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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

hey so i heard you're not really writing anymore and i'm really sorry to hear that even tho i've only been looking through ur works recently and ur stories are like an escape from reality so i just wanted to say thx for helping me get through some stuff <333333

Fingers crossed that I’ll return because I love writing and knowing that my little scribbles make someone happy makes me happy. But in this part of my life I barely have time for myself and as much as I love creating fictional stories, it requires that said time. And my body is already running on 90% of anxiety.

[inkykeiji]

<3

[shivada-jade]

Flourine Uranium Nitrogen Potassium and Ytterbium without the B

it's been a hot minute 🤩🤩 hello again

character: albedo warnings: swearing summary: albedo hates your guts 🤬🤬 frigg ur volcano

albedo isn't fond of you.

he doesn't like your smile. he doesn't like your friends. he doesn't like you. he isn't fond of you at all. to be frank, he hates your guts.

and why?

simple: you beat him at the grade three science fair with your lousy volcano experiment. how did your lame volcano come first place when he had the full theoretical study on space and life around? he doesn't know. perhaps the teacher thought he copy pasted it off from wikepedia (maybe)

but he can't get rid of you unlike many other things in life. you're a pest. 'a menace to the study of science,' he likes to say with a little scoff while strapping on goggles to his face.

he hates how you're now sitting next to him in chemistry class.

⭐

he stares at the ticking clock, filtering out the lecture from his ears. he already knows the material. so he draws. the mechanical pencil glides across the blank papers made for notes, creating small inventions in his head.

a time travel machine would be cool to make, no?

he crosses out the multiple ideas of possible chemical compounds that could work for his silly little idea.

"psst," an annoying voice whispered.

"PSSSST," it whispered loudly.

albedo physically stopped himself from rolling his eyes, "what?"

"what did the teacher just say? i didnt get it..."

"he said that according to alexander hamilton, there is no way a bee should be able to fly."

and that was that. he didn't respond to your pestering anymore and focused on his own "notes".

⭐

albedo almost left the campus without his notebook. he scurried back to his classroom, practically running. he almost shaved his hair off when he saw his desk, and on his desk was his notebook with a bright green sticky note stuck on it.

"you're a bitch <333333 sincerely, your one and only" it said with an excessive amount of hearts drawn everywhere. he massaged the temple of his head and ripped the note off. he definitely knew who the note was from.

he took his note pad and pulled a paper out and drew an unflattering picture and left a few words. he folded it into a paper crane and left it on your desk.

⭐

you arrived to your chem early to make up for a lab project you missed last week. to your pleasant surprise, a small oragami rested on your table. a gift perhaps? you picked it up and played around with it. you wanted to make your own oragami and learn from how this person made it. you unfolded it carefully, and slowly see pencil scratched covering the crane. you grew curious and unveiled the picture.

it was a drawing of someone throwing the middle finger to you.

"to the person who sent me the lovely note yesterday, Flourine Uranium Carbon and Potassium. Space. Uranium. :)"

when you got the symbols of the elements you clench your fists. it's on.

⭐

with every crane that albedo sent back to his lovely penpal, albedo's bag was now full of bright green stickies. he didnt have to motivation to throw any away. the little note passing became habitual to the point where he wondered if you were okay when he had no sticky note.

"you like them."

"i beg your pardon?" albedo stared down at kaeya indifferently. his pen never left the paper.

kaeya lazily positioned himself on the bench next to albedo, droning on reasons why albedo likes his proclaimed nemesis. "you hate them, but make an effort to send them notes back?"

"it's all telling them to piss off."

kaeya smiled sweetly, but albedo knew it was sarcastic. "your face goes all swoony when you receive one. your cousin told me."

"and you're going to believe klee?" albedo raised a brow.

"klee never lies."

"kaeya, she's... ten or something."

"klee never lies," he holds on to the statement.

albedo raised a hand and furrowed his brows, "wait, wait, wait. how do you even know klee?"

his friend toyed with a gold coin and laughed, "wow you really don't care about me huh, bedo? i told you a month ago! you were too busy sending your hate letters back." kaeya muttered the last part.

"well then? how do you know her?"

the flashy blue haired man yawned, "im her ballet instructor, remember?"

albedo went back to drawing. "right. i keep forgetting. i still have not a clue how you made it to internationals with that lousy posture of yours."

"my posture is great if i want it to be," kaeya defends himself. there was a lull after he stopped speaking. he observed the people around him. some run in the park playing frisbee; some sat on blankets, eating from a basket; some painting on an easel, capturing the life of the people in the park.

kaeya did a double take at the painter. they looked familiar. slyly, he whistled out, sounding uncaring, "hey, isn't that your chem buddy you hate."

albedo's head snapped up. his eyes fixated on the painter. his face broke into a tiny smile.

"IS THAT A SMILE?" kaeya shoved himself in front of albedo's face. he pinched his cheeks and laughed, "you're in love oh my gfhodsddshfhdfsdsffdsf!!"

albedo's face turned into a blank slate again. he shoved kaeya off and went back to sketching.

"look, you're even sketching them." kaeya added with a smug grin.

to albedo's horror, kaeya was being truthful. each feature on your face was presice on the sketch.

albedo shook his head and flipped to the next page on his sketch book. no way he likes you. he hates you, and will always hate you.

he turned back to the sketch of you and bit the bottom of his lip.

well shit.

maybe he does like you.