#for those of you who don't speak french and wanna know what she's saying- be glad you can't >:

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

...mais non mais non ce n'est pas une chanson monotone 🎶

:)

You shouldn't have called me oldie

blue istfg i almost had a heart attack when i saw the 60+ notifications in my inbox and i will NEVER ever forgive you for this >:'(((( <33333

[wuaxoi]

french lessons

synopsis! jaehyun just transferred to another school and he already fell in love with the prettiest girl he has ever seen

SIMP! jaehyun x CRUSH! reader GENRE! fluff, crack, high school!au, non idol!au, strangers to friends to lovers TW! she/her used, kisses, reader is trying to make jaehyun jealous, reader calls jaehyun dumb/silly & stupid LMFAO, timeskips, poor language, non proofread NOW IS PLAYING! . . . boyfriend, girlfriend by carwash

“oh my god..” jaehyun cut off this sungho guy in the middle of the sentence when he spotted her. the prettiest girl he has ever seen, the most elegant lady on earth.. the way she was walking and chatting with her friend so casually, wind blowing her hair and the way she fixed her skirt.. she was actually perfect, no way jaehyun would've missed someone like her. “what group is she in?”

“who??” sungho asked confused and looked around to see who was this new jawhyun guy talking about. he followed his gaze and spotted you. of course the new guy just had to fell for the queen bee. “the ‘don't even think about it’ group. that's y/n y/ln, she's a sophomore.”

“y/n…” all jaehyun could hear is your name. the way it slipped so nicely from his tongue, the way it suited you so perfectly.. he was thinking only about you and how beautiful you were talking about your favorite backpack, how your voice sounded just like honey..

“jaehyun, listen. no one dated her. she's like an innocent flower.. well maybe not that innocent, but whatever,” sungho started talking and placed his hand on jaehyun's shoulder so the guy would pay at least a bit of attention to him “her dad is super strict, the y/ln sisters aren't allowed to date”

“no way!” jaehyun looked at sungho with wide opened eyes, he gasped in surprise and scanned sungho's face to find a pinch of joking in his face or voice. “you can't be serious.. right?” he looked so upset now.

“sorry man,” that’s the last thing sungho said before he could continue his school tour to this new student.

“who's that guy?” jaehyun asked. they were on a lunch break and he was still looking at y/n. she was drinking her tea peacefully and he just cannot take his eyes off her. he saw this guy in fancy clothes talking with his friends and laughing, looking at you. well, he was shamelessly checking you out, but jaehyun didn't want to think about that exact fact.

“that's kim donghyun. he's a model” sungho explained carelessly.

“a model?” jaehyun couldn't hold back a nervous chuckle. well that guy definitely looked like a model, jaehyun would be a fucking liar if he said donghyun wasn't handsome.

“yeah” sungho shrugged and chuckled himself, but just not to make this situation more awkward “mostly regional stuff..”

“man, look at her..” jaehyun cut sungho off once again. he looked at you, admiring your features, how you were laughing and covering your mouth with a hand. so cute. “is she always so..”

“vapid?”

“how can you say that?” jaehyun turned his head to look at sungho. he gasped in surprise, what was he talking about? she was a literal angel.. “she's totally..”

“conceited.”

“what are you talking about?!” jaehyun groaned. he didn't know you or about you enough, but he was sure you are the kindest person he could ever know. “there's more to her than you think.. look at the way she smiled or at her eyes, man” jaehyun started loosing it once again. “she's totally pure!”

“no shit jaehyun! she's a snotty little princess wearing this strategically planned sundress to make guys like us,” sungho pointed at himself and at jaehyun with his finger. “realise that we can never touch or even speak to her. you just don't get it” sungho rolled his eyes at jaehyun because he was still looking at you with those puppy obsessed eyes.

“okay, you wanna take a shot? she's actually looking for a french tutor” sungho said. he probably gonna regret that decision and the fact that he was helping jaehyun.. why would he even do this? who knows.

“are you serious? that's perfect!”

“you speak french?”

“no, but i will!” jaehyun answered excitingly. he couldn't wait to finally approach you and ask you out.. on a tutor session.

school was finally over for today and jaehyun was so excited. he planned to go to the library near his home, took some french books from there and study so he could tutor you. he was walking past the parking lot when he heard someone yelling angrily.

“remove your head from sphincter, then drive!” jaehyun saw this girl looking out of her car's window yelling at some guy that just drove past her. he looked how she drove away and glanced at sungho.

“damn” jaehyun breathed out. he wasn’t expecting such experience on his first day, she was the first unkind person for today.

“that's your girlfriend's sister by the way” sungho said.

“that's y/n's sister?!” jaehyun's eyes widened. he couldn't believe that such cute and pure lady as you could have such sister. what a coincidence.

“good luck” sungho laughed, but jaehyun definitely wasn't feeling well after knowing that his loml's sister was an aggressive senior with an anger issues.

“are you trying to ask me out?” you asked leaning forward and let your chin rest on your hands. it was your third study session with jaehyun, this cute guy who transferred to your school like a month ago? he was interesting to say at least, the way he came up to you speaking french ( so horribly btw ) asking if you needed a tutor. you couldn’t resist.. how could you? new cute loser guy is obviously trying to hit on you? perfect.

now you both were in the library, studying, but jaehyun started a conversation suddenly. he was asking if practical way to learn is better for you and maybe he could take you out on a dinner? french restaurant, of course.

“w-what?? um.. well kind of..?” jaehyun cleaned his throat and you couldn’t help but giggle quietly at him.

“even if i wanted to, i can’t. my father made this new rool like if my sister wont date then i wont date too.” you rolled your eyes annoyingly and sighed. to be honest, you wasn’t even thinking about going out with jaehyun. yes he was cute, kind and maybe a bit charming, but you had a fat crush on kim donghyun.. at least everyone thought so. since last semester, when you first met him at the aquarium and your sister told you to never speak with this ‘selfish little piece of shit that does not deserve anyone’s attention’. obviously you wouldn’t listen to her, your sister was always angry at everyone, why would you? you didn’t even knew why she hates him so much. maybe you wanted to piss her off?

“we can come up with something, right? i can help you find her a date!” jaehyun clapped his hands excitingly and almost immediately looked aro the library feeling a bit embarrassed before he looked at you again. he held his gaze on you for a but more than necessary, but could you blame him? he studied your face expression to predict what would you say to his offer, but he was too focused on the way your lipstick was suiting you so well.. shit.

“hmmm..” you bring a finger to your mouth making expression like you were thinking. you glanced at jaehyun and saw him looking at your lips, completely lost in his thoughts. you couldn’t hold a chuckle. “don’t be silly, myungjae! nobody would date my sister”

“but what if someone would? she’s not that bad after all..”

“are you blind? or deaf?” you crossed your arms on your chest and leaned back on your seat. “she’s tetchy, vulgar and just annoying! who the hell would wanna date her?”

today is the day. jaehyun was about to tell that taesan dude that the plan he made was just to go on a date with you. obviously he didn’t knew how would he convince him to date your sister at first, but sungho, the smartest man alive, suggested to ask donghyun to pay him to date your sister since he wanted to go out with you. yeah, jaehyun wasn’t happy about that plan at all at first, but what else could he do? he doesn’t have money to pay taesan and he would never agree to do such thing for free. it was all planned perfectly..

“listen, man. all this stuff was made to make y/n go out with me” jaehyun explained. him and taesan were sitting on the bench outside the school so they could talk and jaehyun felt so nervous. what if he would tell donghyun everything? what if he’ll punch him? or tell you? or even worse tell your sister about all that???

“i get it, everyone knows you has a crush on that girl.. i don’t know why tho, why is everyone obsessed with her?” taesan lightened his cigarette and looked at jaehyun. he raised an eyebrow and snapped his fingers infront of his face. “you alright?”

“yeah, yeah, of course. by the way, she doesn’t like smokers” jaehyun smile awkwardly when he mentioned the fact that your sister was against smoking.

“you gotta be fucking kidding!” taesan groaned annoyed and threw the cigarette on the ground before he could step on it with his foot angrily.

oh jaehyun was fucked. he thought it was all under control: he found this taesan guy to date your sister, he convinced donghyun to pay him for that, lying about the fact that he wanted to date you himself and would help him to take you out.. well it’s all turned out wrong for jaehyun. now you were more interested in that doghyun guy than him. ridiculous! he wasn’t prepared for that!

“i fucked up so bad” jaehyun whines and slammed his head on the table. he was so annoyed with that situation, why would he try so hard when you’re not even interested, why is he so stupid?

“i told you it was a shitty idea!” sungho rolled his eyes and looked at you, dancing in the crowd at this party with donghyun.

the thing is that you weren’t actually in love with donghyun like jaehyun thought. you were just waiting for jaehyun to make a fucking move but this boy was too blind to see that you was talking, dancing and playing around with other guys just to make him kinda jealous. you fixed your hair when this whole thing started to annoy you.. jaehyun was looking at you with those sad puppy eyes and now you cannot just ignore that, you needed to talk to him. you smiled slightly at your friend and walked trough the crowd at the other side of the room where jaehyun was.

“can we talk?” you asked when you came closer to him and.. what was his name? whatever. you crossed your arms and looked down at jaehyun, waiting for his response.

“w-what?” jaehyun looked up with wide open eyes. he wasn’t expecting you to talk to him, not today. especially not today, you seem very happy dancing there with donghyun.. “i thought you were busy.. why do you wanna talk to me?”

“let’s talk somewhere more private, jaehyun” you said already annoyed because of this situation. yeah you played with his feelings, kind of? but if he has feelings that’s his problem that he can’t confess! right..?

“oh, okay.. yeah..” jaehyun muttered under his breath and stood up from his place. he walked behind you, following you like a lost puppy. you two walked out of the house and sat at the little sofa at the backyard. jaehyun stared at you with confusion, obviously waiting for what your going to say.

“tell me, myungjae.. are you dumb?” you asked out of sudden after almost three minutes sitting there in silence with only some rihanna song playing at the background.

“what?” he asked. oh now he was so confused. why would you call him dumb? you hated him? what if he did something wrong or forgot about your birthday? when’s your birthday anyway?

“im asking because i know you have a crush on me.. no, i know you like me” you turned your head to look at jaehyun. his cheeks went red in a few seconds, you tried to hard to hold back a chuckle. he looked cute. “and you’re not doing anything about it.” you sighed annoyingly and looked up at the sky just to calm yourself down a bit and wait for jaehyun’s answer. or excuse. something.

“well.. um.. i don’t really know what to do actually” jaehyun cleaned his throat. he knew it was kinda obvious that he liked you since the day one, that he had an eye on you.. but he wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with that. he was also scared, what if you didn’t like him back? he would ruin your friendship! he didn’t want that at allc he loved talking to you, spending time with you, looking at your smile and your shiny eyes.. loved listening to you speaking french even if it wasn’t in a romantic way, he didn’t care. “i wasn’t sure if you would.. you know? accept my feelings?”

your eyes widened as you looked at him once again. “what?” the shock was clearly heard in your voice. “oh my god! you’re so stupid!” you laughed because he really was kinda stupid. how could he miss the fact that you liked him back. you found him cute from the moment he came to you to ask if you needed a french tutor, with those rosy cheeks and awkward smile. you tried to make him jealous, tried to show him that you liked him.. maybe you weren’t clear enough for him to understand? “listen to me jaehyun. i like you, i would love to go on a date with you, not just a study session”

“what about the prom?”

“what?”

“will you go to prom with me?” jaehyun asked. oh now he was getting bolder and you somehow liked that about him.

“yeah, silly. i would love to.” you smiled and rolled your eyes teasingly. you leaned a bit closer to him, looking him right in the eyes and quickly smooched his lips. “and maybe i’ll give you a proper kiss next time time. who knows?” you chuckled at his reaction, now he was red as a tomato with this cute shocked expression. oh this school year will be fun for you, definitely.

[athena-studios]

ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.

treasure.

Simon Riley + preteen!daughter

tw: none(?)

a/n: im basically writing what i wanna read. honorary mention to @chaosandmarigolds for giving a bit o' help:) pretty long, don't know how many words but probably around 1k?

this idea has been in my head for AGES now, so glad i finally wrote it💗

Simon's girlfriend died. the 141 knew that. his girlfriend died that night along with the rest of his family. except for his one singular gem that he treasures the most. you, his daughter that the killers that night did not see nor hear because you were at the neighbor's house. that was when you were 5 years old, since then, Simon has done everything in his power to protect you. even as far as not telling anyone but Laswell about you.

you're now 12 years old. having gone through alot already, you're more mature and sassy than most of your peers. which leads you to this situation...

you were on the couch with your laptop open when you hear a knock. you walk to the door and open it to be greeted with three bulky men, one looking seemingly older than the other two.

the one on the middle has a...Fishers hat? he also has a beard, which is, what you assume, makes him appear older. "this dude could be a grandpa..." you thought.

the one to your left has a weird mohawk. yeah, thats all you can say about him. the one on the other side looks more tolerable, but his cap does wanna make you laugh your ass in front of him for it.

"Hi, who are you?" the grandp— the one in the middle asks. "I'm sorry, shouldn't i be asking you that? there are three, large, bulky men on my doorstep. none of which who are familiar to me." you replied, in your sassy voice, ofcourse.

your dad told you not to talk to strangers, they're strangers, aren't they?

"sorry—I'm Johnny, but i prefer to be called soap. this is John and Kyle. now can we know what yer name is, bonnie?" Johnny speaks up. you scoff. "fine. its y/n. y/n riley. that's all I'm telling you. and what the hell kinda name is soap?"

at that, the three of them glance at eachother in both shock and confusion. "what?" you ask. "your last name's Riley?" Gaz asks. "yeah, what about it?" you cross your arms, getting slightly defensive.

behind their back, you see your dad's truck pull up the driveway, the three men in front of you also noticing. you speed-walk to your dad and point to the three men. "Dad, these guys are tryin' to kidnap me." you say nonchalantly. he looks behind you and sees his captain and his two sergeants. "honey, they weren't tryna kidnap you. those guys are my teammates." he says as he walks to the trunk of the car and hands you two grocery bags. "now, bring these inside and I'll talk to 'em. 'kay?" he pats you head as you nod, walking back to the house.

"so, simon. when were ya gon' tell us ye got a daughter?" soap's scottish accent rings out. they glance at simon's balaclava-less face, because they don't usually see him without that damn balaclava, but also because they await a response from him. "to keep her safe...only Laswell knows abou' her. she's the only thing i have left. my treasure." simon clears his throat to ease the silence. "so, why are you guys 'ere anyway?" simon asks.

"i actually came here to ask for advice, and then i saw soap already standing at your door, saying something about a teatime catch-up? but anyway, he called price over, faking that your pipe was broken. and when he came up, we knocked on your door and y/n answered it." as gaz finishes his explanation, you walk back out the door. "so...are you all gonna come in or not? because i didn't stop binge watching heartstopper on netflix for nothing." you say as you chew on a french fry Simon had got for you, per your request.

they all walk in, and take a seat on the couch, Simon quickly preparing drinks for them. as Simon takes a seat next to you, Price speaks up. "so y/n, how old are you?"

"I'm 12." you answer blatantly. "y/n, be nice." your dad whispers to you. "you got any hobbies?" Soap tries to make conversation.

you playfully glare at your dad before answering soap. "i like to play the guitar, i like to paint, and crochet sometimes." you answer again, trying to put a less boring tone to your voice.

it goes like this for a few minutes, everyone just exchanging laughs and conversation. maybe they're not so bad after all...

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep7 Musings - Loustat Ep4 Revisited (Spoilers)

This one was WILD, my jaw was on the floor. JACOB! SIR ANDERSON! BRUH!?

Santiago doing a deliberately TERRIBLE Claudia voice after we saw his IMMACULATE Louis mimic--I HATE HIM. 🤣

I already tore Lestat a new arsehole for that.

Underneath the distorted Mind Spell audio effect you can barely hear Les say something about "the lies said by Louis;" but the subtitles don't pick it up.

NO, the COVEN wrote that script and did that. Lestat's COMPLICIT only cuz he's tryna SAVE Lou from the mess YOU put them in by selling them out to Santiago, Armand! You stood by and let them be abducted & dragged on stage, when YOU have the Fire Gift! You coulda lit them all up like matches! But you AND Lestat wanted Claudia out of the picture!

Louis finally not wearing black in Dubai; he's in dark blood red. 👀

HOW, if Les cant read your mind? I think SEEING Lestat and hearing his effed up account took Louis back to NOLA--not that Les was doing any Mind/Spell Gifts on Lou, literally taking him back to NOLA. It's a distorted memory, not astral projection or a hallucination.

Lestat like: "WE?" All of a sudden you wanna speak French at me with this OUI?

I couldn't resist, the hands were sending me.

Ohhhh this is SINISTER, making Lou look he manipulated Les. The VOICE Jacob uses is tryna kill me--he sounds so simpering and soft and feminine, no deep bass whatever; they know wtf they're doing. XD Any other network and there'd've been a fullblown sex scene. 😅

Ohhh no, the coven's tryna make it seem like Louis DID know the laws b4 he got to Paris; this isn't Lestat or any true memory; this is the coven talking thru Lestat's script; which wormed into Louis' head.

LOL. Scripted AF.

"He did tell me, what she would be." No, in S1E4 Les realized AFTER she killed the cop that her metabolism would be effed up. Armand told him the Great Laws, but Lestat just laughed in his face. Marius told him not to make vampires as young as Armand, but it had nothing to do with the Great Laws, and Lestat assumed it was just cuz ARMAND'S a poor vampire, in that silly cult. Les & Marius were more concerned about Christianity's effect on vampire moralism/depression/"self-loathing," and Les talked about LOUIS' anxiety--

--but as for Claudia he turned her CUZ HE'S A EFFING BRAT who only ever does what HE wants to do, eff anyone else.

I nearly had heart attack, thinking the coven was gonna say Louis' her Maker--the LAUGH I was gonna make, omg. 🤣 Cuz the humans can't call them on that, cuz what do THEY know about maker/fledgling blood and not being able to read minds?

The coven has her diaries when she said this, so I think this was all scripted; not something he really said--though ofc he could've read it in her mind when he rescued her, and genuinely felt this way, cuz ofc he would--he wanted/needed her to think he was a good person.

I DO wonder if a bit of this was true, about Louis feeding Claudia his blood, cuz these AMC's vamps are wildly inconsistent about healing. Their blood has strong healing powers--as we see in S2E5 when Armand fed Louis after his suicide attempt by fire, and in Ep6 after his suicide by slitting his wrists after making Madz. So ofc Louis might try to heal Claudia by bleeding on her & letting her drink.

These 2 frames back to back are precisely Louis' issue--he don't know wtf is going on. U_U

☝️ THIS!. ALL OF THIS! ☝️

Louis' GUILT is why the memories are all muddled; why he's doubting his own recollection, on top of the literal brainwashing from Armand & the forced Mind/Spell Gifts put on him by the coven.

Dragged on the EFFING FLOOR, the coven is WICKED! 🫣 This is when I knew those dirty heifers were LYING. And Claudia can't even corroborate this, cuz she was in & out of it when she was turned.

She is staring Louis DOWN, but sweetie, he's as lost as you are.

This is hilariously & deliciously & salaciously melodramatic; Imma slap Vampire Sam for writing this script--he'd've loved writing fanfiction on AO3.

NGL, I expected that hand to start veering a few degrees over if you know what I mean. 🍆 Lou's face was in PRIME position to do him some face. (The fanfics finna go CRAZY.)

Welp, my fears were well-founded. The coven is SPITTING all over their history.

PLEASE do the "evil of my evil" line, AMC! 🙏 This democracy of hypocrisy ain't finna do that. Sit your French White arse down on the red velvet throne AR gave you in the Prince Lestat trilogy, and STFU.

I don't think Lou did; he was very candid in S1 about how he cried & pleaded, and Les saying she'd be their daughter. The important difference is the inclusion about the Great Laws, and how that implicates them. It doesn't matter that Louis already knew she'd be stuck 14 forever & didn't care--if he didn't know Lestat was 100+ and stuck 34 forever, then he's a fool. Wanting an eternal child to baby & pamper & dote on is way different from intentionally breaking the law.

No love, that's the guilt talking! They were scrambling your brains RIGHT THERE ON STAGE; take this with a grain of salt; 74 years have provided A LIBRARY OF CONFUSION!

Daniel, stfu for once; why would you see this as having ANY "clarity." This is the most muddled portion of the trial thus far!

[dandelionflowery]

Intro post!

(breast cancer awareness post here/the legends of tumblr here, variations here and here , alt link for number 7/arch nemesis Cynthia here) [the two topics are wholly unrelated]

HII!!

My name on the internet is Dandelion, but you can call me whatever you like honestly. It's so hard to find a good name around here, the fae keep stealing them

I use any pronouns, online people default to they/them, IRL people default to she/her, you can use whatever you feel like!

I'm aroace 🧡💛🤍🩵💙 and my gender is up to interpretation lol

I'm 16 and I live in France but I have both French and American citizenship (so i do speak both french and english)

I have both scoliosis (diagnosed, 45°) and probably dyslexia (not officially diagnosed but all the internet tests I did were screaming at me to go get an official diagnosis- as has life lol) and those two really hate each other who deCIDED SCOLISOIS SHOULD BE SPELLED THE WAY IT IS (if i spell it correctly be aware that either I copied it from somewhere, or i thought about it for WAY too long, or it was a monkeys on keyboards thing)

I created a blog just for reblogging shit (aptly named @dandelionflowery-reblogs) but even with that I can't promise to tag stuff correctly on either blog...

I'm not often super active on here, at least not regularly, mostly because I have way too many classes but sometimes I go absolutely insane and spend like an entire day on here (oops)

actually i'm most active on here I think now lol

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I like:

- Harry Potter (Drarry, Deamus, Romione, Linny are my main ships but there's a decent chance you could get me to like a specific portrayal of just about any pairing lol) [also fuck jkr]

- The Marauders (WOLFSTARRR! Also Jily and aroace Peter and maybe Remadora. Same thing as before: open to other pairings [I know of and appreciate the ships with the girls but usually I'll lean towards the first ones mentioned actually I'll lean towards wolfstar with background Jily and aa battery Peter)

- Reading and books in general

- Fanfics, fanart!! (Both writing/drawing them and reading/simping for them)

Speaking of which, I have a side blog that's actually technically marauders themed! @mybrain-fanficedition

- Interactions on here!!

- there's probably some other stuff I like but I can't think of anything rn

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I don't like:

- Following from above, I said I was open to pretty much any pairing, ... I lied lol

Idk what jegulus did to me but i just don't like it for some reason (jegulily? lovely. jily? fantastic. jegulus? less.)

- Also the usual list of if you're pro-genocide, homophobic transphobic uh racist, pedophile or just a generally mean person

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I like talking to people even if you don't know what to say just say hi!

Also I have other social media, come find me if you want!

@/flowerydandelion, @/dandelionfloweryart and @/wands.swords.and.books on Instagram!

On Ao3 I'm like 90% sure it's DandelionFlowery and uh probably similar usernames on Discord and Reddit [though I'm not often active on there]

Wait if I link my ao3 that means i need to actually post my fics lol

Leave comments if you read my fics, I love feedback!! (or just leave kudos, it makes me irrationally happy lol)

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tags about my current wips featuring really bad summaries:

#third time's the charm- Lily

(not going to be the actual title i think but first i have to write it, we'll worry about titles later)

Lily decides canon sucks and she's going to do something about it

#our broken hearts- an ode to wolfstar (this one is subject to change bc that title is way too sappy for me)

Sirius dated Peter. And Marlene. And Lily. And James. And then Remus?

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totally normal link trust me :)

if you still trust me (and why shouldn't you?), here's the ULTIMATE PRIDE FLAG lol)

let's see how trustworthy you think i am

wanna see some stuff i wrote? (warning, a friend said it took them half an hour to read just the main bit lmao)

an apology 1 | 2

useful tumblr post about hobbies

SNAIL CROSSING SNAIL CROSSING SNAIL CROSSING

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side blogs: @x-lovegood @xenophilius-quibbler (Xenophilius Lovegood rp) @sybilances (Sybill Trelawney rp)

@antheia-anthousai (nymph oc)

@mybrain-fanficedition (as mentioned above)

@am-i-a-crab (crab army!!)

+ another gimmick blog but i'm not saying which one >:)

[lucidfairies]

hi 🫡

. yes that is me embarrassing the shit outta myself (I actually sent that to a handful of girls)

i. for those of you who may not know, i'm maya. i'm 18, i'm typically a masculine presenting lesbian and I happen to be a she/her. I also am unfortunately asexual

• everyone meat riding rn about why I read and write so much smut as an asexual, I would love for you to know that I'm fighting a losing battle with hypersexuality! that is all I will be sharing on that matter thank you. •

ii. I'm proficient at finding people's instas whether they wanna be found or not!! if this relates to you, you may want to hmu.

iii. um I'm single if that wasn't clear from the kicker.

iv. I have severe Audhd and I have OCD but I don't really count that because you can't really tell it's there. I'm a POTS and scoliosis survivor

(can u tell idk what the hell I'm doing)

v. I will drop my socials if you so want them but I would prefer u DM me cuz I don't need my public insta in tumblr comments tbh (I have insta, tiktok, discord, snap, so on so forth)

vi. I'm still in high school LMAOOO pls I'm not less than eighteen guys don't worry but I aspire to be in the military but I'm taking a gap year

vii. I've been writing since like third grade but over quarantine my parents kinda banished me to our basement and I was doing a lot of things I shouldn't have been doing but now I'm sorta good at writing !!

viii. fics are kinda a side gig, I do write real shit here and there but there's genuinely no point so idk why I do it

ix. I'm what people like to call a whore except I don't fuck around I just talk to like nine people at once (hop off my dick rn)

x. I'm hilariously funny if you ever wanna strike up a conversation

xi. I'm down for ANY conversations. you wanna talk about what kinks some random bitch has based on their appearance? let's talk about it. wanna tell me about the sex you had last night? I'll go get a snack. I don't get triggered by really anything so if u need an outlet, I'm right here bb

xii. I actually have a massive gyatt

xiii. I can curl a lot of lbs and um I can bench some too and I guess do leg stuff (gym girlies rise)

xiv. I'm Jewish but not like Jewish my fam just is, I am probably one of the furthest things from religion and I don't hugely support organized religion (my fav way to describe it is being Jew-ish)

xv. I am a leftist through and through (pro choice, pro science, pro gays, Black lives matter, stop Asian hate, in case you needed clarification on that one) and I avoid knowingly being friends with Republicans at all costs

xvi. I am pro Palestine, nothing anyone will say or do could change my stance on that one.

xvii. I have a cat + dog

xviii. I don't get cold like ever cuz I ski in like 10° weather all winter

xix. I have Duolingo and if u wanna beef it out w a quest then I am definitely down for that because I will beat you (I'm learning Hawaiian and Hebrew)

xx. I'm fluent in German and speak it at home w the fam and I know some Spanish + French

xxi. juice boxes > anything

xxii. some more pics of me will follow whenever I stfu

xxiii. I stand at a whopping six feet tall but I swear I have short person energy

xxv. in my personal opinion I have huge dick energy but you're welcome to put me in my place (I'm a switch and I'll cook for you)

xxiv. if your snap score is more that 300k we can't be friends I'm sorry (mine is 100k suck my c o c k)

xxvi. best position is doggy but I can be persuaded into something different

xxvii. CUNT

xxviii. uhhhh I'm from the East Coast of America so l operate in EST time

anyway it was nice getting to talk about myself for a long time 🫡 feel free to make numerous comments about my life in the comments

anyway y'all here are some for faceless pics that are guaranteed to make u cream (see, hilarious)

sayonara sistas

[beansnsoup]

Request: where (for robin) reader asked her out in French or something but reader doesn't know French and only learned those words.

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"Tu es tout pour moi."

Summary: You've been trying to find a way to ask out your dream girl for weeks now. After finding out about her leaving French, you finally find your perfect technique.

Relationship: Platonic going on romantic

Warnings: fem reader because robin in gay so, fluff

You sat in your bed listening to the same different tapes over and over again, repeating the words it said.

Ever since Robin mentioned these tapes that she bought a long time ago, you've been fixated on learning these same languages to find a way to bond with her and maybe ask her out.

You've been pretty much in love with her since the first day you've met her.

So, the way she talked about how long she had these tapes and they way she helped decipher those secret codes and along with speaking other languages had you thinking if you were to learn one of those languages you could ask her out without it being awkward.

It would also be an awesome excuse to learn a new language you've been wanting to for a while now.

You caught her as she was locking up the video store that evening, "Robin, wanna go for a drive?" You asked her, awkwardly pointing over to your car.

She looked over to Steve, who normally gave her rides. He sent her back a thumbs up and a smile then looked at you to shoot finger guns.

She looked back and smiled, "Sure,"

Robin followed you and opened the passenger door, beginning to look through your cassettes. You thanked the Lord you didn't bring your language tapes.

She finally chose one and pushed it into the player, gradually turning up the volume as it started.

Because of daylight savings, it was still pretty light outside. It was also a weekday, and Keith only stayed open super late on weekends.

You thought it was the most perfect sky view. That wasn't the only thought going through your head right now though.

'What if she thinks I'm a total psychopath?'

'Maybe this was too complicated of an idea. It's just a confession.'

'What if I mess up? Would that be offensive to the French?'

'If this doesn't work out, I don't know what I'll do.'

You pulled up to Lovers Lake, "I know this looks super weird, but I promise you it's not."

She laughs at your awkwardness, "Not only lovers come here, y'know?"

"I do now,"

The two of you sat in silence. You felt like you just ruined it all. She probably assumed that you brought her here as a hookup or something.

You guys sat there for a while on the hood of your car until you finally opened your mouth,

"I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"This. I should've have asked you to come for a ride, this was stupid."

"Oh."

"No, no, not like that!"

Robin continued to sit there,

"I just meant that I had this whole plan, and I've been trying to think of the most awesome way to execute it for weeks. I even went to Steve for advice, which I rarely do. That's probably why he gave me the weird finger guns. Anyways, the point is that I finally got the courage to do thus but it all backfired in my face from overthinking, so I'm sorry."

Robin just looked at you. Normally, she was the one that rambled on and on, but she started to notice that you caught it from her and did it under anxious situations.

"I, uh," You started again.

Robin grabbed your hand, which was stretched out next yo you on the hood of the car, "I'm here to listen, Y/N."

You breathed in, "I learned French."

"Really?"

"I mean not the whole language just yet but a specific sentence."

Robin felt so giddy right now, she tried to keep her sanity for you so you could get through whatever you were trying to say.

"Can you say it? I want to see if my French has gotten any better, I've been listening to those tape more than I usually have, I don't know why though, sorry, you didn't need to know that much." She asked.

You gulped, you felt your face tingle, you knew you were nervous, but God, this was just pathetic.

"Um, okay."

You breathed out and looked out towards the lake.

"Tu es tout pour moi. Je t'aime vraiment, et je ne sais pas si tu ressens la même chose, mais j'avais besoin de te le dire."

Robin just looked at you, that how you knew instantly that she knew what you said and if she didn't she was slowly trying to decipher it.

That's when she randomly came in for a kiss, which you obviously returned. It had all worked out, and your stomach was full of butterflies.

"I like you too."

"Really? You're not just saying that to make me feel better? More than a friend, right?"

"Yes, of course, more than a friend, I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't. You honestly are the best person I've ever met, and I'm pretty sure Steve was getting tired of me going on and on about you on the drives home. I mean, he did tell me so many times to just grow the balls and ask you out, but I was too scared. I'm so happy you drove me here today."

"I'm so happy you feel the same, I was terrified the whole way here."

She laughed, "I hope this doesn't affect the instances in town. In horror movies, one of the people that are a couple always dies."

"Wait, we're a couple?"

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, I didn't know that we didn't have labels or anything, forget I-"

"No, no, Robin, I really like that."

"Really?"

"Yes Robin, I am now your girlfriend, I'd you'll take me."

"I will! I will, yes!"

I'm so in love with her bro

She cups you cheeks and pulls you in for another kiss.

[bonesandthebees]

Ok, so, I've never watched any of the qsmp streams, but I read your rambling about it and read your one shots abt it, and uh do you have any advice on how to get into watching the streams? Like where do I start? How to catch up on missed lore? Stuff like that

well there are a lot of different POVs you can choose to catch up on and which one(s) you choose will definitely affect your understanding of what's going on. if you want to just catch up on the primary major story beats overall (federation lore, main egg lore) this channel on youtube has made 3 videos so far summarizing the lore as it goes on. I haven't watched these videos myself so I can't say how accurate they are or if they leave anything important out, but I've heard positive things!

now if you wanna catch up on more individual lore/character dynamics and all that then you're facing a bit more of a challenge. I believe quackity has most of his qsmp vods uploaded on his vod channel so you can definitely check those out for his story stuff. if you wanna understand my fics better wilbur has the smallest number of qsmp vods out of the cc's at least somewhat tied into the storyline so it shouldn't be too hard to catch up on his stuff. his vod from day 1 of the qsmp has one of the funniest moments from any wilbur stream ever (yes I am referring to that moment he was talking to max) but I don't think you need to watch a ton from any of the day 1 POV's after the first hour or so.

while phil is the pov I watch the most for qsmp, he's definitely less involved in the plot. but unlike what I keep seeing some people on twt and tumblr say, he DOES participate in the rp and does care about the lore. he just doesn't go out of his way to get super involved in it and likes making 4th wall breaking jokes. but yeah if you're looking for more lore based stuff, phil might not be a great pov to watch as your primary.

now bad is the english speaking cc most involved in the heavy federation lore stuff, so his vods are definitely good to check out if you're looking for an english speaking cc to watch. jaiden's also definitely tied into it and has her own very interesting plotline going on atm involving the federation, but she doesn't stream as often so there are a few more gaps with her compared to bad who's been daily streaming for months now.

now for the cc's who don't primarily speak english, it's definitely a bit more of a challenge to watch those POVs if you don't speak the cc's language, but when many cc's are in a group they'll usually switch to english since that's the most common language on the server. also there's the translator that most of them have up on their screen, but it's not super accurate and a lot of the time cc's forget to switch it between languages so I don't rely on it much. for lore stuff, cellbit is a great choice because he's been heavily involved in investigating the federation and solving puzzles and all that since he first got on the server. from the french side, baghera jumped into lore stuff pretty quickly too so I highly recommend her pov as well

again I don't know how detailed/what the summary videos do and don't include but if you see clips from certain streams on that summary video that look interesting, I definitely recommend going to the vod itself and watching at least a bit of it. the group dynamic between all the players on the island is so delightful to watch. so many great friendships have formed bc of this server and it's so much fun to watch them grow in real time.

more than anything though when you're trying to catch up, go through the tumblr tag! follow people who liveblog a lot! follow the updates accounts on twitter! I actually don't catch many streams, but I'm usually pretty up to date on the big plot stuff happening on the server at all times just from what I see on my dash. read posts and check out the tags to absorb info via dash osmosis. that's how I caught up on dsmp when I first got into it back in january 2021 lol

hope this helps :)

[loaflovesdoodling]

let’s say hypothetically i was interested in attempting to write fanfic of your kirby guys….. where would you point me where i could learn who the characters are and a good idea of what they’re like?? 👀

A

OMFG WAIT JUST A SEC BECAUSE AVDHSBSSHDHSJSHS WE LITERALLY JUST MET BUT YOU'RE ALREADY SO INTERESTED IN MY SILLY BAPIES AND ASSHDHSHDHSBDHSSJSJSJS OMFG MY ANXIETY AND EXCITEMENT ARE AT THEIR PEAK RN

OKOKOK SO,

FOR THE DULCIADES LORE, HERE'S A LIST OF THIS OLD AND BAD FIC SERIES I MADE ABOUT 1-2 MONTHS AGO (BUT PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION BECAUSE IT DOES TALK ABOUT RATHER TOUCHY SUBJECTS SUCH AS TERMINAL ILLNESS AND DEATH)

(pt. 1; pt. 2; pt 3; pt 4; pt 5)

AS FOR A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE SILLIES :DD

Sir Pleiades: Ultimately Immortal (which is basically a fancy way to say he cannot die ever no matter what and will even survive the Heat Death of the Universe), he's kind, caring, elegant, but really cocky and boastful. He can be scary serious when he wants and is kind of a mad psychopath, but he bottles all his anger up to look 'normal' and so he mostly appears as a very calm individual. He deeply cares about those whom he holds close to his heart and is willing to take any risk for them. Also teasing is his love language (both platonic and romantic) and, being a Demigod, he possesses multipurpose stardust magic (he can use it for object summoning, self-healing and even some brief variant of teleportation) and has a super strong sense of intuition and instinct.

Blossom Dee: Mute tiny little gremlin <3 she's canonically 8cm tall and an eternal toddler, and even though she can't speak herself, she understands others perfectly and can write basic words out using flower petals; she's also able to pick up on social cues quite well. She loves sweets and often has huge sugar rushes (not that she ain't already hyperactive herself, mind you, she's already an energetic little creature as is HELPPP). She loves sitting on people's heads (most of the time you'll see her sitting on her big bro Ades'); she also loves making friends.

Miss Dulciana: Just a regular mortal lady, she's pretty into daisy flowers and has a gorgeous singing voice. She's sweet, loving, but pretty peppy and playful. She has a purse, but doesn't carry it around often, because the top skirt layer of her dress has pockets beneath it. She's an absolute disaster at baking, but she has her fun in trying, at least. She's also tried learning Crochet, but gave up when she accidentally tangled her hands in the yarn and undid her entire work while trying to pry them free. She taught Pleiades French and learnt Japanese with him. :)

WAAAAAHHH HELP SO SORRY FOR THE REALLY LONG POST ASBSBSBBDBDHDDBDBDJDN YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE ANYTHING IF YOU DON'T WANNA REALLY AAAGSHSHSHSHSHSHS BUT JUST IN CASE YOU AT LEAST WANT TO GET TO KNOW THEM BETTER HERE'S A CRAPPY DESC 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[thereisnothingsweetaboutme]

tw: the contents of this blog will contain themes that involve èds, alcoholism, sh, self d3precation, and overall spiralling. this blog is not looking to trigger anyone who is in recovery from any harmful behavior or substance, or anyone who is trying to just lead a healthy lifestyle. I support anyone who is in recovery and I genuinely root for them. this is a place for me to vent, share experience, to pretty much be a diary for what I go through and a way that I cope with my issues. please don't r3p0rt, just block instead and we'll all be merry.

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you have been warned. now onto the introduction 💜

hello!! my name is Rai and my pronouns are she/they. I am an '02 liner and as of right now I am 22 years old. My mbti is INFP-T, and enneagram 1w9. I was diagnosed by a psychologist with bpd at 15 years old and did not know until 18.

I previously had a blog called questionablekpoppie was sadly t worded, so this is my newer and sadder one lmfao. here's a fun little piece of trivia: my username is the lyric from a song called "Farewell II Flesh" by a metal band named Ice Nine Kills. That song (even though it's based on the Candyman story) pretty much speaks to my soul and the lyrics say more about me as a person than I could ever utter yk.

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My interests include music (particularly kpop, metal, classical, etc.), playing instruments (the bass guitar, and french horn), exercising, cooking (ironic), watching youtube/horror movies, and playing genshin impact. If anyone reading this is into any of those things, feel free to slide into my pms and we can chat about them!! But I do want to preface that if anyone below the age of 18 tries to contact me, I will not be responding and instead blocking because I don't wish to interact with minors online! I find it easier to relate with people closer to my age that also deal with young adult issues. I won't be following back minors either. i also will not tolerate any form of racism, homophobia, transphobia, p3d0 behavior, or just general icky-ness.

stats as of 7/31/23

height: 164cm (approx. 5'4.5")

cw: 56.5kg (approx. 124lbs)

hw: 61kg (approx. 135lbs)

lw: 53kg (approx. 117lbs)

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gw1: 55kg (approx. 121lbs)

gw2: 52kg (approx. 115lbs) → 🎁 $100 on genshin

gw3: 50kg (approx. 110lbs) → 🎁 expensive skin care set

gw4: 47kg (approx. 104lbs) → 🎁 expensive bass guitar + amp

gw5: 44kg (approx. 99lbs) → 🎁 new wardrobe

ugw: 42kg (approx. 93lbs) → 🎁 pc set up

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welp! I'll try to update cw's regularly, and other stuffs. I hope that I can post regularly and keep motivation for my personal goals and if anyone (with the prerequisites above implied) needs support or just someone to speak to, please feel free to hit up my pms! I'm usually a consistent responder and enjoy interacting with people who have similar interests :D. I'll also be adding other navigation links ( like my personal hashtags for different thingies), bcs I wanna be an organized hoe. that's all teehee.

thank you, and I'm out!

me rants pretty much kinda edgy 🐝

food loggos 🐝

[spidertalia]

Introduction (2.0)

Welcome to my Blog! Here you'll find all my Hetalia related art, as well as occasional ramblings and rb's of other people's lovely art.

A bit about me:

I go by Spider!

I'm 22

I use they/them pronouns and some neos ONLY. no she or he

I'm from Florida, USA (unfortunately). EST Timezone.

I'm autistic AND I have ADHD. Understandably, I do struggle with social cues a lot, so please reach out to me if I say or do anything to let me know. Most likely, I won't realize when I've potentially said or done something to upset someone, so please let me know.

I draw quite often

I am always open to new friends! However, I am generally bad at reaching out first, so please do message me if you wanna be friends!! I promise I'll respond.

Language-wise I only speak English, but I am slowly learning French. (Emphasis on slowly)

I own five reptiles!! Three snakes and two bearded dragons (I do post them occasionally on here, pls filter out tw snake if needed). And I technically co-parent my brother's bastard gecko.

My other main fandoms (that you won't see on here) are ATLA/TLOK, Taleblr, FNAF, Spiderverse and The Owl House. I am currently watching Criminal Minds and Percy Jackson and The Olympians, and I do have somewhat of an interest in Jurassic Park, the Monsterverse, Fionna and Cake, PJO and What We Do In The Shadows.

My top ten favorite movies are Across The Spiderverse, The Batman (2022), Venom, Five Nights at Freddy's, Puss In Boots: The Last Wish, Godzilla Minus One, Into The Spiderverse, Kong Skull Island, Jurassic Park and HTTYD.

I also really enjoy rock/metal/goth/punk/alt music. My favorite musical artists are Nickelback, Delilah Bon, Babymetal, Måneskin, Ice Nine Kills and Rammstein- but I also enjoy artists such as Siouxsie and the Banshees, JT Music, Hanabie, Band-Maid, Lesbian Bed Death and Nine Inch Nails. I like horror movies, online korean webcomics, goth fashion, cats, horror related media and animation. I'm a fledgling goth (or baby bat) and tend to enjoy drawing characters in goth or alternative fashion, so expect some of that here!

About my Blog:

My favorite characters are APH America and APH Canada. Outside of those two, I also like Japan, Ukraine, Romano, France and Prussia, mostly. These are the characters I am most likely to draw

I'm a multishipper with no absolute 'favorite' ship. I like Rusame, Amepan, Romerica, CanUkr, Prumano, Spamano, Spaprumano, Sufin, Prucan and FrUk. I'm pretty neutral on Gerame, Nedport, Asakiku, Giripan, Spafra, Itapan, and a few others. Generally pretty open to most pairings though.

I do not like any -cest pairings whatsoever. I am not going to argue about this. Please do not tag any of my NA bros art as ship; I will block you.

I do have a Statetalia AU and have made all 50 states as OCs. You will see them occasionally here. (If you also like statetalia please be my friend I'm 100% serious)

I will generally put a clarification on posts as to whether or not I mind it being tagged as ship.

I ramble and rant sometimes about my life on here. It will usually be tagged as 'spider talks'.

I don't usually do requests, but if you really want to see something from me, please send it in an ask!

My ask box is open. I highly appreciate asks.

You may rarely see a suggestive/nsfw piece of art on my page. I do not draw such things often, but please do filter out cw suggestive and cw nsfw if you do not want to see that.

I do not write on ao3 anymore, but I highly recommend those who have one to check out this fic! It's rusame and my favorite hetalia fic of all time- characterizations are on point.

My main (Non-Hetalia) tumblr

My Deviantart

[anjumbai]

Before the Coffee Gets Cold: Tales from the café by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

"We can never truly see into the hearts of others. When people get lost in their own worries, they can be blind to the feelings of those most important to them."

I picked up the second book. Unintentionally. Not my fault, ok. I was just picking up book from Islamia Library and I thought I do need a short story book so I picked this one up. Without realizing that the first book was right next to it. Silly me, but anyways.

Funiculi Funicula, a coffee shop in Tokyo, one can travel back in time once served coffee by one of the girls of the Tokita family. There are a few rules including: 1. the person you're about to meet should've visited the cafe at least once, 2. you cannot change the present no matter how you try or what you try, 3. you must sit in the one chair assigned to travelers and you cannot leave it once you're in the past or future and 4. you must finish the coffee before it gets cold. Forgive me if I missed any.

The following rules bring up a lot of questions and the most significant one in my mind was that "can I simply not take something like a heater to keep it warm?" and the book simply replies no you cannot. Which is fine, because it's a magical realism book and I do not wanna question the laws of time travel behind it. The rules provide us with a beautiful sequence of short stories that probably can be read as standalones. I'm not saying this because I bought the second book first don't look at me.

While it can be read as standalones, the cast of the cafe owners and workers remain the same and I think they are a good addition to this long series of books. It provides you with a familiarity, that each time you pick a new book, there are people you can recognize, there are people to return to. Which is why book series work so great, that feeling of familiarity. The recurring faces of the cafe are Nagare, his daughter, the absolutely adorable Miki and the heavy hearted Kazu, who we sympathize greatly at the end of this book.

I'll take this moment to talk about my favourite character, Miki. The six year old girl turning seven in the final half of the book, who made me smile tremendously every time she entered the room. She sometimes becomes French, changes her attitude towards other in a way a child would when they learn new things, and she is filled with impatience and hope to be the next pourer of the coffee, to let people go to the past. She probably just wants to feel important and that's just so innocently childlike that I cannot help the urge to just be in her company. Here is a series of dialogues between her and her father, Nagare, regarding the first time she pours coffee. She thrives in the at her moment of "my time has come". I found it so funny so I cannot help but share it:

"Is it you, monsieur, who wants to return to the past?" "Miki, please, speak proper Japanese," said Nagare, aghast at her attitude. But Miki tsk-tsked him with a wave of her finger. "That is not possible, moi (nobody knows why she calls herself moi) is not Japanese," she retorted. Nagare gave an exaggerated frown as if he had been expecting such a response. "Oh, what a shame! It is a rule of the cafe that the person who pours the coffee must be Japanese." "ONLY KIDDING. I'm Japanese."

I laughed out loud at a moment in a book, and it's just great how my imagination could make this scene so funny to me. And Toshikazu Kawaguchi surprised me with his remarks about the contrast of Miki and the seemingly cold Kazu. The line was: "If people had auras whose colors were somehow visible, there is no doubt that Kazu would be surrounded by pale aqua, while Miki's would be orange."

A flutter of emotions and memories grasp my mind and I'm reminded of how much I love the color orange.

Will buy the rest of the books cause I love having something casual to read and just enjoy myself. Short stories are great in the busy world I created for myself. 7/10, I'll probably look for the first and third book soon.

[analogwriting]

I love those “if you were a character in…” but I’m 100% I’d be dead in any of those worlds lmao

Heart pirates? I don’t know SHIT about medicine. Sure, my mom is a psychiatrist but it’s not like I’ll give Law prescriptions for anti depressants 😭

Kid pirates? They look like my friend group but Kid would kill me fr he would not allow my ass in that ship no matter how punk I look (which I don’t)…

Honestly my best bet is the strawhat pirates, I could be robin’s apprentice or something because I like archeology :D. This also reminds me of the time I dreamt about getting stuck in the one piece word but I didn’t understand what they were saying because they were speaking in japanese EXCEPT for Sanji who spoke in french too so I was able to communicate (i actually don’t know french in real life idk why in my dream I understood him)

- number 1 kese hater

you're so absolutely valid ongg i have a weird relationship with the ocean. like i love being in it and visiting it (i live in the midwest and have visited the ocean, like, three times) but it's vastness scares the everliving shit out of me. im in love with her but i fear her. being on a boat tho in the middle of it all???? i'd pass away. i get nervous just driving over large rivers on a bridge. i've been on a boat one time and a ferry, like, twice. scared every time lmfao and i can't even begin to tell you how many dreams about the ocean i have had. and not like, drowning or anything. just about how vast and unknown she is. ugh i love her

I only think i'd have a shot with the heart pirates because before i had to drop out of college, i was going to be a forensic pathologist, so i have a lot of science and medical knowledge in my cranium. but it's the submarine that draws the line for me. i would pass away. i would end up with cabin fever and claustrophobia and simply just pass away.

i am a shithead through and through and i'd be clowning on kid at all times. i'd be a nightmare for him. i don't give a shit who you are - i'm CLOWNING on you fr. like you really thought you could take on shanks? dumbass forreal. is it bc he's gotta have redhair superiority? like if you wanna join the red hair pirates just say so...jkjkjk (kid i still love you but NO ONE is safe from my dogging) i be roasting everyone left and right. so honestly, he'd probably HATE me. but i think he secretly just loves arguing.

gimme five minutes, i'll get you lookin punk in no time. im sure i got some patches around here somewhere to make you a vest and i've got PLENTY of eyeliner and hairspray just lemme know what era we going with lmao

i love robin so much. she's so beautiful and smart and i'd kill for her frfr. i think i could survive with the strawhats. they have a level of chaos im used to and luffy reminds me of my little sister.

i meeean more than 1/3 of the french language is the same in english, so understanding sanji makes a lot of sense. the language is also just pretty similar in general in terms of words. (i took it in hs bc i was convinced i was going to move to cambridge or smth with my pathology degree that i never ended up getting lmao)

or maybe sanji was talking to you through your dreams frfr. you guys LINKED IN FORREAL NOW

[auxiliarydetective]

*pokes head from ground like a prairie dog*

i see you have an opla oc as well…? tell me anything you wanna share abt Cora pls!!

Yessss, I do!!! My darling Cora~ There’s SO much I could say about her but I don't know your level of manga knowledge and I don't wanna spoil too much (please read her fic, I'm begging, it's not a long read), so... Have 10 mostly spoiler-free facts and fun facts!

1. Cora's full name is Akaito Coraline (pronounced Korahleen like in French for manga trivia reasons) and she comes from a long line of very famous tailors

2. Cora and Sanji were childhood friends and pretty much immediately become very close again when they reunite at Baratie. You really can't say who fell first and who fell harder, they are both down bad and being stupid about it. It's the same but also very different for Zoro and Cora, except they are being even more stupid about it. Like, I'm pretty sure they don't even know they're in love and it'll take years for them to act on it. And then we have Zoro and Sanji being Zoro and Sanji. Like, are you flirting or fighting? (Looking at you, plate scene...) These three, I swear...

3. Cora's main weapon is a rapier and she can use a large pair of scissors as a parrying dagger if necessary, but she prefers just not fighting at all or tricking her opponents. She's not too strong of a fighter, but I always like to say that, ignoring all personal relationships, if her and Zoro fought, the winner would probably be decided by luck within the first few seconds, simply because it's a rapier vs a katana. Either Cora stabs Zoro straight away and wins or Zoro slices Cora straight away and wins, since they both have no real way of dodging each other’s fighting style. Similarly, she could potentially beat Luffy in one stab because of her longer range. But if she has to go longer than a minute or so against either of them, she probably loses because they end up disarming her. Speaking of losing, she loses against Sanji. That's just it. If they even fought at all, he would probably dodge the first stab and the next second he kicks her rapier out of her hand. Then she'd have to try and strangle him with his necktie but that takes time and every second counts against Sanji, so... Yeah, she loses. I'd say she's probably rank 4 among the Straw Hats fighting-wise, quickly followed by Nami and then Usopp is just, well, poor Usopp. For now...

4. She does the crew's laundry because she doesn't trust anyone else with the laundry. Like, she took one look at those guys and went "nope, you’re not touching my clothes, nuh-uh". And she was right, the others have no clue what they're doing, except maybe Nami and Sanji, but Cora has very special fabrics and opinions, so... She does the laundry, no bickering necessary

5. Very much an Acts of Service kind of person in that her first instinct when she likes someone platonically or otherwise is to go "let me make some clothes for you OwO". If she sees one loose thread on your shirt or something, or a button threatening to fall off or a small hole or tear or anything, she's right there like "Want me to fix it for you??? Please, I love you."

6. Will wear heels anywhere anytime. If she can't wear heels, she'll go for platforms. Generally, it's fashion over function with her, even though she usually finds a way to combine the two. For example, all her skirts AND dresses have pockets and she tries her very hardest to also keep that rule in her designs. If it's not 100% snug to the body, it will have pockets. Otherwise, she'll make sure you get a matching bag/purse.

7. She definitely judges people by their fashion choices. If you're a villain and you're up against her, the first thing she'll do is insult your outfit and then turn your bad fashion choices against you by using your clothes as a weapon. Anything is a bad fashion choice when up against Cora and her devil fruit.

8. Speaking of devil fruits, hers is the Chiku Chiku no Mi or Sew Sew Fruit which allows her mastery over essentially all of the steps and items in the clothesmaking process. Not too practical for full-on battle because you can't concentrate on thin thread and complicated seams while fighting, but hella versatile in everyday life AND when fucking with people (take the double entdendre or leave it, I didn’t intend for it but... it's true-)

9. Traumatized as hell (I won't say from what, read the fic if you want a hint) but the Straw Hats are her emotional support idiots

10. Scared of touch but also chronically touch-starved. Once it settles into her brain that you are safe to touch and, most importantly, be touching her, she absolutely will become a cuddle bug. Remember how generally touchy the Straw Hats are with each other? She'll get there one day, give her maybe one more season or two

Aaand, to top it all off, have a bonus fun fact about her family name:

"Akaito" is derived from the Japanese "akai ito" which means "red thread" and refers to the red string of fate which binds lovers. Keep that in mind, it'll become important later in the story ;)

Thanks SO much for the ask! Feel free to hop in my ask box again anytime. I have many more things to share and I always love talking about my baby Cora

[elfboyeros]

The Bridgehidien Ball

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@lerenee @jj-pines @karaboutmyart

"What?"

"The Bridgehidien Ball," Georgia replied, across one of the circular cafeteria tables, "Are you going?"

"I don't know what that is," Rowan replied.

Georgia looked at them with wide eyes.

"You live with Indigo Bookstone freaking Corals, how do you not know?" the seer replied.

"Indigo isn't fond of social events," Maverick remarked, "and Indigo isn't—"

"Do not dis my woman, Ricky," Georgia growled.

"I'm still not being told what the Bridgehidien Ball is," Rowan retorted, looking at their new friends around the table as Georgia and Maverick began to argue.

"The ball is like an American prom," Elias commented, "It goes back to old tradition, the custom brings everyone together at the beginning of the new year, while also throwing a grand party for the lady Bridgehid."

"American prom," Rowan muttered, thinking of all the American teen movies they watched as a little kid.

"So, are you gonna go?" Georgia asked again, "It's this Friday, everyone is invited. Please say you're going."

"I..." Rowan thought for a moment, it would be fun spending time with Georgia, Maverick, Elias, and maybe even Nemo, "I don't have anything to wear."

"It isn't until Friday night," Georgia replied, "We can go out Friday morning and get you something to wear."

"That does sound like fun," Rowan said optimistically, before remembering that they would probably have to ask Indigo for permission.

The week went on quietly, ending on Thursday evening.

Rowan looked for Indigo in her home library. "Indigo?" Rowan questioned, trying to find her in the maze of bookshelves.

"Yes?" she responded, poking her head around one of the shelves.

"Could I go out with Georgia tomorrow?" Rowan asked, "...I wanna go to the Bridghidien Ball, but I don't have anything to wear, so she's gonna help me find something."

Indigo nodded, "You can go. Just be safe," she replied, as she continued to put a stack of books back on the shelf.

"Wow."

"Quoi?"

"I didn't expect that to go so smoothly," Rowan admitted, "I've been anxious about asking to go all week."

"You're sixteen, jellyfish," Indigo chuckled, "You're allowed to go places and have fun. Georgia, Elias, and Maverick are your friends, aren't they? If you want to hang out with them, you can. I just have to know where you are, or where you all are going, and as long as you're back by 22:30 at the latest, I am unbothered."

There was a slight pause, "Thanks," Rowan replied, "I think I'm still getting used to not being at Oceanside."

"I mean you've only been here for a month," Indigo added.

"Yeah," they sighed as they leaned against the closest bookshelf, "It's also weird to have friends."

"Having friends is... different," the mage agreed, "especially when they seem to pop up out of the thin air."

"I never thought I would like being around people this much."

Indigo smiled to herself, "It's like that," she began, "There are those certain people that you click with almost instantly. Those people you won't mind spending the rest of your days with, even though you hadn't wanted to before. Your mother said something like: "You'll find your people whether you like or not, and even if you didn't want to find your people in the first place," she told me that when I asked her to leave me alone when we first met."

Rowan smiled, "You make her seem like Georgia."

"In the way of making friends, she was like Georgia, although your mother wanted to befriend the kids that were not exactly the social type. Georgia however wants to befriend the world."

"Thank you," the teen remarked.

"For what?" Indigo asked in confusion, looking toward Rowan who was now standing away from the shelf.

"For letting me go out tomorrow," they answered, Indigo opened her mouth to reply but Rowan quickly interjected, "and for telling me about my mom."

The French mage closed her mouth for a moment before speaking, "Of course."

Georgia and Rowan agreed to meet at a little boutique in the center of town the next morning, an hour after the shop opened. The shops in the Marquisian town center had a European aesthetic, Rowan thought about the nation they stood in as they waited for their friend.

Marquis Island is an island in the North Sea, with a close relationship to its nearest neighbor, Denmark, and is of fair size, but not nearly as large as Great Britain and some of the other European countries. Though it is part of the EU it is a nation all its own. The nation actually only had two cities, if you can even call them that, one on the East and the other on the West (the west being the "capital" which its royalty and government are and the East where Bridgehid resides). It is sort of funny how the island is seen as a refuge, much of the country is a melting pot of -mostly- Europeans that have stories of leaving their old lives behind for something new, in the quiet whimsical land of fae, sorcerers, and magic.

"Rowan!" Georgia called loudly, snapping the young teen out of their thoughts, "Sorry I'm late. I was on the phone with my bebia, so I lost track of time."

"Bebia?" Rowan questioned.

"... It means grandmother in Georgian."

Rowan nodded, before following Georgia into the boutique. The pair greet the employees.

"Do you want something in pink, since it's your favorite color?" the seer asked as the two of them began to browse the racks of clothing, "You want something with a skirt or pants?"

"Since my hair is pink, I don't like wearing pink clothes," Rowan answered, "...I would rather not wear a dress."

"Alright, to the masculine section!" Georgia remarked with vigor.

The two friends spent a while in the shop perusing the men's section.

Georgia pulled many garments to get Rowan's opinion, which was mostly a shrug and a head tilt to the side. They came across a dull green suit jacket and high-waisted matching pants.

"Georgia," they verbalized, holding up the ensemble, "...What do you think about this?"

"This is really cute!" she proclaimed, "You just need an undershirt."

Rowan nodded in agreement, before wandering around the store a little while longer. They went with Georgia while she went into the feminine section.

Georgia was looking for a dress that was formal enough for the ball but fitting with her personality. While she found a light orange gown with flower detailing on the sleeves, bodice, and hem, Rowan found a lace undershirt.

Happy with the clothes the both of them had picked, they decided to pick a few accessories.

Rowan grabbed a pair of shoes before paying for their items.

Afterwards the two stopped at a café after having a late lunch together, then they both headed to Indigo and Calvin's place to get ready for the night ahead.

"I'm back!" Rowan shouted, taking off their shoes at the door and slipping on some home slippers.

"Is Georgia with you?" Indigo called, from the kitchen.

"Yeah!" Rowan declared, looking over at their friend who had those magical stairs in her eyes, like she had in magic class, clearly marveling at the home she was in.

"Did you two have a nice day out?" the Frenchwoman asked while walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. She was dressed in a robe with her hair wrapped up in a towel.

Rowan started heading towards their room with Georgia following slowly behind.

"Yeah, I was surprised that I found stuff I like," the teen answered, motioning to the shopping bag in their hand.

"Merveilleux!" Indigo remarked, turning her gaze to Georgia who was still in awe of the mage's home.

"Your home is beautiful," Georgia complimented.

The mage professor smiled, which was basically a shot in Georgia's heart, it was very obvious who Georgia looked up to.

"We should go get ready if we want to meet Elias to take pictures together," Rowan remarked, as the Georgian seer was still in admiration of the woman in front of her.

"Right," she squeaked out, following Rowan down the hallway to their room with a skip in her step.

"Okay!" Georgia uttered in a confident stance turning from the pile of items on Rowan's bed, "No makeup, light makeup, a lot of makeup?"

"Uhm... light makeup," Rowan replied, sitting in their desk chair.

The teen artist pulled out a few pallets and cosmetic bags sitting them on the desk before beginning to work, "I never thought I would be in Indigo's house, like ever," Georgia commented, with a soft smile.

"You look up to her," Rowan stated.

Georgia nodded, "My family moved here when I was little, and there was a day the whole family went on a shopping trip in the town square," she explained, "And of course because I was little, I got lost. I touched some random guy by accident and -because I'm a seer- I froze. I saw stuff I didn't need or want to see. And of course, the guy I touched wasn't genuinely nice. Just imagine little Georgia in the town square being stared down by a large ass man with a really mean look on his face. He was about to punch me, a literal child. Then she popped up out of nowhere – Can you close your eyes, please?

Rowan stayed silent, wishing for the girl putting the pigment on their eyelid to continue, "She was this goddess-like being in my child brain, this woman that appeared from the heavens to save a small Georgian child," she continued while continuing to do the pink haired teen's make-up, "...And then seeing her in action! Her talents go beyond controlling the elements, obviously, but Indigo punches and kicks grown men in the face. When it was over, I was awe-struck, and couldn't stop thinking of the mage with the turquoise & lavender hair, and her handsome knight with the épée. Just because they were so cool!"

"Do Indigo and Calvin remember you?" Rowan asked curiously.

"Calvin doesn't, he only knows me as Maverick's friend and my older sibling's little sister," the seer answered, "Indigo does, I've been trying to become her apprentice for the past year!"

"She won't let you?"

"...Not through the college, if I would have become her apprentice – open your lips a little. I could have gotten into some of the college classes early, but every time I've asked, her answer was always no. Now that I'm actually at the college, I haven't gotten the chance to ask her."

"Maybe the answer will be different," Rowan commented, hopeful for their friend.

"Me too. Okay I'm done, look!"

Rowan looked in the mirror that sat on their desk, seeing the light and natural make-up upon their face, "I like it," they commented.

"Yay!" Georgia exclaimed, and started going to grab her gown, accessories, and make-up bag, "I'm gonna get ready in the bathroom, then we can go meet up with Elias."

Rowan nodded while continuing to stare at themselves in their little desk mirror as the Georgian seer left the room, only to start pulling their items out of their shopping bags a few moments later.

They took out their braids, after putting on the lace shirt, dull green slacks, and suit jacket. Layering two belts on their waist, and slipping on their new dark dress shoes, they were satisfied. Well, satisfied after just slicking back their hair to get it out of their face.

"What do you think?" Georgia asked, reentering the room, and spinning around in her peach-colored gown with the flower details. Her face was covered in orange, yellow, and gold make-up, "You look great!"

"You look really cute," Rowan complimented.

"Alright, let's go meet Elias!" Georgia declared, before the pair left the bedroom.

"Oh hi, Mr. Bookstone," she remarked as she saw Calvin walking down the other side of the hallway, heading to his bedroom.

"Don't call me that," Calvin chuckled, waving, "You two look nice."

The two of them thanked him as they passed each other.

"Be safe and have fun tonight!" Calvin encouraged as the teens left for the front door.

The two of them met up with Elias on the college campus and aided the photographer in one of his favorite pastimes before entering one of the great halls for merrymaking. They met up with Maverick in the process.

The rounded ivory walls and marble brown floors, the room is full of many people in ornate gowns and suits. Everyone was pleasantly enjoying themselves with the food and drink provided.

Maverick seemed to be looking for Nemo.

"Nemo is..." Elias searched the sea of people before seeing the ravenette speaking to his tutor, "over there, Mave."

Maverick nodded, waving to his friends before linking up with his boyfriend, as Nemo and Sloan (along with Casper, because he and Sloan are never separated) went their separate ways.

"Woah!" Georgia exclaimed as her eyes locked on Indigo and Calvin when they walked into the ballroom.

Indigo wore an emerald gown; her hair was worn up messily. Calvin was in all black from his shoes to his open front shirt.

"...I wonder how he got that scar," Elias muttered, calling attention to the large scar on Calvin's chest that happened to be on full display, to which Georgia and Rowan shrugged.

"Am I going to get a dance out of you tonight, love?" Sloan inquired, catching Indigo's attention as she stepped aside to talk to others in the ballroom.

"Possibly, dear, but not at the moment," Indigo countered.

"What about me?" Casper asked with his hands, which made the mage smile.

"Of course, lead the way!" she responded before he took her hand and began to lead her to the dance floor.

"I'm stealing your husband," she mouthed jokingly to Sloan, before being led away.

"Do you want to dance with me, Sloan?" Calvin asked.

"I would rather not," the alchemist professor sighed into his drink, "Plus, you and I have nothing to discuss."

"Fair enough," Calvin chuckled.

The night was full of life, full of dancing, adults drinking, having fun with friends, and eating small finger foods.

While Georgia was off speaking to some of her friends from the art club, and Maverick and Nemo were dancing, Elias and Rowan were off to the side.

Rowan was trying to catch their breath from all the dancing with Georgia, and Elias was looking through his camera.

"Uh... hey," he uttered, catching Rowan's attention, "y-you look really nice."

"Thanks," they spoke with a kind smile. They stared at him trying to take in his appearance: dressed androgynously in cream and white. His outfit was formal, yet simple, with his pearl necklace around his neck, "You look really nice too."

Elias blushed at their compliment before something caught his eye.

"Huh, I wonder what Percy is marching towards," he observed, watching their biology professor move across the ballroom floor.

"I have no idea," Rowan replied, "She looks pissed."

"She always looks pissed," he commented.

Percy stopped beside Indigo, who was on her own for the moment sipping on alcohol, "Corals, we need to talk."

"Ah, hello Percival, how is the year going for you?" Indigo asked, giving Percy a small glance, "You look very nice."

"Your ward shouldn't be in my class!" Percy declared, after rolling her eyes at the mage.

"Why?"

"They are too smart for my class, Indigo!"

Indigo sat her empty glass on a nearby table before turning to Percy, "Aren't you the one that always says that you don't care why students take your classes? And you also often state that your Biology 130 class is the easiest class a student will ever take here."

Percy opened and closed their mouth, "That's not my point. You have seen your ward's testing scores, just like I have. They should be in more high-level classes, so they could be challenged while being educated. ...They already know what I am teaching!"

"I see that being easier on you, you know their work will be perfect every time," Indigo retorted, clearly done with the conversation.

"Your ward—"

"Their name is Rowan," Indigo pronounced with narrow eyes.

"Rowan should be in my organic chemistry class," Percy offered.

"They don't like organic chemistry, they tried taking it before graduating primary school, they barely passed," the mage informed.

"That exactly my point, I—"

"Then talk to Rowan about it," Indigo sighed, making eye contact with Percy.

"You already have, and they said no, and you want me to make them do it," Percy gave a small nod in agreement, "Look, Percival, I have too much to worry about right now, I'm not going to make Rowan do something they don't want to do. Really, if I had things my way, they wouldn't even be here. But here we are, so I'm letting them do as they please."

Indigo looked out at the dance floor.

Georgia and Elias had an impromptu dancing session while Rowan and Maverick watched laughing (Nemo was watching his brother too, although he was not laughing, but smiling slightly).

"And right now, that's what they should be focused on," she ended her remarks with a soft smile.

"When did you become motherly?" Percy scoffed.

"Why are you still so rude?" Indigo retorted with a smirk.

Percy had a retort in the chamber but didn't get to say it as Calvin approached.

"Do you mind if I steal Indigo away for a moment?" he asked politely.

"She's your wife, do whatever you want," Percy scoffed, "We were done."

"Have a nice night, Percival," Indigo said as Calvin began to lead her away by hand.

"You look very nice, by the way, Percy," Calvin called, with his signature smile.

He led her out to the balcony of the dance hall, the night sky a shade of dark blue, the full moon shining on the garden, full of winter plants in full bloom below.

"It's been a while since we've been out here," Indigo commented.

"Seven years," Calvin replied.

"Goddess, we've been married for seven years," she sighed as Calvin turned to face her, "and I did nothing for our anniversary, I'm sorry."

The healer smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear, "It's alright."

"Non, it's not—"

"Indigo, you're enough," he said abruptly, but softly, "We've been busy, it's alright, you're always enough."

She sighed, rubbing her face, "...I feel like I'm falling apart," she admitted.

"I'll catch you, don't worry," Calvin pulled her close to him. Her new height, thanks to her heels, allowed her face to fit perfectly in the crook of his neck, "Dance with me?"

"Of course."

Back in the ballroom Rowan was still enjoying the company of friends.

Until a man with mint hair, covered in scars, and one golden eye loomed, dressed in a satin metallic green dress shirt and a pair of slacks approached them.

"Rowan King?" he asked, his voice was an odd "normal" compared to his appearance.

"That's me," Rowan responded.

The man stared at them. Their friends looked at him, seeming intrigued.

"Come with me for a moment," the man said firmly.

Rowan looked around the ballroom attempting to find Indigo or Calvin, to no avail, before nodding and following the man to wherever he wanted them to go.

"Who was that?" Georgia asked her friends.

Elias shrugged.

"It looks like the guy that hangs around Duke," Nemo answered.

"The Necromancer," Maverick sighed.

The mint haired man led Rowan to Duke, who had hidden himself in the hall around a group of people all laughing and interacting with one another like the highest of aristocrats.

"Ah, thank you, Neon," Duke thanked, making eye contact with the man Rowan had followed.

Neon passed Duke to sulk in the group of people who were in a corner.

"Hello, Rowan. How have your studies been going?"

"Good," Rowan replied, now being stared at by a group of my ten or so adults, who had stopped loudly snickering with each other and begun speaking in whispers.

"I assume you are having fun tonight."

Rowan nodded, feeling extremely uncomfortable from all the eyes on them.

"I'm surprised Indigo is letting you be so free," Duke commented, "although I assume she doesn't keep an eye on you for long."

There was something about his tone when mentioning Indigo, it was clear he's not a fan, even though he is the one who brought her up.

"Indigo and Calvin treat me almost like an adult, they give me a curfew and keep track of my whereabouts, but I am allowed to be a normal teenager," Rowan commented, hoping that their reply would not continue the conversation for an extended period.

"It shocks me, she hasn't locked you away like she threatened," he scoffed into the glass of whatever he was drinking.

"Pardon?"

"After your mother died," Duke let out a laugh, "Indigo and I got into many arguments, all about your well-being, because simply, Esma was gone."

His flippant way of talking about the deceased huntress, when she's only been spoken about with admiration, is jarring.

"I remember Indigo once said that she was going to keep you away from me, far away actually," he added, "and yet here you are."

Rowan said nothing as the headmaster continued to speak, "She and Sloan think I killed Esma, you know."

"Killed?" Rowan asked quietly.

"And it wouldn't be shocking if they think I caused your father's mysterious illness... which I didn't."

"My... father..."

"Oh, do you not know Jacob?" Duke asked with this smirk that seemed unnatural, and with such an offhanded tone, that clearly showed he had no respect from anyone but himself if that.

Rowan froze.

"Indigo and Sloan should know just because it happens in my college doesn't mean I am the reason it happened, even if it is the death of loved ones," Duke continued, "I hope the best for you, I really do, and I also hope that you didn't inherit your father's weak immune system. Despite what everyone says, you look just like your father, not your mother."

The words were so insignificant, but why didn't Rowan remember their father, this Jacob, who was he? What illness did he have? And Esma! Sloan and Indigo thought she was murdered by Duke. Was this the college negligence Sloan was talking about? What the hell was going on?!

"Let's hope you'll even live longer than they did," was the last thing they remembered him saying, before Rowan disassociated and walked away from him.

"Rowan! Rowan! Are you okay?" Sloan asked in great concern, grabbing their shoulders.

They were no longer standing in front of Duke and his group of his corner people, but now in the middle of the ballroom, seeming dazed and zombie-like, tears perched on their waterline.

"I need... I need Indigo," was all they could muster.

Sloan looked over at Percy, who he had been talking to before he spotted Rowan in the middle of the dance hall.

"I think Calvin took her out to the balcony," the biology professor replied, a hint of worry in her voice.

Rowan followed them out to the terrace, catching Indigo and Calvin mid-kiss before the waterworks started and they broke down.

"Indigo!" they cried, snapping Indigo and Calvin out their romantic gaze.

"Goddess, Rowan, what's wrong?" Indigo asked, rushing over to them.

"Du-Du-Duke talked about my mom," they heaved, hot tears streaming down their face, "He-he-he said you a-an-an-and Sloan think he murdered her."

Indigo was becoming irate, "He mentioned my dad, and he—"

"Bastard," the mage scoffed, before letting go of their arms and marching back into the room.

Rowan couldn't hold themself up in their current state, thankfully, Calvin was present to catch them.

"Woah, woah, woah, I gotcha you kid," he remarked catching them mid-fall, "I've got you."

Indigo's dark colored heels loudly clicked against the marble floor as she stomped her way over to Duke.

She found him in his corner with all his "followers" around him in a circle as he stood in the middle. She pushed her way through all of the people and smacked the smug dean in the face.

"YOU INSENSITIVE BASTARD!"

"Good eveni—"

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BRING UP JACOB!" she screamed, pushing her finger in his chest, "You've been cursing Esma's name for years, and despite our better judgment Sloan and I have let you, but bringing Jacob into this melodrama when he has nothing to do with it is a low blow. You only did it to get under my skin and make an orphan cry!"

"Angel, let's go," Calvin called, Rowan in his arms. Georgia, Elias, and Maverick running up to him to see what was wrong.

"Is Rowan, okay?" Georgia asked.

"Is there anything we can do?" Maverick questioned.

The healer didn't reply, as everyone continued to listen to Indigo rant loudly.

"I don't just think you are a murderer; I know you are! You hide behind falsehoods to disguise whatever the hell you are actually doing. You are ruining the lives of those that have the displeasure of being in the same room as you."

"And you!" she turned her rage toward that mint haired man that led Rowan to him in the first place, "You just enjoy watching other people's suffering! Is this your revenge? For surpassing you? You old parasitic fu—"

"INDIGO!" Calvin yelled; his voice so loud that it bounced off the walls. He sounded angry, but not at her, no, he was mad at the situation.

Indigo's mouth shut as soon as he screamed her name.

She stared at Duke with so much wrath and heat, while he stood there with a small smirk on his face, his left cheek bright red.

She turned on her heels, and left following her husband, feeling defeated, like she had just lost some game that she didn't know she was playing in the first place.

"What do you think happened?" Georgia asked her male friends as they sat on the college dorm backsteps under the night sky.

After leaving the event not too long after the mage professor, her husband and their friend took leave.

Nemo, a few steps below her, blue smoke from a vape pen he wasn't supposed to have, before sighing, "Indigo mentioned Sloan and they both don't like Duke, so maybe she finally just snapped?"

"Even Calvin was mad," Maverick added, sitting beside the alchemist in training, hugging his legs, "so it has to be deeper than just Indigo not liking Duke."

Elias shrugged beside the young seer, looking up at the stars, "I just hope Rowan is okay."

Georgia, Maverick, and even Nemo all nodded.

[unfocused-always]

Chapter VIII: A Quick Guide to Ruining Your Life and Other Bad Decisions

Summary: Misaki makes a deal with the devil??

A/N: Nope, you're not free from me yet. Also for the *I do love French language.

Golden light poured through pointed windows cascading over heavy wooden shelves like a soft blanket. It was nearing eight p.m., and the sun was slowly hiding behind the horizon. That and the barely visible letters on the page finally convinced Misaki to give up the fight and turn on the light. 

The library at Sakamaki's house was, unsurprisingly, enormous. Bookshelves lined the walls and occupied most of the remaining space, leaving only a reading nook unoccupied. At least, it was like that before she barged in a few hours earlier with a bucket of coffee, painkillers, and a goal at hand. 

If last week was a person, he'd no doubt fail students for fun and kick innocent puppies off the stairs. She winced at the mental image. Although the comparison was pretty close.  I don't know who you are.  Those words have repeatedly played in her head since she woke up from near-comatose sleep.  Stop.  Each sentence felt like a punch in the gut.  Don't contact us again.  

Her dad, the  dad  she knew, would never turn his back on an innocent person begging for help. But then again, in their eyes, she was a stupid teen playing a cruel prank. She pressed her forehead against a cool glass, hoping it would bring her answers.  What happened when I was away? How could they forget me so quickly?

"Bitch-chan!"

She thumbed the pages. This situation, albeit bizarre, had to have an explanation. And everything in her was telling her it was indeed supernatural.

"Bitch-chan~" Hot breath washed over her neck. "You'll hurt my feelings if you ignore me like that."

"Why do you keep doing that?!" She demanded, almost falling off the chair in the process.

Laito smiled a little too smugly for her liking. "Hm, but I've been calling out to you this whole time! It's rude to ignore someone like that, you know."

Anxiety clawed up her back. She could feel every spot on her body crying in agony, and that was after a heavy dose of painkillers. Pissing him off now-  Nope, we are not going there. 

"Sorry," she managed, suppressing a shiver in her voice. "I was just thinking."

"Thinking, huh?" She could tell from his tone alone he didn't buy it for a second. "And what thoughts absorbed you so completely? I wanna hear every ~ single ~ detail."

"I've been trying to make sense of this," she pointed at the library catalog, "but how you found anything here is beyond me. Why are half of the books here in Latin?" 

He leaned in, resting his head on his palm. "It's fitting, don't you think? Dead language for dead creatures."

The incredulous look on her face must have told him everything, as his laugh almost muted her following words. "You guys speak Latin? Just like that?" 

"On ne sait jamais~"

She leaned back in her chair, almost asking him to repeat that. "Oh no, no, no," she shook her head. "That, my dear dead creature, is French. I'd recognize that cheese-choking accent anywhere."*

"Aah, you've got me this time, Bitch-chan." His eyes narrowed on her, and her stomach sunk, hoping to shrink into itself. "Say, how will you punish me?"

She was legally obliged to do a double-take at that. He couldn't be serious, right? "Punish you?" She stammered. 

"Of course. After all, I did try to deceive you, didn't I?" 

She knew he was plotting something with the way his mouth quirked up. Even though he was babbling about  his  punishment, there was no doubt in her heart that it would be her spot if she didn't play her cards right. If only it was so simple.

"I suppose the 'I'll let it slide this time' is not an option?" She asked, crossing one leg over the other. 

"Hm~ You know, if you don't teach me a lesson, I might just keep up the deception. Do you really want that?" 

Hell would freeze over before he stopped lying.  Chipped in the logical part of her brain. But it didn't mean she couldn't use the situation to at least try to play something for herself. 

"Right," she started, adjusting her pose to mirror a proper negotiator's. "As your punishment, I want you to tell me everything you know on memory enhancements, or however you call it."

"Aah, Bitch-chan," his pained moan made her hair raise up. "That's not how you do it at all!"

"No," she cleared her throat, shifting in place. "You told me to pick a punishment, and I did."

"But your punishment is boring~" like a puppet on a string, he leaned closer, almost invading her space. "Wouldn't you prefer something more... exciting?"

His voice dropped dangerously low, and panic shot through her. She hadn't allowed herself to unpack all that went down between them, fearful of the things this would force her to admit. She was prepared to chalk it up to exhaustion and basic survival instinct, even if denial killed her. But as his eyes dropped heavy and long fingers slowly trailed up her arms, she had to force herself not to flinch. 

"The punishment," she started, praying for her voice not to betray her. "It was supposed to be your punishment, not mine."

He hummed, his fingertip ghosting along her vein. "You're awfully determined to interrogate me, Bitch-chan. Could it be that you still haven't said goodbye to your family?" The innocent look on his face was almost enough to convince her it was a genuine slip-up. Almost. She'd long since learned hardly anything was accidental with him. "Whoopsie, I wasn't supposed to say that."

It was apparent he knew something. Now the question remained how  she  could   get her hands on that information. Hardly paying it any mind, she caught his wandering hand and placed it palm up on the table, temporarily keeping the fingers confined. "Look," she started, somehow maintaining eye contact. "it's evident that a. you know that something happened to my parents," she began, straightening his index finger. "b. you're aware it has something in common with memory manipulation," she accused, dabbing his middle finger into the table. "and c. you're clearly dodging the question," his ring finger went down with all the conviction she could muster. He, however, remained unbothered. 

"Hm~ Funny, because the way I see it-," he all but purred, his outstretched fingers slowly gliding up her forearm. A slight tremor went through her, and she could have sworn he counted it as a victory. "You're clearly so desperate for any explanation of what happened to your beloved family. Aah, aah," she opened her mouth to protest, and he raised his finger to silence her. "my turn now. I could share it with you, but..."

She knew what he would say far before he grabbed under the chair and dragged her closer, forcing her legs to spread over the edges. His rich scent washed over her, bringing back memories of the first time they were in a similar position. Back then, she didn't know she should run for the hills. Back then, things were easier. Back then, it was all lies. Blood wooshed in her ears as he leaned closer, slowly bringing her fingers to his mouth.

"Everything has a price, Bitch-chan. I wonder how much are you willing to pay?"

He was testing her. It was a bait, a trap so well-marked only an absolute fool would fall for it. Yet, she didn't have many options left. For all she hated it, he was the one with answers. He knew  why  her family had forgotten her and maybe even how to bring them back. But information like that didn't come cheap. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip so hard she almost tasted blood. The next words tasted like ash. "What do you want me to do?"

His grin was equally charming as it was absolutely horrifying. "Excellent answer," he murmured into her palm, and she felt his tongue sneak between her fingers. 

Suddenly she understood what selling her soul must feel like.

***

This,  protested her brain,  is absolute madness. 

Misaki stifled a scream. She knew. She knew why she was doing  this , yet it hardly made it any easier. Pacing back and forth before her door, she attempted to regain any semblance of control over her mind. 

The clock struck twelve.  That's it,  she thought.  This is how it ends. 

Dressed in the most covering cream turtleneck and thick black jeans that didn't have a single smallest hole in them, she still felt it wasn't enough layers. She threw on her loose jacket, and even though she was sweating like hell already, she vowed to keep it on at all times. With that, her armor was complete, and she yanked her door open, heading with purposeful steps toward his room. 

It was one thing pacing in her room. But standing in front of the dark wood, her situation suddenly seemed ten times more real. It was cruel of him. Telling her to come to his room almost four hours later, he gave it just enough time for paranoia and crippling anxiety to take root. Still, she swallowed her fear and knocked. 

The door opened almost immediately, revealing Laito leaning on the frame with the most shit-eating grin she'd ever seen. His lack of clothes made her winter outfit almost laughable. Clad in a barely-buttoned white shirt and comfortable pants, he seemed utterly at ease, like this mess was his typical midnight entertainment.  It probably was,  she thought bitterly. 

"Bitch-chan," he peeled himself from the wall and offered her a hand. "With a look like that, I could think you're trying to seduce me." 

"In your dreams," she grabbed his hand and dragged him inside, kicking the door shut behind them.

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