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skylarksilver · 6 months ago

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With a Grain Of Salt: Spirit Guides and Gumbo.

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Being made half a student had its own pros and cons. As a campus handyman, I had thought I could work my way up to gaining some rights as a member of the school staff. I mean, the janitor was still faculty even if respect was in short supply. But after the debacle in the mine and finding that magestone with Ace and Deuce, I was surprised and suspicious when Crowley decided to, seemingly spur of the moment, enroll Grim and I as a single student.

On the one hand, being a student gave me a stable position and some measure of rights. And, should long term solutions become necessary, it gave me an identity in Twisted Wonderland.

On the other, it made me totally reliant on Crowley's good will and Grim's cooperation to keep myself safe from the other students. And I was made the only school prefect, which felt entirely like a token position.

“How does a prefect compare to a housewarden? What do they do?”

I asked Alfonse, one of Ramshackle's ghosts that evening as I hauled some broken furniture out of the room Grim and I had claimed as our own to a more open space.

“Housewardens have a lot of authority in their own dorm. Prefects have a little bit of authority in every dorm. Generally, if there is an event that pulls students in from multiple dorms, prefects are there to help things run smoothly.”

“Crowley made me a student ambassador.”

Hugh popped through the door and helped grapple the other end of the more broken of the two bedframes I had found in the room.

“Quite literally. The different dorms are basically their own countries. And it's a good day when they don't come to blows just walking past each other in the cafeteria.”

I decided not to question my fortune in the ghosts being able to touch and manipulate real objects, or their willingness to help me move heavy things as we carefully made our way down the stairs. Since I didn't have much by way of funds, I wanted to make sure I could refuse and recycle as much of what existed in Ramshackle as possible.

That had been a brief, very one sided conversation where I was left with more questions than answers and solutions. Crowley had informed me that I was free to repair and alter Ramshackle as I pleased since Grim and I were the sole residents. But did he tell me what budget I had to work with? No, he was unsurprisingly an expert in dodging the questions I had regarding that.

And while a lot of the furniture looked worn and broken down, some of it was surprisingly sturdy and well made.

A good dusting, some replaced slats, a pass with some sandpaper and I'll have myself a decent chair. Anything with upholstery is a different matter, but I'll take the win.

The first week of school consisted of learning classroom locations, gulping down as much basic knowledge about the world as I could and getting a feel for the respective teachers' and faculty members styles and quirks. I could confidently say that picking a favorite was easy: it was Knox, the school nurse. A himbo in every sense with dark hair, dark eyes, and always with nuts and candy close at hand. And squirrels, oddly enough. He also had a cat, a small, absurdly fluffy looking creature who was glaring murderous at the camera, so he likewise gave Grim a look over when I broke up Grim literally eating a rock off the ground of the mine.

According to his assessment, Grim needed an incredibly high nutritional intake as he was a direbeast that manifested actual open flame. He needed the extra fuel to not only sustain himself but his fire. And if his flames got weak, he'd be at risk of injury, or his immune system being compromised.

It was incredibly funny to see this huge, hulking man cooing over the picture of an incredibly grumpy cat.

But I supposed that was pretty true to character. Kronk from the Emperor's New Groove was after all very much like that. And taking another look at that picture of the angry cat. It looked a lot like Yzma's feline form after a transformation potion went wrong. The similarity to the familiar character wasn't the only reason I felt so at ease, but it certainly contributed.

And Knox was one of the only people on campus who seemed to realize I didn't belong for an entirely different reason.

“It's totally your call on what I do. But no matter what the Dark Mirror did, you're still not exactly the typical student, miss.”

“You can tell? No one else has remarked on it.”

“That so? It seems obvious to me...”

He frowned, squinting at me. Grim's ears flattened and he looked up from where he was chowing down on the treats Knox had blithely bribed him with. He jumped between us, paws spread wide sparks flying from his ears

“Woah, human! Back off of my henchman!”

“It's OK Grim, we can-”

I stopped speaking, breath catching in my throat. I'd spotted the pattern just then. The rhyme and reason behind who seemed capable of seeing me clearly and who didn't. I finished my sentence as levelly as I could.

“-we can trust him.”

It was far from conclusive. Thus far, only the ghosts had remarked on my being a girl and had agreed to keep it a secret. Knox likewise assured me that he was a strict follower of Doctor-Patient confidentiality. But things were too different otherwise. Ghosts were ghosts and seemed to follow their own rules. Knox was a human mage. But it was a reassuring thing to imagine that I might, just maybe, have a way of gauging who I could trust. Or maybe vice versa, that once I trusted someone they could see through whatever the Dark Mirror did to make my presence go more or less unnoticed.

About a day after the Magestone Debacle, already well on its way to Might Raven College infamy in the gossip circles, I had a visit at Ramshackle. Reiner hovered before the door, looking determined but pleased.

“Miss Yuu, I may have found a way to secure you a more favorable living situation. May I come in?”

I invited Reiner inside and he drifted around the furniture instead of through it like I'd seen Alfonse, Beau and Hug do before. We didn't have much by way of a sitting room, and I sheepishly asked if there was anything that I could offer a ghostly guest.

“There are some steps a person can take to allow us to taste food. And there are memorial holidays where we can bring offerings back to the Netherworld. A planned, very formal and official visit would call for refreshments. As it stands now, since I came to you, you needn't even offer.”

I digested that factoid, tucking it away in my growing book of social cues for Twisted Wonderland. It was filed right alongside, ‘eye contact for beastmen is both a challenge and a warning’, ‘if a tall merfolk crouches to your level, they're being polite not condescending’ and ‘fae do partially still use the barter system and no one is sure how they assign value.’ Cater Diamond was a goldmine for me, and I definitely wanted to use that resource.

“Good to know, Mr Reiner. Is this a social visit?”

“Partly. Here.” He offered me an official looking envelope tied with a grey ribbon and a misty looking seal holding the flap closed. “This is just an offer, Yuu. But your words resonated with me. About the injustice of you being brought here without your consent and forced to rely on the Headmage's charity. I am sure what you would most prefer is being sent home. But that's beyond what the Netherworld and its residents can offer. What we can do is take up guardianship of you in a sense and get you involved in a Spirit Guide program.”

I was hanging on every word, and so was Grim, whiskers twitching as he stared at Reiner's ghostly tail. I pulled Grim into my arms, but he didn't stop staring.

“Spirit Guide? Is that like, a little angel sitting on my shoulder, a full time babysitter or a pseudo adoption?”

“The best way to describe it would be an apprenticeship. Plenty of skilled people, from brick layers to world famous alchemists, have died before they elected a successor to their work. Or conveyed trade secrets. If enough ghosts are interested, and they agree on a candidate, they can form a coalition and sponsor a living person to learn from them and carry on their work. This-” He held the letter out time again. “-is a letter inviting you to appear before the Seance Court. This would just be to explain everything in more detail. How your situation changes, expectations, and gives other ghosts a chance to get your measure.”

I swallowed, taking the letter which felt like it should weigh a 100 lbs.

“When...when would this be?”

The chef looked a little chagrined and laughed, clearly uncomfortable.

“Well, it turns out that there hasn't been a hearing for this sort of thing in a long time. Close to 40 years actually. And there are a lot of ghosts eager to pass on their knowledge.”

I broke the seal and opened the letter, scanning down to the date. I counted the days twice just to be sure.

“Tomorrow night, are you serious?”

Orientation had been on Sunday night. My misadventures with Ace and Deuce had been the following day, Monday. Today was Wednesday, and the invitation asked for me to appear on Thursday evening. Under the heading ‘dress code’ was the invitation to come ‘as you are’. Which was good because I had next to nothing.

“They got a little excited! Like I said, this hasn't been offered in a long time. Mostly due to the fact that there aren't many locations with enough ambient magic for ghosts to manifest as strongly as on Sage’s Isle.”

“Mr Reiner. How many ghosts are going to be at this thing?”

The meeting was going to take place in the wooded area on the edge of Ramshackle Dorm's grounds near sunset. I had wrapped myself up in the ceremonial robe to stave off the chilly evening air. But it was not enough when surrounded by this many ghosts. There were so many of them, all crowded together, it was hard to tell where one ended and the next began. But looking around, I was surrounded by a ring of blue mist nearly 50 feet across. But Reiner was sticking close to me and I was looking out over the assembled ghosts with a bit of trepidation. Grim had knocked out for a nap after being put through some remedial training by a much more himbo version of Gaston who was the equivalent of the gym teacher for this school. Actually, meeting all the teachers had been an exercise in keeping a blank face. The history teacher was a gender bent version of Madam Tremain, Cinderella's evil stepmother. And the alchemy teacher was very obviously a Cruella de Vil variant. He was also my homeroom teacher. Which apparently had a lot more weight in this school than simply monitoring students for the first part of the day. Frankly, the man scared me a little.

I'd rather deal with Crewel barking at me than these ghosts right now.

I strangled the fearful thought where it stood, forcing my back to remain straight and shoulders level. Not letting myself hunch in and betray unease of discomfort despite the chilly air swirling around me. The ghosts were all kinda merging together in a mass of pale blue and white and in the dark it was hard to tell them all apart. And the whispers were setting my nerves on edge.

Why do ghosts automatically have to mean things are cold?

I wished Grim was here. The tiny space heater that he was had made sleeping relatively comfortable even if he was a bed hog.

“Mr Reiner, what exactly are we waiting for?”

The rat beastman ghost leaned down to murmur to me.

“I decided to reach out to an expert on wrangling spirits. There are even more than I was told would be present.”

“How many more?”

I matched his tone and he looked very young and sheepish for a second.

“Maybe...20 or 30 more?”

One figure broke from the crowd and brought with him another icy current of air. His features gained distinction as he spoke.

“Well you bring a little gem like this to the table and of course everyone will be swarming.”

His voice was dark and smooth and the form that emerged didn't register properly at first. My initial thought was ‘centaur’. His top half was that of a handsome man with long hair, swept back from his face like he'd just emerged from water. Strong nose, high forehead, striking green-gold eyes. But the bottom half was weird, it was like he was sideways but still coming right at me.

Then I realized his bottom half was a massive crab like body with his torso positions roughly where the eyestalks would be on a smaller specimen. His shell was practically gleaming, embedded with gems that glittered even in death. And when he was fully separated from the waiting crowd, his shell and skin lit up with a rainbow of bioluminescence.

He extended a hand with a smile that sent off alarm bells in my head.

“The name's Tamak, little gem. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

The feeling is so not mutual, please back off.

Reiner drifted between us, growing darker and throwing the crab merfolk a fierce glare.

“You know how we do these things Tamak, wait your turn.”

“I'm just being friendly. The little mite was almost shaking where he sat.”

I seized on those words and resolved to not have anything to do, if I could help it, with the Tama'toa like character. The crab had given me the ick when he was just a giant crab. But this man felt like a predator.

Tama'toa targeted Maui and Moana's personal weaknesses during their encounter. Ruthlessly. If I give this guy an inch he'll take a mile.

And the fact that Tamak referred to me as he was further support that there was something interfering with his perception.

Tamak was several times larger than Reiner, in fact he towered over him. But the chef held his ground between me and the menacing crab. The whispers from the crowd had fallen silent. Save for a few muttered and a swirling that formed to the left behind Tamak.

“Thank you for your concern, Tamak. But we aren't starting until my requested guide is here.”

Reiner said politely, not quite baring his teeth but standing firm. Tamak narrowed his eyes, the pleasant smile dropping to reveal a cold calculation. Then he looked over his head at me and the smile was back, the performance all for me.

Red alert!

“This gutter resident surely doesn't speak for you, gem.”

I felt like speaking was both a bad idea and highly necessary. But I was saved by a slender blue ribbon of ghostly presence launching out of the crowd and appearing with a puff beside Tamak. It took the form of an elderly woman with a broad, friendly face and long pure white hair. And she glared at the large crab fearlessly.

“Bold words coming from the biggest bottom feeder in the ocean, Tamak.”

She wore a sleeveless wrap dress and had no shoes on but there was a commanding presence to her that could not be denied. Even Tamak withdrew slightly, a subdued sneer on his face.

“Lia. As lovely as ever.”

His tone made these short words sound as disdainful as possible. She jabbed her finger at him and then back and away from the gathering.

“You know the law. You've got another 313 years before your sentence is lifted and you can offer your services as a guide. We'll not stop you from observing, but that is all you may do. Is that clear?”

And this reminder seemed to enrage Tamak even as he withdrew into the crowd. He didn't cast another glance at me, all his vitriol was focused on the woman, Lia. She didn't budge, hands on her hips as she stared after him.

But the atmosphere seemed a lot lighter once he had disappeared back into the crowd of ghosts. Lia turned back to Reiner, her face lightening with a smile.

“Sorry we were late, sweetheart. Once you get to our age, you move at your own pace. She's coming now.”

And the circle of ghosts loosened into a more distinct pattern when one especially bright ribbon of presence streaked in. It formed into a cloaked, hunched figure that tapped a transparent cane on the ground as they moved. The kind a blind person would use as a guide. The cane whipped out but Lia dodged it with a sigh, looking rueful at the antics.

“Odile, dear, the ‘old blind woman’ bit doesn't work so well once you're dead.”

My mind moved at lightning speed.

Reiner said we were waiting for a ghost expert. These women both had some weight in their community. And the new arrival was accustomed to being seen as an ‘old blind woman’

If that isn't Mama Odie...

The hooded figure turned towards me, the features of the face difficult to make out in the myriad of white and gray. And a long fingers hand lifted to under the hood for a brief moment...Then a loud cackling belly laugh startled me, making my heart leap into my throat. Odile straightened, dropping her hood and looking straight at me with a toothless grin. Her eyes were the same milky white as the rest of her body and she lowered a pair of darker gray glasses back over them.

“Not in this one it won't! Oh Rein, you've found a good one!”

Several figures turned towards me with interest. Men and women alike, and with a few beastmen scattered among them. This felt like a critical endorsement in this process.

Odile drifted right up to me, holding out a hand.

“Good even, sugar. Names Maman Odile, like crocodile. If you're willing, I'd like to help you figure out what's what with this business going forward.” She tilted her head with a grin. “And can teach you to make some banging gumbo while I'm at it.”

Having some experience with food, and with Reiner demonstrating, Maman Odile set me to deveining the shrimp as she chatted with me. She asked about everything from my hobbies to my goals. And told stories about the rapscallions she raised as children and grandchildren. Even with the night growing darker, the kitchen of Ramshackle seemed a bright and merry place. Maman had thrown a glare at the old lights at the ceiling and they had hurriedly blinked on as though scared to cross her.

I mean, I would be too.

Reiner chopped the veggies and prepared the aromatics for the gumbo while Maman washed a pot of rice and set it on the stove. I gave it about 15 minutes before Grim smelt the food and came downstairs.

“Now then, Miss Yuu. You got an opportunity here. It may be making the best of a bad hand, but it's an opportunity all the same.”

The old ghost never stopped moving as she pulled a few shakers and small bottles out of her sleeves. She set them up on the counter and snapped her figures to conjure a large pot on the stove that quickly turned on.

“Ghosts got habits and holdovers from their lives. Sometimes, their lessons won't be so free and easy. They'll teach you, but they'll have things they want in exchange. Maman's been listening to you, and you've got something rarer than a blue firefly in the bayou.”

“What would that be?”

She chortled, dropping in a large pat of butter into the pot. I scooped the prepared shrimp into a bowl and placed them on the counter with the other ingredients. Then I went to wash my tools because the funky smell that came from seafood set in if not cleaned up right away. Luckily, I'd been allowed to take a small bottle of soap from the kitchen during dinner.

“A decent heart, and sharp eyes are already uncommon. But you got both these things in Night Raven College. That's gonna stand out, even if that fancy looking glass o’ theirs has made you pass for a boy. Put them shells and tails into this pot with the veggie trimmings and cover them with water. ”

More evidence to support my theory that trust plays into whether people can see me as I am. Also, homemade stock. That's definitely something to remember as option for food.

If I couldn't trust Mama Odie, or her equivalent, then I was hosed in more ways than one. I did as she directed, but kept up speaking with her.

“How will that help me when it comes to dealing with ghosts?”

The butter was already sizzling the first pot as she dropped in several spoonfuls of flour and tapped a whisk to make it start stirring up a smooth roux. I placed the stock pot on the other lit burner and covered it with a lid to get to temperature.

“It already has. I know Reiner. He had a Spirit Guide himself, Ol’ Gus taught him everything that a person can do in the kitchen. He wouldn't put this out there if he didn't think you could stick it out, or that you'd do the same thing and pay it forward for the next person who needs it.”

So it's a referral based thing. I suppose since ghosts are around for...practically the rest of time just having connections to the living world could have a lot of value.

I looked at the chef who fidgeted slightly.

“That sounds like you were only taught by one person.”

“He only had one thing he wanted to do and had to know and that was food. Here, chop these inta little coins.” Maman threw a package of smoked sausages at me which I barely caught. “You're starting from less than nothing in this world. Even the stuff that keeps the lights on is different from what you're used to. You got a lot more to learn if you're gonna get a handle on living by yourself.”

“The headmage said he was going to try and find a way home.”

This felt like a weak excuse even as I said it. It made Maman Odile crow with laughter, wiping at her eyes under her glasses.

“Oh did he now? Well, we can take that as meaning he'll do something but it's anybody's guess as to what that'll be. Maman's take on things is this is brand new territory. Someone coming from another world with no magic. By all rights, there shouldn't have been a way here for you. So there's no way of telling how long it'll be before someone finds you a way back. So until then, best to learn everything and get yourself set up as if you were gonna live here. It ain't pretty, it ain't nice, it ain't fair, and I'm sure you'll get awful homesick. But that's what we're looking at.”

This was an unmistakably practical outlook. And even listening to this frankness made me feel better than Crowley's offhand assurances that he would research a way for me to return home again. Even her acknowledgement that I could miss home felt soothing. Right now, I was sure I was still in survival mode. Just moving along one day at a time. I moved mechanically, trying to keep the sausage slices as even as possible.

“That makes sense even if it is depressing.”

It was probably a better deal than I could expect from mist anyone else. The goodwill to help a stranger seemed to be in short supply in this school. It made it much more clear as to why Ace and Deuce had both decided to pursue a friendship with me. I was something they couldn't expect to find in many other their current peers.

That or getting chased by a monster in an abandoned mine caused us all to trauma bond in the extreme. Which I shouldn't rule out.

“What do I need to do to accept this...program?”

“That'll take a minute to fix up so you just leave that to Maman. In the meantime, you gonna start learning. Reiner's gonna help you get skills to live, and me and mine will help talk to the other ghosts so we can get decent folk together to help you out. You gotta think about what it is you wanna learn.”

The nutty smell of the browning butter and cooking flour filled the air and made my stomach perk up hopefully. I'd not eaten since lunch. Officially, the dorms were responsible for their own dinner. There came a sudden scramble of claws on wood and carpet from upstairs and dust fell from the ceiling.

Grim’s awake again.

Maman tutted, waving the dust away from the food and eyed the cracked plaster of the walls and ceiling again.

“Gonna get sicker than a dog if you breathe in this stuff for too long.”

She contemplated for a moment, tapping the whisk on the edge of the pot with a frown.

“Whatever's cooking, I want double servings!”

Grim entered with a rapid scampering of his paws on the old wooden floors, skidding through Reiner’s legs and into the counter. He shook off the undignified tumble and started eyeing the bowl of raw shrimp on the counter.

Maman weilded a wooden spoon with expert precision and warded his hungry paws away from the small crustaceans. I caught Grim's attention with a piece of sausage.

“Leave the shrimp for the gumbo, Grim. They'll taste even better once they're all cooked up with our spices and served over rice.”

He inhaled my offering with shining eyes, doing a happy little dance.

“As expected of my henchmen, you came through with dinner for us!”

I didn't do much actually, and I am wondering where Maman is getting the ingredients from.

I was only going to question a free dinner if someone came and tried to make me pay for it with funds I didn't have.

Note to self, get someone to explain how the money system works around here.

Until I had an idea of the value of the currency, I would have no idea if any pay rates I could get were fair.

“You sit your fuzzy self down! You ain't sneaking off with my ingredients, no sir!”

Maman caught Grim by his scruff and plopped him at the kitchen table. “Set the table, scamp, three settings.”

Three?

I assumed if Maman told Grim to lay out three settings that she did so for a reason.

“I think I've got an idea on what I would like to do first.”

So I pulled together my faculties and began to lay out needs I had noticed. I didn't want handouts, I wanted to be able to provide for myself. The list included learning how to make Ramshackle livable, learning about the various other species of Twisted Wonderland, learning the value of currency as well as getting caught up on the functional technology of the day and basic first aid. And learning to defend myself even against mages because there had been at least 1 fight a day in the cafeteria and only the fact that I had Deuce, Ace and Grim on my side had let me escape without getting pummeled.

“Most everything else can be secondary to that.”

This list of mine took more than 30 minutes to run through. Maman had had me add the minced vegetables and sliced sausage to the roux, which was a lovely dark color and was now softening the greenery in there. And I was stirring the roux carefully to make sure it didn't burn.

“What I'm hearing, hon, is you wanna get as self sufficient and independent as possible.” Maman Odile nodded firmly. “And I can work with that. Already got a name in mind to lend a hand about fixing this place up a bit. Reiner and Mr Porter can get you started by working with them in the kitchens rather than letting the headmage run you all over the place. Reiner can apply to take you as an apprentice chef. He needed to get cleared to be able to teach their culinary courses as is. You'll be taken on with him the whole instead of a little bit here and there. We'll have a chat with our legal man too. Now, be a doll and strain that stock for me. We're about ready to bring everything together for the last simmer.”

Reiner went over the paperwork with me to sign on as kitchen help for Night Raven College. As well as a basic beginnings of what the pay would be. It would be menial, but it was so much more than the nothing I had right now. And he did say that the hours would require some early mornings for me since I would have to be up to help prepare ingredients for lunch. Breakfast preparations took place the evening before for breakfast. At least four hours of my school day would be dedicated to this, with weekends off to allow for homework and rest.

“I still expect you to come by for your meals on the weekends, even when you're not going to work.”

And the rat beastman ghost said this in a way that allowed for no argument and I was grateful for it. The gumbo smelt amazing and Maman Odile was fluffing the rice to be served. Grim was salivating at the scent of the Cajun spices and the scent of shrimp and salty sausage blending in the air.

“Well I think we've made a lotta good progress.” the old female ghost proclaimed, slipping a bottle of what looked suspiciously like hot sauce out of her sleeve and giving it a few shakes over the simmering pot. “Let's dish up and we'll leave you be, dearie.”

I still didn't question the third bowl, and I did have to keep Grim from taking it.

“If you want more, just get seconds, henchhuman.”

“Right back at you, fuzzball. If Maman Odile said to have three, I'm gonna trust she had a reason and it wasn't to let you have two from the get go.”

The old ghost cackled as she dispersed into blue mist.

“Oh indeed I do. You're in for some fun, honey. Be smart now!”

She was gone in an instant. I looked to Reiner.

“I feel like I just met with a life coach or academic counselor.”

He shrugged.

“Not too far off. Maman's the one who matched me with Gus when I wanted to learn to cook. She'll do right by you, Yuu.”

The relief I felt at having something more than prayers and blind faith merged with gratitude even as Grim attacked his food with gusto.

“I am going to owe you so much for this.”

He waved his hands.

“I'm not a deal maker, so don't go putting that out there. Besides, kitchen work like what you'll be doing is pretty demanding. So we'll see how grateful you feel after your first few shifts.”

“I know what to expect for meal prep on this scale. And I feel a lot better about being grateful for your generosity than only having the headmage in my corner.”

At this, there came a heavy knock at the door that made Reiner and myself look towards the sound. Hugh, the smallest of the ghosts, popped out of the ceiling.

“You expecting a Heartslabyl boy, Yuu?”

“I'm not but someone was. Here, make sure Grim doesn't eat everything.”

There were only 2 Heartslabyl boys that could be at my door right now. And I had a hunch who it would be.

Sure enough, when I opened the door, standing on the ragged excuse for a porch was Ace Trappola. Wearing a thunderous scowl and a heavy, black and red heart shaped collar around his neck. And what he greeted me with?

“I'm transferring to Ramshackle.”

I'm so glad I seem to have some help from Reiner, Maman and the other ghosts. Because this feels like this isn't gonna be the last time Ace drags me into something.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twst prefect #twst ghosts #twst ghost ocs #grim twst #ace trappola #twisted wonderland teachers #twst original character #first person pov

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feralyrica · 2 years ago

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I am MELTING ON THE FLOOR over how much i love the entire Horizons cast a;dslfjk like losing ash is still. very bittersweet. but every single character in the new series is like engineered to appeal to me and it's Very Rude

(gonna go off about everyone below the cut bc i need to scream into the void for a bit)

so first off Liko?? little anxious baby, freezes up from overthinking, a DRASTIC change from past characters and a very bold choice for the like main protagonist but one that feels necessary to really differentiate this new series from the old,, then her (over)willingness to sacrifice herself (please, sweetheart, please get over that i am begging you nobody wants to see you get captured)??? and then her dynamics with all of the other characters are PERFECT, especially Nyaoha and Roy (even though they've. just met) and i can't wait to see how they develop!!

then ROY. Baby. Baby boy. Pure sunshine. I think he may be the single purest character in the entire franchise. Him and Hogator are SO CUTE (if you haven't seen the new episode yet PLEASE watch it i cried from the cuteness) and i can't wait to see how he officially joins the gang (i have. theories. but we shall see) and again, the dynamic with Liko is. absolutely beautiful a;sdflj

then FRIEDE. man. man is cocky, a bit of a himbo ("What? didn't I mention that?" SIR excuse me that was important,,,) but also intelligent enough to be a professor, i am FROTHING AT THE MOUTH for more backstory. (...plus he's pretty ok). Also i don't feel right giving him his own section in this but shout out to Cap. The power. The STANCE in that chair. The cockiness that he shares with Friede (who is? his trainer? I guess? despite deferring to him in most matters involving the ship) and that is tbh very well deserved. also i love that they gave him a distinctly different battling style to Ash's pikachu!! well done making him feel like his own unique character

the rest of the Rising Volt Tacklers (who can share a section just bc they. have not had much screentime yet) are also just. fantastic. Murdock with his cute little puppy being the biggest softest man around (and completely failing his section in the ED a;dfsjk i'm so glad they made him Incapable of Being Cool), and then Orla being just. so tired half the time (mood) and also HELLA cool, just based on vibes, and MOLLIE (and oh, I do love the theories about her being a Joy. i beg of you, GIVE ME THE BACKSTORY, POKEMON) with her smirks and glares and her angry chansey jacket just generally being a boss and the opposite of what you'd expect from a healer,,, and Ludlow who... I don't have much to say about other than that I'm side-eyeing his beard. I don't believe it's real. where is his FACE. but i'm interested to learn more about what the hell he's doing with this group a;sdfkj

and then there's THE EXPLORERS!! who are apparently notorious, for reasons that will hopefully be elaborated on. i usually love villain characters so no surprises here but I LOVE THEM,,, they're already significantly more ruthless than most past villains so that is. very very fun. Conia is very very funny with her feelings on nyaoha as;kdflj and then Zir is a little bit less developed thus far but so far he seems to be kind of the more serious of the two and i'm really excited to see how he goes from here on out!! and then AMETHIO. i may have missed something in my initial watch but i honestly assumed he was a rather short adult from his speaking style and how the others deferred to him,, but I'm now thinking meant to be like older teens? definitely older than Liko but now i'm SO CURIOUS as to how he ended up in his position here. and he is also!! so pretty!! top tier design a;sldkfj i'm just in love with the trio's dynamics and i NEED to know their goals and what they plan to do with Liko and the pendant (and. if i'm right about how the next episode is gonna go. very soon Roy and his ball will be added to that list) i am DYING of anticipation

(also that's all for the main main charas but shout out to Anne, best gremlin, Liko deserves such a chaotic friend it'll be good for her and i'm so glad they're staying in touch!!)

idk i'm just like. i'm still sad over ash and idk if that'll go away anytime soon but this new series is really, really good so far, and i'm SO glad, because if it hadn't started off strong then i am absolutely certain that people would've completely trashed it, but it's vibrant and exciting in a totally different but just as engaging way as Ash's story was and i'm just. idk i'm really happy ;w; and will probably spend too much money on merch but that's just how it goes a;lsdkfj

#pokemon horizons #pokemon spoilers #i'm so in love with this show #pokeani

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Okay, I unironically love this, but it's been nagging at me since yesterday; where the hell did Gideon get a cradle beast in Canaan House? My "could write a short story but nooooo, gotta do 4.5k words of worldbuilding" mind has been whirring away at this to somehow make it canon compliant and I've come up with this:

So John "I never met a molehill I couldn't make into a mountain" Gaius is chilling with Alecto on the corpse of her previous self as the whole damn planet kinda just sits there dead, not even able to properly process all the corpses 'cause even the fucking bacteria are dead ('cause Jod is a greedy motherfucker) and they come across this dead cat. And Alecto has the knowledge of what this is from a, "I spawned this life" perspective what a cat is, but has no real concept of what a cat means to humans, and Jod, well-intentioned-road-worker-busy-working-on-that-highway-to-hell that he is, tries to explain what cats mean to human and realizes that this is a good chance to try experimenting with bringing something back to life and boom, one resurrected cat.

And naturally, he never bothers to name the cat, jawing on at his captive and only audience of one (1) anthropomorphized planet about how the person who owns the cat must choose a name that matches the personality and the cat is Alecto's now and fuck if she has the first foggy clue what to do with a cat, so the cat goes un-named.

Alecto, angry barbie doll that she is, doesn't realize that John screwed up monumentally when the cat doesn't eat, doesn't use anything resembling a litter box, and doesn't die because it's John's first real attempt it's an overpowered little shit and just kinda starts shadowing the only two living people left.

John promptly forgets about keeping an eye on the cat, and Alecto just lets the cat wander around, doing nothing to give it any attention and not even thinking of giving it any other aspect of "things living creatures need" because she's Earth and she just makes and consumes life, she doesn't manage it.

So 10,000 years later this cat is still kicking around, and along comes The Ninth for the new Lyctor trials and Griddle decides to absolutely fucking NOT be anywhere near Harrow if she can help it and winds up inadvertently stealing the cat's favorite napping spot for the last millennium and the cat, now being the Platonic Ideal of Cat, promptly does a "fuck you" and just lays on Gideon while she's asleep, and Gideon, Goth Jock Lesbian Himbo that she is, falls in love with this little night creature with disturbingly(affectionate) familiar behavior patterns.

The cat, experiencing actual human affection for the first time in 10k years, practically glues herself to Gideon's side. Harrow is, at first, absolutely, 100% against this little creature, but just like every cat-hating-dad on the Internet "secretly" falls in love and would kill everyone in the Empire and herself if anything bad happened to ickle Marrow and her beans.

Jod never sees Marrow 'cause she knows when to hide from Johny Abomination And The Lyctor 7 6 5 4 3, having learned to avoid being spotted during the first Lyctor Trials and having 10,000 years to perfect the craft, then when the Edenites airlift the non-Lyctor survivors out of there, they have acquired one (1) cradle beast that refuses to leave Gideon's body.

We don't actually see the cat again until Nona the Ninth. By this time little Marrow has bonded with Camilla/Palemedese (somehow knowing who's in charge of Cam's body at any given time and behaving differently for each) and the necromancer/cavalier don't really seem to notice that the cat doesn't need nearly as much Life™️ things as an animal normally would because they don't have the consistency of presence to notice. Nona somehow just knows that Marrow is a cat, but since she's got an innate understanding of cradle beasts she doesn't cotton to Marrow being at all unusual until after The Angel discovers Nona's drawing of a different cradle beast, and of course by then it's basically a running firefight/stealth-op/violent-revolution, and it isn't until Paul...instantiates and their memory merges that they finally start putting two and two together to get 48.

Marrow's just happy to finally be able to sit in Gideon/Kyriona's lap again, even if it's, at best, room temperature.

okie so griddlehark prompt: them adopting a little black cat?🥺 i love your art btw !!

sillies 🥺

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cutepastelstarsalior · 8 months ago

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Alter/voices in my head info

Vanya/white violin comic version

LOVE slipnot and korn

He/she lesbian

Miss klaus/ 4/Séance, consider them twins

Has telekinesis and use her powers to float or to make instruments play. Eyes turn pure white when powers are use

Gets extremely hyper and aggressive when listening to loud music

Use her powers to imagine killing people

Love to sing and use her telekinesis to play a one man song

Early 20s

Punk/caual aesthetic (camo cargo pants and white tang top)

“Front”/appears when hearing Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit

Calls jester/ruin a “clown fucker”

Has sharp teeth, and bite people

Tries to get me to rage, to express myself, to be loud and angry In a positive/justifiable way. Thinks to be strong is to fight back. Also tries to teach me to dance inside the head

Her domain is an old rundown theater that has graffiti surrounding it. In the center wall of the stage is an orange scenery of a tree and field in the sunset.

Apparently brought V/virgil out of hiding just by screaming the lyrics of not a vampire and also I’m not ok while going down the (inner) hallway where the less active voices live.

The one one that I can visualize the best out of

Luciano/Luci

A weird mix of an Italian mafia and an American cowboy??????

Bisexual he/him

Fat and had a red scrufffy beard, a cowboy hat, and a red plaid shirt, tan and has freckles.

Bluish-green eyes.

Calls Elizabeth “miss Elizabeth” or “miss Lizzy”

Tries to get me motivated and to take care of my body? Was weirdly base off those “alpha grind workouts motivation” videos.

Himbo golden retriever boy

Unknown age

Calls my dad “pa/pop” and my mom “ma”

The only one with an accent/can clearly hear his voice better then the others

Elizabeth

The inner caregiver

Long light brown hair, thin, green eyes and a green bow.

Call me and other honey or sweetheart

Bee and I’s mama

Likes to pick on Caleb sometimes

Unknown age

Smells like honey or tea

Likes to hum and sing

Soft and kind.

I think one of the early voices I heard? Or one that I remember hearing from my teenage years.

Caleb

Time management/helper

Talks and appears to me a lot :)

calls me “little one” sometimes

A very nice dad/big brother figure

Like coffe and read and just want to spend the day reading and relaxing by a fire with a hot drink

Has black short hair, orange eyes, sometimes black reading glasses, recently gain pale white and purple wings

Wear an overcoat and business casual.

Gets annoyed /stressed out a lot by the others.

Hates jester/ruin

Hated my dad call him “father”

Use proper tiles for family (grandmother instead of Grammy)

Bee

A kid

Age ranges from toddler to 10 year old

Blue hair and eyes

Like bears

Likes candy and sweet food

Call’s Elizabeth “mama” and Caleb “papa”

Doesn’t come out that much, but like to play and to watch cartoons

A sweet boy

Hard to tell if it’s me age regression or when is bee is taking

Jester/ruin

Calls me “starlight”

The one that came up with the rules “spin around when you’re in trouble. 2 and 4 are safe numbers”

Base of TSAMS eclipse

Is here to help find his and mine purpose in life.

Get angry/irritated when I DONT fallow the rules

Didn’t like vanya or Caleb

Theme song is under my skin by jukebox the ghost

Sometimes when he speak it sounds like him, sometimes it warps. Most active when I need to “not be contaminated”

Others voices (only made 1-2 appearances)

jack o moon (tsams)

Bloodmoon (tsams)

Killcode/casey (tsams)

Angel (a form of black tar and multiple eyes)

V/virgil (sanders sides)

A god name Leo

Aroua (davesprit + ardia person who is a follower of Leo)

#long post #my thoughts #voices in my head #alter intro #alter info #idk what to tag this as #questioning system #can voices in you’re head have appearance without it being DID?#pdid #13 people I heard/imagine but only 5 of them actually come back #peeps in my brain

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Yu-Gi-Oh Review Roundup: DM!

Favorite main character: Joey Wheeler

Okay, let me just fully reveal all of biases here: Heart of Gold, Dumb of Ass. Characters who have never experienced a single thought in their entire lives because their brain is too busy running Friendship.EXE 24/7. Real golden retrievers of people. I wanna look at a character and know that the only thing running around in their cavernous, empty skull is *sparkly heart emoji*

Joey Wheeler is perhaps the pinnacle of this thriving subspecies. I don’t know what more to say than that. He just makes me happy.

As someone also suffering from Chronic Dumbass Disorder, I always adore shows and media where idiots are included in the friend group. It’s very easy to preach love from a pulpit of Smart, Successful, Capable, Well Rounded Characters. But the character that’s allowed to screw up? To constantly be just shy of achievement, but never feels any angst for it, because they know it’s not what their friends love about them. It’s the reciprocal act of loving like an idiot. And that being enough.

Very good. 10/10. Inspiring to us fellow himbos.

Favorite antagonist: Marik Ishtar

And, at the complete opposite end of the Character Tropes I Go Bananas For scale: Maverick Blishtar.

While I’m a tad shy of the proper age to truly have nostalgia for DM, there’s no denying the sheer style the first series burst out of the gate with. And Marik is truly the pinnacle of Battle City Iconic. Amazing gender. The perfect blend of (then) contemporary street fashion and ancient egyptian iconography. He’s just. So fantastically yugioh.

And then, on top of that, he’s such a genuinely well grounded character, with a backstory and motives that feel very human, despite being about literally underground cults and ancient magic. Marik is, fundamentally, an angry, sheltered teenager, lashing out at the world with an anger too big for his age. You know: a teenager. As much as I adore villains like Pegasus and Kaiba, Marik manages to have the Campy Gay Villain Style while also being a very understandable, and surprisingly relatable, villain.

(And, quick note, my other character weakness, aside from Pure Of Heart, Dumb Of Ass, is any fictional character whose arc can remotely correlate to the struggles of living with depression. I just. Cannot stress enough how impactful it is to every version of myself as a Consumer Of Media. I’m cutting myself short here, because this is meant to be a quick review and I might make an essay on the topic someday, but I wanted to touch on it very lightly, because it is not only a major reason why I adore Marik, but it’s gonna come up in my reviews of these shows again and again. Yugioh is a show that depicts depressed characters in a way that just. Makes me feel felt. And that’s important for me to say.)

Favorite side character: Mai Valentine

Anyway, heavy stuff out of the way! Mai “Girl” Valentine, everyone!

She is very neat. :)

I mean, what more is there to say about a self sufficient, young woman who’s perfectly comfortable with her self, acts as a guiding older sister to the main friend group, and also rides a motorcycle??? Absolutely nothing. She is a lovely lass.

I mean, you could talk about how she is the first victim on yugioh female characters having their most interesting character development when they’re momentarily evil, which, yes, is not exactly the most feminist win. But! There’s too many overly long think pieces one could write about shonen anime girls, and that’s not what I’m setting out to do today! And besides, the pattern is more worthy of criticism than its individual examples. So, here’s your complimentary grain of salt. Now, back to my favorite harpy lady.

In her first duel, she claims to have esp, when in fact both fake-psychics and real-psychics are a dime a dozen in this world. You know what’s actually impressive??? Being able to pick out individual strains of perfume from a forty card deck that’s been doused in as many fragrances. Beating up an entire biker gang while also on a bike and by throwing pieces of cardboard as weapons. Spending days trapped in the shadow realm, surrounded on all sides by magical projections of her own loneliness and fear of rejection, then coming back to life and deciding to use this once in a lifetime opportunity to play the fun prank of temporarily faking her death and making her friends think she’s gone forever.

What a gal.

Favorite duel: Yami vs. Yugi

Probably my favorite thing about the entirety of DM. Yes, there are some fantastic duels in the series: Yugi vs Pegasus, Bakura vs. Yami Marik, Kaiba vs. Ishizu. But the final fight between Yami and Yugi is where I truly got yugioh.

I originally started watching yugioh as a time filler, something I could throw on in the background as a white noise while I sewed, or a wind-down right before I went to bed. While the characters were fun, and the monsters very cool and colorful, I found it very easy to zone out whenever duels took centerstage. I actually went digging through my old discord messages before writing this review, and found this quote, from myself, that really summarizes my thought on duels at the time:

But then I got to the finale. And everything clicked.

For once, I saw the card game as not just a brightly animated frame-filler, but an integral part of conveying the story. I wasn’t just waiting for Yugi to play enough turns until he could claim his inevitable victory; I was on the edge of my seat to see exactly how he would outmaneuver his opponent. And I genuinely cheered and gasped and got choked up watching it all unfold.

The finale fight was when I truly became invested in the card game aspect of yugioh, not just as a framework on which to hang the most insane anime worldbuilding, but as a truly unique way of delivering narrative that you can’t get anywhere else.

The time taken for deckbuilding does a lot to set up the duel. Yami and Yugi having to go through their shared card pool and picking out which card from the formerly homogeneous playstyle is truly theirs. Yami goes for the flashy monsters; the royalty, the big beasts, the cards he had a personal connection to in his past life. While Yugi has cutesy-er monsters that are more than meets the eye. The entire dramatic question of the finale is “Is that enough?”

Can those smol kidsy monsters match up to the King of Games partnership? Can they surpass it?

And then the actual duel, and the back and forth finishing of both arcs is wonderfully represented in the plays. The entire premise of this show started off with a vengeful ghost, violently punishing anyone who he can trick into a game, and now here he is, playing a fun game with a friend and actually enjoying himself. There’s gentle ribbing and friendly conversation during a duel for almost the first time. And yes, that’s mostly because all the opponents up till now have been villains trying to rob/murder people, but that goes even further to show how much Yami has grown! Because he used to be that villain dark magic baddie! Yami goes out with a smile and a thumbs up, happy to finally lose his crown.

On Yugi’s end of things, he proves that scrappy friendship he’s been touting around through the entire show can stand toe-to-toe with literal gods. And through Yami, he’s learned not only how to stand up for himself, but the technical skills of the game, leading to his victory. The Yami-Yugi dynamic is PERFECTLY summed up by the shiny, radiant god of the sun, equally matched (and eventually beaten!) by a pink marshmallow.

The Yami vs. Yugi fight is where I coined the phrase that has been guiding my principles in enjoying this franchise: The Rule Of Duel. That in any good yugioh fight, the game should strive to spend 50% of itself building and conveying character. And 50% of itself being PURE UNAPOLOGETICALLY AWESOME.

The closer a duel comes to that perfect Rule Of Duel ratio of 50/50, the closer it is to being the platonic ideal of yugioh story telling.

And by that metric, the Yami vs. Yugi fight is damn near perfect.

Favorite arc: Waking the Dragons

I know. I was surprised too.

At first, this choice was determined by process of elimination. Like I said, for most of its runtime, DM was very passive viewing for me, since I had yet to be bitten by the yugioh bug.

But as I started to think on it more, Waking The Dragons really is my favorite arc of the original show. Look, it has “dragons” in the title! That's like, a guarantee on 100% more dragons!

I think it’s in the fact that WtD feels like it has the least internal friction between the manga, the anime, and the 4kids dub. Probably because there isn’t a manga to conflict with. The americanized saturday morning cartoon feel isn’t fighting as harshly with the heavier tones, and rather, Dartz’s insane magic atlantis story feels just as natural as Seto Kaiba himself; ridiculous, over-the-top, and perfectly at home in the wild worldbuilding of the universe that runs on card games. Also, as a mythology nerd, this arc completely blindsided me by having a bunch of researched and under-utilized details about its Atlantis, like using Plato’s concentric ring city, non-greco-roman architecture, or the names of the dialogues for the arc’s dragon trinity.

Also, it’s some of my favorite character growth for Yami; forcing him to deal with consequences to his actions. Yugi and Yami are the central duo of the show, yet get very little story diving into their actual interactions and relationship. I really liked getting to see that dynamic explored, as well as Yami’s god-king complex brought down a peg. Good growth, good adventures, and just the thickest veneer of kids television charm.

Listen, sometimes, it’s not about the writing. It’s about how many dragons Seto Kaiba can summon before the building explodes.

Greatest strengths of the series:

Undeniably, its sheer style. Yugioh DM changed the entire definition of shonen drip. Its eclectic mix of occult, punk, and streetwear, with the sharp points of ink and eyeliner alike, really is something to behold. And applaud, seeing as how many works are still drawing influence from it, over two decades later. Duel Monsters really set the bar with such a strong visual identity and I think, without it, the series simply wouldn’t have grown into what it is today.

In terms of writing, the narrative bandies about a strong sense of duality, on what the “good” and “evil” parts of the self really contribute to as whole person. Marik is probably my favorite example, exploring whether that darkness in the soul should be eradicated, even at the cost of ones self.

And the answer is: it shouldn’t.

Obviously, Yami Marik is defeated because, come on, this is an action driven card game anime, but the idea that og Marik was willing to sacrifice himself to do it. Killing the thing inside you at any costs. Including your own life.

Don’t do it. Instead, focus on making as much of yourself the you that you want to see survive. Overtake the Yami. Preservation of the self is the most radical form of self care, yet also the most difficult and tiring decision one can make. And it’s worth making.

Because there’s always. Always. A chance to heal.

Weakest points:

Those narrative high points, however, do come few and far between. If I could levy one criticism against DM, (as a story, not a show) it’s that it’s long. And it sometimes lacks direction. You really feel as DM violently jerks back and forth between being a pg-horror, an advertisement, a kitschy adventure anime, and a saturday morning cartoon, like a confused bumper car on a rusty track. None of the elements are bad, but they’re all somewhat fighting with each other. They haven’t properly coalesced yet into anything more than the sums of their parts.

The duels haven’t hit their stride yet either. The fights are long, and they rarely feel like they convey anything more than twenty minutes of screentime with a three minute ad break. And there’s so many of them. For every Yugi vs Kaiba, there’s at least a dozen Yugi vs. Random Joe We Don’t Really Care About. Again, early days of the formula, this is very much a trial by fire that will go on to be the foundations of some of my favorite Yugioh Serotonin.

(Also, I have no idea what is actually going on in the final season and at this point I’m scared to ask.)

Most yugioh moment:

When Kaiba loses Battle City, and grumpily announces to everyone that he will now blow up the entire island. Then flying away in a giant dragon shaped jet.

(Kaiba actually contributes to 98% of The Most Yugioh moments in the entire franchise, so I’ve disqualified him from any future runnings but. I can’t deny him his crown, not when I’m standing amidst the landscape of his kingdom.)

#yugioh #yugioh dm #yugioh duel monsters #yu-gi-oh!#yu-gi-oh #ygo #ygo dm #spk's ygo reviews #essays #review #yugi mutou #seto kaiba #marik ishtar #yami yugi #mai valentine #joey wheeler

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The Heavy Bakery - Kanami Profile

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Name: Kanami Oomori (“she who has the power to help”) Her “romanized name” while she was in USA was Kassia.

Age: Late 20’s (27)

Birthday: 25/10 (Scorpio)

Height: 1,70 (5′7′’)

Weight: 70kg (154 pounds)

Description: Buff woman, amazon-type, with nice face and hips. Straight caramel hair color. Has green eyes descripted as “like acid”, “that make holes in your soul”.

Hobbies: Practice Muay-Thai and Boxing, Running or Strolling through the park, taking some photos. At home she likes to try new recipes while listening to music and singing. Has a all-black gold-eyed cat called Medeyami (lit. “Darnkess with eyes”), Mede-chan for shorts.

Ocupation: Owner and Cook of a small but prosperous bakery, next to Yamashita Co’s Block, called OomoiBekari (”The Heavy Bakery”). Specialized in breakfast/brunch, cakes, sweets and shakes/smoothies. They thought of also selling ice cream, but gave up on that.

Trivia:

Actually Bissexual, but prefer men.

Some of the nicknames her friends give her are She-hulk (by Hiro), Gentle Giant (by Tomori, although she is not giant) and The Amazon (by Lihito and the four idiots).

Lived for 5 years in USA with her parents, and was in university at that time there.

Likes comfortable clothes, but in the feminine side. Hates high heels tho, because make her even taller and menacing that she usually is. Prefer combat-type boots.

Half Japanese Half American, and was actually her mother side who gave her the buff biotype.

Does not stand back from injustice and have opinions as strong as her fists. Has a command voice too, when needed.

Is graduated in Culinary arts, specialized in Pastries, but loves everything about cooking and preparing meals, even non-orthodox ones, like game meat and foraging-type meals.

Because of that, her favourite character in OP is Zeff Red-Leg, Sanji’s adoptive father, and a little of Sanji himself because of identification with his cooking skills.

Has a kink for Himbos. Some friends call her “dumbsexual” but not true, it’s the innocence-airhead-vibes that always get her protection instincts on fire. (I WANT TO PROTECC THIS S/O SO BADLY!)

Can’t handle alcohol so well. Gets sloppy and angry. No good.

Has a soft side and is protective with all people she likes, regardless of her own safety.

She lived in a discrict quite close of the “Inside”, and because of that, her family was constantly bothered by bandits and mafia, even having to pay “taxes” for protection. She always were frustrated, that’s why she learned to fight, because she wanted to protect everyone and to have no need to low her head for douchebags anymore.

Allies/Friends:

Hiroki Takeshi, takes care of the cash register, is Kanami’s friend since high school. He’s a charming, jokester, flamboyant guy but with a sincere personality, sometimes he can be a little nosy. Charismatic but tends to be manipulative. Gay. Calls her by Kana-chan (or Kanny). Have a evil and cunning smile that granted him the nickname “Satan’s Spawn” by Kanami. Not-so-Secretly has a green thumb and lots of plants at home.

Tomori Uta, another cook of the Bakery. Is also 27 and made Gastro as Kana, but in Japan instead of USA. She’s actually descripted as “cute and shortie” woman. Is a Hiper fan of Professional Fights as MMA, Wrestling and UFC, and “eats beefy men for breakfast”, as Hiro jokes. Acts like a Fangirl sometimes, but that runs strong in her family. Calls her by Kana-kun ou Kana-chan (Kana). As Herself having a sweet tooth, her speciality are cookies and little sweets/candies.

Jiki Paikon, the Janitor. Misterious middle-age man, always drinking and sleeping in workin’ hours, but as he is always doing his job (no one knows how), they leave him be. Calls her by Oomori-sama (Miss Oomori)

Tomoyo Haruhi, the waitress. Soft, cute and chill girl, 16 years, at high school. Works part-time and loves to stroll everywhere with her roller-skates, even inside the Bakery (which is in theme with the 50′s vibes of the bakery). Calls her by Oomori-san or Kanami-san (Miss Oomori or Miss Kanami).

Kanami:

The Bakery workers

Some sketches of their shennannigans:

Heavy Bakery floor plant sketch:

And has this vibe of decorarion:

That’s all you need to know about my Kenganverse Oc’s before we start the Fanfiction =)

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#heavybakery #kengan omega #kengan ashura #kenganverse #fanfiction #oc x canon #my oc #i'm a character designer #love this stuff #know my babies #ohma tokita #tokita ohma #ohma x oc #kengan oc

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lostbbygorl · 4 years ago

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EREN AND CARLA IN A MODERN AU:

✨ Everyone's favorite mom and son duo

✨ Their personality difference is honestly so heartwarming like-

✨ Eren was Carla's rock when Grisha left her

✨ Eren bitches about Grisha and insults him infront of Carla to which she responds angrily but on the inside she's giggling because angry, protective Eren is ADORABLE

✨ Eren randomly buys Carla miniature things and Carla cherishes ever single one of them

✨ Eren is the mama's boy you would actually wanna date

✨ Like he respects his mom on every level and he does get pampered but at the same time he's independent and strong ya know

✨ Carla has to sit through all of Eren's rambles when he starts obsessing over something

✨ Like when middle school Eren got starry eyed talking about Iron Man, Carla had to restrain herself from pinching his cheeks

✨ Eren LOVES LOVES LOVES making Carla laugh

✨ He's the kind of son who would come back from basketball practice all sweaty and hug their mom just to piss her off. Carla always smack him when he does that

✨ He just loves affection from Carla in general

✨ He just feels like a baby sometimes so he randomly bursts into Carla's room and plops down on her lap

✨ He tells Carla the DARKEST fucking jokes knowing she's gonna feel bad for laughing

✨ Again, Eren wants his mom happy

✨ Definitely pops in at her office to check on her if she's working too late with snacks

✨ Eren maybe a 19 year old rage machine, but he's still holding Carla's hand when they cross the street or when they go to the supermarket

✨ Spamming Carla with memes >>>>>>>> doing homework

✨ Carla loves baking so Eren develops a major sweet tooth

✨ They bake together and Eren makes a mess but at least yall are having fun ig

✨ Kisses her cheek before heading off to college

✨ The one kid who makes all the other kids jealous with their lunch

✨ Carla still has all of Eren's crayon drawings

✨ She dreads her birthdays because she knows Eren is going APESHIT with the presents

✨ "Only the best for mommy"- Ereh

✨ Like this one time he bought a Gucci purse for her and it's her fave purse BUT DAMMIT EREN IT WAS 2500 BUCKS YOU COULD FEED 10 KIDS WITH THAT

✨ Carla seriously contemplates keeping all her relationships a secret from Eren becuz the second he hears his mom has a new man in his life Eren is going full on Jake Peralta

✨ He has to interrogate them and stalk them on social media

✨ On the up side: he managed to find out that Carl Berkowitz cheated on his ex wife so Carla isn't dating him, and he also managed to find out that Chris McDonald has a criminal record so Carla has him crossed out too

✨ "Why is every man you work with at the office such garbage?"

✨ Carla turns every girl Eren ever brought home gay LMFAAOOO

✨ Eren always teases Carla for being so short

✨ Eren DEFINITELY spins Carla around for no reason

✨ Carla always has fucking palpitations cuz her himbo son gets into fights alot and he has bruises one way or another

✨ Overall, they are a power duo

#carla yeager #carla jaeger #eren aot #eren yeager #aot modern au #snk modern au

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cinnella · 1 year ago

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Thanks for the tag, Mishy mish!!

Now let's see..

Favorite OC: That would have to be Mungo Auernheimer. While I love all of my ocs and they all hold a special place in my heart and are simultaneously parts of me, he will always resonate with me. I love my little gremlin boy.

Newest OC: Thaaaaat would have to beee, by process of elimination, Ivian. An oc I created during the dabloon era of tiktok (so short lived too..)

Oldest OC: God knows if I remember the OLDEST one. But the one I can recall that I made as a preteen is Arinaki Nevora aka Nightshadow, a furry anthro cannibal cat... Yeah, I was into that back then.

Meanest OC: Ginger. She's a short, pale, red haired, green eyed lil bitch that has a vendetta against everyone, doesn't know how to properly communicate her feelings and regularly bullies everybody.

Softest OC: Libelle Abrams. My sweet chubby baby girl. She's soft reincarnate. If there was a textbook definition of the word 'soft', she'd be the description and photo of it.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Mason. He loves his space, he isn't very keen on maintaining friendships, and can be too straightforward and harsh with his words at times.

Dumbest (affectionate) OC: Syro Beeks. Big, dumb and lovable. Like a giant puppy. A himbo. But also angry.

Smartest OC: Hard to say. I don't make many of them smart as hell (HAHSJDBNF). If we think academically, a demon oc by the name of Michael. He's extremely knowledgeable. If we think street smarts, Mungo again.

OC I'd be friends with: All of them! But I know for a fact that either Eris Zaramoza/Sebastian would be my best friends. Eris is kind, sweet, but she's chaotic, right up my alley. Sebastian is attentive and funny and corny but in a sweet friendly way. I'd love to have both of them on my side!

Tagging whoever wants to do it!

OC Tag Game

Thank you so much @brother-genitivi for the tag!

Favorite OC: My favourites continuously change for various. Maybe their a new oc, maybe they just bring me comfort. I can't always decide on one.

Newest OC: Nolee. She's going to be my player character for Baldur's gate 3

Oldest OC: Tari, my apprentice for the Arcana game. I do miss posting about her sometimes.

Meanest OC: It's a toss up between Mara Tabris and Lysander. Mara is usually outspoken so sometimes she says whatever is on her mind. Lysander does not like people.

Softest OC: Tari. She's a healer proficient in light magic. She's incredibly kind and cheerful. She's got a sweet tooth and cries when being yelled at.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Valona Lavellan. Due to her magic, the trauma of her sisters leaving her and her struggles with perfectionism, she can come off as reserved and cold.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Asher Hawke. This boy is not the brightest staff in the circle, but he makes up for it with his sweet personality.

Smartest OC: A toss up between Valona and Lysander. Valona spends all her free time studying, and Lysander is the prodigy son of one of the most prominent magician families in his home countries.

OC I’d Be Friends With: A lot of my oc's would try to be friends with me. Asher and Tari would try to get me involved in conversations and activities, Nolee would be such a comforting ear to confide in, and Buyi is just a fun person to hang around.

Tagging @cinnella @armallo-and-roul @breadedsinner @herecomesbooboothefool @kal-sharok @borednschooled and anyone else who would like to participate!

#ocs #mine #eris zaramoza #syro beeks #libelle abrams #mungo auernheimer

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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OOOOO okok.... kirishima with a darling who’s his study partner by chance (college) and he just like,,, falls in love with them! but she have a boyfriend so :(((( but he decides the best idea is the take her by the hair and “lovingly” fuck his new little girlfriend, even though the cries pouring out her mouth are anything but... and he just. forces her to be his girlfriend and you’re just miserable babey

Bro bro bror bror b rorr bor rbro rbo

Prelude - He’s like a stereotypical jock, but is super kind and friendly and just a big HIMBO lololol.

Pairing - Kirishima X Reader

Prompt - At the top

Warnings - NSFW, full non-con here folks. Kirishima doesn’t let reader tell him no. That is NOT cool y’all. Consent is always required.

Music - https://youtu.be/2k5w6eTxGXk

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You’re good at most subjects but this one just really flies over your head. When you went to the teacher, she paired you up with the only other person in the class that seemed to be having trouble, Kirishima. The teacher figured that the two of you could work through the material together.

You didn’t mind. Kirishima seemed like a decent guy, even though he was very physically intimidating. He was on the football team, built like a literal brick wall, but his personality was sunshine and rainbows. The man always greeted you with the brightest smile when you showed up to study.

For the most part, the two of you struggled to get work done. Kirishima could do no more than three problems before getting frustrated or bored, and he’d start making funny faces at you, maybe kick your shins underneath the table to get you to pay attention to him. When you finally looked up to see him with his face contorted in the weirdest way possible, you’d burst out laughing. That’s how the two of you got kicked out the library for a month, had to meet at a coffeeshop to study.

Kirishima liked coffee so sweet that it made you sick, almost gagging after taking a sip of his drink when he offered. Likewise, Kirishima couldn’t stand your tea, said it tasted like “old lady water” and needed sugar. You learned a lot about each other, and eventually reached the point were you would consider the two of you to be friends.

You were friends. Until he decided you weren’t`

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Today you two are in the library, both of you struggling over your worksheets. A tapping on your shoulder alerted you to the presence of your boyfriend, and you were promptly hopping to your feet, smiling and hugging your boyfriend. He wanted to come see you, spend his lunch break together, so you had told him to meet you in the library, where you and Kiri had rented a study room.

“Midoriya! Hi baby.”

With a kiss on the cheek, your boyfriend was b lushing, pulling out a chair at the table so he could sit down. “Hey, who’s this?”

He was gesturing to Kirishima, who was glaring at your boyfriend. That was odd. Usually the redhead had no problem meeting new people, maybe he was just grumpy because he was trying to study?

“Oh, this is my study buddy, Kiri. Kiri, this is my boyfriend, Midoriya!” Midoriya nodded at Kirishima, and Kiri gave a flick of his head in return, before hunching over to scribble furiously at his paper. Yeah, he was definitely irritated at having his studying interrupted. Unusual, but you figured you should be supportive of the redhead taking his studies seriously.

“Hey babe, let’s go eat out in the courtyard - I don’t wanna make Kiri uncomfortable.”

Your boyfriend nodded, getting up from the seat he had just plopped down in, before giving a sheepish wave to the as the two of you exited the room.

“I’ll be back, sorry!”

you whisper-yelled to Kirishima before the door swung shut.

There was small talk as you and your boyfriend made your way to the pretty courtyard of the college, filled with flowering trees and cozy benches for couples (like yourselves) to sit on.

It was peaceful, sitting there, chatting with your boyfriend while he shared his sandwich with you. He was working as an intern for a big engineering company, and you could tell he was happy about his work as he animatedly recounted what he had done so far that day, pausing every now and then to gulp down a bite of sandwich.

But as all good things must end, your boyfriend had to leave after his lunch break was up, checking the time on his watch and gasping as he realized he had spent way too much time talking to you.

He apologized profusely for his abrupt exit, giving you a brief, slightly messy press of his lips against yours before he gathered his bag, shoving the rest of his sandwich into his mouth. Midoriya waved, skipping backwards, making you chuckle when he tripped and almost fell.

You loved your boyfriend, thought of yourself as the luckiest girl for getting together with the kindest, sweetest man you had ever met.

——

Returning to the private study room, You were surprised to see Kirishima still hunched over his paper, still scratching out numbers. His grip was white-knuckled on the pencil.

“Uh, Kiri? You okay dude?”

“Yeah, it’s whatever, I’m fine.” He didn’t sound fine. The man sounded angry.

Figuring he just maybe needed some space, you shrugged “... I need to go get a book real quick. Need anything?”

“No.” Was his short reply.

Kirishima was normally a bubbly, friendly person. Why was he so irritated all of a sudden? Did this have something to do with your boyfriend interrupting the study session?

You pondered over this as you walked through the shelves, partly glad that you weren’t having to dodge other students. You and Kiri usually choose times that the library was relatively empty, just in case the redhead made you choke in laughter again.

Finding the aisle your book should be in, you meandered slowly to the end, scanning the shelves. Ah! There it was, on one of the higher shelves - but luckily you could still reach if you went on your tippy-toes.

A big hand slipped around your waist, and suddenly you felt cool air on your backside, as if someone had flipped up the edge of your skirt. You tried to whirl around, smack whichever dumb idiot thought it’d be funny to feel you up, but you were pushed up against the bookshelf before you had the chance, shelf almost rattling with the force.

“Hey—!” Another hand clamped over your mouth, smothering your rather loud protest. The giant hand covered more than half of your face, and you couldn’t help but gasp. Was this really happening? Were you really about to get groped by some meathead senior?

“I’m really disappointed (Y/N).”

Wait.

“I thought what we had was special, thought that I was the only one you looked at like that. That hurts.”

Kirishima?

The hand on your waist dipped lower, and yup - he had flipped your skirt up, was running his hand the top of your panties, feeling the fabric between his fingers. You struggled - tried to kick back, headbutt him, twist out of his grip - but the man was too big. He slipped a finger underneath the elastic waistband of your panties, pulled it back, let it go so it could snap against your skin; make you flinch.

“Newsflash (Y/N), your ‘boyfriend’ doesn’t actually love you. You could do so much better than a little Twink like him. You need a real man, someone who can take care of you and give you what you need, give you anything you want.” What was he talking about? The hand at your mouth was clamping your jaw shut, putting so much pressure against the lower half of your face that you couldn’t even open your mouth, just let out angry whines. When his other hand traveled around to the front of your body, dancing over the flesh of your hip, you wiggled, trying to put up a fight. It was useless.

Kirishima shoved his hand down your panties, groaning lowly into your ear when his fingers grazed the tuft of curls above your pussy, before dipping further down to stroke gently over your folds. You shivered, angry whines giving way to distressed whimpers, wanting to yell, scream for the librarian that you knew was at their desk.

You were hanging on his arm, trying to pull his giant hand away from your face, but there was no point. The man spent hours in the gym, building up his muscles to make him better at football, and it coincidentally made him better at holding you against his body while he slipped a finger into your now-wet cunt.

The side of his thumb was flicking at your clit, his middle finger slowly dragging across your walls. You held back a groan when it thrusted in deeper, passing by your g-spot on the way in. Kirishima noticed.

“Did you get tired of waiting for me to make a move? So needy for a cock to fill you up that you ran and got a boyfriend?” What? You shook your head no, but his fingers clenched down tighter over your face, and you froze in pain. “I was gonna be so romantic for you, get a bunch of flowers and one of those big stuffed bears. Ask you to be my girlfriend. But you just couldn’t wait, could you? Had to go and ruin everything.”

His voice was low, his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver as he whispered, practically growling. You had never seem him irritated, let alone angry. You were scared. Another finger slipped into your pussy, and you keened, scrabbling at his arm at the sudden stretch. Kiri snickered.

“Gonna have to take a few more to get you ready for me babe, I’m not a little stick like your stupid excuse for a ’boyfriend’.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. You loved Midoriya, had ever since you met him. He was shy and nervous, but he was also sweet. Midoriya would never treat you like this, would always ask if you wanted to make each other feel good, ask before he so much as looked at you. Kirishima was a brute.

Another finger entered you, and while the stretch stung, you also felt pleasantly full. His thumb was still moving over your clit, and with a muffled wail your hips twitched in the air, grinding down on his thumb as you suddenly came.

Kirishima didn’t stop. He huffed out a quiet laugh, gave your a wet kiss against your neck. “See? Knew you were meant for me. I love you baby, gonna make you feel so good.”

Blinking, you were trying to come down from the height of your pleasure, flinching away from Kiri as his fingers slipped out of you. Oh god, you didn’t want him to keep going. Muffled cries left your lips, desperately trying to get Kirishima to stop, slow down, please wait, but the man was determined. Your panties were pulled to the side, and something big nudged against your entrance.

“Sorry baby-“ Kiri grunted, beginning to inch his way inside your tight pussy. “You’re just so sexy ’n pretty, can’t hold myself back.”

The mushroom head of his cock popped past your opening, and you squealed in pain. You were wailing behind his hand, and the man could feel the tears dripping onto his fingers as he held your mouth shut, could feel your lips moving as you cried “Stop, stop! Hurts, oh god Kiri it hurts.“

“Shit, baby I’m sorry, ‘m sorry.” Without moving, you heard the sound of him spitting, and then felt his hand bump against where he was connected to you. He had spit in his palm, and was the rest of his girthy cock with the slickness, practically jerking himself off into your cunt. You cried harder.

“Shh, shhh it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you. You’ll get to cum again, don’t worry. Bet your shrimpy little bitchboy never had you cumming twice, did he?” His voice turned sour at the end of his sentence, filled with venom at the mere mention of your boyfriend.

Kirishima moaned, wet hand coming to rest on your hip as he slowly, slowly began inching forward, forcing his cock into your body. It still hurt, but not as much as it had at first - the slide easier with the addition of the man’s spit. It felt like he was pushing himself in forever, his cock could’ve been in your throat by the time his balls pressed flush against you

. He was bottomed out, and you were gasping, struggling to suck in air around your sobs and his giant hand. The redhead stilled, allowing the two of you to adjust to the sensation. While he waited, Kiri brought his hand up to your hair, sweeping it away from your neck so he could kiss the tender flesh their, hair still in his fist.

“You’re so good for me, look at you takin’ all of my cock. Fuck, fuck - you feel so warm.” He whined between kisses, pulling your hair to tilt your head back as he kissed towards the front of your neck. You shivered as the pain zinged through your scalp, sharp and prickly.

The man pressed up behind you had waited long enough. With no warning, he drew back his hips - cock sliding out of you. He was so /big/. You wished he had prepared you more, at least then you wouldn’t be sore as he pressed back into you, setting up a rhythm of slow, long thrusts.

He was pulling your head back by your hair, making your head rest against his shoulder against your will, your hands still clutching desperately at his arm. Shoved against the bookshelf like this wasn’t very comfortable, but neither was getting your pussy wrecked by a man twice your size.

Gradually, Kiri’s pace increased, your pussy working to lubricate itself and making each rapid thrust end with a squelching sound and the slap of his plump balls against the top of your clit. Truthfully, Midoriya had never fucked you this good, but you were fine with the young man’s sexual ability. He would finish inside you, then lick out his cum until you were squirming and writhing on his tongue, and then Midoriya suck at your clit, shove his fingers into you and fuck you fast until you squirted, leaving the both of you in bliss.

Kirishima had carnal desire, sucking dark marks into the column of your throat, accidentally tugging your hair on each thrust, making you climb further onto your tiptoes to try and alleviate the pressure. He was getting rougher, throaty moans being punched out of him on each thrust - the man tried to quiet himself down by burying his face into the crook of your neck, biting down onto your skin. It just made you sob harder, the pain and pleasure mixing and sending you hurtling towards another orgasm.

And then he slammed into you so hard that your feet lifted off the ground, your body held up by his hand in your hair and the cock filling your pussy. A wail escaped you, his hand silencing it, and you came, twitching in the big man’s hold.

“Oh, fuck, oh my god baby you’re so amazing oh my god, oh my god-“ Your toes brushed against the ground again. Kirishima was slouching his back so he could pummel into your smaller form even harder, babbling into your shoulder as his hips stuttered when he reached his own orgasm.

You sobbed as you felt his warmth filling your insides.

Kirishima stayed there, leaning his head against your shoulder while he sucked in air, breathing raggedly. On every sob, you could feel his length inside you, and you were so disgusted.

His breathing evened out. Your sobbing quieted down into measly sniffles. Kiri let go of your hair, scratching at your scalp to alleviate the stinging sensation that he knew he must’ve caused by pulling on the strands.

“I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth now, can you be quiet for me?” You nodded, and the brushing grip was released from your face.

You stayed silent, hand coming up to massage at your jaw where his big fingers had dug into the tender flesh.

“Good. Wanna go back to my dorm to clean up?”

Shaking your head, you barely choking out a panicked “N-no!”, almost forgetting to be quiet in your haste to respond. Kirishima sighed behind you, pressing his chest against your back as he did so.

“Baby, I said I was gonna take care of you. I wanna take care of you. We’re going back to my dorm.”

He slowly slipped out of you, wincing as the air hit his dick. With his length leaving you empty, Kiri smoothed your panties back into pale, then wiped his cock on the underside of your skirt before tucking it back into his pants. You wished you hadn’t chosen a skirt that morning when you were getting dressed.

Without another word, Kiri gently turned you around to face him, his eyes filled with a warmth that they always seemed to hold whenever the two of you locked eyes during a study session. His big arms encircled you, pulling you into his broad chest as he squeezed, the hug surprisingly gentle, almost calming. It would have been an amazing hug, if only the man hadn’t raped you beforehand.

A jacket was being wrapped around the bottom half of your legs, Kiri securing it so that you wouldn’t flash anyone when he picked you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style. You rubbed at your eyes, trying to scrub away the tears as your ex-friend carried you towards the library exit, smiling down at you fondly.

“I love you, you know that? I’m gonna take such good care of you baby.” You ignored him.

“And don’t worry about your old boyfriend, I’m going to talk to him and break the news that you aren’t interested in him anymore. You’ve got something much better now.”

#yandere #yandere oneshot #oneshot #one sided attraction #one sided love #friendzone #yandere kirishima #yandere kirishima eijirou #kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #mha kirishima #kirishima x reader #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere kiri #bnha kirishima #kirishima smut

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bungeenomin · 4 years ago

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DELINQUENT- JAEMIN X Y/N SOCIAL MEDIA AU {22}

you have always had a really big conscience. honestly, you aren’t sure if it’s a good or a bad thing. obviously, it helps you be a good person. always listening to your conscience and trying to do right. on the other hand, when things don’t go one hundred percent right, you spend a long time dwelling on mistakes and decisions.

that’s exactly what you’re doing now, as you turn over in bed yet again, staring at your digital clock to see it’s 11:48 am, and all you can think about is how you pissed na jaemin off. what’s he going to do? how will he change his attitude towards you? how angry is he? is he upset?

all these thoughts bounce around in your head but are interrupted as you jump and hide under the covers, a squeak leaving your lips in the process. as well as always having a conscience, you have always been petrified of thunder and lightening and right now, you don’t think you’ll get a wink of sleep tonight between your mind being in overdrive and the thunder and lightening taking over the night.

you don’t know what you’re thinking when you get up out of bed. you don’t know what you’re thinking when you leave your room. you don’t know what you’re thinking when you knock on his door. you don’t know if you’re thinking at all.

“y/n?” a sleepy looking messy haired jaemin questions, confused as to what exactly it is you’re doing at his door at midnight on a monday night.

“j-jaemin i know you’re really mad at me and i’m super sorry i really am but i-” a scream falls from your mouth at another loud crash of thunder, “i’m really really scared of thunder, can i please stay with you?”

jaemin is honestly baffled. all you do is complain about him, miss tutoring sessions without even telling him, and now here you are, at his door shaking asking can you stay here. “uh, sure?” jaemin replies, moving out of your way, surprised by how fast you run passed him and into the room.

jaemin furrows his eyebrow when he see’s you sitting on the floor, your arms wrapped around your knees, your body both shaking from fear and coldness, as you’re pyjama shorts and tshirt don’t allow for much heat on a night like this. “there’s room in here” jaemin says, genuinely serious, as he gets back into his bed.

“absolutely not” you scoff from your position on the floor, “i’ll sleep here, on the carpet”

“suit yourself” jaemin rolls his eyes, “here” he says, tossing you one of his hoodies, oversized on jaemin and surely huge on you. “you look freezing” he mumbles before tucking himself in under the sheets.

there’s a few minutes of extremely, extremely awkward silence. the only sound filling the room being you and jaemin’s breathing, and the rain pounding against the window. this time, when the thunder sounds, you scream, hiding your face with your hands.

“y/n just come up here, you’re not going to sleep on a carpet with this storm”

“jaemin no i-”

“y/n stop being so stubborn, i’m not going to try anything. i wouldn’t call you wetting yourself because of a storm in any way sexy” jaemin sighs, pulling up the bed sheets for you to climb under, which after much hesitation, you did.

once again, a very awkward silence washes over the two of you. from being at each other’s throats, to laying in bed together, things are a little weird. “shouldn’t you be banging on sungchan’s door?” jaemin questions

“huh?”

“why did you come to me, and not sungchan?”

“well you’re right beside me, and you don’t have a roommate either. why would i go to sungchan in the first place?”

“just a question” jaemin replies simply.

both of your attentions are drawn to jaemin’s bedside table, when he gets a text notification. “can you just check who it is?” jaemin asks, clearly not bothered to lean over you and check.

a small smile forms on your face when you see the message. “mama said goodnight nana with a red love heart”

jaemin groans after you read out the message, embarrassed that you saw that side of him. “erase that from your memory”

“is that what your mom calls you? nana?”

“yes” jaemin sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“it’s cute. can i call you that too?” you nervously ask.

“no. only my mom and my br-” jaemin is interrupted by two screams filling the room at the sound of thunder.

a small giggle escapes your lips. “na jaemin did you just scream because of the thunder?”

“no” jaemin scoffs, “i did it so you wouldn’t feel left out”

“sure” you giggle, pleasantly surprised by how not irritating jaemin is being tonight, especially after what you did today.

“i’m really really sorry about today jaemin. i really am. i promise it won’t happen again” you say, genuinely sorry for bailing on him.

jaemin sighs softly, a small yawn leaving his lips. “it’s fine y/n, just don’t do it again. now come on, try and get some sleep, it’s late” jaemin yawns again. what you weren’t expecting was jaemin to wrap his arm around you and pull you close to him by the back. you don’t know why you’ve done a lot of things tonight, and you certainly don’t know why you say nothing about jaemin’s actions. you also don’t know why it feels so nice. you know jaemin’s a flirt, but you know that his arm isn’t around you right now to try and get with you. jaemin knows you’re scared, and you know he clearly is a little bit too, so you know that arm is for comfort. for both of you. it’s nice.

jaemin is quick to fall asleep, clearly tired after the day. you lay there comfortably, eyes closed and with jaemin’s arm around you. you shove one of your cold hands into the pocket of the hoodie you’re wearing, jaemin’s hoodie, trying to heat it up. to your surprise, your hand lands on a small piece of paper. curiosity taking the better of you, you decide to see what it is. you can’t hold back the smile that takes over your face when you read what’s on the piece of paper. it’s a receipt. a receipt for a brown bear, and a valentines day card.

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genre: boarding school!au badboy!au fluff smut angst

warnings: drinking, smoking

summary: when your boarding school is forced to close, you and your friends move to the next nearest boarding school, neo high. you’re full of nerves as you enter the school. will your roommate be nice? your classmates? the teachers? but what happens when the only other person with a single room, situated beside yours, is the boy you can only describe as a delinquent that knocked all your books on the floor after running into you in the hallway?

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