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OMG MY BABIES 🥹🩷🩷 ATOP I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL NOVEMBER EKNDOSHDOSJS

WICKED: FOR GOOD (2025, Jon M. Chu)

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I'm cryinggg why is shidou so mischaracterised likee 😭😭 GUYS PLSS trust he's like one of the most emotionally intelligent people in the series 💔

No cause the info of him in the Egoist Bible 2 is so sweet genuinely, makes me love him more 🫶

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something something Oliver cheating on you, you guys break up, you haunt his memories, he regrets cheating on you something something

ugh can you guys tell that I love characters who haunt the narrative 🤭

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WAS I JUST A FOOL?

In which you haunt the narrative.

cw | female! reader, reader's dead, angst.

pairings | jing yuan, zhongli, geto

JING YUAN sees you everywhere.

He sees you in the flowers that bloom every spring, warm and colourful. The books you loved that he still keeps in his house, which is now silent without your sweet voice, and the chessboard you both loved to play.

The way you would always pout when you lose against him, demanding a rematch.

"That's so unfair, Jing Yuan!" You yelled, pouting. Jing Yuan could only chuckle at your antics "Oh, so it's Jing Yuan now? Not 'darling'?" He muses.

You huffed, "I will only call you that if we do a rematch!" You crossed your arms "Uh huh, for like what? The 12th time today?" Jing Yuan pushes on, having fun teasing you.

You gasp "NO!! Are you implying I lost that much?!" Jing Yuan turns his head away "JING YUAN!!" Jing Yuan could only laugh as you sobbed about how many times you lost against him.

Or when you laugh, reading a scene from one of your beloved books.

Now, his house is a quiet kind of cruel. No footsteps. No humming. Just silence. Endless silence.

No one dared to say your name, not aloud.

Not even in their heads. Not the cloud knights, not Fu Xuan, not even Yanqing. Your name became sacred. Heavy. A forbidden language that only grief could understand.

Many have warned him not to get too close to you or he'll fall deep into the abyss.

"She's mortal, my lord! Mortals only live for a matter of time, they don't even live up to 70!"

"And? Will that stop me from loving her?"

For you were mortal, fleeting, fragile. A breath against the eternity he carries.

And still, he loved you.

Still, he loves you.

And he'll be waiting for his time to come "Wait for me, my songbird" He smiles, holding your journal close to his heart. Even when his memories cannot be stored anymore in his brain.

He will always and forever be haunted by your haunting presence.

For as long as lives.

Anyone could see by the way ZHONGLI stares at silk flowers that he's reminiscing about someone, someone dear to him, perhaps, they whisper.

He would leave one seat with him whenever he goes out, leaving some confused, even though he's alone. He would buy things that were obviously not for him, as if he were keeping them for someone.

Lumine and Paimon see him one day, walking to a hidden small island. They wonder what he could be doing there, so they followed him quietly.

"I know you are there, traveler, Paimon" Paimon yelps, "W-We swear we weren't following you or anything!!" She defends herself while Lumine rolls her eyes at her obvious lie.

"I'm sorry, Zhongli, we were just curious where you were going" She answers truthfully, and Zhongli smiles at the duo "If you'd like, come with me then" The duo looked at each other, surprised, but followed him nonetheless.

The duo felt the atmosphere get lighter and the wind get gentler.

Right there, in the middle, was a jade rock, engraved with a name on it. As Zhongli places silk flowers on the grave, Paimon reads the name aloud, "Who was she, Zhongli? A friend?" She curiously asked while Lumine glared daggers at her.

"Oh, sorry! That was rude of Paimon" Zhongli shakes his head "No, no, it's fine" He places another silk flower.

"I enjoy talking about her" The duo listened, quiet now, the waves lapping gently at the edge of the island, as if even the ocean knew to be still.

Zhongli let his fingers brush against the engraved jade rock.

"She was my lover, my equal" He continued "The one who understood me most" His voice was slow and steady, like an old poem.

He smiled faintly "She would always tell me of the mortal world, how she would love to help them, how if she weren't a Goddess, she would have loved to settle down with him, somewhere quiet"

"I leave the seat beside me for her. I bring her favorite pastries home, even if she’ll never taste them again. It’s foolish, I know"

"No" Lumine said quietly "it's not"

And Paimon, unusually silent, whispered, "She must’ve loved you a lot, too" Paimon felt like crying.

Zhongli looked up toward the sky, golden eyes glowing faintly beneath the fading sun "I loved her more"

You were too good for this world, GETO would always say.

But what he really means is—You were too good for him.

He remembered it just like yesterday when you told him, with stars in your eyes, that once you both get married in the future, you wanted daughters after the wedding.

You should have been the mother of Mimiko and Nanako. He knows you would've been the most wonderful mother to them.

"Who's she, Master Geto?" Nanako asked, curiouslly.

His smile falters a little, "The woman that I love" He replied.

No past tense.

The girls call you mother.

Not just because of him, but because they felt you in every soft kindness he gave, in every lesson he taught them about gentleness and strength. He never corrected them.

They wonder if you would've loved them just as how Geto loves them.

It was just another day with you and Geto lying on his bed after a mission.

"I wanna get married at the beach" You said once, tracing circles on his chest. He raises a brow "Why?"

You rolled your eyes "Cause why not? I love watching the ocean breeze" You continued "I would love to have seashells as decorations and watching the sunset as we say our vows"

Geto feels his cheeks getting warm and he wraps his arms around you "Well then, I'll just have to make it come true, hm?" Geto smirks, planting kisses on your face as you giggle.

"My beloved bride" Now, it was your turn to feel shy "My charming groom" You buried your head on his chest, your heart beating fast

He wonders if you are disappointed with how he turned out.

He wonders what you would've looked like in a wedding dress.

He wonders what you would've named your children.

And he'll keep wondering.

He wonders if you'd still love him, now that he's become something darker, colder.

He doesn't have to keep wondering now, though.

Slowly but surely, Geto won't feel his body anymore, he won't feel the pain of not having you by his side, he won't feel the pain of his best friend being disappointed by him.

It'll all be gone soon.

His vision blurs. The world grows quieter. He thinks of seashells. Of a white dress. Of the sun setting, as you say your vows "I do"

Gojo looks at him with a blank expression, his eyes holding sadness and a hint of relief "Tell her that I miss her cooking" Gojo says, knowing his best friend doesn't have any more time.

Geto laughs, coughing blood out "Of course...I'll be seeing her soon, right?"

And this time, he won't have to wonder anymore.

Gojo nods his head slowly. His best friend will soon reunite with the woman he loves.

His beloved bride.

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WAS I JUST A FOOL?

In which you haunt the narrative.

cw | female! reader, reader's dead, angst.

pairings | jing yuan, zhongli, geto

JING YUAN sees you everywhere.

He sees you in the flowers that bloom every spring, warm and colourful. The books you loved that he still keeps in his house, which is now silent without your sweet voice, and the chessboard you both loved to play.

The way you would always pout when you lose against him, demanding a rematch.

"That's so unfair, Jing Yuan!" You yelled, pouting. Jing Yuan could only chuckle at your antics "Oh, so it's Jing Yuan now? Not 'darling'?" He muses.

You huffed, "I will only call you that if we do a rematch!" You crossed your arms "Uh huh, for like what? The 12th time today?" Jing Yuan pushes on, having fun teasing you.

You gasp "NO!! Are you implying I lost that much?!" Jing Yuan turns his head away "JING YUAN!!" Jing Yuan could only laugh as you sobbed about how many times you lost against him.

Or when you laugh, reading a scene from one of your beloved books.

Now, his house is a quiet kind of cruel. No footsteps. No humming. Just silence. Endless silence.

No one dared to say your name, not aloud.

Not even in their heads. Not the cloud knights, not Fu Xuan, not even Yanqing. Your name became sacred. Heavy. A forbidden language that only grief could understand.

Many have warned him not to get too close to you or he'll fall deep into the abyss.

"She's mortal, my lord! Mortals only live for a matter of time, they don't even live up to 70!"

"And? Will that stop me from loving her?"

For you were mortal, fleeting, fragile. A breath against the eternity he carries.

And still, he loved you.

Still, he loves you.

And he'll be waiting for his time to come "Wait for me, my songbird" He smiles, holding your journal close to his heart. Even when his memories cannot be stored anymore in his brain.

He will always and forever be haunted by your haunting presence.

For as long as lives.

Anyone could see by the way ZHONGLI stares at silk flowers that he's reminiscing about someone, someone dear to him, perhaps, they whisper.

He would leave one seat with him whenever he goes out, leaving some confused, even though he's alone. He would buy things that were obviously not for him, as if he were keeping them for someone.

Lumine and Paimon see him one day, walking to a hidden small island. They wonder what he could be doing there, so they followed him quietly.

"I know you are there, traveler, Paimon" Paimon yelps, "W-We swear we weren't following you or anything!!" She defends herself while Lumine rolls her eyes at her obvious lie.

"I'm sorry, Zhongli, we were just curious where you were going" She answers truthfully, and Zhongli smiles at the duo "If you'd like, come with me then" The duo looked at each other, surprised, but followed him nonetheless.

The duo felt the atmosphere get lighter and the wind get gentler.

Right there, in the middle, was a jade rock, engraved with a name on it. As Zhongli places silk flowers on the grave, Paimon reads the name aloud, "Who was she, Zhongli? A friend?" She curiously asked while Lumine glared daggers at her.

"Oh, sorry! That was rude of Paimon" Zhongli shakes his head "No, no, it's fine" He places another silk flower.

"I enjoy talking about her" The duo listened, quiet now, the waves lapping gently at the edge of the island, as if even the ocean knew to be still.

Zhongli let his fingers brush against the engraved jade rock.

"She was my lover, my equal" He continued "The one who understood me most" His voice was slow and steady, like an old poem.

He smiled faintly "She would always tell me of the mortal world, how she would love to help them, how if she weren't a Goddess, she would have loved to settle down with him, somewhere quiet"

"I leave the seat beside me for her. I bring her favorite pastries home, even if she’ll never taste them again. It’s foolish, I know"

"No" Lumine said quietly "it's not"

And Paimon, unusually silent, whispered, "She must’ve loved you a lot, too" Paimon felt like crying.

Zhongli looked up toward the sky, golden eyes glowing faintly beneath the fading sun "I loved her more"

You were too good for this world, GETO would always say.

But what he really means is—You were too good for him.

He remembered it just like yesterday when you told him, with stars in your eyes, that once you both get married in the future, you wanted daughters after the wedding.

You should have been the mother of Mimiko and Nanako. He knows you would've been the most wonderful mother to them.

"Who's she, Master Geto?" Nanako asked, curiouslly.

His smile falters a little, "The woman that I love" He replied.

No past tense.

The girls call you mother.

Not just because of him, but because they felt you in every soft kindness he gave, in every lesson he taught them about gentleness and strength. He never corrected them.

They wonder if you would've loved them just as how Geto loves them.

It was just another day with you and Geto lying on his bed after a mission.

"I wanna get married at the beach" You said once, tracing circles on his chest. He raises a brow "Why?"

You rolled your eyes "Cause why not? I love watching the ocean breeze" You continued "I would love to have seashells as decorations and watching the sunset as we say our vows"

Geto feels his cheeks getting warm and he wraps his arms around you "Well then, I'll just have to make it come true, hm?" Geto smirks, planting kisses on your face as you giggle.

"My beloved bride" Now, it was your turn to feel shy "My charming groom" You buried your head on his chest, your heart beating fast

He wonders if you are disappointed with how he turned out.

He wonders what you would've looked like in a wedding dress.

He wonders what you would've named your children.

And he'll keep wondering.

He wonders if you'd still love him, now that he's become something darker, colder.

He doesn't have to keep wondering now, though.

Slowly but surely, Geto won't feel his body anymore, he won't feel the pain of not having you by his side, he won't feel the pain of his best friend being disappointed by him.

It'll all be gone soon.

His vision blurs. The world grows quieter. He thinks of seashells. Of a white dress. Of the sun setting, as you say your vows "I do"

Gojo looks at him with a blank expression, his eyes holding sadness and a hint of relief "Tell her that I miss her cooking" Gojo says, knowing his best friend doesn't have any more time.

Geto laughs, coughing blood out "Of course...I'll be seeing her soon, right?"

And this time, he won't have to wonder anymore.

Gojo nods his head slowly. His best friend will soon reunite with the woman he loves.

His beloved bride.

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◦˚~ BUNCH OF LIGHT GREY/WHITE DIVIDERS by enchanthings ~˚◦

white dividers:

Requested by: anonymous Info: these were all made & edited by me. please reblog/like if using!

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I have to go see Annie. – I see. And where might Annie be? – In Napa. With her father Nick Parker. – You're not Annie. – That would be correct. – You're Hallie? – I am.

The Parent Trap (1998) dir. Nancy Meyers

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falsely (?) accused gang

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solitary confinement

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Actor AU Diluc has done irreversible damage on me

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i think otoya is the kind of person who is aware that he is capable of changing his ways with girls when he finds the “one”, but he’s never truly believed in that. but when when like a girl transfers it’s quite literally love at first sight and he wants to change for her. you can decide whether she gets with him or not, thanks so muchh !! ^^

aww yes i love this idea tysm!!

love of my dreams

otoya eita x fem!reader. ft. karasu and yukimiya. love at first sight. fluff, crack, otoya is a bit weird at the start, cussing, slight death/kms joke at the end. wc: 810

“fuck.”

otoya just told karasu and yukimiya how much he liked his bachelor life. how he wasn’t ready to change. to settle down.

and then you just had to walk through those damn doors.

“fuck.”

you had a guide at your side, telling otoya you were a transfer student. his eyes were glued on you, and every step you took, unable to tear his gaze away. he wanted to know your name, where you transferred from, and what you were studying. probably something similar to him, as you were being toured through his building.

a sharp jab caused him to curse again, and otoya shot a glare at karasu and the cheap plastic butter knife he’d been stabbed with. “yer staring.”

“of course i’m staring. i’m in love.”

“you don’t do love,” yukimiya chimed with a snicker before shoving a forkful of salad into his mouth. “that’s your whole thing.”

otoya didn’t want it to be his whole thing anymore—not after seeing you.

he continued to think about you through the rest of his lunch, then his classes, his drive home, and even while he was texting yukimiya for answers to their finance homework. he didn't believe in love at first sight, at least he didn't think he did. you changed that so quick, otoya was still reeling six hours later.

otoya: i need her number

otoya: pls be my spies pls pls pls

karasu: i never thought i'd see down bad otoya like for real and not just to get pussy

otoya: is that a yes

karasu: for all we know she has a boyfriend

yukimiya: or a girlfriend

otoya: GODDDD IM GOING INSANE I NEED HER SO BAD

otoya: she's the one for me. i'm done. no more playboy otoya.

yukimiya: if you're serious. REALLY SERIOUS. i'll help

karasu: same ig

otoya: there's a special place in blowjob heaven for you two 🙏

and two days later, with the help of yukimiya and karasu, otoya had intel. they also told him you had a gap in your schedule and ate lunch by yourself in the dining hall.

and when otoya saw you? he was nervous.

your hair was pulled away from your face, the eraser-end of your pencil tapping your lips as you concentrated so hard on your homework that a delicate crease formed between your brows. otoya wanted to smooth it out with his thumb and kiss the spot instead.

shaking his head, his grip tightened around his sandwich as he slowly approached you. when you looked up, otoya felt his face grow hot. "sorry to bother you. is this seat taken?"

you rapidly shook your head and gestured to the chair. "no, no, you can take it! just make sure you put it back—"

"i mean, is it okay if i sit here?" he quickly cut off with a small grin, his chest fluttering when you blushed in embarrassment.

you dropped your pencil to hide your face in your hands. "oh my god, i'm so... yeah, yes, you can sit here." shaking your hands out to release some of the stress, you flashed a bright smile. "i'm y/n."

“otoya,” he greeted casually, as if a flock of butterflies didn’t make a home in his stomach.

you repeated his name quietly to yourself before nodding. “i think i’ve seen you in this building before. what are you majoring in?”

when he told you, your eyes lit up so brightly that otoya swore they glittered. “no way! me too! weird that we don’t have any classes together, though. maybe next semester!”

the rest of the time spent before your next class was filled with the two of you talking. otoya thought he'd fail at the genuine small talk thing since he didn't want to use any of his usual lines on you, but he was surprised at how easy it was. whenever he got quiet, you were right there to pick up where he left off.

"this might be too soon," otoya started as he walked you to your class. "but would you want to hang out again tomorrow?"

your smile faltered slightly, and otoya was ready to jump over the rail and fall to the first floor. it wasn't too far down, so he probably wouldn't die, but if he hobbled in front of a truck right after—

"i don't have this class tomorrow," you explained gently. "but would thursday work instead?"

fireworks exploded behind otoya's eyes, along with the relief of no longer needing to die. he readjusted his grip on his bag strap and flashed you a slow grin. "thursday works. same spot as today?"

you beamed. "yep! oh, and here's my number, in case i'm late or we have to reschedule!"

otoya knew, as you entered your name into his phone with a cute emoji, that he would eventually die a happy man.

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𓍯𓂃 AURELIA, SHE/HER, 18 ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

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⋆˚࿔ masterlist, dni, self ships, rules ♡ྀི ₊

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Omggg I needed this new start 😭