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The Look of Love ★

author’s note: i've challenged myself to actually publish something for once so here's the first chapter of a little high school musical fanfic. the full fic will be posted on wattpad and eventually (probably) on ao3 aswell! @/asheoii for both <3

pairings: sharpay evans x fem!oc wc: 1362

Alarms exist to be a reminder, set at a specific time to blare its song. Junia would like to know who made the decision to make the snooze button the most tempting and easiest to push.

Frankly, she should know that giving into temptation never ends well.

Leaping down the porch stairs into New Mexico’s bright morning sun had Junia cursing at Albuquerque’s deceiving weather; winter air nipping at her nose. Junia slung her faded navy bag over one shoulder and held a thin notebook between clenched teeth. She dropped her worn skateboard and smoothly skated off, black hair pushed back by the wind.

The towering building of East High was hard to miss, large red and white banners stood out against the desert sky.

Busting through the school's doors, Junia didn’t stop her momentum while gliding around the nearly empty halls. Pressed for time, she turned a blind corner, not expecting the ‘it girl’ of East High to be there.

Sharpay yelped when she fell to the ground with Junia’s things. “Woah! Sorry, Sharpay!” Catching herself, she offered a hand to the blonde. Sharpay scoffed and sat appalled in her matching pink tweed blazer and skirt.

From the tile floor, Sharpay saw many things: Junia’s scuffed sneakers, the stickers on her skateboard, and the open journal filled with inscriptions in her reach. Ever nosy, she takes a peek.

“Hey, wait!” With wide eyes, Junia tried to swipe the journal out of her hands, but she was elusive as she rose. Blurbs, poems, and lyrics filled the pages, as well as… scripts?

Sharpay gasped, “You write plays?” Her brown eyes scanned through her scribbles. “You write a lot.”

As a kid Junia was taught to always be truthful; lying could hurt others. She wasn’t taught, however, what to do when your deepest secrets were on blast.

“Nope.” Junia snagged her red journal back and held it with a tighter grip. “Quite the opposite.” She puts unnecessary textbooks into her locker trying to avoid Sharpay’s skeptical stare.

“Did you hit your head?” She tilted her head. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

An abrasive ring of the school’s bell made both girls jump before either could get out another word. Another alarm, a reminder of where one should be. Then, the realization hit — they were late.

“Oh, great!” Sharpay acted first, turning on a dime. “You distracted me!”

Junia closed her locker and followed the blonde, “How was I meant to know you’d be there?”

Like cicadas, they went back and forth bickering up the stairs, Junia skipping over two rows as Sharpay scampered up each step in her strapped heels. She reached her homeroom class first. Preparing to deliver a speech she’s recited before, she took a deep breath and opened the door with her skateboard in hand.

One step forward and Junia was convinced she was invisible to the naked eye. Of course, until she wasn’t.

“Late and disrupting the halls once again.” Ms. Darbus stood front and center with a dreaded bucket in her hands. “Detention for you, Ms. Okada.”

Junia sighed in defeat as Ms. Darbus and her bucket approached. Knowing the script, she threw in her silver and orange phone amongst the rest. Behind her, Sharpay smirked. “Hmph. Serve’s you right.”

With her head held high, she marched past, yet didn’t even reach her seat before Ms. Darbus spoke again, “Don’t think your tardiness will be excused either, Sharpay. Detention.”

Sharpay’s jaw dropped at her sentencing; never before had she been deemed eligible for the school's version of imprisonment. The staff were never bold enough.

Junia appeared over Sharpay’s shoulder with a sneer, “You were saying?”

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The skater kid in detention? How cliché.

And not how Junia wanted to spend her afternoon.

Especially with Sharpay’s stare that burned like a thousand suns into her side. In an attempt to distract herself from pressing eyes – and Ms. Darbus’ dramatic speech, she continued to paint a ladder with languid strokes.

Dipping a thick paintbrush into straw colored paint, Junia jumped at Sharpay’s presence beside her, more paint splattering onto her cargos. No sense of personal space for anybody but herself, Junia could see the few freckles speckled across her nose.

“Why are you writing shows?” Sharpay interrogates with a head tilt, crouched next to Junia who felt heat rise to her sandy cheeks.

“Your accusation is foolish. In what world is that something I would do?” Junia shrugs and rolls the sleeves of her graphic shirt further up her arms. Her hope was to deny the truth for as long as possible until Sharpay grew tired of meddling.

“This one!” Sharpay exclaimed.

On the other side of the wooden ladder stood Ryan, aiding in the props paint job. “I didn’t even know the skater kids knew how to write full sentences.” He chimed in with a puzzled expression.

Junia looked at Ryan with jaded eyes, “Thanks.”

Her dry tone didn’t reach his ears, “You’re welcome!”

“Exactly.” Sharpay stood tall with arms crossed. “You’re one step away from sounding like Darbus.”

“That’s hurtful.” Junia scrunched her nose at the thought. Dark brown eyes traced Sharpay’s pink figure as she circled the ladder, heels rhythmically clacking against the stage. The paintbrush submerged in paint long forgotten.

“I know what I saw. Your writings are… suitable.” The compliment was forced but said nonetheless. “How come I’ve never read them before?”

Any denial left on her tongue became null as Junia took in Sharpay’s pouty face framed with honey hair accentuating her big round eyes.

Why is Junia’s heart beating faster?

She’d been made, falling victim to Sharpay’s remarkable persuasions. With sagging shoulders, she sighed, “You have.”

Her admission stopped Sharpay in her tracks as she knelt through the ladders underside with a beaming look, “Spill!” Her shout garnered the attention of the other students who were nabbed for their crimes. Junia became wary of the stares thrown their way, “Keep it down, this isn’t a proclamation.”

 Sharpay thwarted their eyes with a glare.

“This year’s winter musical, ‘Twinkle Towne’ – that I did not name, in truth,” Junia fiddled with her hands in her lap, scratching off dried paint. “Ms. Darbus wrote the story, but she took heavy inspiration from something I wrote for an English assignment.”

The story of two people who come from different walks of life with dreams of doing— being something more. And they do. Together.

Junia wasn’t sure how Ms. Darbus knew of her work; her English teacher, perhaps? Regardless, she was stunned when Ms. Darbus asked for the authorization to write a show based on her story. And was positively convinced this secret of hers would never see the light of day.

Sharpay stood satisfied. Who knew such a mirage was her locker neighbor all along. “You’re much more interesting than I thought you’d be.” Sharpay looked down at Junia with a smirk.

“You’re as intrusive as you look.” Junia grumbled.

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Junia’s mother is strong, unmoving in her beliefs and surprisingly durable despite her short stature. She’s honest, never hesitant about telling it how it is and she’s caring in a way that is sensible to her. She is also intensely stern; Junia knew that all too well.

“Detention, again?” Wiping her hands on her loose basil apron, preparing to cook dinner for two, she turned to her daughter who had just walked through the door.

“Undeserved, really,” Junia shrunk a little at her mother’s look of disbelief. “I mean, I hadn’t even spoken yet.”

So what, if Junia was two minutes late? In Junia’s opinion, Ms. Darbus always had a quick trigger finger, handing out detention slips like they were Halloween candy.

Her mother shook her head, “You need to think about how this will affect your future. More studying and less… this.” She gestured to the skateboard in Junia’s hand.

Her words stung like rubbing alcohol on an open wound. When she found out she was going to bring a child into this world she was probably imagining they would be a doctor or some kind of rocket scientist.

Not just some girl.

But it’s her future, isn’t it?

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Remember Summer Days𓂁

pairings: sousuke yamazaki x fem!oc wc: 409

A cool breeze sweeps over an oceanside beach and weaves through tufts of maroon hair belonging to a young girl sitting on its coarse sand, the weather matching her glum mood. With arms wrapped around tucked shins, the girl lays her head atop scarred knees, watching with teary eyes as a small crab burrows into the taupe sand, protecting itself from the peppering rain.

The gentle ebb and flow of tides crashing concealed nearing footsteps. Thoughts occupied her focus; unaware of the boy standing behind her until drops of rain stopped pebbling against her skin.

“You’re going to get sick being out here.”

Her friend, a kind boy with a sharp exterior, holds an umbrella above their heads; teal eyes bore into her figure as he takes his place next to her. Facing away from his concerned gaze, tears form along her lash line but never spill. There’s a small shake in her voice as she utters, “I don’t think I’m a good person.”

“Huh?” He’s taken aback at her tone of sincerity. “Did you catch a cold already?”

“I’m selfish.” The truth fell from her wobbly lips before she could swallow it down. “Someday you’ll be fed up and leave me too.”

The grip in which he held onto his transparent umbrella tightened as his eyebrow twitched in thought of whoever put those thoughts into her head. A peer at the cerulean waters ahead gave him a moment to gather himself.

“All these years I’ve stood by your brother; what makes you think I’d leave you?”

Her brother. She wanted to scoff at his name with furrowed brows and sadness behind her burning eyes. If the blood in her veins wasn’t enough to keep her other half around, what confidence could she have for anyone else?

She grumbled, “We’re not the same.”

“No kidding.” A chuckle escaped him. “I never know what mood he’ll be in.” With an elbow he nudged her huddled form, the contact spreading goosebumps along her exposed skin. “You have to try harder than that to get rid of me.”

The soft pitter-patter of rain filled the serene silence that surrounded the two, an orange veil of warmth coating their faces as she finally lifted her head. Tears subsided; she rested her head against his shoulder, a rehearsed action that made him quirk up a smile as they looked out to the sunset nestling into the ocean waves.

“I’ll never be tired of you.”

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i’ve made another oc :3

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need the fields of mistria devs to release the full game YESTERDAY!! >_<

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at this point i feel like i have to sell a kidney just to find an archerfish

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my fields of mistria farmer

self-insert core

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fields of mistria has completely taken over my brain

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A Sunny Day

pairings: wendy corduroy x fem!oc wc: 460

Moving somewhere new is scary.

However, being the new kid at a different school is scarier.

And 10-year-old Sun-Hi Chiu was feeling those nerves at its fullest, sitting on the concrete sidewalk along the school’s playground, arms wrapped around her knees that were tucked against her chest. Her gaze was focused on the kids playing freeze tag out in the fenced in field. Their carefree laughs filled the air along with the occupied squeaky swings.

A soft sigh escaped her as she was quickly covered in shade. Confusion set in when she remembered it had been cloudless all day. Looking up, she finally noticed a tall girl standing in front of her, the bright sun outlining her figure.

“Hey! You’re Sun.. -Hi, right?”

The red head slowly spoke her name, not wanting to mess it up in front of her. Sun-Hi took notice of that and it unconsciously made her more open to the girl as she tucked her short black hair behind one of her ears and nodded her head, still nervous to speak.

“I’m Wendy and this is Tambry.” A purple haired girl stepped out from behind Wendy, smiling at the new girl, “You’re pretty.”

The compliment surprised her, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink at her words.

“Do you wanna play with us?”

Wendy asked the Korean girl with her hand held out for her to grab. Sun-Hi looked at the two girls, their smiles contagious as she felt her own lips curling upward.

“Yeah, I do.” Her words were coated with an accent as she spoke and her smile bright, grabbing onto Wendy’s hand as she helped her up.

“Sweet! C’mon, let’s go!” Wendy began leading her two friends further into the playground.

Tambry walked beside Sun-Hi slightly squinting before she raised her light brown hand to cover her eyes as she looked towards the sky. “Gah, the sun is way too bright.”

Wendy looked up at the clear blue sky, “It is pretty sunny today.” She stopped in her tracks with a thought, causing the shy girl to bump into her back. The ginger was much taller than the two other girls.

“Huh.. Sun-Hi sounds like sunny.”

She turned back towards her new friend, her silence a little worrying. She was met with blank faces from the two. A little embarrassed, she sheepishly rubbed her neck. “I mean, um, kind of, anyways.”

Another beat of silence passed before Sun-Hi let out a set of giggles, in turn making Tambry laugh at her long time friend. Wendy’s mouth fell agape before she too laughed at her own silliness.

Sun-Hi’s eyes fell onto Wendy’s freckled face, “I guess it does!”

The trio was too busy laughing to realize Wendy still hadn’t let go of Sun-Hi’s hand.

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Sun-Hi Chiu

gravity falls oc

me creating more oc’s, what’s new

Sun-Hi Chiu, or Sunny, is Candy’s older sister who works part-time at Greasy’s Diner. More importantly, she’s a musician who dreams of being on the big stage. Every summer Sunny makes a mixtape encompassing the adventures she and her friends go on. When her best friend, Wendy Corduroy, befriends the Pines twins, she includes Sun-Hi on their crazy journeys.

How will this summer’s mixtape sound?

p.s. sun-hi may or may not have a secret crush on wendy!!

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when everything else fails, i always end up back at fairy tail

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baby one more time

Pre-show jitters were no joke.

The thumping of a racing heartbeat clouds any sounds. Twitchy and shaky hands pick at any rough edge they feel. Darting eyes ensure that everything and everyone is in its correct place. Busy mind recounting the steps of choreography. All while waiting for the cue to begin.

But for what reason did she have to feel nervous? This isn’t her first show. So why does this feel so different?

Despite her anxieties, the dark stage felt familiar beneath her black platform heels. Not like home. No, home wasn’t as nice as this. She felt like this was where she belonged. Performing on stage, doing what she loves.

She adjusted her headset microphone one last time as she stood on her mark, with her backup dancers also getting into their positions.

“You know what to do.” She told herself this as she took a deep breath.

In.

“All right, Mount Rageons!” An announcer called out, “It’s time for what you all came for. Here performing her debut single,”

And out.

“Put your hands together for Lovesick!”

The crowd grew louder with cheers and rumbled in anticipation as the deep red curtains slowly began to reveal a tall figure. They chanted her name when a single spotlight shone down on her. She already felt her previous nerves begin to dissipate as her slanted pink eyes scanned the room. Their anticipation crept back as they waited for any kind of noise. Teenagers have always been a little impatient. She smiled knowingly before a simple three-note piano riff disrupted the silence through the speakers.

“Oh, baby, baby.”

this was my performance reference :3

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“I’m a cunt and you’re emo, we’re a perfect pair!”

you'll never believe what fandom i've written this for lmao

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my favorite pastime is making picrew’s of myself or my oc’s

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is the fairy tail fandom dead?

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starfire

a snippet of my bnha oc fanfic i’m trying to write

lemme know your thoughts :)

The atmosphere felt light that evening as Hoshiko walked the halls of the Todoroki abode, a cookie in hand. Her mother started to make dinner as her older siblings were in their respective rooms. She went to take a bite of her sugar cookie but stopped midway as she heard a deep voice come from down the hall of her father’s training room.

None of her older siblings were allowed to be there and especially not Hoshiko. She’d only been in the room a couple times, and each ended worse than the last.

She slowly walked down the hall, stopping in front of the room where she heard the voice. Cautiously sliding open the paper door, she poked her head in.

“I AM HERE!”

Leaning forward on his knees was Shouto watching All Might, the number one hero, on the TV with bright eyes. Hoshiko didn’t get to see her little brother often due to a supposed accident that occurred when she was too young to remember, but this was the happiest she’d ever seen Shouto.

Stepping foot into the room, Hoshiko walked up beside him, “You like All Might, huh?”

Shouto’s head whipped to the side, not expecting anyone to come in. “Hoshiko!”

“Don’t worry, it’s just me,” She giggled and sat beside him. “Cookie?”

She noticed the hesitation on his face as she held out the soft cookie, “Go on,” A smile made its way to her face to try and ease the tension. “I promise I didn’t drop it on the floor.”

Hesitantly, Shouto gently grabbed the sugary treat from his sister's hands. He went to look at her face, but she was already watching the TV. All Might's laugh filled the air as he saved dozens.

It was rare for anyone to consume All Might media in the Todoroki house. Even speaking his name was risky.

No one wanted to piss off Endeavor.

Thankfully, the number two hero was called out for an emergency, so he wouldn’t be back till after dinner.

From the corner of her eye, Hoshiko watched Shouto’s eyes light up as he bit into the cookie. It was the first time he’s ever had one. Endeavor had him on a special diet compared to the others.

A minute passes before Shouto speaks again, “He’s gonna get mad at you if he finds out.”

Hoshiko’s face scrunches for a moment before replying, “He won’t find out.”

‘And if he does, I’ll yell at him again.’

Quietly, the half-and-half boy finishes his cookie as they watch the screen together.

“Why?” Shouto speaks so softly that Hoshiko almost misses it. “Why are you doing this?”

Hoshiko looked down at her little brother’s confused face and gently placed a hand on his two-toned hair.

“‘Cause I care about you, Sho.”

She watched his eyes widen in surprise as if he’d never heard that before. Grinning, she placed her arms behind her head. “And I’m securing my position as the best sister in the family.”

Laughs escaped Shouto’s mouth as he moved to hug Hoshiko, “Thank you.”

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using tumblr to post snippets of my bnha fanfic that i’ve been trying to write for maybe two years now. maybe if i get some positive reactions then i’ll actually start writing it :)

also do these tags work?

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i don’t know how tumblr works