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Day 17 - Sally
“Sally?!”, Styrgeim asked and laughed loudly in her brutally honest manner. “You seriously think she looks like a Sally??”
Nhagi’ra looked away from the Au Ra girl in question and instead shrugged at Styrgeim. “Why not? All I meant is, we have to call her something if she doesn’t speak to us.”
But the pale Roegadyn woman was still laughing.
“Hahaha! If you’re looking for a Sally you better sail back to Limsa, Nhagi! Maybe you’ll find a Midlander woman there listening to that name but I can’t imagine an Au Ra from the other side of the world would be called that…”
“It’s not impossible!”, the Miqo’te protested, simply because he felt mocked. He had to admit she was probably right but what did he know about Au Ra or what people called themself in the Far East.
“Not impossible.”, a man’s voice appeared behind the two of them. “But certainly improbable…”
Nhagi’ra flinched, which made Styrgeim laugh even more. Their boss had this habit of just silently appearing sometimes and although he was mostly a friendly fellow and Nhagi’ra owed him a lot, he couldn’t help but be startled by him sometimes.
For a moment all three of them eyed the Au Ra girl sitting on some crates they had put there in the middle of the townsquare after their return, to be brought to the warehouse later. Her pink hair looked even brighter in the afternoon sun and her face looked less frightened, now that they left her alone, and instead she curiously scanned the environment. Nhagi’ra was bad at guessing how old people were, especially if it was the kind of people he rarely had seen before, but he assumed she couldn’t be much older than 20.
“Go and talk to her, Gi’ra. Find out her name and if there is a place we can bring her to. If there are people who might be looking for her.”, their boss commanded.
“Why me?”, Nhagi’ra exclaimed. “Shouldn’t someone else do that?”
“No, you are our best chance. You’re being so patient with Elsie. Styrgeim or me would just scare her. Besides, I honestly don’t feel like talking to her…”, he muttered and turned to leave.
This was his job, Nhagi’ra thought. His moods sometimes frustrated him, maybe because he understood best from all of them how he felt, even despite their differences.
“Are you going to send me too, once we —”, he tried to call after him but Styrgeim shoved him roughly to make him shut up.
He must have heard that still but chose to ignore it and crept back to his room. Nhagi’ra assumed he would sit there and brood for the next few hours. Then he would either trash the room or immediately skip to making a new plan. Nhagi’ra understood how frustrating it had to be for him, he probably would feel the same in his stead. Their last attempt had brought no new hints at all, only this strange girl. Nhagi’ra had seen him approach her in the dark, the night before. How she had screamed when the man had addressed her, misjudging the impression he made on her, misjudging the whole situation it seemed. He was a terrifying sight with so much anger in his eyes and blood dripping from his axe. But seeing her reaction, for a second all his strength had left his posture until he realised the girl’s scream had alarmed the whole camp to their presence.
“You fancy an axe in your chest, Nhagi?”, Styrgeim asked. “Be careful how you speak to him. You know he can be different…”
“He would never attack one of us.”, Nhagi’ra said and honestly believed it.
“Probably not.”, the Roegadyn admited. “But still try not to be this harsh to him. For you everything worked out. For him though…”
“You can hardly say everything worked out when Elsie is asleep since weeks!”, Nhagi’ra interjected with frustration, although he understood what Styrgeim was trying to say. At least he had found her. At least there still was a reasonable chance she would wake up and everything could be alright again. Nhagi’ra sighed. “But I know what you mean... Fine! I will speak to her but don’t be surprised if she starts screaming again. I can imagine I don’t exactly look friendly to her either…”
“Maybe not.”, Styrgeim grinned. “But you will still keep on jabbering nonsense anyway. The boss is right, if anyone can win her over, it’s you. Take her to one of the guest rooms. Even if she has a home or family to return to, it will take a while and she has to stay somewhere in the meantime…”
Nhagi’ra sighed and walked over to the heap of crates with the Au Ra girl sitting on it. Carefully he tried to move into her field of view first, not to startle her. Then he tilted his head with a friendly smile on his face and lightly waved at her.
“Hi. Can I speak to you for a —”
Her strangely glowing green eyes widened with fear but at least she didn’t start screaming again. Instead she kept her mouth pressed shut in stubborn thin line.
“No, no. Don’t worry. You’re safe here. I just want to ask you a few questions. Look, I am unarmed…”, he said soothingly and raised his empty hands for her to see. “My name is Nhagi’ra. But some people call me Gi’ra… or Nhagi although that is…", his voice trailed off as he follwed the strange girls gaze. "Don't mind that big lady over there looking at us. That's just Styrgeim. She may be loud and scary sometimes but she is actually quite nice... Would you tell me your name?”
The fear in her eyes changed to a more sceptical expression. Wordlessly she stared at him and didn’t speak.
“Fine, you don’t need to speak to me. But let me at least get you somewhere more comfortable. You can’t sleep out here, can you? It's getting pretty cold at night and what if it starts raining later, right?”
Again no reaction, just the same sceptical stare.
For a second Nhagi’ra stretched out an hand for her to take, to help her down the crates, but quickly realised she wasn’t going to take it. Instead he put a few steps of distance between them and pointed to one of the houses at the side of the plaza. “Follow me. Please? You can have a room all for yourself there. I‘ll just bring you there and then I’ll leave you be. I promise…”
For another second she observed him, carefully following each of his movements with her eyes. Then she hopped down from the crate and stepped a little closer, still keeping a distance, but signaling that she was willing to do as he told.
“Great!”, the Miqo’te commented a little more cheerfully. “It’s not going to be very luxurious but still an improvement I think. No one is going to bother you and the beds are a lot more comfortable than they look…”
Slowly he walked over to one of the houses, every now and then risking a small glimpse over his shoulder to make sure the girl was still following. As they reached the building he opened the door for her, but she only stood there looking at him.
“Fine. I‘ll go first if you want.”, he replied to her silence and entered the house. There he gestured to a staircase leading to the upper floor. “The bedrooms are up there. Not many are used though at the moment. Elsie has her‘s there too, I think you two would get along nicely. I will have to introduce you once both of you are feeling better.”
He sighed at her silence and instead led her up to one of the empty rooms. “You can stay here. Please make yourself comfortable. I will bring you some water and food soon but don’t expect to much. Today Styrgeim is cooking, which means we will likely just get fish stew. Usually the food is quite good though. We grow lots of vegetables and fruits and some of the people living here are quite good at cooking.”
The girl curiously looked around the room but did not show any signs of reaction to what he had said. Instead she stepped to the window, ran a finger over the surface of the little desk and then sat down on the bed in the corner of the room.
“Fine, I will leave you be then. You must be tired. Rest a bit first, we can always talk later. Or you know, I can talk, and you can say nothing, if you prefer that...”, Nhagi’ra said and turned to leave but hesitated for a moment. “You know, if you would at least tell us who you are and where you’re from, maybe we could bring you back home.”
Her blank expression turned to surprise.
“Would you like that?”, Nhagi’ra asked but the girl shook her head and her expression changed to a more sad one. Hesitantly she stood up and walked over to Nhagi’ra, slowly stretching an empty hand out towards him.
“I don’t understand…”, the Miqo’te replied and the girl reluctantly reached out for for his hand. Carefully she unfurled his fingers and turn his palm facing upwards. Then with gentle, slow touches of her fingertip she drew a pattern into his hand. It took him a moment to realise it were letters, so he didn’t get the whole sentence. I-S -- D-E-A-D
“Dead? Your family?”, he asked and the girl nodded.
“I am so sorry.”, he offered and after a moment of silence he added, “You cannot speak?”
The girl shook her head and began to write into his palm again, letter by letter, word by word.
“They… took… my… book?”, Nhagi’ra tried to translate and she nodded. “You want me to get you something to write?”
Another nod. Relieved Nhagi’ra smiled. Finally some improvement.
“Of course. I will immediately get you food and something to write. No problem!”
He was about to leave when she grabbed his hand once again. Very slowly she wrote another word. I-L-T-A-N-I
“Iltani?”, the Miqo’te asked confused thinking he got something wrong but the girl nodded.
“What’s that?”
Then she pointed at herself and wrote the same word again. M-Y -- N-A-M-E -- I-S -- I-L-T-A-N-I
“Ah! I see...”, with a little chuckle Nhagi’ra lightly bowed to her. Of course Styrgeim had been right. What a foreign sounding name this was and so much more pretty than Sally.
“Nice to meet you, Iltani.”
#FFxivWrite2024#FFxivWrite#ffxiv writing#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#Nhagira Molkoh#Iltani Qestir#Styrgeim Rhotwilfwyn#almost all of my new OCs assembled now!#this takes place a little later than the first story i wrote with him and elsie#Elsie still needs a last name and so does their boss...#naming characters is difficult sometimes if you try to stay lore accurate...#anyway I wont tell you what happened in the meantime because I still plan to write about it#Will make a little introduction post for Iltani later probably...#Next Styrgeim maybe but I still have to finalise her design...
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ABOUT — Elsie Barnes
name: elsie barnes
nickname: el, ellie, barnes
age: 35 years old
neighbourhood: briar ridge hill
career: event planner
time in briar ridge: most of her life, returned a week ago
IN-DEPTH —
Ever since elsie was little, she could remember watching the stars and hoping for something bigger than the small town that she was born into. A small farmland that became her parents pride and joy but felt more like a prison to their only child.
They'd often share stories of their wilder nights out in town, all before her birth and the accident that had taken her mother's hearings and forced them to retreat from society.
For the most part, Elsie was a good kid in order not to create too much of a ripple effects on her parents who were hardworking and caring. But the end of high school brought out a sense of curiosity and a need to test the limits.
When the opportunity came for her to leave town, she jumped at the chance. It felt like it was fate as she'd just gotten a remote job as a personal assistant that provided her with the flexibility to live and be anywhere in the world.
The move to boston was much needed and breathed new life into her. She discovered a new town, a new relationship, and found more of herself there than she could have ever anticipated.
A few years came and went and her relationship came to an abrupt end with her ex-boyfriend returning home while she stayed in boston for the next few years.
It was time for her to discover what she wanted to do without having to put anyone else before herself. She explored herself in ways she hadn't felt like she was ever able to in briar ridge, even following a new career that opened doors she could have never imagined.
The life she built in boston felt like everything she'd dreamt of. Her work providing her with a larger circle or people and a reputable name for herself around popular circles but it all came crashing down with the news of her mothers diagnosis. The following week, she ended her lease and rushed home to help her parents cope with the news and land they adored so much.
It has now been a week of living back on the small patch of land she so desperately wanted to leave, and the feeling of being stuck has been heavier than ever before. But not as heavy as the guilt of the time she may have lost with her mother.
CONNECTIONS —
CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND: Elsie didn't do a lot of socialization outside of school and school activities so this would have either been a friend from class, school or the neighbourhood that she clung too given that she was an only child.
OLD FRIENDS: i kind of want them to have a falling out and they can run into each other, maybe realize how much they've missed each other since they're now in the same town.
RIVALS: Elsie is coming to town in the hope of making some kind of living, she's not normally the competitive type but maybe people see her as that and she isn't sure how to react. Potentially a one sided rivalry.
EXES: she dated people while she was in high school and was very much a people person so she would have probably had a few relationships during school and when she was in boston, after she broke up with her bf.
HOOK UPS / TINDER DATE: a lot of potential here because she is the type to date around and put herself out there, but this would have mainly been before she left for boston so a lot of time in between. Maybe they thought she ghosted them.
WORK / EMPLOYEES: eventually, she might want to get an assistant or work for a company so this could be someone that she works with or a vendor/photographer she works with a lot.
MORE TO COME AS WE PLOT
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Elsie Suwan
25, August 11
Grocery store / Sweet & Co (coffee shop)
Cutie besties with Leo
Has at home baking business (will sometimes bring in treats to the coffee shop to advertise) and makes custom cards for people (think really custom nice ones that you'd pay $12 at a stationery store)
Figuring out if she wants to apply for a recent opening at the vineyard
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"That makes sense. Birthday parties should always be celebrated and it sounds like this one needs to be special— and there's a lot of different ways of doing that." It all depended on what his daughter enjoyed that could make it special for her. "She sounds like a cool kid. I think both Beetlejuice or Wednesday are easy to achieve. We'd need to get all the decorations and you might be able to get someone to come and teach them the Wednesday dance." if she were younger, maybe someone who dressed as Beetlejuice but it sounded like she could be a bit too old for that. "I'm Elsie. It's nice to meet you." She pulled up her pinterest board and wrote both Beetlejuice and Wednesday in the search bar to show him images for inspiration. "You can even buy themed decorations. Were you thinking of doing it at your house, or renting a space for it?"
Callum smiled at the warm words, "Thank you. It's been a tough few months, so I want to make an extra fuss. She's a great kid and deserves it." He scratched his head and considered the questions. "Uh— Jesus... she loves that actress from Wednesday. So, anything she's in. Her new obsession is Beetlejuice because of her. She also loves Stranger Things, and her favourite colour changes constantly, but it's purple right now." He glanced at the woman, then laughed, realising he hadn't introduced himself. "I'm Callum, by the way," he offered out his hand. "My daughter is called Aoibheann, but she prefers Avie."
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oneshot one four three ❤️🩹
pairing — paige bueckers x fem!reader
content & warnings — "four years of heavy hearts and unspoken words meet in the gampel pavilion parking lot, rehashing old wounds" , uhm just poorly written angst sorry...
word count: 1.9k , notes @ the end (i'm sorry for this)
[PRESENT DAY, 30 SECONDS AGO]
“I just wanted you to know.”
It’s been four years. Four years of pain you thought you numbed. You thought you numbed. Because now that wound in your heart you had tried so hard to ignore felt fresh all over again.
[4 YEARS AGO]
Maybe you should’ve seen it coming. Maybe you did see it coming. Doesn’t make reality hurt any less. That’s just the harsh truth. Paige’s life was changing, her future having so much in store for her. A future that you aren’t in.
She left for Connecticut two hours ago. Her last message to you was five minutes ago.
paige :) 9:13PM
Boarding now
I’m sorry
You blocked her number after staring at the message for another five. Childish, sure, but so was your hoping things would work out for you. Hoping long distance would work out. But Paige was barely out of state and look where you were now. A sick game it is, love. Not fit for childish hopes.
[PRESENT DAY, 2.5 HOURS AGO]
“Please! It’ll be fun I swear!” Your best friend begged. She’s been begging you to go with her to a UConn basketball game. You would but you got off a plane not even two hours ago and entry to the game venue was in less than one. But your best friend is nothing if not persistent and you relent to her continuous pleas.
Within 45 minutes you’ve showered, picked out an appropriate outfit, and done minimal makeup. You wanted to look at least a little more presentable.
Your best friend, Elsie, rushes you out to her car to drive you to the UConn campus from her apartment. She hops out of the car excitedly, telling you all about the friends that let her know about this game. You nod to the sound of her voice but you don’t pay attention to the words she’s saying.
This is a women’s basketball game. You don’t realize you’ve said that out loud until Elsie looks at you and says, “Duh,” with a weird expression on her face.
You don’t say anything but silently, you dread every step closer you take to the arena, knowing what (or who) you’ll probably be facing in a matter of minutes.
Elsie spots her UConn friends near the entrance to Gampel Pavilion and runs excitedly up to them, waving you over quickly when she notices you didn’t follow her. You walk behind the small group of girls quietly, having said minimal introductions. The place is already packed and buzzing with energy as soon as you step inside.
You follow the way to a registry table and then to your seats. It’ll still be a few minutes until the athletes come out so you take that precious time to calm your nerves. Elsie notices you breathing heavily and shaking your leg and sends you a concerned look. It snaps you back into a more normal state. You were probably worrying for nothing.
Except when the UConn Women’s Basketball team, or more specifically, a certain blonde on the team, emerges from the tunnels, the stands erupting in cheers, people clapping loudly next to you, it feels like the world stops to lend you that moment of time to feel everything again.
[4 YEARS AGO]
“You could’ve told me sooner.” Your voice was eerily quiet. It unsettled Paige only because she thought you’d be yelling at her. You wanted to, you wanted nothing more than to scream and yell at her but you couldn’t. The only display of emotion coming from your otherwise stoic face were the quiet falls of tears coming from your tired eyes.
“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t.”
“You let me hope, Paige. You let me hope like an idiot in love that you would choose to stay. Or at the very least, be willing to keep me in your life!” The last sentence rising in volume as you finally felt the anger take over.
She was committed to the University of Connecticut, a thousand miles away from where you currently were in Minnesota. That wasn’t the part that made you angry. You were angry that she had waited until months after she told you where she committed that she couldn’t do long distance.
Your chest burned and your throat constricted with all feelings of grief and anger. Bile rose faster than the words you wanted to scream at her, leaving you speechless.
Paige was quiet herself, too ashamed to say anything further. “I hope everything goes well for you in Connecticut.”
And then you walked out of her house, a red tinge in your eyes and an ugly feeling in your heart.
[PRESENT DAY, 2 HOURS AGO]
Paige ran out with that buzzed feeling running through her. It felt like her veins were electric currents. The crowds cheered loudly upon seeing her and she loved playing into it too much, her teammates smirking at her.
They announced the starting lineups and within a matter of minutes the first quarter to the game had begun with the tip-off.
The game felt good. Paige felt in her element and the the crowds felt energized. It was shaping up to be a great game for the Huskies. For Paige especially. She sank a good number of her three attempts, getting her teammates some assists, making most of her free throws.
By the fourth and final quarter, UConn was up by 11. Their momentum hadn’t slowed down and every player that got to play got a decent amount of points by the end making a decisive victory with the Huskies up by 18 points in the end.
Paige was on a high even after almost everyone had cleared out. She felt amazing, like she could do anything.
Fate has a funny way of testing her.
[PRESENT DAY, 30 MINUTES AGO]
The game ended well. You did enjoy watching (if you count out all the times your eyes drifted to Paige, which in your defense, is hard since she is kind of their star player, which was a lot of times so maybe you didn’t enjoy watching as much you thought) and maybe you’d watch another one (if even thinking about basketball didn’t bring back painful memories).
One of Elsie’s friends was still inside the venue talking with some other people and you were waiting outside for her since she needed a ride home. Elsie was just recapping all the moments she loved from the game and you did your best to agree and respond as enthusiastically. If she noticed you were forcing it, she didn’t say anything.
A door opens and you instinctively turn to where the sound came from. At first, you don’t register who walks out properly because of the canopy of darkness from the night sky.
Then your eyes meet hers and you both freeze. One could argue it’s from the chilly breeze but anyone with two, even one, functioning eyes would be able to tell something was off.
You turn back around quickly, trying to push Paige out of your mind which was much harder now that she was standing the closest she has to you in years. Your attempts are completely futile when you feel a presence behind you and Elsie is making a face at you to turn around.
Reluctantly, you do. And you think you can hear your heart crack like porcelain.
She looks good even in her tracksuit. She still has the same blonde hair and dark roots. The same piercing blue eyes. She still makes you feel the same things she did four years ago. Although now there are more painful undertones as you take her in.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, not accusatory, just in genuine question. It takes you a second to reply back, kind of in shock that she was talking to you again.
“I’m- I’m visiting my friend,” you point over your shoulder to Elsie who waves before turning to walk away, pretending to be on her phone. You’ve told her bits and pieces of your history with Paige but she’s never gotten the whole picture. Whether it was because “it wasn’t that serious” or it hurt too bad (it’s the latter), you’re sure Elsie’s probably figured out the answer herself by now
Paige nods. Neither of you say another word for a solid minute, just standing there quietly, looking at each other. Wondering if this is real life.
Paige isn’t even sure why or how she ended up here, she only vaguely remembers her feet carrying her over like there aren't four years and paragraphs of unspoken words between you two.
You don’t even realize you’re crying until Paige’s hand instinctively reaches out to wipe the droplets away before stopping herself, knowing that that’s probably inappropriate to do now. Every fiber of your being wishes she didn’t because you’d have let. You’d have let her do whatever, no matter how reckless.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. It’s so faint you have to strain to hear it. “Why are you apologizing again?”
“Because I still don’t think I’ve said it enough. I really am sorry.”
You only sigh but add a nod along with it. “It’s okay.” Except it really isn’t. Somehow the pain is worse than the first time she said it. All you want at this moment is for the pain to stop. For Paige to not say anything further for fear it’ll only make it worse.
But she has a knack for doing the opposite of what you want.
“I’m not sure I should even be saying this, or even be here really, but I regret doing what I did to you. I regret it so much.”
“So why did you do it? Why’d you let me believe we could work it out? That you’d let me be there for you? I was willing, Paige.” Quiet sobs wracked your body, threatening to get louder as she stays silent again.
She’s crying now too. Paige contemplates what to say next, trying to gather her thoughts but that’s the thing about you, she’s never been able to think properly around you. So she blurts whatever response her brain conjures up.
“I was scared.”
“Scared? Scared of what?”
“Of the possibilities.” She’s quiet. You’re quiet. Dead silence falls between you two.
“You think I wasn’t too? I was so terrified of all the things that could go wrong. But I loved you enough to not care, even when you chose the possibility I was the most scared of.” Anger flooded your body again. This was so unfair.
“Everyday I wish it wasn’t the one I chose. But I got in my head and didn’t want to lose you while we were thousands of miles apart.” The “so I lost you while we were three feet apart” hangs in the air.
Nothing else comes out of your mouth. You’re too tired for this conversation.
[PRESENT DAY, 1 MINUTE AGO]
You thought when you walked away that day four years ago would be the worst pain you’ve ever felt. That turned out to be a lie as thirteen words fell from Paige’s lips.
She didn’t say anything else but as the final blow to your already worn out heart, she lets herself hold you in her arms, giving a light kiss to your temple before walking away to her car.
You sobbed dryly as she drove off, the last words she said to you ringing in your ears.
“I still love you. I never stopped. I just wanted you to know.”
🔖 — day two! chose a pretty vague prompt and went angsty with it. idk how to feel about this honestly i hope my angsty writing improves... lmk how you liked it! thank you sm for reading 🤍
#✮ litfiction#✮ c says#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#paige bueckers x reader#uconn x reader#uconn huskies#wcbb#angst#paige bueckers angst
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𖤐One Kiss and A Quidditch Match — Chapter 4: Beauxbatons and Durmstrang𖤐
Prologue (recommended to read)
Chapter 3 (previous)
Pair: Cedric Diggory x Male Slytherin Reader
Word count: 2.7K words
Summary of the book: You and Cedric Diggory hate each other. It has always been this way. But everything changes one night when you kiss each other at a party. Now, it seems you can’t escape each other — from being partnered up in Herbology for an important project to having to help Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament.
Summary of the chapter: Two weeks after you became partners with Cedric, Hogwart's Rival Schools arrive.
Notes: Please comment anything I should change to improve this. Also, I am not British so I am not 100% sure how to correctly write people from the UK. Also, Wix is the gender neutral term for witch and wizard and, like in the books Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are a school with mixed genders. This is the video I'm basing for the guests' introduction.
Content warning: One curse word. It's also a bit fruity.
!PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE WITHOUT PERMISSION OR CREDITS TO ME!
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Around a week or two later, you decided to hang out more with Alistair. Your judgy grudge against him had dimmed to a slight annoyance, and the two of you agreed to not bring it up.
It was now the 30th of October, and Hogwarts’ rival schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were to arrive in the evening. You personally hadn’t given the Triwizard Tournament much though for you were too young to participate and not keen on putting your life in dangerous situations.
The rest of your friends, however — particularly Alistair and Ziggy — were buzzing with anticipation.
And that was how you, Brian and Ziggy’s friend — whom you found out was named Roman Conyngham — silently watched Ziggy and Alistair passionately fantasise about the Triwizard Tournament.
Their conversation buzzed around the air of the grand Dining Hall, a complex and complicated interaction that caused you to zone out from boredom. Your eyes strayed from any of the boys you were with and to Elsie, Winnie and Destiny, sitting together at the Hufflepuff table.
Your mind shifted to the day you and Cedric became partners.
After class, you watched as Elsie rapidly marched away from the classroom, Destiny by her side. You swore you saw her glance back at you before finally disappearing into the corridor.
At lunchtime, you swiftly devoured your meal, curious yet concerned for Elsie. She was often serious, and that meant what she would tell you was something important. It was probably rather personal since, if it wasn’t, she would have informed you on the spot.
You craned your neck to see if she was still in the great hall — which she was not — before heading to the library with a goodbye from Brian and Winnie.
It wasn’t hard finding Elsie; she was pacing by a window at the corner of the library — your usual studying spot.
“Elsie?” You said softly to grab her attention.
Her head snapped up, and — with a furrow in your brow — you noticed a stressed look in her golden eyes. She gestured for you to come closer, simultaneously looking around for any snooping students.
“(Name),” she paused, nervously playing with her hair, “It’s about the party…”
You nodded carefully as curious thoughts circled your mind. Was this about Alistair?
“You see, after the whole…fiasco with Campbell,” Elsie cringed, “I went to the drink table since I was looking for Winnie. And I may have taken a couple too many shots. So I was drunk when I finally found Winnie. Stay with me on this, alright?”
You arched a brow. This was about her? Was there drama between them you didn’t know of? If so, why had they been so friendly with one another since the party? Sure, they seemed a bit off at some points, but you didn’t think too much of it.
Elsie glanced nervously to the side, “Winnie agreed to tell you. Please don’t say anything to Alistair, (Name). We’re telling Brian later.”
“You can trust me.” You promised, “Take your time.”
Tugging her brown curls, Elsie stayed silent momentarily, staring at your eyes. You saw how hesitant she was about the conversation and mentally applauded her for opening up to you. She inhaled a big breath, “I kissed Winnie.”
“So, Alistair, how do you feel with your little sis getting along with your ex?” Ziggy asked, snapping you out of your daze.
Alistair shrugged but looked visibly uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat as he replied, “Eh, don’t care much for it. I mean, Winnie can do whatever; I don’t control her life.” He puffed his fringe out of his face.
Ziggy and Roman shared a look, and the former responded in mild disbelief, “Yeah, of course.”
Personally, you were glad that they were all finally getting along, but a small pang of jealousy shot into your heart when you recalled barely talking to them for the entire day. In DADA, they had moved their seats to the back where Destiny sat, and you barely saw them in Herbology because of your project with Cedric Diggory.
Professor Sprout had given you a different room to work in, and when you came out covered in cuts and bruises from the Snargaluff, your class would joke that you were physically fighting.
For example, earlier that day, the Snargaluff was particularly peeved and somehow tangled you and Cedric in its bulky vines. You felt embarrassed to say that Professor Sprout had to rescue you from its grasp.
Needless to say, you felt triumphant when Cedric had to hobble to the nurse to get his scratches checked. Apparently, the Snargaluff’s vines had squeezed his leg so hard it turned blue, thus causing him to get healed. You, on the other hand, felt fine despite an ache in your core and a few scrapes from being compressed by the plant.
You admitted that you felt an odd pang of pity seeing your usually all-powerful rival limp out of the class like a fragile bird. You weren't used to seeing his vulnerable side.
Hands-on your cheek, you glanced over to where he was sitting with his friends. He was laughing, his perfect pearly smile gleaming charmingly. You felt as if some of the girls you knew thought of him as a fairy prince with those gorgeous grey eyes and soft-looking brown hair.
The last time you saw him was in the hallway, walking to his next class, which you believed to be his Transfiguration class. His leg was still in a cast, but he looked to be trying to apply some weight to it with the help of his mates and a mutual friend of yours — Chunhua Chang, also known as Cho.
A wave of warmth subconsciously flooded your heart at the thought of him recovering from the incident. You were honestly glad of his healing and smiled when you noticed he was recounting something to his friends. He was so…
Wait, what were you thinking?
You shook your head, and despite no one being able to hear your thoughts, your neck grew warm in embarrassment. Sure, you were mildly aware of your attraction to boys, but there was no way you liked Cedric Diggory of all people.
You felt a nudge from your right, “You doing okay, man? Your face looks a bit red,” Roman asked in concern. Sometimes, you were glad most of the other students were ignorant of your odd condition.
“I’m alright, thank you for your worry, Roman,” You smiled calmly at him, and he shrugged.
“Did you see the chariot outside?” you heard a 4th Year student to your left ask her friend with excitement, “Today is the day the foreign students arrive!”
Her friend giggled, “Ahh! Do you think there’ll be any cute boys?”
“Obviously,” the first girl huffed, “French boys are hot.”
“What about those at Durmstrang?”
“Don’t even think about it, Emily! I heard they are troublemakers. Apparently they’ve been cheating at the Triwizard Tournament for years. I doubt any good guys go to that dreadful place.”
You turn away from their conversation, feeling rather awkward listening to a bunch of children for information regarding Hogwarts’ rival schools. Luckily for you, Ziggy and Alistair were now gushing about the games.
“Hey, Brains, do you think the new schools will arrive soon, I’m starting to get hella impatient,” Alistair huffed and nudged Brian, who was snoozing off. You stifled a laugh at his confused expression.
“Huh?” He asked, and you swore you saw drool trickling down his chin.
“When will we get introduced to Beauxbatons and Durmstrang?” You rephrased Alistair’s question, leading forward curiously.
“So you were listening!” Ziggy jumped in.
Brian ignored him and frowned, “Well, I expect Dumbledore to give us a speech any minute now. I believe he is waiting for the rest of the students to settle in their seats. Surely he won’t make us sit here impatiently for long.”
You craned your neck to the entrances of the Great Hall, noting not a single student in sight seemed to be trickling in. Everyone was here so why wasn’t Dumbledore doing anything.
As if your thoughts were a trigger, the old headmaster stood up from his chair, and, like a magnet, attracted the attention of all the students. Despite your dislike for him because of how he favoured Gryffindor and detested Slytherin, you admitted he was rather excellent at drawing everyone’s eyes to him.
“Well now that we’re all settled in and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement.” Dumbledore commenced. The door to the main entrance cracked open and Filch scrambled over to the headmaster as he continued, causing a few students — including yourself — to chuckle at his silly run, “This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well.”
The old man paused to listen to what Filch had to say. He nodded carefully, whispering something in his ear before continuing his speech. “You see, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament.” You glanced at the Hufflepuff table, seeing how Cedric’s friends were teasing him and the way he smiled in mild embarrassment. A pang of jealousy shot through your heart. It wasn’t fair that he got to compete, and you weren’t. You were just as powerful, perhaps even more.
“Now, for those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. For each school, a single student is chosen to compete. Now, let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted, but more on that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies and men of the Beauxbatons academy of magic and their headmistress: Madame Maxime!”
The doors of the main entrance slid open, and a bunch of students your age strutted in, perfectly in sync and classical music played as they walked.
They were all dressed in a similar fashion: a silky, baby blue uniform with an elegant poncho and small hat. The girls wore skirts over lights while the few boys wore tight-fitting pants that totally did not make you stare at their asses.
You heard Alistair whistle when they passed. The girl's repressed smiles at his flirtatious move.
At some point in the song, they extended their arms with a very flowy movement, making you realise they were dancing. They then separated themselves into two groups and lined up in a v formation in front of the students.
A tall woman dressed in furs and leopard prints walked after her students. She had to be at least 2.5 meters if not more. You assumed she was the headmistress, Madam Maxime, as you and many others gaped at her.
Ziggy and you shared a look, and he mouthed, “She’s humongous.”
In front of her, two students performed a gymnastic choreography, elegantly bowed to their headmistress and finally stepped into the lines their fellow students were placed in.
Hogwarts erupted into applause, and a few wix even stood up. However, you spotted many girls in the room with disapproving looks on their faces.
Dumbledore carefully took Madame Maxime’s hand and placed a respectful kiss on it. He then walked a bit higher up on the steps and quickly silenced the crowd with his hands.
Alistair whispered to your group with a smirk, “Did you see the pretty blonde one?” But he was quickly hushed by a few people to his left.
Your eyes scanned the Beauxbaton girls until you spotted one of the girls who bowed to Madame Maxime next to the Hufflepuff table. Her hair was a golden blonde, wrapped in a ponytail, and the front curled around her jaw like a perfect ribbon, framing her glowing face. Even at a distance, you could tell she was stunning.
“And now, our friends from the north!” Dumbledore boomed, grabbing your attention, “Please great proud sons and daughters of Durmstrang and their headmaster Igor Karkaroff.”
A more sombre music started playing along with drums. A band of mostly boys marched in, occasionally hitting their staff on the group and shouting on time with the music. They stuck their staffs forward and twirled them, performing a simple yet powerful choreography as they neared the front with the Beauxbaton students, who had moved to the sides next to the wall.
Suddenly, they rushed forward, and two of them executed a series of somersaults and gymnastics, breakdancing their way where the Beauxbatons students once were while the others placed themselves in a v shape.
Two men entered the Great Hall, and you heard Ziggy and Alistair gasp, and Roman whispering, “Is it really him?”. This caused you to recognise one of those faces as the famous Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum.
You assumed the mean-looking man in white behind him was the headmaster Igor Karkaroff. You finally noticed a smaller man trailing them, dressed in grey.
The two students who breakdanced blew fire from their wands like dragons, controlling it to make it resemble a phoenix, giving the other students a little spectacle.
When the fire disappeared, they rapidly lined themselves up with the others, making way for Karkaroff and Hogwarts erupted in applause. The Beauxbatons students clapped respectfully.
The headmaster of Durmstrang walked up to Dumbledore, who spread his arms wide in greeting, and they both hugged each other, patting each other on the back in a friendly manner.
Once Karkaroff had moved to the side, Dumbledore cleared his throat to grab the student’s attention from the attractive Beauxbaton candidates, the gymnasts from Durmstrang and Krum.
“Please, please, take a seat, you all, make yourselves at home,” Dumbledore smiled at the crowd of guests. The students shared a look before ultimately choosing their tables. Luckily for you, Durmstrang had chosen the Slytherin one and had settled into their seats. Krum sat next to Alistair and across from Ziggy, who both started shifting in their seats in excitement.
But before they could say anything, Dumbledore spoke.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and — most particularly — guests. I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable.” You heard a snicker from the Ravenclaw table and rolled your eyes at the disrespect.
“The Tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast,” Dumbledore continued, “I now invite you all to eat, drink and make yourselves at home!”
Through the meal, Viktor Krum, Ziggy and Alistair started having a conversation while you and your two other friends talked quietly amongst yourself.
Brian and Roman were rather alike: calm and collected, introverted and you found out Roman was a top student in most of his classes. At first, it confused you since you never saw him until he mentioned being in Year 7.
“You gotta have someone to control that energetic idiot,” he shrugged when you asked him about being friends with Ziggy.
Speaking of him, he and Alistair were gushing over Krum, whom you noticed was rather unresponsive. It wasn’t until the Quidditch player glanced at his peers and shifted in his seat that you realised he didn’t like the attention. You felt pity; he was worldwide famous and yet never enjoyed the attention.
At the end of the meal, Dumbledore brought in something called the Goblet of Fire and when he started speaking of signing up for the Triwizard Tournament, you tuned out, a jealous hole forming in your heart.
Like Alistair, you wanted to participate, but in contrast, you were too young. You recalled the Weasley twins complaining about it in the hallway earlier that day, and despite your indifference to them, you couldn’t help but relate.
Your eyes drifted away from the headmaster to the Hufflepuff table, first to your girl friends, then to Cedric Diggory. To your surprise, he was already staring. Since you were competitive, you instinctively kept your eyes on him until he turned away.
Slowly, you faced the front again. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks and neck for the second time tonight. Your hands were cold, so you pressed them to where your skin felt warm.
Merlin’s Beard, what was happening to you?
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Chapter 5
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“Through the Cold, I’ll Find my Way Back to You” || Chapter One - “Honey, Don’t Feed it, it Will Come Back.”
Characters - Púca! Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Original Female Character
Summary - Maisie Quinn, after inheriting a home in Ireland from her late grandmother, slowly learns a dark past about the land in which it was built on.
Word Count - 2,184
Warnings - Nothing for this chapter other than light animal death!
A/N - SO EXCITED FOR THIS!! I will try to be consistent and write interesting chapters, we will get a real introduction to Andrew in the next chapter, I just wanted to introduce Maisie first and the setting. Please leave thoughts!
If you don’t know, a púca is a monster across European mythology that tends to be a shapeshifter, commonly taking form as a horse, goat, dog, cat, ect. They also take forms of humans which tend to have animalistic traits. They are known to play tricks on humans but never truly harm them. There’s a lot on them, so if you’re interested, I recommend looking into it. I am pretty consistent with the traditional idea of them but I will add my own elements as well. I will also explain any important information or facts if I feel is needed, feel free to ask as well!

“What’re you doing now?” I can hear Elsie snacking on carrots through the phone.
I sigh, hauling another box off of another, using my earbuds, we had been able to call all day despite the time difference. “Right now,” I grunt, setting the box on the ground, moving to search for my box cutter. “I am unpacking everything for the studio…” The room in question was a beautiful conservatory with beautiful glass windows curving upward. Outside, bushes with thorns and small berries could be seen, desperately in need of a trim.
“How different is it over there? I mean, you must’ve noticed something by now.”
“Well,” I huff, stepping back to appreciate the natural light coming into the room. “I live 40 minutes from Wicklow, which is nice…But I do miss the city already; it feels all so stretched out now.” It was terribly ironic of me to complain about Europe being big in comparison to America, but after being raised in downtown Seattle all my life, to be thrown into a village where I have to drive to get my groceries was different.
“We miss you.” Elsie pouted. “Who’s going to bring disgusting vegan dishes to every game night?”
I let out a laugh straight from my chest. “Sorry, babe, you just need to find another pretentious vegetarian then.”
Carefully, I pulled out my easels and canvases I hadn’t used yet. The room was mostly boxes, with only two work benches being built and a random spinny chair thrown out. Making this house look like the ones on Pinterest was going to be a process.
“Say, are you and Lydia going to be able to make up here for Christmas?" I ask, fighting the wooden easel to unfold.
I can hear her hiss, disappointment sinking in. “I… I don’t know, May…It’s just…busy right now. You know, if we can’t this time, we just will come up for our anniversary! We’ve always wanted to go to Ireland.”
“Oh, that’s alright.” My voice came out a bit more upset than I hoped, and I could feel the burning in my eyes, a small sniffle escaping me.
“Maisie..” Elsie said sweetly, making me butt in immediately.
“No! No, it’s ok. I get it. You two are working…married, busy, have all your friends there, it’s fine.” I hated how I reacted—so reminiscent of a child, I didn’t even notice the tears on my face.
“Maisie, I…” She paused, seemingly looking for the right words. “It’s going to be hard for a while, ok? But you’ll make lots of friends! And we will still talk every day, ok? Don't feel bad because you’re upset; it’s okay to be upset.”
“I know, thank you.”
I had moved from Seattle to New Castle, County Wicklow, a few weeks ago. A year before that, my grandma had died, who, other than Elsie, had been my best friend. The loss still hurt, but hopefully something good was coming out of it. In her will, I was left to this beautiful property near Greystones. The house itself was pretty humble but charming and well kept. The garden was very large yet outgrown. After living in the hustle and bustle of a city like Seattle, I needed this, something different, it was like she knew.
My grandma inherited the house from her grandmother, who’s grandmother owned the home before the "famine." My Irish family had left Ireland some time in the 1840s to New York, where we eventually found ourselves in Washington. Thinking back on how hard it had to have been to just be Irish in either country made me a bit proud to find myself back at this house, just like how the women before me wanted.
While modest, the home was well built and was a good distance from the beach, which I had been utilizing for walking Lenny. Since the 80s, our richer part of the family had used it for a vacation home, but as my grandmother got older, the only thing she made sure of the home was keeping it clean, despite the fact it was empty now.
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A while later, still unpacking, now in the kitchen, Lenny began doing circles around the kitchen, licking at my leg. “Shit, you’re out of dog food.” I whispered to myself, leaning down to pat his head. Now that I had actual utensils, pots, and dishes, I could finally move on from adapting to their version of Chinese takeout and cook myself a proper meal.
At the grocery store, I spent a lengthy time deciding which shape of pasta was the most appealing.
In my pasta-induced haze, a voice broke me out of it. “Gosh, you look just like her, all grown up.” I turn my head to see an older woman, around 70 or so, smiling up at me.
“Oh, did you…”
“Know Evelyn? Of course, I met you when you were just a wain.” Heat rose to my cheeks, It was always embarrassing to meet someone who knew you from your family in public. All I could think about was getting out of it. “I saw your…pictures on Facebook, and I mean, it was identical until…”
My hand instinctively went up to my head. “Oh? My hair? Yeah, uh, I mean, at least it’s going to a good place.” A few months ago, I had completely cut off the long hair I had growing down near my waist into a pixie cut; liking how it’s growing out, I plan to keep it.
“Such a shame what happened.” The older woman shook her head. “She was a good woman, ye grandmother.”
Awkwardly, I nodded along.
“Nice to see the property put to use, I hope the stories don’t get to you though.” That caught my attention.
“Stories?”
“Oh? You don’t know? There’s a saying that hundreds of years ago, when your family bought the land, it belonged to a monster…called a púca…Something about it torments the humans who lived on the land in an attempt to scare them off.” A small giggle escaped me; I was no stranger to legends and myths.
“It’s all coincidences though; lots of dead animals are found near the property; I’ve never heard of any real trouble happening.” She smiled sweetly. “God is on your side.” Obviously, being a devote atheist for over 10 years, I had no real fear of any monsters.
“Oh!” The woman beamed, reaching into her purse for a pen and notepad. “Here’s my number if you need anything, love, just a call away.” I watched as her shaky hands scribbled down her home phone, pressing it into my hands. Mary.
“Thank you, Mary; I’ll be sure to get in touch.” I smile as we part, my mind drifting back to the word. Púca… It sounded like puta. I stifled back a laugh.
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Later that night, while Lenny was eating out of his dog bowl in the kitchen, I guarded my large bowl of pasta on the makeshift pillow-blanket couch I had crafted for myself. I sighed softly, checking my phone every minute in case someone wanted to ask me how I was or send me a funny video. Instead, I sat alone in the room, rewatching episodes of Gilmore Girls until there was nothing left in my bowl.
As I washed out my bowl, laying it on the rack, Lenny ran around my legs with a toy, eagerly waiting for me to throw it across the house for him. I smiled fondly down at my boy, the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. “Hey boy, want me to throw it?” I cooed at him, kneeling down to his level, excited by my tone. He wagged his tail and did circles, coming back to me with the small rope. Taking it, I tossed it across the floor, enjoying his nails scraping the tiles as he ran towards it, prompting returning it.
After a few rounds of this, a scratch on the door caught my attention, causing my brow to raise and my anxiety to heighten. It’s fine. I thought to myself, tossing the toy again, watching him retrieve it. It could be anything. Anything? Like a…no. Stop. Wiping my face, I waited for Lenny to come back. As he trotted to me, the scratching was louder, more aggressive.
Setting him off, the small retriever began to bark at the door, his little body jumping back each time. Shushing him, I walked to the window, looking out; there was nothing I could see. Púca. I scoffed, shaking my head; it was just my brain. I took a deep breath, opening the door slowly, unreasonably anxious about what I might see.
As I did, my leg instinctively went to barricade the door, Lenny barking at the small creature in front of me. I didn’t know how to react to the fox in front of me; it stepped back slowly, looking at me, making sad chirp-like sounds. My brows furrowed at the sight. “Ok…” I drifted off; my initial thought was that the animal was hurt, but the way it walked around my patio indicated otherwise. Perhaps whoever took care of the house before fed it, but it hadn’t come before.
Being a natural animal lover and suck up, I close only the glass door, letting me see him still. The fox pranced around still before sitting down in front of the door, clearly with no intention of leaving. Lenny stood, his tail high on alert. “Lenny!” I called out disapprovingly as I heard his familiar low growls. In a small bowl, I scooped some of his food with a few pieces of left-over pasta on top.
Laying the bowl down, I went back inside; even if it wasn’t aggressive, I didn’t want to invade its space, even if I was guilty of interfering with nature in the first place. My eyes drifted over the animal’s fur; it was a warm brown all around, and the ears and feet were black. Under the jaw and belly of the fox, the fur was white, as was the tip of its tail. Mostly, I was looking for signs of mange—anything to indicate it was sick. On cue, it looked up; the way its green eyes flashed at me caused my face to stiffen as I saw the reflection of light in it’s eyes. I looked back; there was no light to cause the eye to shine, and as I looked back, it was gone. The house was silent except for the low growling of my dog and the crunching of the fox’s feast.
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“It was so weird!” I complained to Elsie over the phone, clutching my colorful robe, tea in the other hand.
“Maisie, usually you make amazing choices, but this was dumb.” She said it matter-of-factly.
I shake my head, pacing around the cold floor. “How? It was hungry, Elsie; what was I supposed to do? Let it starve.”
“No, you’re supposed to call the Irish Animal Control, obviously. It could have had rabies.”
“Rabies? I don’t think so.” I chuckled, so sure of myself. “It wasn’t like…foaming at the mouth or aggressive.”
“Maisie, when animals have like…early rabies or something, they act oddly tolerant to humans, was there mange? Was it dehydrated or anything?”
“No… It looked really healthy, actually. It just wanted food; no one got bit, no one got hurt. Elsie, It isn’t that big of a deal; it’s a one-time thing.”
I heard a deep, disappointed sigh escape her. “Maybe you should’ve been raised in the mountains…Look, when you feed animals, they expect that you will give them food; they’ll come back. When I was little, growing in Bend, I accidentally fed a raccoon once, and she brought generations of baby raccoons for years.”
Walking to my porch, wanting to enjoy my tea with the cool air, I open the door. “If it comes back, I just won’t feed it; I learned my lesson, ok.” My eyes immediately drifted down in front of me.
“Maisie?”
“Uh, sorry…” Carefully, I set my tea on the railing. On the concrete, I stared at a small rodent in front of me, absolutely gutted. “There is a mutilated mouse on my porch.” I said breathlessly, always hurt by any dead animals.
“Oh, see! Now it’s rewarding you!” She complained over the phone as I stayed silent.
“Do you think they’re like cats? Like, they’ll bring you dead stuff because they think you stink at hunting or something…” I wasn’t too sure what to do with the body.
“I don’t know,” Elsie said flatly. “What I do know is that you should stop feeding it; just for your and Lenny’s sake, I don’t want you calling me at 3 am because you have to get rabie shots in your ass, ok?” On my side of the phone, I nodded, immediately looking for a reason to hang up. “Oh shit, it’s already so late, ok, Maisie, I love you; I’ll call you later, ok?” Thank god. Is all I could think.
After using a poop bag to toss the animal into the outside bins, I went to pull out my laptop, pulling up my laptop and searching: What is a Púca?
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voice claims for s40/41!!!! everyone cheer!!!!
sirius
speaking: mafuyu asahina from project sekai (cv: rui tanabe)
“don’t leave me alone…” as a more emotional way of speaking
“strange? if i’m strange…” (starting at 5:43) when they stop masking
mafuyu self-introduction when they’re masking
singing: mafuyu asahina (aishite aishite aishite solo) and mafuyu asahina (usseewa solo)
note: sorry these aren’t in english!!! for all the pjsk voice claims, unfortunately none of them will be in english. please imagine their voices in english for my sake… i chose a more feminine voice for sirius. i was thinking of my masculine options, but i thought the way mafuyu sang and spoke in both her kinder and apathetic voices fit sirius too well to pass up this chance.
nene
speaking: mahiru koizumi from dr2 (cv: carrie keranen)
singing: villain by stella jang
note: nene’s voice gets deeper after the horrors. please imagine a gritter, lower, more gravelly version of these two voices for post-anakt nene.
numa (made by @/spcells)
speaking: reki kyan from sk8 the infinity (cv: matt shipman)
singing: love in a song by bo en
note: not much to say other than i took creative liberties here since numa is in fact borrowed… dont forget that… but i thought these fit him pretty well for this au, since i actually have full ownership of him (and shichiro) for alnst according to my qpp 😓 i also ask them for permission to do a lot of the things i do and if their ocs are in character in lore even if i dont have to… i love them a lot please appreciate him i love youuuuu if you’re seeing this march
additionally, because i have full ownership of this au for the characters, some inspirations for them and their arcs have changed (with permission)
xael
speaking: langa hasegawa from sk8 the infinity (cv: howard wang) (not linking another video since langa also speaks in the above video for numa’s speaking voice)
singing: bitter choco decoration syudou self cover vers.
note: thought it would be cute if numa and xael matched voice claims… right… its so silly right… also i love bitter choco so i had to
shichiro (made by @/spcells)
speaking: wriothesley from genshin impact (cv: joe zieja)
singing: help its. okay well. well. it’s before i forget by slipknot…
note: shichiro is very different from my other ocs, hence the very different style and such… this isn’t a bad thing, it’s more of a lore thing. he’s not really trained to be a performer, and he was raised to become more of a “weapon.” his owner sent him to anakt for a reason shichiro doesn’t know. it’s a very good thing he adapted quickly…
marin
speaking: nicole from class of '09 (cv: elsie lovelock)
singing: readymade by ado
note: i thought nicole was funny to put as marin especially because of her behavior.. and i also really like ado's voice as marin's because ough i love ado dearly. i just imagine marin's singing to be so different from her speaking voice.
akari
speaking: marceline abadeer (cv: olivia olson) (starts at 0:33, video has spoilers for adventure time: stakes!)
singing: woke up (from adventure time: obsidian)
note: i love marceline and i wanted to use her for an oc.. and i thought akari was the perfect fit for herrrr especially the video and woke up and oh. it fits. i love marceline.
basil
speaking: toya aoyagi from project sekai (cv: itou kent)
singing: toya aoyagi (fragile solo)
note: i didn't think basil would have a higher male voice. i thought toya fit pretty well in terms of personality and the way he presents himself. he's rather soft spoken and lets others do the talking for him, but when he's on stage it's totally different.. ogh..
mira
speaking: mizuki akiyama from project sekai (cv: satou hinata)
"i'm sorry for not being able to face it..." as a more emotional way of speaking (spoilers for mizu5!)
mizuki's character introduction for normal speech
"if i talked about it earlier..." for an emptier feeling? ish? (spoilers for mizu5!)
singing: mizuki akiyama (bug solo)
note: mira... oh mira... they were a mizuki oc from the very start... i love her dearly... mizu5 pushed them here :3333
elodie
speaking: march 7th (cv: skyler davenport)
singing: emu ootori (telecaster b-boy solo) (cv: kino hina)
note: i imagine elodie's speaking voice to be high pitched like march, but when she sings, she's forced to sound a bit more childish like how emu's voice is (but not by much, which is why i chose telecaster instead of for example, tondemo-wonderz) because of her guardian.
AMALGAM
speaking: princess bubblegum (cv: hynden walch) and sunday from hsr (cv: griffin puatu) (help is there still drama with him or. not because i want to use sunday's voice for amalgam no matter what happens to the voice actor)
singing: sweet dream luka & sua mashup (cv: BL8M and C!naH)
note: please imagine bubblegum and sunday's voice overlapping when amalgam speaks. the masculine and feminine voices inside the amalgam mix when it speaks. this is also why i used the luka & sua mashup for their singing voice. amalgam's voice also echoes. also, remember that amalgam only has one body and has its own identity. the amalgam is not ellie, vera, hanno, or chiara. the amalgam is itself.
@4listr @aakaneeee @apriciticreveries @bluemoonscape @rockwgooglyeyes @zerostyrant @pwippy @nottoonedin @paradisedisconcert @starry-skiez
#alnst oc#alien stage oc#alnst ocs#alien stage ocs#voice claims#alnst season 40#alien stage season 40#alnst season 41#if i made a mistake on one of the links please lmk
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introduction ❀⋆.ೃ࿔:・

.ೃ࿔ hi, i'm elsa (also known as elizabeth, lizard, elsie, among other things)! this is my introduction to my shifting blog! i've been on my shifting journey since 2020 and i've been a silent follower of shiftblr since 2024.
.ೃ࿔. my main drs ! marvel, teen wolf, and fame drs. i love to yap about my drs to anyone who will listen, so feel free to ask me questions!
.ೃ࿔ i discovered reality shifting in 2020 from shifttok (like most of us did) and i fell in love with the idea. i thought, "a world where i could have literally anything i desire? how unrealistic is that!" (she would come to realize that it is, in fact, very realistic). i tried over and over again and used countless different methods, but alas, i was not successful. i had a sort of falling-out with shifting in 2022. in 2023, i 'rediscovered' shifting and decided to give it another go! i deleted all my old scripts and started over again completely anew. this time around, i had more luck! i discovered shiftblr in 2024 and i am SO thankful i did! shifttok was really killing my motivation and the drama on there was unbearable. i received great advice here that rewired my way of thinking and changed the way i think about the world entirely. i got really into law of assumption and it really helped me! i shifted for the first time last week and it wasn't for very long, but it still happened! since then, i can tell i'm getting closer to another shift.
.ೃ࿔ elsa's favorite things ! the color green, vintage stores, digital cameras, the dixie chicks, fleetwood mac, flowy dresses, golden hour, baking, the smell of the forest before it rains, daffodils, carnations, candles, creating dr-inspired pinterest boards, roller skating, playing guitar, singing when nobody's listening, writing ... among other things ❀⋆.ೃ࿔
reach out if you'd like to chat! i would love to make shifting friends <3
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#reality shifting#shiftblr#shifting community#shifting antis dni#shifting motivation#shifting realities#marvel dr#teen wolf dr#shifting journey#reality shifting community#shifters#shifting to marvel#shifting to teen wolf#loa tumblr
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OC Introductions
Okay. To pair with Beauxbatons fic, From Now On, The Greatest Show series now has another addition, a Durmstrang focused fic called Come Alive! This is also @cecexwrites fault she helped with things. (Tagging @daughter-of-melpomene and then @randomestfandoms-ocs who also wanted me to have a Durmstrang fic)
Romulus Balan (Archie Renaux FC), Lenore Han ship. Never quite been one for the discipline of Durmstrang, Romulus is excellent at Transfiguration but not as great at dueling and other forms of martial magic. He does go to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament but he was more interested in seeing another school than trying to enter.
Lenore Han (Jessie Mei Li FC), Romulus Balan ship. One of the most hardworking students at Durmstrang, Lenore is extremely gifted at martial magic and does have a temper, but she is also extremely loyal to her friends and has a lot of expectations to live up to. She does go to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament and was planning on entering.
Velimir Gregorovitch (Nicholas Galitzine FC), TBD ship. Part of the Gregorovitch wandmaking family, grandson of Mykew Gregorovitch, he has been taught the art of wands for many years. He isn’t the best student, but his connections and skill in the Dark Arts are enough for him to be in one of the few clans at Durmstrang. He probably goes to Hogwarts for the Tournament I'm still deciding.
Misha Gagarin (Freddy Carter FC), TBD ship. One of the most unfriendly students at Durmstrang, there are rumors his family had been supporters of Grindelwald, but Misha himself doesn’t care about the wizard. He is in one of the clans at school and puts his name in for the tournament at Hogwarts, he is well adept at potions and used to be on the Quidditch team before suffering an unfixable injury
Elsie Burke (Lana Condor FC), Emilie Cayard ship. Durmstrang’s resident potions master, she even outscored Misha, much to his chagrin. She is part of the Burke family, of Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley. She is familiar with many of the Death Eater families as a result, but she has no plans to follow in those footsteps and intends on working at St. Mungo’s to help people. She does go to Hogwarts for the Tournament.
Constance Nielsen (Jenny Boyd FC), Karline Eckardt ship. Very skilled at martial magic, constantly in completion with Lenore for the best spot in school, Constance has always held herself to a high standard. She has always been determined to be the best student Durmstrang has ever seen and nothing will stop her from achieving that, including having dated Misha before his Quidditch injury. TBD if she goes to Hogwarts for the Tournament but she probably will.
Jurica Lazarov (Jordan Connor FC), Lisette Cayard ship. One of the better duelists of the school, but he's not super well disciplined despite the teachings of Durmstrang. He is often the reason for his classes facing punishments, leading him to have a less than stellar reputation amongst his fellow students. He does not go to Hogwarts for the Tournament since he is not allowed to.
Barnaby Travers (Eli Brown FC), Daphne Greengrass ship. One of Durmstrang's Quidditch players, he replaced Misha after his injury, although he isn't the strongest player. He tries to take care of his sister Camilla though she seems to do more of the caretaking, and he has been approached about joining one of the clans by Velimir because of who his father is. He does visit Hogwarts because Camilla is.
Camilla Travers (Ciara Bravo FC), George Weasley ship. A Durmstrang student with high Ministry aspirations, she is very outspoken against her father, although she herself does have a certain talent for the Dark Arts the school teaches. She is not very interested in sports but she goes to Quidditch games to support her brother. She goes to Hogwarts for the Tournament to make more connections and was planning on entering before learning she is too young.
Marius Marcovici (Luke Newton FC), Nymphadora Tonks ship. Both skilled in Transfiguration and one of the top Quidditch players in the school, Marius is at the point of his life where he is finally nearing his graduation and yet has no clue what he is going to do with his future. His family, too supportive Purebloods who truly don't care what he does as long as he's happy, hasn't given him much direction. So, he attends Hogwarts for the Tournament, hoping the new surroundings will finally inspire him.
#new oc#new ocs#oc ideas#romulus balan#lenore han#velimir gregorovitch#misha gagarin#elsie burke#constance nielsen#jurica lazarov#barnaby travers#camilla travers#marius marcovici#tw harry potter
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Song of the Day! #TBT
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Oooh I have not heard this one in a while and always enjoyed it! Especially the video!
I'll just have the rest of Sasi tomorrow! Most days will be just one sim day shown, some days will be two, and if I ever get spammy maybe one rare day will be three! That means Elsie's introduction post will be on Saturday!
Also I will have a new pinned post likely when I post Elsie I want to be able to link everything at the same time is why!
Did Tumblr just change my theme randomly or is that just me?
Everyone is a genius at least once a year. The real geniuses simply have their bright ideas closer together. ~
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⭐️ TOP 10 READS ⭐️
I wasn't really dabbling with the book community when I picked up reading again in September 2023 but now in January 2024, I've read 32 books (not a lot but I'm picking up speed finally!) and here are my TOP 10 reads so far on my reading journey 💘📚
Starting at #10...
#10: ICEBREAKER | Hannah Grace

This was one of the first books I read. It was also my first sports romance. I didn't think hockey would be it for me but WOWZA did Nate Hawkins change me. His and Stassie's relationship was a quick one that took my breath away. The spice? You wouldn't have convinced me of the fllth in this book when I picked it up. Honestly, the pages moaned when I opened them. Such a good read! Highly recommend. I'm currently reading WILDFIRE (Russ and Aurora's story) and cannot WAIT for Henry's book! He was my favorite side character 💘
RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️
#9: SECRETLY YOURS | Tessa Bailey

Secretly Yours was my introduction to Tessa Bailey who has honestly become one of my top 5 authors. I love her writing style. A third person typically isn't my cup of tea, but Tessa can change you. This was a great take on a little grumpy x mega sunshine action. Julian Vos is a sucker for his girl and secretly a little freak too. Absolutely loved this! Also, I loved the secret admirer letters back and forth. So good.
RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️
#8: Unfortunately Yours | Tessa Bailey

This is the second book after Secretly Yours. This follows Julian's sister, Natalie, and August Cates. We meet both of these people in Secretly Yours. There's nothing I love more than a marriage of convenience trope with a little splash of enemies to lovers, but knowing that the MMC has fallen in love first. August Cates? He is a WHOLE MAN. An ex-Marine who is set to keep his late best friend's vineyard dreams alive, his and Natalie's explosive relationship is a succulent read... And in the bedroom? Well, let's just say. He makes it fit. 🔥
RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
#7: ADDICTED TO YOU | Krista & Becca Ritchie

The first book in the Calloway Sisters series follows two very complicated people, Loren Hale and Lily Calloway. Best friends since childhood who both face terrible addictions (Loren is an alcoholic and Lily is a sex addict), they've been playing their families for years that they've been together. They do this so they can help others hide their addictions. But when everything blows up and each realizes the other does have a problem, everything goes south. This book had me in tears. It is emotionally tragic and I adore LiLo SO much. I've read Ricochet and am going to start the 3rd book either this month or in February... Also, you may just fall in love with Connor Cobalt. I said what I said 💗
RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️
#6: FLAWLESS | Elsie Silver

When in doubt, remember what Big & Rich said. Save a horse, ride a cowboy. If you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. My first cowboy romance ever and I was hooked from the very first page. We meet Rhett Eaton, a playboy bull rider with a hatred for milk unlike no other. He needs his reputation fixed and handled. Enter Summer. The most sunshiney person you'd ever meet gives this bull rider a run for his money. And the sex? Oh wowza. It's so good.
RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️
#5: A COURT OF THORNS & ROSES | SJM

My introduction to ACOTAR started off strong. I adored Tamlin (if you know, you know) we follow Feyre Archeron and her journey. I can't say much except you need to read this. It is one of the best series I've ever read, which is why my next 4 are ACOTAR too.
RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️
#4: A COURT OF MIST & FURY | SJM

ahhhhhhHHHHHH. I CRIED LIKE A BABY. RHYS?? Rhys is my husband. I can't help it.
RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️
#3: A COURT OF WINGS & RUIN | SJM

I cried even harder reading this one. Again, I can't spoil it.
RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️
#2: A COURT OF SILVER FLAMES | SJM

This is by far my FAVORITE. I am a Nesta girly. Deep down, out of all the Archeron sisters, I relate to Nesta the most. And Cassian is my favorite bat boy... Gah lay. I cannot wait for Azriel's book.
RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
#1: HAUNTING ADELINE | H.D. CARLTON

My number one book... Is Haunting Adeline. I don't want to hear any negativity. This book changed me. I've got so many book boyfriends, but Zade Meadows beats them all. He is unstoppable. This book had me screaming at the top of my lungs and had me fighting for air. Zade had me questioning everything about myself. He is the dark boyfriend for me. I have Hunting Adeline and desperately want to read, but was trying to get through some of my TBR. I started it and cried by the third chapter so I had to put it down because I just KNOW Hunting will wreck me.
RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
#icebreaker#nate hawkins#haunting adeline#zade meadows#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#a court of silver flames#sarah j maas#sjm universe#hd carlton#tessa bailey#secretly yours#unfortunately yours#flawles#elsie silver#rhys#cassian#azriel#rhett eaton#loren hale#addicted to you#calloway sisters
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WIP Announcement (and re-re introduction)
Hello everybody! I've been busy for a while and I haven't been able to respond to a lot of the tag games and asks that I've recieved, but now finally I am done (for now) and I can get back to responding to y'all and posting about my WIP!
(Left) My MC'S Narul and Ninma courtesy of @faeporcelain and (right) Narul courtesy of @veggiebr0th !
For those of you who haven't seen me before, Hello! You can call me C. I am currently working on a series of fantasy novels, The Testaments of the Green Sea. The story follows the journey of the giant Narul and the princess Ninma as they travel the lands of Kishetal. Along the way they encounter spirits, monsters, demons, magic, war, gods, pirates, and slavers.
The setting and story is based around the mythologies and cultures of the Bronze age, no knights here sorry to say.
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Themes and Tropes (Or more accurately a random assortment of words vaguely related to the plot): Found Family, immortality, loss, love, war, power, memory, magic, insanity, political shenanigans, The passage of time, growing up, queerness in the ancient world, violence, spirits, fantasy outside of medieval europe
I finished the second draft of the first book (and started book 2) and I thought that I was happy with it, but lately I've been thinking more about a lot of the characters that I've included and the stories that I want to tell and I have realized that even with 208,000 words, I wasn't able to fully capture everything that I wanted to. And so I have decided to give myself more work and to split my first book into three separate books which will let me give all of the characters and stories the attention they need without overcrowding.
And I have finally come up with titles! The series overall is called The Testaments of the Green Sea and the three new books are as follows:
The Giant and The Princess
The Pirate and The Poet
The Hammer and the Spear
Some things you can expect in the next few days:
An absolute deluge of tag game responses and ask answers, I have a lot of catching up to do ( @illarian-rambling , @mk-writes-stuff , @elizaellwrites , @elsie-writes , @willtheweaver , @phoenixradiant , @agirlandherquill , @the-ellia-west , and anyone else that I might have missed)
I will finally be posting the intro to my OC, Zatar (I'm including a drawing of him down below), and will be posting a poll or two about other characters that y'all want to be introduced to you.
I might do a poll about a poll, to see what sort of thing y'all would be interested in seeing
I will be posting a recipe for a cheesecake recipe from my world, this is a way to celebrate 200 followers (thank y'all so much btw!)
I'm excited to show y'all some new things about my WIP and to introduce you all to my OCs and world! Also, I don't think I've ever actually made an official taglist. If y'all are interested in being in a taglist for this project, send me a message or comment on this post!

#writeblr#writing#fantasy writing#testamentsofthegreensea#fantasy#worldbuilding#fantasy world#queer fantasy#narul#story writing#world building#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#wip#oc art#creative writing#writer#fantasy novel#writeblr introductions
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USAAF Flight Nurses
So as I’m currently collabing with @major-mads on a fic where our two ocs are flight nurses I thought I do a little post about them as they aren’t well know. I’ve also had a passion for ww2 nurses, including flight nurses and so I’ve really enjoyed sharing my flight nurse knowledge with Mads as we have written our fic. These woman were truly amazing, like many woman during ww2, so I thought I do a little factual post about them.

Before World War II, the U.S. military showed little interest in using aircraft and flight nurses to evacuate wounded soldiers to rear areas. However, the global war forced the US to revolutionise military medical care through the development of air evacuation, which was later known as aeromedical evacuation and flight nurses.
With the rapid expansion of USAAF air transport routes around the world it was made possible to fly wounded and sick servicemen quickly to hospitals far from the front lines. This helped save the lives of many wounded men, and the introduction of flight nurses helped make it possible.
Due to a pressing need for this service, the USAAF created medical air evacuation squadrons and started a rush training program for flight surgeons, medics and flight nurses at Bowman Field, near Louisville, Kentucky.
The increasing need for flight nurses became critical after the Allied invasion of North Africa in November 1942, however many of the nurses at Bowman Field had not finished their training. Nevertheless, the USAAF sent these nurses to North Africa on Christmas Day.
On Feb. 18, 1943, the U.S. Army Nurse Corps' first class of flight nurses formally graduated at Bowman Field.
Due to the C47s used as air evacuation also transported military supplies, they could not display the Red Cross. This meant that without any markings to indicate their non-combat status, these evacuation flights were vulnerable to enemy attacks. For this reason, flight nurses and medical technicians were volunteers.
To prepare for any emergency, flight nurses learned crash procedures, received survival training, and studied the effects of high altitude on various types of patients. They also had to be in top physical condition to care for patients during these rigorous flights.
Eventually, about 500 Army nurses served as members of 31 medical air evacuation transport squadrons operating worldwide. It is a tribute to their skill that of the 1,176,048 patients air evacuated throughout the war, only 46 died en route. Seventeen flight nurses lost their lives during the war.
The Flight Nurses Creed
I will summon every resource to prevent the triumph of death over life. I will stand guard over the medicines and equipment entrusted to my care and ensure their proper use. I will be untiring in the performances of my duties and I will remember that, upon my disposition and spirit, will in large measure depend the morale of my patients. I will be faithful to my training and to the wisdom handed down to me by those who have gone before me.I have taken a nurse's oath, reverent in man's mind because of the spirit and work of its creator, Florence Nightingale. She, I remember, was called the "Lady with the Lamp." It is now my privilege to lift this lamp of hope and faith and courage in my profession to heights not known by her in her time. Together with the help of flight surgeons and surgical technicians, I can set the very skies ablaze with life and promise for the sick, injured, and wounded who are my sacred charges. ...This I will do. I will not falter in war or in peace.

Here are a few of the real flight nurses from ww2 from left upper: Second Lieutenant Elsie S. Ott, upper right: first Lieutenant Suella Bernard.


Elsie S. Ott - As the flight nurse on the first intercontinental air evacuation flight, she demonstrated the potential of air evacuation in January 1943. She was an Army nurse who had never flown in an airplane and had no air evacuation training, she successfully oversaw the movement of five seriously ill patients from India to Washington, D.C. This six-day trip would have normally taken three months by ship and ground transportation. For her actions on this historic flight, Ott received the first Air Medal presented to a woman, and she also received formal flight nurse training.
Suella Bernard - On March 22, 1945, two CG-4A gliders landed in a clearing near the bridgehead at Remagen, Germany, to evacuate 25 severely injured American and German casualties. Once the gliders were loaded, C-47 transports successfully snatched them from their landing site and towed them to a military hospital in France. In the second glider, Suella who had volunteered for the mission, cared for the wounded en route. One of the first two nurses to fly into Normandy after the D-Day invasion, Bernard became the only nurse known to have participated in a glider combat mission during World War II. For this mission, she received the Air Medal.
Upper left: first Lieutenant Aleda E.Lutz Upper right: first Lieutenant Mary L. Hawkins


Aleda E. Lutz - One of the most celebrated flight nurses of World War II, she flew 196 missions and evacuated over 3,500 men. In November 1944, during an evacuation flight from the front lines near Lyon, France, her C-47 crashed killing all aboard. Aleda was awarded the Air Medal with four Oak Leaf Clusters, and the Distinguished Flying Cross.
Mary L. Hawkins - On Sept. 24, 1944, she was evacuating 24 patients from the fighting at Palau to Guadalcanal when the C-47 ran low on fuel. The pilot made a forced landing in a small clearing on Bellona Island. During the landing, a propeller tore through the fuselage and severed the trachea of one patient. Hawkins made a suction tube from various items including the inflation tube from a "Mae West." With this, she kept the man's throat clear of blood until aid arrived 19 hours later. All of her patients survived. For her actions, Hawkins received the Distinguished Flying Cross.

I hope you’ve all found this interesting and now have a greater understanding of flight nurses. If you’d like to read a fic on flight nurses please check out my fic ‘On a Wing and a Prayer’ and @major-mads fic ‘A Pair of Silver Wings’ a Masters of the Air collab.

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Neo with a very physical touch partner? Fluff if you can ^//_//^
Okay :3, this ain't gonna be a perfect one since it my first time doing it but here ya go, enjoyed!
Neo x Gn!physical touch!y/n
(Half of it are canon to the storyline - half of it have some few changes)
At first, when Abyssmare moving their life to Japan and went to Yoba Academy, people were shocked. Especially when the chaos was happening around the team whether Neo couldn’t sing during the live back in America.
Attending the same class with Kyoko and you, she only write her name and a sentence introduction, which make everyone’s back shiver in the cold atmosphere.
People also knew Neo with a cold demeanor, stoic and assertive person when they first meet. She hated lovely, and bright thing surrounding her.
Yet you were her exception, when she first see you performing an instrument secretly in the practice room, Neo empty-heart filled with a strange feeling. It was something blooming insider her as if flowing thoroughly with the melody from your equipment.
You aren’t a perfectionist instrument player, but you adore playing soft, slow melody tune, music. It a way that you express your inner thought and emotion more easily, Neo didn’t quite noticed it yet, however she fallen for the song you played.
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Of course you noticed her appearance and introduce yourself, Neo didn’t care the greetings at first but still have some few short words with you.
The first time you touch her, she did push away, seeming to annoyed by it a bit, yet after a few exchange session of singing and playing, listening to you, she felt an icy soul start to be warm up by the enthusiastic, caring charisma and the much attention you were giving her.
Neo isn’t great with PDA and any romance lovely dovey things, but after the nova shenanigans with Sho and being healed by her team, she’s more open up to you.
Now, that she approved you as a special partner, Neo begin to have more of a human emotion experience as she starts to blushed whenever you having to her hand secretly or having a surprised hug when you two are alone.
Even Abyssmare members are all flabbergasted when she introduced you to them as a “manager” deputy, which most of did welcomed you since you were talented with playing musical items, Sophia in her state of shocked and disbelief as she seeing Neo happily “smile” while with you. (She’s still welcome you though, since when seeing you make Neo happy, she’s also happy)
In addition to that, one thing Neo didn’t expect from you is you were a love bombing puppy, who will take the chance to hug or kiss her when having it, if it was before, Neo with a cold action would seeming it as disgusting and grossed out, but now, she would turn to a tomato and give you a soft flicked on the forehead. It was worth it though.
During the spring depression (yes, there is that thing), while a quite few people were affected by it, you were one of the victim. When Neo realized that you stopped giving the hourly Pda, she begins to annoyed and goes find you mid training session leaving everyone dumbfounded by it.
“She changed a lot ever since she met y/n huh?” Weronika comments in a pondered attitude.
“well, y/n is specialized in musical instrument and song composing, Neo-sama may take interested from her melody and talent so I wouldn’t mind if she’s wondering around our place without being the member, right Sophia?”
As Elsie turning to the girl, who were mumbling weird things, she turn and hastily agreed, apologize at the same time.
Back at the hallway, Neo searching for each room as she stumble across you laying flat on the sofa, seeming to be depressed and tired at the same time, she then quickly come forward and asked you with a straight, furious expression.
“what the meaning of this?”
“I’m tired……maybe a bit sleepy but my body couldn’t move”
“I’m not asking about the position you are in? Where is the touchy stuff that you’re giving me everyday?”
A silent filled a room before hand, Neo suspicious at your weird action lately as she grabbed onto your shirt collar and lift up.
No reaction
She shake left and right to check up on your breathing or see if there are any reaction from you
Still nothing.
Neo didn’t know about the spring depression that you are having so she sit down on the sofa right next to you and dragged you closer. The next thing she doesn’t know, is that you sit straight up and pulled her closer, lazily looking at her with your tired eyes and whisper.
“You missed my daily hug right? Is this what you need?”
Before could react, you kissed Neo right on the cheek as fallen asleep in her lap, hugging her. Processing the actions that was happening for 10 minutes, the blonde face turns whole red knowing that the cuddle isn’t going to be a 30 minutes one.
The last thing she did was covering both of you a blanket and giving a death glare to the three figures, who were entering the room in shocked as told
“Wake her up and the next practice session, all of you are doom”
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MCOctober 2024 Masterlist
I had so much fun introducing my MC Elsie Corvin this month! Here's a masterlist of everything I posted during MCOctober. Thank you so much to @girl-named-matty for the prompts!
Day 1: MC Introduction
Day 2: Does your MC enjoy Autumn?
Day 3: Autumn outfits
Day 4: Favorite Autumn activity
Day 5: A day with friends/partner
Day 6: Harmless pranks
Day 7: Random facts
Day 8: Favorite treat
Day 9: Favorite cozy movie/book
Day 10: Pumpkin carving
Day 11: MC Moodboard
Day 12: Autumn scent
Day 13: Autumn food
Day 14: Autumn traditions
Day 15: Reaction to seeing a ghost (first time)
Day 16: Corn maze
Day 17: Cold weather
Day 18: Horror movies
Day 19: Autumn colors
Day 20: Hallows Eve Ball
Day 21: 100-word drabble
Day 22: Autumn/Halloween decorations
Day 23: Scary or Easy-going
Day 24: Hiking
Day 25: Peeves
Day 26: Horror movie character
Day 27: Fears
Day 28: Superstitions
Day 29: Haunted House
Day 30: Costume
Day 31: Halloween
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