#maya and friends™

[variablyvictoriri]

VIVIAN CATER-MAGSAYSAY📟💜

🇵🇭🇺🇲 - 17 - She/Her

• Geek girls older sister

• (Only a year younger than her)

• NOT part of the Eltingville club

• Works at a book store in the local mall.

Used be a closet weeb before Major Character Development���

Used to play in a coed baseball team for a majority of her high school where her teammates made fun of her for liking anime & and manga, which led to her being more closed off.

(As well as some minor internalised misogyny)

Her relationship with Geek Girl is a little strained due to her making fun of other geeks despite being one herself.

Both her and Geek Girls parents are not really that present. Their dad (Fransisco) is a doctor, while their mom (Sasha) is a call center agent.

Shes mostly left to take care of her sister, which lead her to grow up much earlier in life.

her only time for her to relax and truly be herself is when she's alone in her room, reading manga, and watching anime.

Vivian before Major Character Development™

Vivian attended prom. She didn't want to but felt like she has to, they'd probably conplain about her being too much of an shut in which is the last thing she wants to hear right now.

She just had to stick it out and deal with snide remarks and small jabs directed to her since it's the last time she ever has to deal with them ever again.

But when she overheard her "friends" talking about how childish she was and how she was such a social climber, she realised that no matter what she does, they'll always find something to ridicule her with.

Her interests, her appearance, her fashion, she had tried to change all of these things to fit in only to just now realise that it wasn't enough.

Fed up and tired of being in heels and her scalp being a little too tight, she called her parents to pick her up early and go home.

On the drive home, she starts looking back at all the things she did when she used to hang out with her old "friends." How they would make fun of other people for being interested in "nerdy" things. One of those being her sister. (Geek Girl aka Maya) She goes and makes amends with her sister and tries to better herself and make up for all the times she's bullied her.

Other illustrations I made of her:

[cinamun]

Hey Cina + RRR, I am probably in the minority on this one, but I kinda don't want to see a jump back in right away with Amaya... maybe allow DJ to show her through continued grown man actions and restraint to show in addition to a new look & job how mature he has become. Plus I wonder other than finishing school and attempting to find a job what she has been up to??

On a different note, Cina your self sim is pretty and always looks so serious in her pictures like she is dealing with some daily foolishness. :D

Basically the simself deals with the same fuckery that I deal with on a daily basis except I don't have a coffee shop attached to my crib and sexy celebrities living above me LMFAO and thank you!

As for DJ, we can probably assume some years have gone by since the Head Heard Around The Worlds™. That was literally the start of college. Then as we saw, she showed up at the grad party so a full college experience went by before he ever saw her again and she left him with the

We can also probably assume, given that his baby cousins recently aged up, that its been a year at least since that grad party moment. I certainly don't think he's that dumbass "wE wErE oN a bREak!!" DJ from freshman year. We are now witnessing grown man DJ. Something tells me he is going to be extra careful with Amaya. I mean, I personally don't see them jumping into anything because look Maya was like "baby I can't afford these seats, nice seeing you, BYE".

I'd say I've seen restraint from him and maybe he just wants his friend back and nothing more? He's just a single dude with a nice career (engineer) living in a haunted world, jacking off and playing video games. He's probably gotten used to the single life and may not even be looking to rekindle anything! Again, they were friends before lovers... what if they just stayed good friends?

I don't know, can't call it. They're still rather young and have a lot of simulated living to do. As always, stay tuned.

[paintstainedpages]

Unravel

Pairing: Art Major!Hyunjin x fem!OC

Genre: College AU, Slowburn Romance, Angst, Smut, Toxic Romance

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, suggestive themes, mild language

Chapter 8: Echoes of Conviction

>Chapter 7

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Daphne, 1:15 pm

Daphne was trying.

Trying to go back to her normal life, her structured existence, her predictable, Hyunjin-free reality.

But the problem?

She couldn’t.

Because he lingered.

Not in the romantic way—oh, God, no. There were no butterflies or dreamy sighs. Just annoyance. Confusion. A frustrating, nagging feeling that he had slipped into her head like a virus.

And now, no amount of rationalizing could erase the fact that she kept replaying moments from their interactions.

How he lied about class so smoothly, as if reality bent to his words.

How he added himself to her contacts with no hesitation, as if that was just a normal thing to do.

How he sketched something so deeply melancholic, only to brush it off like it was nothing.

She didn’t like it.

But she also didn’t know how to ignore it.

She spent the afternoon distracting herself with assignments, caffeine, and the comforting delusion that she was totally fine.

And now, as she walked into class, she fully intended to keep up the act.

But then she saw her friends.

And realized they looked like absolute shit.

She slid into her seat, dropping her bag beside her, and glanced at the war zone that was Maya and Ethan.

Maya, her ankle bandaged from the Christopher Incident™, was sprawled across her desk like she had just been through combat.

Ethan, on the other hand, looked like a Victorian child recovering from consumption.

Dark circles. Pale complexion. A haunted stare directed at nothing.

Liv, the only other functioning human here, sighed deeply. “Don’t ask.”

Daphne didn’t need to.

She already knew.

“You look like you lost a battle.” She glanced at Maya. “And you look like you lost a war.” She turned to Ethan.

Ethan didn’t respond. He just slowly turned his head, blinking at her like a man who had seen things.

“I was in an emergency room, Daphne.”

Daphne, deadpan: “Yeah. Because of your own choices.”

Ethan inhaled sharply, then dropped his head onto the desk, dramatic and near death.

Maya grumbled, shifting slightly. “It wasn’t my fault.”

“Oh, really?” Daphne arched a brow. “Because I remember you loudly declaring your mission to seduce Christopher Bang.”

“Pursue,” Ethan muttered weakly into his sleeve. “She said pursue. Like a goddamn Shakespearean character.”

Maya groaned. “Please. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Daphne held up her hands. “Fine. But I just want to say that your decision-making skills were questionable at best.”

Liv chimed in, tone exhausted. “Thank you. Someone had to say it.”

Maya pouted, rolling her eyes. “You all are so unsupportive.”

Daphne just shook her head, exhaling.

These were her friends. Absolute disasters. But hers.

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Daphne, 1:30 pm

The professor’s voice droned on, weaving through the classroom like background music in a film Daphne wasn’t paying attention to.

She should have been listening.

She should have been taking notes, absorbing whatever knowledge was being handed to her, nodding along like an engaged, responsible student.

Instead—she was staring at her blank page.

And the problem was not the class.

It was her own damn brain.

Because somewhere between the professor’s breakdown of media ethics and the soft scratching of pens against paper, her mind had done something completely unnecessary—

It had wandered.

To him.

Hyunjin.

She frowned.

It wasn’t intentional. She didn’t want to think about him. She had far better things to do than replay past conversations with a guy who lived off of arrogance and artistic melancholy.

And yet—

His voice was there. The way he smirked like he knew something she didn’t. The way his fingers moved across the page, sketching something raw and chaotic while acting like it meant nothing at all.

Daphne exhaled sharply through her nose and forced herself to focus.

Her professor was talking about journalistic integrity. This was important. This was her future.

Not some random, detached art student with a talent for making people feel unsettled in their own skin.

Daphne gripped her pen tighter and scribbled something onto the page.

She needed to get a grip.

It wasn’t Hyunjin.

It was her.

That had to be it.

Her life had been on autopilot for years—structured, responsible, predictable. And then suddenly, there was a shift—a disturbance in the force, if she wanted to be dramatic about it.

A single moment that made her aware of the monotony she’d been living in.

Hyunjin wasn’t the problem.

The lack of action in her life was.

That must be it.

She tapped her pen against her notebook, trying to convince herself she was right.

But the fact that she was still thinking about it?

Yeah.

She wasn’t entirely convinced.

The universe had a cruel sense of humor.

It waited until Daphne was thoroughly immersed in her own thoughts—thoughts she should not be having, thoughts she was actively trying to bury—to strike.

One moment, she was somewhere else.

The next—

“Daphne.”

She froze.

The professor’s voice cut through the air like a knife, and suddenly, thirty pairs of eyes were on her.

Daphne blinked.

Slowly.

Like her brain was buffering.

The silence stretched.

Then—

“Would you like to elaborate on that point?”

Elaborate.

On what point?

What had they been talking about? Media ethics? News bias? The moral compass of investigative reporting?

Her mind, currently orbiting the memory of Hyunjin’s smirk, had zero clue.

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

She cleared her throat. “Uh—”

Nothing.

Her brain was a deserted wasteland of information.

She could feel the judgment radiating from the professor. Could hear Maya, still slumped beside her, muttering something about waking her up when life stopped being painful.

And then—

A miracle.

From her right, Ethan—her personal, barely-surviving guardian angel—whispered something under his breath.

The answer.

A direct lifeline.

Daphne, not missing a beat, repeated it word for word, keeping her expression cool and composed.

The professor nodded, satisfied.

Daphne exhaled discreetly.

She was safe.

She was fine.

Her pride was only mildly bruised.

Ethan, however, leaned over, grinning through his misery.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” His voice was hoarse, exhausted. “You can repay me by making sure I don’t die after this class.”

Daphne didn’t even register the comment.

Because she was too busy being irrationally pissed off at herself.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She wasn’t like this.

She was sharp. Focused. Always present.

She did not get called out in class like some freshman zoning out for the first time.

And yet, here she was.

Losing her grip, piece by piece.

And all because of him.

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Daphne, 2:20 pm

The moment class ended, Daphne barely had time to grab her bag before it happened.

A presence. Three, actually. Closing in. Fast.

Ethan on one side, leaning against her desk like he had all the time in the world.

Maya, injured ankle and all, propping herself up like a woman on a mission.

Liv, arms crossed, silent but dangerous.

Daphne blinked. “Uh.”

Ethan sighed dramatically. “Alright. Talk.”

Daphne blinked again. “…Talk?”

Maya rolled her eyes. “You know exactly what we mean.”

Liv simply raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Daphne inhaled. This was fine. She could handle this.

“I went home.” She shrugged, feigning casual indifference. “Like a responsible human being.”

Silence.

Then—

Ethan snorted.

Maya narrowed her eyes. “You mean Hyunjin took you home.”

Daphne froze for half a second too long.

Ethan, despite looking seconds away from passing out, immediately perked up. “Ohhh. So something did happen.”

Daphne exhaled sharply. “Nothing happened.”

Maya, unimpressed. “And yet, you’re being weird about it.”

Liv, finally speaking, “You haven’t looked any of us in the eye since class ended.”

Daphne cursed internally.

She should have known they’d pick up on that.

Ethan smirked. “Okay, so walk us through it. How exactly did you end up in his car?”

Daphne hesitated. Bad move.

Maya’s face lit up like a damn Christmas tree. “Wait. Hold on. Are we sensing a pattern?”

Ethan gasped theatrically, “Did you, our dear Daphne, have a moment with the infamous Hwang Hyunjin?”

Daphne, deadpan. “You’re all deeply annoying.”

Liv just watched her, expression unreadable.

Daphne sighed, running a hand through her hair. She could feel the walls closing in.

She gave up.

There was no escaping this.

No strategic dodging, no dismissive brush-offs that would satisfy the absolute menaces that were her friends.

She sighed, crossing her arms. “Fine.”

Ethan and Maya leaned in, eager.

Liv simply tilted her head, unimpressed but intrigued.

Daphne spoke carefully, as if choosing her words wisely would somehow make this less ridiculous.

“Felix called me through Noa’s phone.”

Ethan nodded, waiting. “Right.”

“But then Hyunjin intervened.”

Maya’s eyebrows shot up. “Intervened how?”

Daphne rubbed her temples. “He said he could take me to the dorm instead of Felix coming.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

Ethan raised a single finger. “Okay. But that still doesn’t explain—”

“—how the hell you ended up in the same hallway as Hyunjin in the first place.” Maya finished, arms crossed.

Daphne inhaled. This was the moment.

She had two options:

1. Lie. (Risk getting caught because, let’s be honest, Maya had the instincts of an FBI agent when it came to gossip.)

2. Tell the truth and suffer the consequences.

She exhaled. Fuck it.

“I may or may not have burst into the bathroom while some girl was giving Hyunjin a blowjob.”

A horrified pause.

Then—

“I—” Ethan looked physically winded. Like that information alone had just shaved five years off his life expectancy.

Maya’s mouth fell open. She looked like she wanted to scream but couldn’t find the words.

Liv, for once, actually reacted. Her eyebrows shot up, and she blinked, processing.

Daphne, completely deadpan. “Yeah.”

Ethan raised his hands. “Okay. Hold on. Hold on.”

Maya finally found her voice. “You walked in on Hwang Hyunjin getting head?”

Daphne sighed. “Unfortunately.”

Liv, still staring. “And you’re just… saying that casually?”

Ethan let out a choked laugh. “This is my favorite thing that has ever happened to you.”

Maya grabbed Daphne’s arm, dramatic as ever. “Are you cursed? Did the universe assign you a tragic fate? What the actual fuck, Daphne?”

Daphne pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we not make this a thing?”

Maya snapped her head around. “Oh, it’s a thing.”

Ethan clutched his chest like he had just witnessed a divine act. “This is legendary.”

Daphne held up a hand.

“Enough.”

Ethan, grinning like an absolute menace, did not look like he planned to be done anytime soon.

Maya still looked personally betrayed by the fact that Daphne had somehow lived through an event of this magnitude and hadn’t told her sooner.

Liv, ever the composed one, was now staring at her like she had sprouted a second head.

But Daphne wasn’t about to let them spiral further into The Incident.

“Look,” she said, trying to regain control. “I took his ride because I didn’t want Felix to come all the way, and I didn’t want to walk through a street full of drunk idiots.”

Liv nodded, considering. “That’s reasonable.”

Maya, narrowing her eyes. “Okay… but what happened in that car?”

Daphne, with practiced ease, ignored the question entirely.

The diner? Didn’t exist.

The milkshake? Never happened.

The conversation? Erased from memory.

She was almost in the clear.

Until her phone lit up.

And everything came to a full stop.

A message.

From a contact that shouldn’t have existed.

But there it was. Saved.

H.

She stared.

Her breath hitched—just barely—but enough for her friends to notice.

And then it happened.

Chaos.

Maya, the first to react, lunged. “Who. The. Fuck. Is that?”

Ethan, leaning in with newfound energy. “Oh, no. No way. This is him, isn’t it?”

Liv, calm but terrifying, arched a brow. “Daphne.”

Daphne, clutching her phone like her life depended on it. “Nobody panic.”

Ethan: “I’M PANICKING.”

Maya: “SHOW US.”

Daphne: “ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

Liv: “What does it say?”

Daphne, hesitant, finally glanced at the screen.

H: Didn’t take you for the type to disappear without a word. Thought journalists liked a proper closing statement?

Daphne scoffed aloud.

Of course. Of course, he’d say something like that.

But she didn’t have time to process because Maya was actively trying to wrestle the phone from her hands.

Ethan, gasping in betrayal: “I cannot believe you’re gatekeeping this moment from us.”

Maya, clutching her bandaged ankle in frustration: “I’m injured, you absolute traitor. Have some compassion.”

Daphne, holding her phone above her head, refusing to engage. “It’s not a big deal!”

Liv, deadpan. “That’s exactly what someone would say if it was a big deal.”

Daphne exhaled, locking her phone and shoving it deep into her bag, as if that would somehow bury the situation along with it.

Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and started walking toward the exit.

Her friends—predictably relentless—immediately followed.

Ethan, matching her pace effortlessly. “You’re awfully quiet all of a sudden.”

Maya, limping dramatically but still very much on the hunt for answers. “Suspiciously quiet.”

Liv, unamused. “Daphne.”

Daphne sighed. “I have an interview assignment to work on.”

Maya narrowed her eyes. “That sounds fake.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “It’s literally not. I need to prep questions, check sources, and maybe, just maybe, focus on my actual degree instead of whatever unhinged conspiracy theory you guys are building.”

Ethan, tilting his head. “Sounds a lot like a deflection.”

Daphne stopped walking just long enough to turn to them.

She placed both hands on Maya’s shoulders, ignoring her exaggerated wince for dramatic effect. Then, she turned to Ethan and Liv.

“I love you all, truly. But I need you to go be menaces somewhere else for a bit.”

Maya, offended. “I’m injured.”

Ethan, clutching his chest. “Betrayal. Pain. Suffering.”

Liv, smirking slightly but relenting. “Fine. But this conversation isn’t over.”

Daphne let out a breath of relief. “It never is.”

And with that, she finally escaped, heading toward the library.

Because if there was one place Hyunjin Hwang wouldn’t show up,

It was definitely there.

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Daphne, 4:05 pm

The library was quiet, and for once, so was Daphne’s mind.

She had spent the past hour and a half completely focused, pouring her energy into structuring interview questions, organizing key points, and solidifying the framework for her next project.

She needed to interview someone outside of her major, and with this assignment cleared, she could finally move forward with her plan—interviewing Noa about architecture.

For the first time all day, she was in control.

Then, just as she was about to move onto her final notes—

A breath.

Too close.

And a voice—low, smooth, unmistakably smug.

“So that’s why you ghosted me.”

Daphne’s fingers froze on her notebook.

“You were busy being a hot nerd.”

Her stomach dropped.

Slowly, too slowly, she turned her head—

And there he was.

Hwang Hyunjin.

Leaning against the table like he had been there forever, like this was his space instead of hers, watching her with that expression. The one that suggested he had found something very entertaining in her reaction.

Slowly, she exhaled, forcing her voice to remain even.

“Are you stalking me?”

Hyunjin didn’t look remotely offended. If anything, he looked amused.

With effortless ease, he lifted the art book in his hands, flipping it open like a casual alibi.

“I’m a student too, remember?”

Daphne’s brows furrowed slightly.

It was logical, reasonable, an answer that could hold its own in any argument—except for the way he delivered it.

The slow smirk. The knowing edge in his tone. The way he watched her, like he was waiting for her to catch up to something he already understood.

Then, before she could speak, he shrugged.

“Besides,” he added smoothly, his voice slipping into something quieter, edged with mischief.

He tilted his head slightly, gaze never leaving hers.

“You snuck up on me in my major’s building first.”

Daphne’s mouth parted—only to close again.

Because, unfortunately—she had no rebuttal.

And she had definitely not invited him to sit down.

And yet, with perfect ease, Hyunjin slid into the chair beside her like he belonged there.

He stretched out lazily, setting his book on the table with a satisfied sigh, before tilting his head toward her with mock sincerity.

“Perfect. I needed a study buddy.”

Daphne blinked at him. Once. Twice.

Then—

“You have like a thousand friends.” She gestured vaguely. “Go bother one of them.”

Hyunjin, undeterred, turned to her fully. Relaxed, smirking. Like she had just said something adorable.

“All of my friends are useless in an academic sense.”

His voice was unbothered, smooth, like a truth he had simply accepted long ago.

Then, leaning in slightly, he added—

“You, on the other hand—you’re perfect for me.”

Daphne stared.

Because the way he said it—not like a compliment, but a fact—was, frankly, unacceptable.

She scoffed, shaking her head. “Not happening.”

Hyunjin just smiled.

Because, as always—he wasn’t asking.

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Daphne, 4:45 pm

She had spent twenty-two years of her life without Hwang Hyunjin in it.

And yet, somehow, in the span of just one day, she had managed to endure him twice.

At this point, it was starting to feel like overexposure.

Like a chemical spill in a lab—something she hadn’t planned for, something unregulated, toxic in large doses, but oddly fascinating to observe.

Because there she was.

Sitting in the library.

With him.

Not by choice.

And definitely not because she wanted to.

No, of course not.

She was just too exhausted to argue. That was it.

That was the only explanation.

So there they sat. Side by side.

Studying.

Or, at least—she was trying to.

On the surface, she looked normal enough. Focused, unaffected, absorbed in her notes.

But inside?

Inside, her brain was staging a full-scale rebellion.

Because, apparently, it had nothing better to do than hyper-fixate on the fact that Hyunjin smelled entirely too good.

Daphne clenched her jaw, irritated with herself.

Why the hell does he smell like that?

Like clean laundry and something faintly expensive.

Like a boy who probably didn’t even try to smell good—he just did.

It was annoying.

Deeply, profoundly, annoying.

Her pen dragged over the page with slightly too much pressure, but Hyunjin didn’t seem to notice.

Or if he did, he didn’t care.

He sat next to her like he belonged there, effortlessly flipping through the pages of his art book, completely unbothered.

Like he wasn’t aware of the fact that his presence alone had the power to shift the entire gravity of a room.

Daphne exhaled sharply, staring at the same line in her notebook for the third time.

For someone who had sworn up and down that he followed a strict ‘friend protocol,’ who had been so confident that he didn’t “mingle” with those who shared social circles—he was being awfully involved.

What was his angle?

Did he actually, genuinely, want a platonic female friend for the first time in his life and just randomly decide—

Yeah. That journalist nerd seems like a suitable candidate.

Daphne’s fingers curled around her pen.

Somehow, that idea was even more unsettling.

Because if Hyunjin had deliberately chosen to occupy her space, to be here, to wedge himself into her world when he had no reason to—

What did that mean?

What did he want?

The thought sent a strange unease prickling at the back of her neck, like she was walking into a game she hadn’t even realized was being played.

And then—

She caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Her breath hitched.

He was reading her notes.

Daphne’s head snapped toward him, pulling her notebook closer like it was some classified document.

“Are you—” She pulled her notebook closer to her chest. “—reading my notes?”

Hyunjin, unfazed, barely spared her a glance.

“You need to interview someone?” He exhaled, thoughtful, like he had just stumbled upon something vaguely interesting.

Then, with an air of effortless amusement, he stretched lazily, draping his arm over the back of the chair like he had nowhere better to be.

And with a slow, smug smirk—

“Interview me.”

Daphne blinked.

Once. Twice.

Her mind buffered.

There were many things she expected him to say. Some cocky remark, maybe. A teasing insult, definitely.

But this?

This was unexpected.

She studied him, waiting for the punchline, for some indication that he was merely entertaining himself.

It never came.

Instead, he just watched her, waiting.

And that? That was worse.

Daphne clicked her pen, tilting her head. “You.”

Hyunjin’s smirk deepened. “Me.”

She huffed, deadpan. “That’s adorable.”

Hyunjin pressed a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “Adorable? That’s insulting.”

“Not really.” She gave him a once-over, unimpressed. “More like factual.”

He laughed, soft and amused, before nodding toward her notes. “You need someone outside your major, don’t you?”

Daphne stilled.

He wasn’t wrong.

But still—he was Hyunjin.

And Hyunjin was… well.

She sighed, tapping her pen against her notebook. “I already have someone in mind.”

Hyunjin leaned forward, resting his chin against his hand, studying her. “Noa.”

She hadn’t mentioned that.

She hadn’t mentioned anything.

And yet—he knew.

She blinked, processing. “…How did you—”

Hyunjin smirked. “I pay attention.”

Daphne scoffed, shaking her head. “That’s unsettling.”

Hyunjin’s smirk only grew.

“And yet, you’re intrigued.”

Daphne’s breath hitched, just slightly.

It was ridiculous. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he inserted himself into situations like he had been invited there all along.

She looked back at her notes, willing herself to stay focused. “You’d be a terrible interview subject.”

Hyunjin sighed dramatically, like she had just gravely offended him. “Why?”

Daphne deadpanned. “Because you lie.”

Hyunjin grinned. “Correction—I tell good stories.”

Daphne exhaled sharply. “Same thing.”

He watched her for a moment, something unreadable flickering behind his gaze.

Then, with his voice dropping just slightly, he murmured—

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

Daphne’s stomach tightened.

She looked at him then, really looked at him.

Because no, she didn’t.

And yet, somehow, she was sitting here. Letting him occupy space in her world.

She sighed, shaking her head. “Not even a little.”

Hyunjin smiled, slow and knowing. “Smart girl.”

Daphne had made one mistake.

One single mistake.

She had hesitated.

And Hyunjin, ever sharp, ever calculating, had seized the opportunity before she could even process what was happening.

Because suddenly, she was no longer in control of this conversation.

Suddenly, the air between them had shifted—tilting, unraveling, bending around him like he had been pulling the strings all along.

Hyunjin tapped a finger against the table, his gaze still on her notebook. “You’re set on interviewing Noa, huh?”

Daphne, still skeptical. “Obviously.”

Hyunjin hummed, flipping the edge of a page between his fingers. “Makes sense. It’s the safe choice.”

Something about the way he said it—offhanded, dismissive, like a quiet assessment rather than an opinion—made her narrow her eyes.

“Safe?”

Hyunjin tilted his head, feigning thoughtfulness. “Yeah. You already know her. You know what she’ll say. There’s no challenge in that.”

Daphne frowned. “It’s a structured interview. It’s not supposed to be a challenge.”

Hyunjin’s lips curled, slow and knowing. “Isn’t it?”

Daphne paused.

Because that sounded like a trap.

And yet, she had already stepped into it.

Hyunjin leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “You’re a journalist, aren’t you?”

Daphne sighed, bracing herself. “That’s the goal, yes.”

Hyunjin hummed. “So, tell me—what makes a good journalist?”

Daphne hesitated, shifting slightly. “A lot of things.”

“Give me one.”

She exhaled. “Unbiased reporting.”

Hyunjin nodded slowly. “Interesting.”

Daphne frowned. “Why?”

Hyunjin smiled. That slow, infuriating kind of smile that told her he was already winning something.

“Because you already have a bias.”

Daphne blinked.

Hyunjin gestured toward her notebook. “Noa. She’s your best friend. You already know her story. You already like her.”

He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “What kind of journalist only asks questions they already know the answers to?”

Daphne stilled.

Hyunjin wasn’t arguing.

He wasn’t convincing.

He was guiding.

Daphne exhaled, crossing her arms. “So what, you think I should interview you for the sake of journalistic integrity?”

Hyunjin shrugged, casual. “I think it would make for a more interesting story.”

Daphne narrowed her eyes. “What makes you so sure of that?”

Hyunjin leaned in slightly, voice dipping into something quieter, something that slotted too easily into the cracks of her composure.

“Because you don’t know me.”

Daphne swallowed.

She hated that her body reacted before her brain could catch up.

Because he was right.

And she hated even more that he knew that.

Hyunjin studied her, his gaze slipping over her expression, searching.

And then, just when she thought the moment would settle, just when she thought she had some kind of grip on herself again—

Hyunjin sat back and smirked.

“But if you’d rather take the easy way out, go ahead.”

Daphne inhaled sharply.

There it was.

The push.

The challenge, perfectly veiled as a dismissal.

She clenched her jaw, staring at him.

Because she knew what he was doing.

She knew.

And yet—

“Fine.”

The word slipped out before she could stop it.

Hyunjin’s smirk widened, his fingers tapping lightly against the table.

“Good girl.”

Daphne’s stomach flipped.

And that was the moment she realized—

She had already lost.

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Daphne, 6:30 pm

Daphne stepped into the dorm and shut the door behind her, the click of the lock too final, too deliberate.

She stood there for a second, just breathing.

The air inside was warm, carrying the faint scent of Noa’s lavender candle—a grounding smell, something steady, something safe. But nothing about her thoughts felt steady right now.

Because somehow—somehow—she had agreed to interview Hwang fucking Hyunjin for her own assignment.

She exhaled sharply, dropping her bag onto her desk.

What the hell had just happened?

Her body still felt wired, like her mind was trying to catch up to itself. Her skin still buzzed with the residual feeling of his words—not their meaning, necessarily, but the way they sat in her head like they belonged there.

Because that was the worst part.

She couldn’t even tell if it had been her idea or if she had been pushed into it.

And that realization, more than anything, unsettled her.

Since when did she let other people’s words dictate her choices?

Since when did she bend to a challenge?

Daphne prided herself on knowing herself, on being self-aware, on choosing things because she wanted them, because they made sense.

And yet, in the span of a single conversation, Hyunjin had made her question herself.

The simple, undeniable truth was this:

If Hyunjin hadn’t said anything—if he hadn’t planted that doubt, framed it as a test, made her question her own journalistic integrity—

She would still be interviewing Noa.

Her grip on the desk tightened.

It wasn’t just the decision itself that bothered her. It was the fact that she hadn’t made it alone.

And maybe, just maybe—

She hated that he had been right.

Her thoughts were cut short by movement from the corner of the room.

Noa was on her bed, one hand scrolling through her phone, the other casually stirring her tea. She hadn’t looked up yet, but Daphne could feel the moment she noticed something was off.

Because Noa’s fingers paused mid-scroll.

Then, without even glancing at her, she muttered—“What’s wrong with you?”

Daphne blinked. “Excuse me?”

Now Noa did look up, raising an eyebrow. “You walked in here like you just made a deal with the devil.”

Daphne opened her mouth. Closed it. Then scoffed. “I think I just did.”

Noa noticed immediately.

She narrowed her eyes. “No.”

Daphne blinked. “What?”

Noa sat up, pointing her mug at her like she had just cracked a case. “Don’t tell me this is actually about him.”

Daphne groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “It’s not—”

Noa gasped, mock horror. “Daphne.”

“It’s nothing—”

“Daphne.”

Daphne exhaled sharply, defeated.

“I just… I might’ve agreed to interview him.”

Silence.

A long, horrified silence.

Noa, staring. Processing. Calculating.

Then—

“What the actual fuck.”

Daphne braced herself.

“It’s not that deep,” she said quickly. “It’s just an assignment—”

“IT IS THAT DEEP.” Noa placed her mug down so hard it nearly spilled. “Do you have any idea how much that man talks out of his ass?”

Daphne sighed. “I do.”

Noa pointed at her. “Then why the hell did you choose him?”

Daphne paused.

Because, in all honesty, she wasn’t sure.

Or rather—she was sure, but she didn’t like the answer.

She didn’t like that Hyunjin had led her there so easily, so seamlessly, like it had been her idea all along.

She didn’t like that it still didn’t feel like a bad idea.

And she hated, absolutely hated, that his words still lingered.

“Because you don’t know me.”

Daphne swallowed.

She looked at Noa, at the way she was waiting for an explanation.

And she hated that, for the first time in a long time—

She didn’t have one.

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[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown, losers bracket (Round 1)

Propaganda:

For Adolin Kholin:

HIMBO SUPREME!! Fights with a giant-ass fantasy sword. Unlike everyone else, he does not have superpowers, but he is REALLY GOOD AT SWORD!!! Best duelist in the kingdom, doesn’t want to go to war, just wants to be a jock. He’s still really good at war tho. Once took on a 4 on 1 duel in the most epic chapter ever written and won (ish). Befriends the sword. Her name is Maya. Befriends everyone he meets, actually. One character really wants to hate him, but can’t cuz he’s just genuinely a nice dude.  Super supportive of his girlfriend, knows she’s a girlboss. Talks to his dad’s horse. Probably bi. 

His church lets you pick One Thing to train yourself in, his is magic sword fighting (and hes only second to his father in it) on book 2, chapter whitespine uncaged, he fought basically (his friend helped but was super unprepared)  4 on 1 with an unfair judge and WON

He's almost canonically bi Loves his wife *SPOILERS* Loves his sword so much he resurrected her immortal soul

Omg he LOVESS swords so much. Which sword? Any and all. He talks to his sword before duels, he brings like 30 different blades on a mission and when prompted starts info dumping about what each of them is useful for. His ideal date - sword training his fiance. He is THE sword guy. And also him and Shallan are so bi4bi <3

For Liu Qingge:

Warning for spoilers, He’s the War God of Bai Zhan Peak basically the original sword gay in the world of SVSSS, whether or not you ship him with Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe or neither the point still stands that he’s a draw his sword first ask questions later kinda guy. Also SQQ basically canonically calls him a pretty boy, what more do you need 

He's one of the best swordsmen in-universe! According to the author, he's not interested in a relationship so he's canonically aro and possibly ace as well!

[sparklesinthechat]

Relationship chart with my yuu (there are 7 blocks and each block is how Maya felt about the boyz™ in each book of the main story) 🫶 (sorry if its cringe but yk)

(Open the imagine for better quality)

Template here <3

Yapping time <3

(Under the cut)

☆ In my yuus world, I like to think there is also the manga yuu (or just an universal yuu), and they are bff bc both came from the same world (different countries, tho), and they were forced to stick together, idk. I think it's cute.

☆Maya is in the Pomefiore dorm and Vil really didn't like her at first (she didn't like him either lamao) bc it seemed like she didn't take good care of herself and she often used to cuss so he always scolded her on those things (spoilers: she started sleeping more and only cussing in Romanian so he doesn't understand her.) but after a while he realized she's not that bad and that they have a lot of things in common.

☆ Maya met Idia and Azul very early in the main story bc she wanted to join a club to get her mind to think about something else except her current situation. She was too scared of Vil at that time so she didn't join the movie appreciation club (even tho she really wanted too), instead she joined the board game club where she met Idia and Azul (She taught some of the members +Idia to play DnD)

☆ Maya is in the same class as Ruggie and they are deskmate. They both come from shitty countries/regions where people are poor (more on Ruggie's part, tbh) and are known as thieves, so they bounded over that quickly (sh!t talking gets you friends frfr). After they got closer, Ruggie started asking Maya for favors (ex: "Can you get this to Leona?"; "Can you go wake up Leona?"; etc.) So let's just say she met a new friend after that (Leona finds her annoying, at least thats what he says.)

☆ Maya started talking to Riddle more after book 1, bc she saw her old self a lot in him.

Sorry for bad grammar and typos 😭🙏

[angel-of-the-moons]

Pavitr x reader where his wife or gf does end up pregnant? Idk maybe one where they find out they are and how they'd react to it, or one where reader has been pregnant a while and they do some...activities.

Canon Events

Pavitr x Wife!Reader

TW/CW: Anxiety, Miguel's Canon Event™ PTSD, Pregnancy, Pregnancy anxiety, baby talk!

Pavitr is obviously aged up in this fic

A/N: I'm going to work through my asks a bit to help take my mind off the grief and stress, so I simply had to make this fluffy. I might make a second part to it where it gets spicy, once I feel better.

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"Wuh-oh." Lyla said, swiping through the pop-up monitors surrounding her tiny yellow frame.

"What is it, Lyla?" Miguel asked, sipping his coffee. His deep chocolate eyes focused on the AI's persona as she squinted at the data.

"New canon event detected, Migs." She said, typing faster than any human could ever fathom.

"Where." He said, immediately setting his coffee down to furrow his brows at her.

Already he could feel his body tense at the news, after what happened with Miles and his canon event, not to mention Miguel's own...

He couldn't handle another mutiny, not when everything had finally been settled back into place, the web repaired and strengthened.

"Whose universe is it? Which one?"

"It's... Pavitr's." Lyla said, her eyebrows rising considerably behind her heart-shaped glasses.

He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. Great. What horrible situation did fate have in plan for that particular Spider-Man, now? His Aunty Maya dying? One of his friends? You?

He knew Pavitr understood the importance of canon events, but...

"How bad?"

"Actually it's..." Lyla let out a startled chuckle, tipping her head to grin at Miguel with her crooked teeth. "It's... well, okay, depending on your point of view it could be good or bad, but I think Pavitr might consider this a good one--"

"Lyla..." He sighed, tapping his foot.

"Alright, alright big guy, don't get your panties in a twist." She snorted, "Pulling it up now."

Miguel turned his thick frame to peer at the hologram as an image of you materialized behind him.

It looked like you were in some kind of doctor's office. Judging by the pictures on the wall, some sort of women's health center.

He squinted at the posters, every inch of the room, until his eyes finally focused on you, holding papers in your hand, shaking, the gold band on your ring finger catching the lights above and glinting a little too brightly for his eyes.

Miguel slowly began to circle your image as you read the papers. Your face looked cold and clammy, a bead of sweat trickled down your brow.

Cancer? No, no, Lyla said this was good news, for once.

So, what...

His brows shot up, the creases in his tanned skin deepening as he leaned in to peer over your shoulder at the paperwork.

He rapidly scanned each word. Your flu tests came back negative, no allergens to report, no life-threatening diseases...

But the blood results are what intrigued him.

Estrogen levels were elevated...

As were prolactin and progesterone levels.

Miguel had to step back and let his jaw go slack as he looked at you, holding the papers that, printed at the bottom...

Reported a strong, tiny little heartbeat.

You were pregnant. And judging by the levels of hormones in your system, you were halfway through your first trimester.

He watched as your eyes welled up, fat tears burning hot as they broke over the dam of your lashes, dripping down your cheeks. Your doctor handed you some tissues and rubbed your back, smiling sweetly as she calmed you down.

"I know, I know, honey. It's overwhelming... Just breathe." She coos.

You wipe at your eyes and take a few shaky breaths. "I just... I'm sorry, it's hard to control it all. Ugh, I've been wondering why I've been so moody lately, but my period was late!"

"Mhmm... hormones will do that to a mama." She says patiently. "What will you tell your husband?"

"I think--"

Miguel raised his hand to Lyla to stop the hologram. This was something deeply personal, and it didn't sit right in his gut about this, that he found out before Pavitr...

He pulled up his gizmo and pulled up Pavitr's frequency, his fingers moving a little too fast so he had to backtrack a couple of times.

Finally, the voice to the chipper, younger hero came through.

"Hi, boss! Uh... What's up?" He said awkwardly.

"Go home, Pavitr, I'm assigning someone else to your workload." He said, his tone a bit softer than usual.

"I--whuh--huh?" He could hear the bewilderment in the man's voice as he stammered for a reply.

"Just go home, Pavitr. That's an order."

"I... Eh. Uh. O-okay?"

Miguel sighed as he terminated the connection.

He hoped Pavitr was ready for this.

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"Heee-llo my beautiful wife!" Pavitr called out, dropping his duffel by the door, a bit of a pep in his step as he walked through your apartment to look for you.

Pavitr called your name once or twice, and his brows creased with worry when you didn't respond. Were you out? No... No. Your shoes were by the front door.

He spotted you, sitting at the island in your kitchen, a cup of hot chai in your delicate hands.

You giggled softly as he kissed your shoulder and cheek on excessive pecks and loud "mwah's" before dropping his chin onto your shoulder.

He looked at your social media feed (actually it was some kind of forum that you quickly closed) and chirped, "Whatcha looking at?"

"Oh, just... stuff." You say evasively, squirming in your seat.

"Oh? What kinda stuff?"

"Oh, I..." You say, splaying your hands over an envelope. The logo on the sticker was from your usual doctor's office, and his brows pinched in concern.

"Sweetheart, what's up? You said you had a doctor's appointment today. Is everything okay?"

"W-Well, I... I mean..." You swallow thickly. "It's... I-I mean..."

"Are you okay???" He spun your stool around to hold your shoulders, his big dark eyes wide with concern for you as he scanned your face for any signs of... anything.

"I..." You cast a glance back at the envelope. The words felt like cotton in a dry mouth, choking and unable to utter.

Why were you so nervous about this? You talked about this together, brainstormed the "what-ifs" a million times during late nights, limbs tangled as sweat cooled on your bodies beneath the sheets.

You knew Pavitr would never be... angry about this. With you.

So why was there a nasty pit in the deepest part of your stomach right now?

Pavitr looked at the envelope, and slowly reached out for it, waiting for you to tell him to stop or if you were uncomfortable.

You wrung your fingers together and chewed the inside of your cheek anxiously as you watched him read your papers, mumbling about how everything looked okay.

But...

Then his eyes got to the last page. Your pregnancy test results.

He lifted the paper--almost comically--close to his face.

For agonizing milliseconds that felt like ages, the papers hid his face from view. All you could see was how he trembled, his fists clenching around the paper.

Finally, he lowered them, and those big, beautiful, dark eyes were glistening with tears and his lip was wobbling.

"I'm l--I'm--I'm gonna be a dad?" He blubbered near-incoherently.

"Y.... yes." You peep.

The papers were immediately forgotten as he buried his face into your chest and full-on started to ugly cry, babbling about how much he loved you and how happy he was.

Why on Earth were you ever afraid of how he'd react to the news?

You sniffled and hiccuped, his high emotional rollercoaster hitting you, too.

Immediately, he lifted his snot-covered, tear-stained face to look up at you, and his hands went to your cheeks, wiping your tears away.

"Hey, hey, hey! I love you! I love you so so so so so so so--"

"Pav..." You sniffed.

"Right, right." He muttered lifting his head to look down the hall. The room you two had turned into a room for your sewing projects was across the hall from your room. A little small, compared to yours, but...

"So if we can move stuff around, your machine can come out here, then we can put the crib in there..."

You blink dumbly at him.

"W... wait so you... You're serious? About.... about this?"

Pavitr turns to you with a grin, grabbing a paper napkin from the counter and completely cleaning his face, taking a fresh one and dabbing your tears away.

He kissed the tip of your nose, then your forehead, your cheeks, and finally, your lips.

Pavitr's hands moved low, pressing over your belly ever so gently. His eyes flicked up to yours once again.

"You and this... our little baby, are the most important things in my life." He swears. "I'm never going to back out on either of you."

He kisses you on the lips one more time, pulling away enough to touch your cheek, a grin on his charming, handsome face.

"So! Wanna look at baby stuff online? We can order takeout and chill!"

You didn't know why you were ever worried in the first place.

[drops-of-moonlights]

I found some oldass Winx OCs, like from 2016 old back when I did everything on pixel bases, and I wanted to retouch them once more! especially since on god their designs were so plain lmao. They are:

Brook, Fairy of Liquid Moonlight (Solaria)

Crown Princess Aura, Fairy of Frozen Lights (Solaria, Brella fankid)

Lina, Fairy of Golden Flames (Hoggar)

Delia, Fairy of the Dragon's Heart (Eraklyon, originally a Skoom fankid hence her title)

Lisandro, Fairy of Storms (Andros)

Callisto, Fairy of Foliage (Earth)

Sadly I never really built them up much as characters so at most I can only give like short sentences for each of them lol.

Brook is the leader, Aura's bff, the kind of friend that'll tell you "you are such a stupid bastard" as they make you soup when you're sick. Generally nice to be around until his UM ACKSHUALLY instincts override his common sense. (Originally the OC was a girl named Maya, but I have 5 other OCs with that name and water powers so now he's a dude.)

Aura is still a Brella kid meaning she has Stella's sometimes-overinflated ego with Brandon's natural charisma, aka she's a menace. She's very outdoorsy and competitive making her butt heads with Lina often.

Lina's will make most things a competition for the fun of it and to mess with Aura. Other than that she's a kind girl with a savior complex the size of the sun and a passion for sculpting just as big, wanting to live off her art in the future.

Delia was originally a Skoom kid but now she's just a random Eraklian girl. Sweet and kind, the girl takes no shit from everyone and can and WILL beat you up if you wrong her or her friends. Has a bad habit of getting into other people's shit to try to fix the situation.

Lisandro is the kind of guy that works out because it's fun and nothing else. Just as competitive as Aura (meaning he's also a target of Lina's shenanigans) but unlike her he's very aware of his flaws and that fucks him up a bit. Is also an indie singer.

Callisto is a really really kind and sweet girl with a fucking morbid sense of humor, that loves messing with people with Terrifying Plant Facts™. Other than that she's the capital-G Gamer of the group in both the good and bad sense of the word. She plays 5 MMORPGs at once someone save her from herself.

[suddenlyauntiemaya]

Maya it's horrible your brother can't loaf

I hear many good things about loafing.

The man is not my brother I need friends too I want friends too.

He can loaf badly™ it's fiiiiine.

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

20 Questions for Writers

Thanks @oceangirl24 for the tag! I love you, bestie!

Now, on to the questions!

❣️How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 86 fics! I write all kinds of things! Case fics, angst, fluff, smut, and all that jazz. I like to think that I have a diverse range of stuff on AO3, which I find I'm really proud of :3

❣️What is your total AO3 word count?

613,383....Yes, I write too much.

❣️What fandoms do you write for?

Most of my fics are Ace Attorney, but I have other fandoms like Stardew Valley! I also write in fandoms that are gifts for friends.

❣️What are your top five fics by kudos?

Say My Name (233 kudoes)

Operation Helios (178 kudoes)

Apollo is a Crazy Cat Attorney™ (166 kudoes)

Ace Attorney: Maya Fey (166 kudoes)

Turnabout Birch Meadows (151 kudoes)

Nice! Most of them are Klapollo XD

❣️Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I love responding to comments! I get to ramble, and I want each and every commenter to know that I appreciate them <3. Sometimes I take a long time, so sorry about that!!!! But I'll get to the comment eventualy!!

❣️What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Things Left Unsaid, that fic is SUPER angsty with a really sad ending. It's non canon Major Character Death, so of course it's angsty lol.

❣️What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm...not sure? A lot of my fics end in happy endings. But if I had to pick the happy ending that made me the most emotional, I'd have to choose Blossoming in the Rain.

❣️Do you get hate on your fic?

Surprisingly, no. I've only gotten support for my fics. Which I am VERY much thankful for. To all of my followers, readers, and supporters...thank you SO much for making my fandom experience so lovely <3

❣️Do you write smut?

Definitely lol. I used to be terrified of writing smut...and then I met a certain someone *cough cough* @mikaharuka *cough cough* and now I've written a lot of smut. This is all YOUR FAULT BESTIE.

❣️Do you write crossovers?

Nope lol. I like to keep my fandoms separate.

❣️Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I...don't think so? But if someone has stolen my fics, please be sure to tell me! I'm not exactly keen on the idea of my fics being plagiarized or stolen.

❣️Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, I have no idea. I don't think it has since nobody has approached me before, so to my knowledge it's a no.

❣️Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes!!! I've co written SO many things with my bestiest of besties @tsunderesalty and I love every fic I've co written with him. He's just the greatest and he's an amazing writer. Check him out!

❣️What's your all-time favorite ship?

Hmm! For Ace Attorney, it's a tough choice between Klapollo and Franmaya. For Stardew, my top ship is my farmer and Sebastian (Sebakonnie)

❣️What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My flufftober series. I started it in 2022...and it's currently 2024. I just kinda lost steam for that fic. I am very proud of all the fics I've written for it, though. Maybe I should revisit it...

❣️What are your writing strengths?

Nothing.

Ahem, knowing how my dearest besties would respond to that...I guess my flexibility with writing styles? I talked about this with my friends before, but I have multiple writing styles, five to be specific. I can switch between them pretty easily, and I like to think they're all distinct from each other but still being undeniably me. God, I really don't wanna sound like I'm bragging XD.

❣️What are your writing weaknesses?

NOT KNOWING WHEN TO SHUT THE FUCK UP. I literally cannot shut up for the life of me. It is a curse. My fics would be SO much shorter if I just shut up lol.

❣️Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Oh!!! Actually, so about this! For reference, I'm Filipino, born and raised in the Philippines. I can speak Filipino and Tagalog pretty well, and I can understand Bisaya (Cebuano is its official name, but everyone in the Philippines calls it Bisaya) well, but I can speak it only a little bit. Anyway, I've always wanted to incorporate Filipino and Bisaya into my fics but didn't know how...and then I thought of Filipino Phoenix! Happy to say that I'm planning on writing that soon :3

So yeah, happy to include languages other than English! Especially my native language. Otherwise, for languages I don't know. I use Deepl, it's a very useful tool!

I'm all for using different languages in my fics, and when I get something wrong, I'm quick to correct it!

❣️First fandom you wrote for?

Ace Attorney. I have had Ace Attorney brainrot for SO long.

❣️Favorite fic you've ever written?

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YOU'RE MAKING ME CHOOSE OUT OF ALL OF MY BABIES?

Would it be cheating to choose a series? XD

But yeah! My Defense Attorney Maya Fey series contains my favorite fics of all! The top ones of my list being Ace Attorney: Maya Fey and Yours Truly, Franziska von Karma. I just...love these fics so much...I especially love Ace Attorney: Maya Fey. That bitch has been my baby since like...2021?

Now! Who to tag...that would be my besties @mikaharuka, @aislinnstanaka, @udaberriwrites, @kayedium-writes, @justanotherpersonwhowrites, @mikaharuka @fattybattysblog

[plushietoon]

How about 4?

(Because of the reblog)

Hope everything's fine! ✌️

WarioWare Fan Ask Game!

4. Do you have any personal headcanons or interpretations of the characters? (In relation to design, hobbies, connections to other characters, etc)

Tagging @freakattack since they asked about this too. But I will squeeze in more headcanons in that post >:3 (please do not worry I will indulge in stuff here too)

I've been obsessed with this series since 2018, so I have like, about 6 years of headcanons. This does not include me goofing off with the Thangs in my youth, though I love them dearly. ...it's just that this love is overshadowed by ninjas.

Here's a chunk of headcanons:

Orbulon is squishy and very capable of transformation. I'm stealing the idea from @the-ren-amamiya that he cannot change his eyes when transforming into other beings so he still just wears his shades. He fluctuates between both lanky and chubby depending on his mood, but I like thinking of a middle ground between the two...like give him his boots back, please...

Him, Red, and Ana have gotten into transformation antics because we cannot forget that Red is both Ashley's wand and broom. It is very hard to beat those three when they are hiders in hide and seek. I like @scarlett-v-the-fox's idea that Red's transformations must contain the color red somewhere on him. So between that and Orbulon's eyes, only Ana can do a perfect 1 to 1 transformation when she feels like it.

In speaking of Ana, she's a bit like Ash's Pikachu because she likes contorting herself to partially resemble others to emphasize who's she's (or Kat are) talking about. That or she has a non verbal episode...she has quite a few moments where she doesn't want to talk, or simply can't. Yes I am a bit of a believer she has some neurodivergence, because I am in that boat of being neurodivergent and she has the vibes™.

Shadow was specifically bred to be a dog that's an expert in ninjutsu. Most doggos can't quite just turn into a sword. So in a sense, he's an inheritance from the ninja parents...or clan. Honestly I should pull up my notes on how...distant the parents are...if I can find them.

If you know me, you know I am very fixated on the idea that Ana and Lulu end up as besties. Ana still loves Kat. It's just that on the few occasions where Kat isn't around, there was a time Ana latched onto Lulu 'cause next best thing...that and they both love wearing dresses and eating. Ana cannot talk Kat into the whole frilly dress up time. It may not make full sense in most's lores and maybe even canon, but the one I developed with a close friend has those two also be supportive of one another in developing a sense of self. ...I really need to finish that fic where as (pre?) teens where pageant violence happens. ...It's not exactly as exciting as it sounds, but let's just say Ana defended Lulu who was being harassed by others for not being conventionally pretty.

I used to believe that the Thangs literally lived in Club Sugar. It's a tall building, and I tried to recreate that in the Sims 4. That isn't true anymore but Mr. Sugar still has to deal with the Thangs on a 20/7 basis. Also Mr. Sugar has a instagram for his kitty Bochi.

Miyakiyo has a YouTube Channel featuring her dog Jack, the doggo in the "Shake!" microgame from the first game. It's very much like like Maya the Polar Bear, and it's quite popular. She took advantage of the fact that WarioWare featured Jack in a microgame, especially because Wario ain't paying the royalties to feature that doggo. Of course, the twins are still good friends with Miyakiyo and Jack. I just haven't quite decided Miyakiyo's age.

Bridget and Sal Out are rivals...but are much friendlier to each other compared to how Vanessa treats them and Mona.

The doctor from "Listen to the Doctor" has 2 offices, with the one at Caresaway Isle as his vacation workplace. The nurse he works with tends to the one in Diamond City when he's away to that island. Yes he is absolutely the primary care doctor to all of the WarioWare cast.

I have a lot but I'll share more in other posts. Again, got 6 years of being fixated on this series. Feel free to ask for any specifics and what not!

[pixelatedboombursts]

Okay new ocs time

So basically there's Maya. They're a she/they genderfluid person who recently moved to LA from India after her parents got a divorce because their great-aunt lives there and runs a fairly successful boutique and her mom recently got a job there. They're a major troublemaker and acts tough but that actually hides her softer side because of their dad's abuse.

They watched THG with her dad when she was eight and hyperfixated on archery to the point of doing it for nine years and it's still one of their major special interests to this day. She immediately joined an archery club after moving and has been excelling. They've won many medals back in India and it's one of the few things she genuinely cares about and while she acts like they don't need validation from anyone but the second you tell her that you're proud of her she'll melt.

Daniel is the school's Golden Boy ™ who has an overbearing family who wants him to be perfect in everything or else. And he's under constant pressure from all sides to be friendly, but not too friendly, studious, but not too studious, and basically have no interests of his own that might make him unlikable. He doesn't think he has any worth aside from what he can give to people and feels like a failure for not grasping something immediately.

They're polar opposites and at first they don't get along with each other because Daniel thinks Maya is an annoying troublemaker and she thinks Daniel is a pretentious goody-two-shoes. But then they become friends and slowly fall in love, giving each other strength in unique ways

[cinamun]

Hello! I’ve been reading your posts for a while and l’ve always loved your dialogue and attention to detail. You’re an amazing storyteller and I love your work!

On another note, I am so angry at DJ right now!!! Like how can he do that to Maya?!?!? I can’t wait to see what happens next and what Darren Sr. and India have to say about this!!!

I can’t wait to see what happens next 💗

FRIEND!! Thank you so much and I'm so glad you're here in the Badass Book Club™ eating these good ass lemon pepper joints with us!

DJ has fucked ALL the way up and he and Amaya have HISTORY!! The hell was he thinking!?? You know what.... Imma hear him out but imma still punch him.

Stay tuned friend!

[neutrallyobsessed]

Cody Hackins! What do you think about him as a potential friend/romantic interest to Pearl or Trucy in the AJ era?

Cody!! If only you had more screentime, but i guess the idea is to wonder about where is he now and with all that sneaking around with a camera into a tv production my best guess is that this boy will grow up to be a paparazzo!

Thus, Cody and Trucy might not get along IRL but they probably follow each other online and it'd be like:

Trucy: bad news is that that guy who keeps intruding during my practices almost catches the solution to my newest trick but the good news is that this guy I follow posted leaks of the newest season of the Steel Samurai, let's gooooo! and it was the same guy all along, it was Cody in both scenarios lolol

As to Pearl, tis a bit difficult to think about, i don't think they could meet other than online, still meshing with the crowd, but maybe on a con or maybe is Maya who introduces them, something might happen~~ Unless Cody starts to quiz her about the Steel Samurai to see if she's a Real Fan™ xddd

In either case, i don't really see a lot of romance potential in either of them, unless you enjoy a bit of enemies-to-lovers or identity reveals on the way haha. Most likely allies towards a shared goal but that'd be it

I owe you the art, I just thought about this :v

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown, round 1, bracket two

Propaganda:

For Adolin Kholin:

HIMBO SUPREME!! Fights with a giant-ass fantasy sword. Unlike everyone else, he does not have superpowers, but he is REALLY GOOD AT SWORD!!! Best duelist in the kingdom, doesn’t want to go to war, just wants to be a jock. He’s still really good at war tho. Once took on a 4 on 1 duel in the most epic chapter ever written and won (ish). Befriends the sword. Her name is Maya. Befriends everyone he meets, actually. One character really wants to hate him, but can’t cuz he’s just genuinely a nice dude.  Super supportive of his girlfriend, knows she’s a girlboss. Talks to his dad’s horse. Probably bi. 

His church lets you pick One Thing to train yourself in, his is magic sword fighting (and hes only second to his father in it) on book 2, chapter whitespine uncaged, he fought basically (his friend helped but was super unprepared)  4 on 1 with an unfair judge and WON

He's almost canonically bi Loves his wife *SPOILERS* Loves his sword so much he resurrected her immortal soul

Omg he LOVESS swords so much. Which sword? Any and all. He talks to his sword before duels, he brings like 30 different blades on a mission and when prompted starts info dumping about what each of them is useful for. His ideal date - sword training his fiance. He is THE sword guy. And also him and Shallan are so bi4bi <3

For Nicky:

Nicolò di Genova (aka Nicky) is an immortal warrior who was raised to become a catholic priest and fight in the Crusades with his two-handed long sword. There, on the opposite side of the crusade invasion, he meets Yusuf al-Kaysani (aka Joe), who is of a religion that Nicky was raised to hate. After killing each other, coming back to life and killing each other countless times, they eventually make peace, learn each other languages, become friends, and fall in love. They now fight alongside each other in the Old Guard as the immortal husbands (paralleling Andromache and Quyuh’s immortal wives duo). They will do anything for each other and their found family. Nicky is deadly efficient with his longsword as well as with any weapon/hand combat. Nicky and Joe once took out a truck full of armoured guards while handcuffed. Nicky is very caring and empathic but tough when he needs to be (is able to fight despite being experimented on for days) and is worthy of the title of best gay swordsperson <3

He’s very neat

[jessicatredes]

more koda lore PLEASE. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

heeheehee >:)

dakota has always been interested in a more creative path vs his Business™ mom & dad. he got a bach. of film from risd, and focused on cinematography. he likes working on their music videos bc of it.

he has a crush on seven bc i have a crush on seven <3 but also ex-friends to smooching is fun :-) (also absolutely hates when sev calls him jamison)

he's a typical flannel-hoodie-jeans-chucks kinda dude. autumn folly don't coordinate outfits so he performs in pretty much the same stuff he wears offstage too

other than the "sd" tat on his wrist, he has a couple other random tats on his arms. also a septum, nose ring, & smiley piercing

koda voted for seven to stay as co-lead singer, and almost wanted to end the band when seven left bc bffl. it was an awkward couple weeks after with how moody koda was

big coffee guy!!! he usually gets to meetings early to have a mini coffee date w orion bc they're both jackasses about quality

maya & sebastian weird him out and i wish i couldve avoided walking with them LMAO koda ignores all their dms

autumn folly is like a mix of joywave, chance pena, & beach weather (i said indie but they're like... alt indie or smth idk lol)

for once i picked a single fc for one of my boy ocs and it's xavier serrano

[hellokittyfmxo]

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Jasmine Tran from The Fairly OddParents™: A New Wish’s paras tag.

Krista Watanabe from Unicorn Academy™’s paras tag.

Maya Simone from The Winx Club™’s paras tag.

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