatures by Sabrina Imbler

Soft Science by Franny Choi

The Moon That Turns You Back by Hala Alyan

Maroons by adrienne maree brown

The Tyrant Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson

Parable of the Talents by Octavia Butler

Storm of Locusts by Rebecca Roanhorse

My Heart is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

Lone Women by Victor Lavalle

White Horse by Erika Wurth

We Used to Live Here by Marcus Kliewer

The Boatman's Daughter by Andy Davidson

House of Bone and Rain by Gabino Iglesia

Whereas by Layli Long Soldier

Forest of Noise by Mosab Abu Toha

Mural by Mahmoud Darwish

If They Come For Us by Fatimah Asghar

Poūkahangatus by Tayi Tibble

A Paradise Built in Hell by Rebecca Solnit

Fresh Banana Leaves: Healing Indigenous Landscapes through Indigenous Science by Jessica Hernandez

A Darker Wilderness: Black Nature Writing From Soil to Stars Edited By Erin Sharkey

How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy by Jenny Odell

Light in Gaza: Writings Born in Fire Edited By Jehad Abusalim, Jennifer Bing, and Mike Merryman-Lotze

Tagged: @gracebriarwoodwrites, @lizziethereader, @nejjcollectsbooks, @readingrobin, @freckles-and-books

[fumikomiyasaki]

NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE:

Monsville:  (Monsters Inc)

Lore

Dorm Trailer

Dorm RequirementsTemplate

Dorm Chair

STORY

CardsCandies and Coffins

Monster forms

Members made by myself:

Leroy Violet, based on Randall Boggs

Henry Lakeside, based on Mr. Waternoose

Mellow Mildew, based on Jeffrey Fungus

Members from other blogs:

Alyn, 

Mitchell Iris,

Micah Prescott

Hayes Emmett Serafino

Giovanni Corno,

Sophia Adraline,

Tamami Nereus,

January Avadmine

Bellamy Beest

Cameron 

Wysterian Dean

Mira Lynn

Ngarra Kubbadan

Wallace Scopio

Tulip Flor Grove

Forodwyn: (Lord of the rings)

Dorm post

Dorm Chair

Members:

Brid Rolfe (Dorm leader, Frodo)

Odel Aradia  (Vice Leader, Gandalf)

Dazos (Smaug) made by Silent-Dragon

-Carol Ann, Ramshackle/ Diasomnia OC 

 Countdown  Adult look

Carols TWST Journey summarized

Chibis  Tsum

Overblot

RSA AND HSA AU

DAC AND WNA AU

Arachninox Carol AU  Monsville Carol Au

Idol Au

Magical Girl AU

Romantic headcanons  Datings HCs !NSFW Alphabet!

The Dating Sim: The Apple Princess

Card Collection

Canon Students:

-Camilla Dawnrose, Heartlabyul Dorm, Former OC

-Bengal, Savanaclaw dorm, based on Bengal Cat

-Eiji Hiranori, Octavinelle dorm, Former oc

-Kumo Starwing, Scarabia oc, Former Kingdom hearts oc

-Meyra Palledino, Pomefiore dorm, former Fire Emblem oc

-Fuan Abyssnor, Ignihyde oc, Former Kid Icarus oc

-Beelby Zetron, Diasomnia oc, Beelzebub from helltaker

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Fandorm students:

-Lyla Atsuki, Zipangu dorm, Based on Wasabi

-Bolt Striker, Malihana dorm, Based on Experiment 221

-Grey Braynze, Fangulous Dorm, Based on Ghoulia Yelps

-Eve Alternate, Ectocosma Dorm, based on Tron identity Disk

-Bianca Weiss, Terrovania Dorm, based on Shiro

-Naomi Aqueen, Gracery Dorm, based on Dogora

Coffins and Candies of them

Coffins and Candy part 2

Staff OCs:

Erwin Fowler, based on Dr. Eggman

Seraphim Astrean, based on Sephiroth

_______________________________________________________

Fanschool:

Hourglass station academy

Homeland origin  Fabios Village

Future headcanons Parenting Headcanons Oc Families Part 1 Part 2

Species Details

List of Sexualities and Poly options for my ocs Heights

NSFW Headcanons: StudentsStaff and Adults

Drunk headcanons Part1 Part2 Part 3

Fantasy AU masterlist   Wild West Au masterlist

Yandere AU Headcanons

Internet names

Idol Summaries

[secretlyafiveheadeddragon]

Books that you can't buy new

1.) John Green books

2.) Neil Gaiman books

3.) Short story collections

4.) Old classics

5.) Roald Dahl books

6.) Holes by Louis Sachar

7.) Dystopian novels

8.) A Series of Unfortunate Events

9.) Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott Odell

10.) Harry Potter (not because of vibes but because of the author)

[brandonshimoda]

THE BOOKS I READ IN 2023

*I read it before

**I read it more than once this year

Aaron Caycedo-Kimura, Common Grace

Adania Shibli, Minor Detail, translated from the Arabic by Elisabeth Jaquette

Ahmad Almallah, Bitter English

Alison Lubar, It Skips a Generation

Atef Abu Saif, The Drone Eats With Me: A Gaza Diary

Brynn Saito, Under a Future Sky

Camonghne Felix, Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation

*Carolina Ebeid, You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior

Chanté L. Reid, Thot

*Christina Sharpe, Ordinary Notes

Christine Shan Shan Hou & Vi Khi Nao, Evolution of the Bullet

Christopher Okigbo, Labyrinths (with Paths of Thunder)

Cristina Rivera Garza, Liliana’s Invincible Summer

Dionne Brand, Chronicles of the Hostile Sun

*Dionne Brand, No Language is Neutral

Dionne Brand, Primitive Offensive

Édouard Louis, Who Killed My Father, translated from the French by Lorin Stein

**Emily Lee Luan, 回 / Return

Erin Marie Lynch, Removal Acts

Fady Joudah, Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance

Farid Tali, Prosopopoeia, translated from the French by Aditi Machado

Gabriel Palacios, A Ten Peso Burial For Which Truth Is Sign (coming out 2024)

Ghayath Almadhoun, Adrenalin, translated from the Arabic by Catherine Cobham

Hauntie, To Whitey & The Cracker Jack

Hervé Guibert, To the friend who did not save my life, translated from the French by Linda Coverdale

Hiromi Ito, Tree Spirits Grass Spirits, translated from the Japanese by Jon L. Pitt

*James Baldwin, No Name in the Street

*James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name

*James Baldwin, The Devil Finds Work

James Fujinami Moore, Indecent Hours

Jami Nakamura Lin, The Night Parade

Jawdat Fakhreddine, Lighthouse for the Drowning, translated from the Arabic by Huda Fakhreddine and Jayson Iwen

Jed Munson, Commentary on the Birds

Jennifer Hayashida, A Machine Wrote This Song

Jenny Odell, Inhabiting The Negative Space

Jenny Xie, The Rupture Tense

*Joy Kogawa, A Choice of Dreams

Joy Kogawa, A Garden of Anchors: Selected Poems

**Joy Kogawa, From the Lost and Found Department: New and Selected Poems

Joy Kogawa, Gently to Nagasaki

*Joy Kogawa, Jericho Road

*Joy Kogawa, Obasan

Joy Kogawa, The Rain Ascends

Joy Kogawa, The Splintered Moon

*Joy Kogawa, Woman in the Woods

Juan Felipe Herrera, Akrílica, eds. Farid Matuk, Carmen Giménez, Anthony Cody

Kamo-no-Chomei, Hojoki: Visions of a Torn World, translated from the Japanese by Yasuhiko Moriguchi and David Jenkins

Keorapetse Kgositsile, Collected Poems, 1969-2018

*Kiku Hughes, Displacement

Kōno Taeko, Toddler-Hunting, translated from the Japanese by Lucy North

Leila Khaled, My People Shall Live: Autobiography of a Revolutionary, as told to George Hajjar

Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, Kaan and Her Sisters

**Lindsey Webb, Plat (coming out in 2024)

Lisa Hsiao Chen, Activities of Daily Living

Liyana Badr, A Balcony over the Fakihani, translated from the Arabic by Peter Clark with Christopher Tingley

Lucille Clifton, An Ordinary Woman

*Lucille Clifton, Blessing the Boats

Lucille Clifton, Good News About the Earth

Lucille Clifton, Good Times

Lucille Clifton, Two-Headed Woman

Mahmoud Darwish, The Butterfly’s Burden, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Mahmoud Darwish, If I Were Another, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Mahmoud Darwish, Palestine as Metaphor, translated from the Arabic by Amira El-Zein and Carolyn Forché

Maya Abu Al-Hayyat, You Can Be The Last Leaf, translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Maya Marshall, All the Blood Involved in Love

Michael Prior, Model Disciple

*Mitsuye Yamada, Camp Notes and Other Poems

Mitsuye Yamada, Full Circle: New and Selected Poems

Mohammed El-Kurd, RIFQA

**Mosab Abu Toha, Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear

Mourid Barghouti, I Saw Ramallah, translated from the Arabic by Ahdaf Soueif

Mourid Barghouti, I Was Born There, I Was Born Here, translated from the Arabic by Humphrey Davies

Mourid Barghouti, Midnight, translated from the Arabic by Radwa Ashour

Na Mira, The Book of Na

Najwan Darwish, Nothing More to Lose, translated from the Arabic by Kareem James Abu-Zeid

Natsume Sōseki, Kokoro, translated from the Japanese by Edwin McClellan

Nona Fernández, Voyager: Constellations of Memory, translated from the Spanish by Natasha Wimmer

Noor Hindi, DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human, translated from the Japanese by Donald Keene

Osamu Dazai, The Flowers of Buffoonery, translated from the Japanese by Sam Bett

The Palestinian Wedding: A Bilingual Anthology of Contemporary Palestinian Resistance Poetry, edited and translated from the Arabic by A.M. Elmessiri

R.F. Kuang, Yellowface

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Kappa, translated from Japanese by Lisa Hofmann-Kuroda and Allison Markin Powell

Salim Barakat, Come, Take a Gentle Stab: Selected Poems, translated from the Arabic by Huda J. Fakhreddine and Jayson Iwen

Samih Al-Qasim, All Faces But Mine, translated from the Arabic by Abdulwahid Lu’lu’a

Samih al-Qasim, Sadder Than Water: New & Selected Poems, translated from the Arabic by Nazih Kassis

*Saretta Morgan, Alt-Nature (coming out in 2024)

Satsuki Ina, The Poet and the Silk Girl (coming out in 2024)

Sawako Ariyoshi, The Twilight Years, translated from the Japanese by Mildred Tahara

Shailja Patel, Migritude

Sham-e-Ali Nayeem, City of Pearls

Sharon Yamato, Moving Walls

Shivanee Ramlochan, Everyone Knows I Am a Haunting

**shō yamagushiku, shima (coming out in 2014)

Shuri Kido, Names and Rivers, translated from the Japanese by Tomoyuki Endo and Forrest Gander

*Solmaz Sharif, Customs

Stella Corso, Green Knife

*Taha Muhammad Ali, Never Mind: Twenty Poems and a Story, translated from the Arabic by Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi, Gabriel Levin

Terry Watada, The Game of 100 Ghosts (Hyaku Monogatari Kwaidan-kai)

Victoria Chang, Obit

*Wong May, Superstitions

THE BOOKS I'M CURRENTLY READING, THAT I HAVEN'T FINISHED YET

Chi Rainer Bornfree and Ragini Tharoor Srinivasan, The Portal (not yet published)

Elaine Castillo, How to Read Now

Eqbal Ahmad, The Selected Writings

Essays, ed. Dorothea Lasky

Fadwa Tuqan, A Mountainous Journey: A Poet's Autobiography, translated from the Arabic by Olive Kenny

James Welch, Winter in the Blood

Lan P. Duong, Nothing Follows

Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, Touching the Art

Preti Taneja, Aftermath

Wanda Coleman, Wicked Enchantment

[the80snightmare]

Hello! My name is Jazz. I am new to using tumblr! Though I am very familiar with it.

Here’s my first ever post! With my Oc Odell Moonstone. He is a Rockien which one of my made up species, though he isn’t full Rockien he is part Human.

Odell is a retired and disabled military veteran. He is looking to finally settle down and sort things out(mostly mental health wise) he’s cold at first but he’s just a big soft sweetheart <3.

Little facts! (Not big ones to spoil his lore)

•Odell enjoys collecting small plushies. It brings a bit of joy since he didn’t get much of them during his childhood.

•he was born without half his arms and half his right leg (Phocomelia syndrome) he has advanced prosthetics (he made them with the help of his fathers blue prints) to help him move around. He does sometimes use a wheelchair or a cane if he’s having issues at the time. Especially with his back brace (which, I’ll show in a future Reference sheet I have!) that cause him back pains at times.

• (since he’s smoking in the drawing) he has since quit and is 6 years clean! :]

•Odell enjoys making projects. And is making a business out of it.

That is it for now!

I’m hoping to share more of him and his story soon!

[alittleplaytime]

Dream Jellycat Collection, Pt.2

theres a lot of jellycat toys honestly, they're so so cute too!!

all found on the official jellycat website!!

marketed as: Blossom Bea Beige Bunny

marketed as: Rose Dragon

marketed as: Blossom Cream Bunny

marketed as: Little Pup Bag Charm

marketed as: Blossom Jasmine Bunny

marketed as: Blossom Blush Bunny

marketed as: Smudge Fox

marketed as: Ricky Rain Frog

marketed as: Smudge Hippo

marketed as: Golden Dragon

marketed as: Fluffy Whale

marketed as: Odyssey Octopus

marketed as: Blossom Cherry Bunny

marketed as: Blossom Tulip Pink Bunny

marketed as: Bashful Stardust Bunny

marketed as: Timmy Turtle

marketed as: Storm Octopus

marketed as: Bashful Toffee Puppy

marketed as: Little Frog

marketed as: Little Mouse

marketed as: Odell Octopus

marketed as: Bashful Truffle Bunny

marketed as: Jellycat Jack

marketed as: Fossilly Stegosaurus

marketed as: Bashful Dino

marketed as: Skeleton Bob

marketed as: Perry Polar Bear

marketed as: Nauticool Grey Seal

marketed as: Blossom Sage Bunny

part three is here!

[leiawritesstories]

sad song fics

decided to collect all of my/Frederick's super angsty song-inspired fics and keep them in one place. the song inspos are listed after the fic link. enjoy ;)

~~~

Late-Night Dances (Ghost of You, 5sos)

arsonist's lullabye (Arsonist's Lullabye, Hozier)

Before You Go (Before You Go, Lewis Capaldi)

Apologies (Apologize, OneRepublic)

Glimpse of Us (Glimpse of Us, Joji)

a song that had been just ours (Another Love, Tom Odell)

blood-soaked gown (You're On Your Own Kid, Taylor Swift)

Don't Have To Hurt Anymore (Broken, Isak Danielson)

dial drunk (Dial Drunk, Noah Kahan)

[callsignspark]

soft-tober | 13 | Solomon Bates

soft-tober is about experiencing the joys of October with loved ones. each day is a fall-related one-shot for one of the couples from my Dagger, Sword & Shield universe, plus a few extras! today is Solomon and Betty with “Here, take my sweater." from this prompt list.

If you’d like to be tagged for soft-tober, please send an ask!

word count: 1.0k

soft-tober masterlist | main masterlist | divider credit here

warnings: death of an offscreen character by a drunk driver - nothing is described, grief over losing a spouse, hopeful ending, this one is distinctly less soft than I intended

callsignspark disclaimer: my blog is an 18+ space; minors do not interact - you will be blocked. I do not consent to my work being copied, run through an AI generator, translated, or posted elsewhere. I do have an AO3, where I eventually will be cross-posting my works.

13. "Here, take my sweater."

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Solomon’s foot bounces against the metal bleachers, a consistent rattling that he hopes isn’t annoying anyone. He’s a calm and collected man; he’s a two-star admiral for crying out loud, but his niece’s soccer game has got him vibrating out of his skin. It is sectional finals, he reasons with himself as the tempo increases.

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.

The scoreboard still has five minutes for warm-ups, so he jogs down the stands, hoping movement on the ground will help him work out some nervous energy.

It’s not the game that’s got him like this, though the knowledge that if the team loses, they’re done for the season isn't helping; it’s the guilt that’s been growing in his chest since the beginning of the season. A guilt that worsens every time Betty Odell smiles at him. Just the thought of her makes his stomach flip, and his heart clench.

Guilt rising up, he digs the silver chain out of his shirt, smoothing his thumb over the raised letters of his dog tags before separating them to find the gold ring he keeps next to his heart. His wedding ring, the one that his wife insisted on paying for by herself.

Solomon is technically still married, though, in his mind, there’s no “technically” about it. He’s married. He didn’t choose to no longer be married; he didn’t choose divorce. His marriage was ripped away from him. His wife was gone in the blink of an eye, thanks to a careless drunk driver.

Widower.

It’s such a casual word for the devastating meaning it holds. Other words sound as bad as their meaning. Famine. Rape. Murder. Widower is softer; it doesn’t hint at the pain and suffering felt by the person awarded its awful title.

The guilt.

The anger.

The loneliness.

It’s been almost thirty years, but he misses his wife - his Kendra - every single day. He has ever since the moment he found out she was gone. It’s gotten easier; time and therapy helping to heal his deepest wounds. But Solomon knows that the hole in his heart will never fully close.

He’s accepted that.

He never expected to develop feelings for anyone else. He knew it was a possibility; there are plenty of beautiful women in California, but he never allowed his thoughts to wander. Even when Kendra’s family encouraged him to branch out and be happy with someone else, knowing that he would never forget his first love.

There had been a few years where Warlock had tried, at the insistence of his in-laws. He went on a few blind dates with women who were lovely, but the dates brought up feelings he hadn’t felt since they buried Kendra. He wallowed in the house, drowning himself in work just like he had during that first lonely year.

It’s why Betty has come as such a shock.

She’s wonderful, but she hadn’t even pinged on Solomon’s radar. She was just another person supporting the girl’s team. Another adult to cheer and groan over bad calls with. He had just assumed she was one of the mothers and married to the man always sitting next to her. A month into the season, his sister informed him that Betty was a supportive aunt, single, and the mystery man was her married business partner and friend.

Solomon ignored the encouragement from his sister, unable to think about pursuing the woman he’d become friendly with as guilt gnawed at his stomach for the excitement he felt learning Betty was single.

He’d been cordial since then, nice but not overly friendly, not wanting anyone to get hurt. It worked for a few weeks until Betty’s friend couldn’t join her at games. She began sitting with Solomon, making small talk at first, but their friendship grew alongside the number of wins. Now, they’re well into playoffs, and he doesn’t know what to do.

He wants Betty Odell.

She’s very different from Kendra - loud where Kendra was quiet, analytical while Kendra was reactionary - but they’re similar in all the ways that matter. Kind souls who listen to him speak and make intelligent conversation, unafraid to rib him, and always making him laugh. She is exactly the person Solomon would have been with if he hadn’t met Kendra.

It scares him.

He’s worried about both women. He’s afraid that he’ll forget Kendra, forget to properly honor her memory. And he doesn’t want to hurt Betty either, doesn’t want to accidentally treat her like a replacement for his long-dead wife. And he’s getting old, significantly closer to retirement than any other major life event, worried that he’s too old to start fresh.

“Sol! What are you doing down here? The game is about to start!”

He stops pacing to find Betty smiling at him, a teasing glint in her eye as she shakes a red pom-pom at him, directing him to follow her up the bleachers. The debate over what to do quiets down as he follows without question back up to their seats. He contemplates what to do all through team introductions and the anthem, and it’s not until the starting whistle blows that he actually focuses on the game.

The game is close; attempts at each end are barely stopped by the goalies, and when the whistle blows for halftime, the scoreboard still reads zero for both teams.

“Wow, the Panthers did not come to play!”

“They sure didn’t!” Solomon looks away from his niece down on the field at the sound of chattering teeth.

The wind had been picking up during the first half, the Friday night game getting chilly as the sun goes down. “Y’okay? You cold?”

“A bit, but I’ll be okay!”

The déjà vu is like a punch in the face. He had the exact same conversation with Kendra. It was homecoming of senior year, and despite the enormous bonfire and her long sleeve shirt, she was cold. He offered up a warm layer of his own, and doing the gentlemanly thing had earned him a date to the dance.

To be having the exact same conversation feels like a blessing from above. Like it’s Kendra letting him know that it’s okay. That this is the right woman to pursue.

Solomon shrugs off his sweatshirt, happy that he decided to wear two warm layers, and does the same gentlemanly thing he had done thirty-seven years ago. Hoping that it gives him just as happy of a result now as it did then.

“Here, take my sweater.”

@gretagerwigsmuse | @hangmanapologist | @hangmanbrainrot | @princessphilly | @hangmanssunnies | @thesewordsareallihavetogive | @a-court-of-roscoe-and-baby | @katieshook02 | @hellojameshowyadoin | @aristotles-butthole | @atarmychick007 | @whatislovevavy | @kmc1989 | @sometimesanalice | @laracrofted | @yuckosworld | @mika-darling | @bradshawsbaddie | @bobblebobsbae | @ohtobeleah | @withahappyrefrain

[hourglassstationacademy]

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

Name: Ame

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿:  Demi-Girl

𝗔𝗴𝗲: ???

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: ???

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: ???

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 157 cm

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: purple

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Blonde pink

Species: Shinigami, Ghost,

.

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Destopia @terrovaniadorm

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: Second year

C𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 2-D

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Student, working for Odel,

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: Debate club

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: Monster/Animal Culture

Homeland:  ???

Sexuality: Spectrasexual

.

.

𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: right

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱:  Meatbuns, Ramen, Lollipops, Souls of Criminals

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Radish, cough drops,

Likes: Mysteries, Crime scenes, Detectives, Odel,

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: people that get in the way of her current object of affection, being trapped somewhere, boring murders

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆: playing detective, exploring things, collecting small figurines

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: storaging things in her mouth, looking cute, messing with people, invisible chain connection, Dancing

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 and Backstory:

Not knowing who she is, how she died and how she got here, similar to Yasuno, Ame was revived as Shinigami by Odel, doing his bidding with errands and getting infos. Compared to Kuze she doesn't look for her old memories and connections but she does feel a connection to her dorm leader. Compared to Yasuno she is also far more ghostly as a shinigami given Odels magic had an influence to it. She can manifest most of the time but also often just fades through the wall for fun... In general Ame may seem cute and attention seeking but she can be pretty mean. Falls very quickly in love and calls anyone who would be close to her "Master" an arrange of insults. Has an invisible chain that often connects her to the one she choses as master and she prefers to go after souls of criminals and follow them to see what kinda atrocities they commited.... her view of death may be the most neutral compared to others, she has a fascination for mysteries that come with a death that occured.

The marks on her neck she assumed are from a strangulation when she was still alive and given someone did this to her she assumes it was cause she was popular before.

Unique Magic:

Eye of the truth

With one glimpse of an eye she can erase your memory of the previous day you experienced, but its limited to one day.

[rta-user-2025]

Gretchen 'Temptation' Crutchley

(Note: The one on the left is actually her younger self, not her sister)

{•}~FULL NAME~{•} - {}Basic Information{}

Name/First name: Gretchen

Second name: 'Temptation'

Last name: Crutchley

Nicknames or Alias: Greta (Rapunzel), Hen (Lance), Hennie, Rita (Eugene), Pirate woman of the sea (Rapunzel) and talented person (Marcellus)

Age: 24 (Season 2) and 25 (Season 3)

Age Appearance: 18

Sexuality: Bicurious

Born sex/Sex at birth: Girl

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Date: 20th of June

Zodiac: Gemini

Species: Human

{}Personality{}

Likes: Acting mischievous and playful, talking about being the pirate around here, Rapunzel and her friends

Dislikes: Being called annoying, conflict and arguments, injustice and inequality

Positive/Neutral personality traits: Risk-takers, humourous, trustworthiness, fairness, caring, responsibility and integrity

Negative personality traits: Recklessness, childish, aggressive, irresponsible and dishonest.

Hobbies: Card games, writing, cheese-making and book collecting

Overall personality: She is often shown to be a risk-taker, humourous, trustworthy, fair, caring, responsible and integrity while also being recklessness, childish, aggressive, irresponsible and dishonest

{}Appearance{}

Hair colour: Brown

Hair length: Long

Skin colour: Fair-skinned

Eye colour: Turquoise

Height: 5'12

Weight: 45

Scars or freckles?: None

Glasses or contacts?: None

Tattoos?: None

Birthmarks?: None

Piercings?: Feather earing

{}Life{}

Place of birth: Tirapai Island

Present home: Corona

Work/Occupation: Pirate

Backstory

|(Born on a pirate ship in Tirapai Island, cradled in the rocking waves. Her childhood was a whirlwind of adventure, filled with daring raids, boisterous sea shanties, and the thrill of the open sea. Her parents, renowned pirates known for their bravery and cunning, instilled in her a love for the ocean and a thirst for exploration. Gretchen cherished her parents, admiring their courage and free-spirited nature. Their loss left a profound void in her life, but their memory fuels her determination to live a life of adventure. When she was 12, a fierce storm swallowed their ship, claiming the lives of her parents. The tragedy left her orphaned and alone, forced to survive on her own. The experience instilled in her a deep respect for the power of the sea and a fear of its unpredictable nature. After the shipwreck, Gretchen was taken in by a kind fisherman who taught her the basics of sailing and navigation. She learned to read the stars, navigate by the currents, and mend her own sails. This period marked the beginning of her journey towards independence and self-reliance. This kind man provided Gretchen with shelter and guidance after the shipwreck. His teachings laid the foundation for her future as a skilled navigator and sailor. As she grew older, Gretchen decided to honor her parents' legacy by becoming a skilled seafarer. She honed her skills, learning the art of shipmanship, cartography, and seafaring. She studied ancient maps and legends, yearning to discover new lands and chart unexplored territories. Through her travels, Gretchen encountered different cultures and perspectives, expanding her understanding of the world. She learned to appreciate the beauty and richness of diversity, challenging her own preconceived notions. As Gretchen embarked on her journeys, she met diverse and interesting people who became her companions on the high seas. These relationships fostered her growth and broadened her worldview. Gretchen’s journey of exploration became more than just a quest for adventure. It evolved into a search for her own identity and purpose, driven by a desire to leave her own mark on the world.)|

{}Family/Friends{}

Father(S): Odell Crutchley

Information: Her father does care about her and has always been protective towards her but not too protective to be overbearing for her, while she and her father were shown to have a wholesome relationship as well as admiring him and his courage and free-spirited nature before the shipwreck incident.

Mother(S): Kelsey Crutchley

Information: Her mother, much like her father does admiring her courage and free-spirited nature before the shipwreck.

Friends: Rapunzel, Eugene, Cassandra, Lance, Marcellus, shipmates and Lady Caine.

Information: The princess is shown to talk and ask about how she handles her pirate status as a whole. Gretchen will state that she got help from people around her as well as studying the culture of it, this might be as to why she appears more invested in pirating. But when she got to know her, she became a good and close friend of Rapunzel and soon she joined the group and then travelled to Corona to see her during the moonstone incident.

Eugene: While she and Eugene are distant, she could always tell that he is a thief who has no parents until she heard that he was a prince of the dark kingdom. Which kinda made her surprised but still accepted it, as she stated she lost her parents during a shipwreck.

Cassandra: She kinda was amazed to have a warrior woman around here, to the point she said "Your friend is a warrior" and she kept on smiling at the fact about it.

Lance: Much like Eugene, she was invested in the fact he was a thief like him and a good friend to Eugene for a long time. She often does talk about it but not that much, as she was grateful and accepts it.

Marcellus: She knew about Marcellus when he was with Rapunzel during the Tirapai Island and she was confused to have an alchemist around here, as she states alchemy is confusing. But then, she realized that he was an alchemist who was into science and mathematics and he states that Varian got him the inspiration.

Shipmates: She actually adores them for the most part and she even states they can be interesting to talk to.

Lady Caine: She knew about her since she was a pirate and became close friends with her, which confused her newly found friends since Caine is Duchess of Quintonia and she was the one who lost her father since he got arrested by King Frederic and her disliking of the king and Rapunzel.

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Always be yourself, unless you can be a pirate. Then always be a pirate.

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[rattini]

{Minerva Odell}

“Minnow” ; little fish ;  bait [intro below the cut]

Surviving the west coast

[ pre-ghoul ]

Over one hundred years into the apocalypse, you are born. The security of vault life protects you from the truth for nearly thirty more years, until you are sent out in the wasteland. Your overseer has failed to adequately prepare you for life on the surface, nor have you been made aware of your true purpose in doing so. Of course, this was the plan all along, but you were the last child left and dealt with in a rather haphazard manner. The life you had built in your vault is ripped from under you, and your heart crushed when your father doesn't make it out with you. Surrounded by people who held you on a pedestal, but couldn’t provide emotional support. That's all you know. You are only as good as what you can provide for others.

The flickers of your warmth and love have all but burnt out. You use and manipulate, falling deep into the cycle of your own upbringing. Drifting around the wasteland seeking protection and something to fill the pit created in your heart. Knowing full well you’re not going to find it here, instead you turn to drugs and alcohol. Hanging around your vault like a stray animal, mourning what you’ve lost. You are lost and sick.

You jump from gang to gang, hoping some sort of scary dog privilege will save you from the horrors of the wasteland. Surround yourself in those horrors, perhaps they will spare you. These dogs bite, though, and they do not give without first taking. And so, they take you. You become their pet, a body to pillage when you are desired. A use for you. It never lasts. Eventually, some other Big Bad comes along and murders your group, and the cycle begins again.

Your luck betrays you when one particular man finds you and decides to add you to his collection. Carted halfway across the states to join a group of women he had picked up over time, bound and caged in deplorable conditions. For years, you endure your capture here, bearing witness and experiencing unspeakable horrors. A kinship develops between the women, the slaves, the first feeling of solidarity you’d felt in your life. You would sneak drugs and medicinals for each other. They would go missing one by one, replaced with another. Here you are dubbed “Minnow”, a little fish in a big pond, and a nickname you hold on to.

Escape does not come easy, but with the unintentional help of a ruthless bounty hunter, you are freed from your chains. You run until your saliva is metallic, thick with thirst. Feeling shame for not having looked back, out of fear. Alone again, this time in a totally new environment. Hot, dry, barren. The Mojave. Far from the temperate wasteland of New York. 

A journey of self discovery

[ ghoul era ]