#anyways. diary entry over lol

[felldowngirl]

Goodnight party people

[icewindandboringhorror]

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[tohruies]

a realisation that home was here. home was now. and it had been all along … 🥺💘

— ☆ 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒

alhaitham x ryu. this is obviously a selfship piece for ryuhaitham and it’s in first person. canon au. comfort. fluff. read here if you want more context on us. 0.7k wc

I sat curled on the couch with a blanket drawn tightly around me, staring at the modest decorations I’d strung up days ago when Alhaitham first left for Akademiya business. The lights, the strings of ribbon—they felt out of place here, like foreign embellishments in a world that had no meaning for them.

Christmas. Once upon a time, it had been everywhere—woven into every light, every note of music, every breath of winter air. It wasn’t as though I’d celebrated Christmas extravagantly but the absence of it here made the ache of displacement settle heavy in my chest. Even if I’d only half-participated in the holiday back then, its laughter and warmth had always been a comforting constant.

Teyvat moved without pause. The winds of Mondstadt whipped across snow-buried plains, Sumeru’s ever-shifting leaves played on the breeze and Liyue’s lanterns flickered against a fading sky. It was timeless and unchanging, as if the universe was indifferent to the celebration I longed for. But like the decorations I’d strung up, Christmas had no place here. And in that knowledge, my homesickness deepened, the distance between my old world and this one stretching farther.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and I startled, my gaze snapped to the figure entering. Alhaitham’s silhouette was outlined against the dim light of Teyvat’s evening and in his hand was a small neatly wrapped package, the paper a rich shade of crimson, tied with thin, silver silk that shimmered softly in the light.

“You’re back,” I mustered, rising slightly from my seat.

“I am,” His gaze swept over me, and a crease formed between his brows. “You look troubled.”

I offered a fragile smile, “Just thinking about… you know.” I trailed off, eyes drifting to the window where whimsy unbeknownst to me twinkled in the inky expanse above.

Without preamble, he extended the gift toward me. “Here.”

I blinked in surprise, looking from his hand to his face. “What’s this for?”

“Isn’t it customary to exchange gifts for… Christmas?”

The word fell from his lips tentatively, as though testing its weight. His eyes searched mine for any sign that he had mispronounced it. Then, a bittersweet ache unfurled in my chest.

“You… remembered?”

He remembered. Even in passing, even if I hadn’t explained it in detail, he had remembered. And more than that, he had acted on it.

“You mentioned it once,” he replied, the faintest hint of awkwardness colouring his tone. “I don’t fully understand the tradition, but it seemed important to you.” He paused, then added softly, “I thought it might remind you of home.”

My fingers brushed the wrapping paper, tracing its edges as a quiet laugh escaped me. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“It matters to you. If it makes this place feel less foreign, then it’s no trouble at all.” He spoke as though his sentiment was the simplest truth in the world.

I bit my lip, his words filling the emptiness in my heart like the flickering flame of a candle in the dark. Slowly, I unwrapped the gift, the paper falling away to reveal a delicate glass ornament, its shape a perfect, crystalline star. It caught the lamplight, scattering prisms across the room like a reflection of something celestial—like fragments of a distant sky.

“It’s not much,” he almost sounded apologetic, “but stars seem to hold significance in your world’s imagery for this holiday.”

I stared down at the gift, my vision blurring as the sting of tears welled unexpectedly. The ornament trembled in my grasp, held close to my chest as the first drops slipped free, unstoppable. “Thank you,” I whispered, so softly it felt like the words might dissolve and me with it.

Watching me closely, a shadow of concern crossed his face, as though uncertain whether he had made me uncomfortable. “You’re crying…” His voice wavered, caught somewhere between a statement and a question.

I wiped at my tears, smiling through them. “They’re happy tears,” I told him. “I really needed this.”

Alhaitham sat beside me with the same calmness that defined his every action. The silence now brimmed with a bubbling warmth, deeply felt like a steadfast anchor.

“If you’d like,” he started, “then we’ll celebrate it. Here, every year. However you wish.”

His offer settled gently. “I would like that,” I said, already untethered.

Alhaitham nodded, brushing his hands against mine, the touch so tender it seemed to carry a promise with a three word phrase hanging in the air. As the glass star shimmered between us, the ache of homesickness began to ebb. In its place bloomed a sense of belonging.

A realisation that home was here. Home was now. And it had been all along.

© 2024 grimmweepers — do not repost, copy, translate, modify my work on any platform

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[hoshigray]

My Professor's Final Spring Praise ༄ K. Nanami

"Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs?"

A/n: Yessirrrrrr!! First work of my very first series!! I'm very nervous about this as this is the first time committing to writing consecutively for a specific theme, but I got faith in myself!! Also, it's Nanami and my birthday!!!ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ So as soon as this is posted, I'm signing off and enjoying my day with my hubby Kento~ (sike I'm not, just gonna hang with friends, lol). But anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this piece, and thank you so very much for 1k followers~~~!!! Not my best work, but it's a decent start for the series! >:D (will proofread l8r tmrw)

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions.

Wc: 3.4k

Dear Diary...it's been a long while since I had to come to you as an outlet for my thoughts. But something happened today that caused my mind to go rampant, and I need to rely on you again...

Today is supposed to be the best day of the year. You just finished taking your last in-person exam, you were able to finish packing up all your stuff, and you're now ready to kiss this campus goodbye until the upcoming fall season.

You could not wait to start your summer plans. Not only will you work in the internship you've been hoping to get into since last semester, but you'll finally have ample time to hang with your best friends ever — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara!

The summer break has been the end goal for the four of you, and now that your finals are finally over, there's no stopping you from enjoying the season to the best you can!

However, as much as you say you're excited, it doesn't correlate to your actual feelings at this point in time. Something happened that altered your entire perception of what the future was supposed to be.

Something so out of the ordinary that you don't know how to properly feel or think about the situation.

Something so out of the ordinary that you turn to a diary to let your thoughts out, alone in your shared dorm room when all the other roommates have left earlier in the week.

Something so completely out of the ordinary that it sends chills down your spine just reminiscing the moment before sitting at this exact desk writing about what transpired earlier.

It all started when I went to my last in-person exam with Yuuji, where everyone else was waiting for the professor...

You and Yuuji had the same Biology class to take care of one of your science credits, and the exam was to take place on the last day of finals week. Although you've been told it's not supposed to be a difficult test — it's a bunch of multiple questions, short answers, and one essay — the exam period starts from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. Three hours of endless testing was enough to put you, Yuuji, and all the other classmates in shambles, embracing guaranteed failures and having no idea how to study.

Luckily, a true saint descended from above to bless you and your peers with a professor who knows what he's doing and is patient enough to lead you to the right path. Your professor, Kento Nanami, was relatively young enough to connect with his fellow students but held a well-mannered and stern cadence that gained the respect and admiration of those around him. He was able to steer you guys into a secure approach to your studying: taking in questions, making study guides for quizzes and midterms, and highlighting significant areas from the textbook throughout the semester that will be shown on today's exam.

So through all the diligent preparation and practical labs you've attended, you feel way more confident with the material than at the start of the semester. Can't say the same for Yuuji, who's more nervous than you (with his three unexcused absences and constantly coming to you for help). But as long as y'all are suffering together, that's all that matters.

The only problem is that the exam is sectioned into three parts — sixty multiple-choice questions that are one point each, ten short answer questions that are also one point each, one mix-and-match portion, and the essay is ten whole points by itself (twenty if you can answer five bonus questions afterward). So, off the bat, everyone understands why three hours are given to complete the exam. But Professor Nanami said, "You all should be fine because it doesn't necessarily have to take you all three hours to complete. So if you finish early, you can get outta here." Say less.

So once you entered the usual classroom with Yuuji, you followed through and sat distant from each other at the same table. The professor came on time as always, instructing the class on where to get the exam on the class website, giving the password to unlock it, and wishing you luck.

The only sounds in the space were people clicking their keyboards, sighs, and groans, and people packing up to leave after submitting their exams before thanking their professor for a great semester. Soon the number of students would thin out, leaving just you and Yuuji still completing your exam.

Yuuji finished at the two-hour mark, releasing an extended sigh of relief before hurriedly stuffing his laptop in his backpack. He goes down to thank and bear hug the professor. And you giggle at the expression of Nanami's dismay because he would've sufficed with a simple handshake like the other students. But that's what makes Yuuji an anomaly to the mass, being exceptionally himself no matter where or who he's with. The salmon-haired boy walks up and wishes you luck, going to his dorm to pack the last of his things and promising to pick you up when you're done.

And then it was just you and him: the professor standing at the podium in front of the classroom, reading a book while you finish the last bonus questions before submitting it on the class site. You sigh heavily, and a massive wave of relief washes over you. You did it. You handled all your exams. You're finally free!

"Finished?" You look for where the voice comes from. The professor looks up from his book at your figure.

You place your laptop in your bag and stand up from your seat. It took you twenty more minutes just to finish compared to Yuuji. "Yup! It wasn't so bad like you said, but I had more trouble with the bonus questions than everything else." You stretch your arms and legs.

Nanami chuckles at your feedback. "I see. I did say the bonus questions would be more lab-based. Good thing those who couldn't make it to some of the labs got to see me so I could help them or assign them with the other students who missed."

"You mean like Yuuji?" You walk up to the podium to be in front of your professor. "Because the poor guy couldn't make it to some of the labs because of club activities."

"Yes, Itadori is one of those students." Nanami smiles at the mention of the salmon-haired other. "He's undoubtedly a hard-working student, asking questions and enjoying the lectures. But that's for when he is in the class."

You chuckle as the subtle shade at your friend. "He does try, though! All the times we've studied together since this exam shows that he wanted to put his whole heart into this class. Not to mention that you're secretly his favorite teacher~." You mention the last part hoping it sparks something in the professor, and you're glad to see that the older man releases a wee chortle at the tiny piece of information.

"Hmm, well, I appreciate his enthusiasm and that he was deeply interested in the class. However," your professor closes his book and walks to the side of the podium, erasing an imaginary barrier between the two of you. "You also play a huge part in his engagement. He's lucky to have a friend like you."

Your brows trench, but a smile creeps past your conscious. "What makes you say that?"

"You've been a particular student in my class. Not only are you an easy grader, but you capture the material so well that Itadori trusts you enough to help him when I'm not available to do so. Anytime you ask me a question, it's always outside the textbook or linked to something you looked into outside the lectures."

The smile on your face grows large, and you look away to shield it from his vision. "Thank you, Professor Nanami."

"I won't be surprised if I check the grades later and see that you got an excellent grade." He removes his glasses and places them on the podium with his book. "I'd also suggest you consider minoring in this field if you'd like. And did you sign up for that scholarship I mentioned to you around two weeks ago?"

"Yes, I filled it out last week."

"Good." He moves a hand to place on your shoulder, and the action takes you aback because it's the first time he's ever touched you. "I expect great things from you, Y/n. I'm sure whatever you want to do in this life, you'll do just fine."

You bashfully nod at his kind words. And you extend your hand up to him to signify a ready handshake. "Thank you, professor. And thank you so much for all your help this semester."

The hand that was on your shoulder grabs hold of your hand. But what happens next was far from what you expected.

Nanami lifts your hand with his and faintly sets his lips on the back of your knuckles.

And this is the provenance of what sets everything in motion.

What he did to your hand didn't just surprise you, but also surprised him. Nanami froze with your hand still in his, not daring to move as you have yet moved an inch.

Why did I do that? It's the biggest question that runs through his mind at this time. One moment he was praising you for being one of his best students, then he busses his lips onto your hand the next. But why?

Nanami knew he was done for. Unable to look into your eyes, he can only tighten his hold on your hand. This was so not part of his routine. Today was supposed to be like any other exam day. He only came here to see his students for one last time before the start of summer break. He only came here to see his final class and have them take the exam before heading home. So why?

Perhaps it was the feelings of spring blinding him like a child. Or maybe his emotions got the better of him. But today was the last day of the semester he'd see his favorite pupil — you. Until now, the professor has done a phenomenal job maintaining an appropriate relationship between teacher and student, keeping a respectable distance while tending to his scholars.

And yet, he still would catch himself sneaking a selfish glance at you following through with his lectures, his heart swooning when you use your lovely voice to ask a question, or going blind when you flash a smile that rivals the sun's beam.

It's never right to have favorites; however, you clearly were the one that caught his attention the most.

Yet, also, this type of relationship is not the best for Nanami or you. You are a student, and he is your teacher. This could damage the reputation of both of you. It's the least favorable outcome between the two of you...

...So why haven't you snatched your hand away from mine yet?

Your hands tighten back with his, and the man finally chooses to look at you.

You're eyes bore into him, looking at him as if he's the only thing meant to have your concentration. Your breathing descends to a slower pace, but the rhythm of your heart beats the more you look at the man before you. "Professor Nanami..." you said his name in a whisper, and God, did it feel so wrong to do such a thing. As if your mouth would be thrown into a pit of flames for even calling to him with an indescribable connotation. Your mind is now fueled with a deep emotion rooted within, rooted with a scary longing.

"Y/n..." It felt even more wrong to have your name hushed in his voice, so hot to the ears that they could melt any second. Even so, a part of you wishes he would repeat it in the same tone again. Expressing the exact feeling of wanting something, wanting you.

Observant brown eyes lock in with your eyes. Faces move forward with hesitance. Eyes close. Noses begin to brush their skins against each other. And pairs of lips seal an unfortunate yet desirable event that cannot be revoked.

It takes a few minutes for you two to melt into each other from the makeout session. It takes a few minutes to block the glass windows with portable whiteboards to block the view from the outside. And it takes a few minutes for you to be a disheveled mess with your back on a table with Nanami between your legs, fingering your throbbing vulva and licking your slick and sensitive clitoris.

"Hoooh...Mmmm, Professor Nanami, your tongue. I-It feels too good—Nnnmph!!"

Nanami flicks his tongue on your sensitive, the cause for you to cry out. "Y/n, I told you. It's just the two of us, so call me by my name."

No, you mustn't. That's taking things too far. But, "K-Kentooo," that name is too tempting to not have seeped through your moans. "Your tongue and fingersss, they're too much!"

His middle and forefinger pull and push inside your gushy walls, prompting more of your sweet cries to fill the blonde man's eardrums. "Is that so? Too much for you? Think you're gonna cum?"

You nod desperately with each question, your cunt clenching around his digits as if you were to snatch them off. But that would be impossible when he's playing with your pussy like a toy. Sweat starts to form on your forehead, your orgasm inching in closer and closer by the second.

And Nanami notices, resulting in him coming to your aid for release. His tongue goes back to lapping around clit, kissing and sucking on the bud while the tempo of his fingers increases.

Your climax hits you hard, having your body twitch and quiver as the inner walls of your slit contract around the digits scraping your velvety texture. You grab tufts of his blond hair, messing up its neat shape. But neither of you cares, too engulfed with each other to worry about the details. Tears form at the end of your eyes as you experience your high, and you try to steady your breathing when your professor withdrawals himself from you.

"Good job, sweet pea. Made a mess on my fingers." He praises you while undoing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his well-defined torso for your eyes to see. But the real prize is when he unzips his pants and pulls down his briefs, his erect cock out in the open for you to marvel at.

But before you could look at it with all its glory, the tip of his dick presses up against your cunt, sliding it up and down to warm you up before entry. The feeling of his shaft grinding on your folds and clit is enough to have chills travel down your spine.

"Alright, love, I'm gonna go slow for you, okay?" His chocolate brown eyes examine your face to give him a response. You nibble on your lip and brace yourself after confirming your cooperation. "If you want me to stop, let me know. So, take some breaths for me."

And with that, the blonde pushes his cock into you with every exhale you take, the twinge of pain making it difficult to focus. Yet you still pull through because you want this so fucking much. There's no turning back now. And when the tip of his cock finally nestles inside your vagina, a choked shriek departs from your lips.

Slowly, Nanami pushes himself into you, every inch of his cock venturing further into your welcoming, throbbing chasm. He brushes up against your sweet spots causing you to jerk up. Nanami coaxes you through it. "It's okay, darling. You're taking me so well."

Tears come streaming down when the base of his cock kisses your folds, your union now solidified. The blonde gives you a moment to get acclimated with his girth inside before he gradually instructs a patient pace of the hips.

"Mmmm, Kento. 'S so good..." You mewl into the air, your face feeling hot and sweaty. The slow rhythm of his ruts is tantalizing, but it feels so good having his length scrape your insides. "Pleaseee, go fasteeer—"

"Want it faster? Nnmmm, damn, I'll go faster, baby." When the moment is right, his thrusts quicken the cadence, provoking more blissful whimpers to fill the silent room.

Your hands find purchase on his back, your legs wrapping around his waist to cage him close to you. And Nanami takes the notion as a signal for him to dial up the speed, thrusting so deep into your pussy with an erratic tempo. Pelvis smacking hard on your slit and tender clit that it has you seeing stars.

"Hmmm, Ahh—Ahhhh! Ohhhh, fucking shit!" The harsh ruts to your lower half keep your ground to the table beneath you, sweat sticking your clothes to your back. The sounds of skin slapping each other are on par with your pornographic noises, having you feel indecent and shameful. But it's too late now.

"Hmmph! Oh, fuck," husky groans exit from Nanami, the man putting his forehead on yours. "You feel so good and tight around me, love. So close to—Ahhhh!! Shit, so close to cumming.."

You swallow the spit that secretes your mouth. "Haaaah, Kentoooo—" your eyes are shut to wholly focus on the commotion beneath you. Your sexes smacking each other, forcing you to clench around him with every thrust of the hips. "I'm about to—Nnnaaahh!! Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna cummm!"

He kisses your forehead. "You want to cum, sweet pea?"

"Yesssss, please, please, pleaseee!!" Begging for your release is all you can do as your mind turns into mush, the familiar sensation crawling back to haunt you.

He hushes your cries with his lips on yours, the final kiss filled with scorching passion while Nanami pistons a few thrusts plunging to your vulva.

Your orgasm washes over you again, and you moan blissfully into the blonde's mouth. Your gushy walls flutter around his member for the last time, coating it with your essence. And Nanami had to be quick not to sink too deep into the feeling, or else he'd spill his release into you. He removed himself from your lips and body, ejaculating his load onto your bare stomach, and you gasped at the contact of his fluids spilling on your exposed skin.

You look up to survey the man before you, and you're met with an image you never thought you'd see. Blonde hair that was once slicked neatly now had messy strands that framed his face beautifully. Sweat covered his sculpted physique, and hooded brown eyes examined your body under him.

Letting the silence calm the both of you down from your aftershocks, Nanami glances at your face and smiles. He brings a hand to cup your cheek, brushing off tears that painted your face.

"Glad to have you this semester. Have a good summer, darling."

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BAM! BAM!! BAM!!!

An abrupt sound has you stop writing on the entry, bringing you back to the present time.

It sounded like it came from the front door, so you stuff your diary into your bag and exit the room to find out who's causing all the ruckus. When you open the door, the first thing that enters your line of vision is pink hair.

Your friend, Yuuji Itadori.

"Yo!" He greets you. "Ready to go? I called up your phone like four times."

"Oh, you did? Sorry, I must've forgotten to put it back on vibrate after the exam." You move out of the way for Yuuji to enter your dorm, closing the door behind him. "My stuff is in my room. I got two suitcases, a duffel bag, and my backpack."

"Alright then, let's hurry and get out of here! Think we can take the freeway since it's late at night, and traffic should be gone by now."

Yuuji grabs your two suitcases and heads outside to put them inside the trunk of his car. You walk around to check and see if anything is missing or misplaced before heading to your room and grabbing the other bags.

Yet before you leave the space entirely, you grab your diary again and write your final thoughts.

...I don't know what possessed me to let what happened happen. But, at the same time, I don't hate it for happening? I don't know...it was probably the feelings of spring taking over me or the relief that I finished all my exams.

But one thing is for sure; if I wasn't the last person to leave that classroom, none of that would've happened. I wouldn't have experienced that new side of Professor Nanami.

And as long as this keeps between me and him, then I'm kinda glad that it happened.

[aetlasx]

prologue

pair: eddie munson x witch!reader

summary: Ah, memories. You journal your first day of high school, but things quickly take a turn just a few weeks later.

tw: menstruation, pad/tampons, bullying, name calling (pls lmk if there’s anything I missed)

a/n: just stick with me lol. he’ll be in the first part. Also, this is an AU!! For spooky season!! thank you so much for reading!!

*the chat font is the diary entry and it goes back to normal at the end*

August 22nd, 1983 It's been a few months since i've written in this thing. I thought it'd be a good time to start now since I finally made it to high school!

You know what that means? Four more years till I leave this shithole!! Better than five. June was actually waiting by the door when I got home, she really wanted to hear every detail of how it went. I told her about my classes, I have Jonathan in two and Nancy in several. I told her how the school and people were so different from anything I was used to. But, it doesn't take her long to find something wrong with the way I think. She started with her usual warnings and advice, all the things I need to avoid, all the mistakes I shouldn't make. I know she's just trying to protect me, but it feels like she can never have trust in her little sister.

On the other hand, at least Teddy asked if I had fun. He's always been the one who knows how to lighten the mood, especially knowing how his wife is. He asked about my teachers and any clubs that looked cool enough to join. He even asked about Jonathan and Nancy.

Jonathan was definitely not as excited as me. He's quite, but he's always been that way.I know that his mom was excited for his first day of high school, she even convinced him to bring his camera. Right now, I'm trying to convince him to join the newspaper but he just shrugs me off. And Nancy, well, although it's been one–girl is practically glow. Within just 8 hours of the school day, she was able to meet a boy. She kept gushing about him and is pretty excited for the rest of the school year here. I'm genuinely happy for her.

Before June could add her two cents, I interrupted her with how I stopped by Aunt Claudia's after school to see how Dustin's day went. He was already sprawled out on the couch, 'exhausted' from fighting with his new math teacher. It had been a bit since I had seen them, I slaved away my summer at my job so stopping by, I felt grateful that they weren't even mad. I'll have to start hanging out with him again.

Anyways, I’m determined to make the most of freshman year with my friends. I’m ready to prove that I’m more than just a product of this stupid town.

Wish me luck!!

September 16th, 1983

I think I lied. I don’t know where to start…but a four year wait is too long. I don’t know where it all went wrong but it started over the weekend.

Sometimes I’d like to think that if my mom was still around, this wouldn’t have happened. Hell, June is like my mom, why did it happen. I’m talking about mother nature’s gift. It seemed as though no on thought to inform me that a girls first period would be this chaotic.

Nance and I had a movie night planned. I hadn’t really talked to her much, only in class, because her new boy toy or whatever—Steve Harrington, was taking up most of her time. I thought this would be a good time to just catch up and gossip, I was wrong. That Friday was horrible. I ended up throwing up, getting the chills, my body ached to no end. But I was still determined to make movie night happen, especially since June and Teddy were gone for the weekend.

As I was dying on the couch, Nancy finally showed up. But to my disappointment, it was only to cancel. Her and Steve were going out on their first date. I don’t know if it was how hot I was feeling or my intestines twisting, but black spots started clouding my vision. I just remember her screaming for Steve and once I knew it, I woke up in the hospital.

What I’m about to write, I’ll say with confidentiality…probably because I’m the only one reading this. Whatever.

A period is probably normal for all females. What’s not normal is having to go to the hospital and having your best friend’s boyfriend make fun of you because the doctor called you a late bloomer. I mean, she apologized but, if I could’ve just died on that bed, I wouldn’t be here.

Even June lectured me when I interrupted her weekend getaway. The whole ride home she kept complaining and saying ‘how could I not know’ and ‘you just gave us another unnecessary bill’. Like, sorry my baby’s natural response has ruined something for you.

Fuck. That’s not even the worst part. When Monday came back around, everyone was looking at me when I walked in. I know how cliche it sounds after what had just happened but knowing how popular Harrington was and who his friends were, he had already told the whole school by now. During gym, Carol and a few other girls threw pads and tampons at me. I got called ‘Bloody Mary’ and ‘Leak Freak’ in the hallways, at lunch, and anytime anyone had the chance. I tried to stay strong, I even hoped Nancy would say something to me during class or at least when she saw me but she just looked at me with sympathetic eyes. It’s just hard to believe that a few weeks ago, everything was fine. We were making fun of our teacher, gossiping with Barb, and even went shopping but I guess things change. Now when I look at her I’m just consumed with rage.

Jonathan has been supportive, though. The evening I got out of the hospital, he had actually brought over some of my favorite snacks and listened to me cry all night. Even when the mocking was bad, he’s stuck by my side. He’s told some kids to fuck off, walks me to class, and I’m grateful, don’t get me wrong but knowing that I have to wake up and go through it again doesn’t really ease my pain.

I feel like my chances of making friends and actually joining some clubs are ruined. When I try talking to some new, they give me dirty looks. When I go to ask about different clubs, they turn me away. I’ve lost hope. Thought this was suppose to be a fresh start but I guess not.

And just to add more salt to the wound, I haven’t been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes and drift to away, I’m met with such an unsettling environment. The atmosphere is thick, groggy, red. It’s coated in fog, but a man I’ve never seen before always walks through it. He says his name is Henry, he starts talking about my worries and pain. It’s always the same—he says he’s ‘there to help me’, he’s there to ‘take away the pain because he knows what it’s like’. I truly don’t know what has caused my subconscious to create things like this but I guess I’m just tired of feeling like shit.

I don’t even know why I bother keeping a journal around. Sometimes I feel like I won’t even be here in the future to reminisce on the shitty days like this. Why would I even? I guess it’s just easier to write these things down than having to say them out loud. I thought I’d be able to make my sister, aunt, cousin, and friends proud, but I’m starting to think I’m just not cut out for this.

Closing the diary, the blonde places it back in the shoebox you hid it in. Pushing it back under your bed, standing from the place he sat. A satisfied smirk on his face.

He’d been following your turmoil closely, knowing that this was just the turning point. Your struggles were feeding into his plans. This entry was straw that broke the camels back—your vulnerabilities, your fears, and your desperations. It was almost too easy.

“Your suffering is almost poetic,” Henry said to himself, walking out of your room, your house, determined to take action now. He planned to finally confront you, to force you to acknowledge the full extent of what your destiny could be with his help—with what he had to offer.

[drabbletron]

Long Update!

|| tl;dr: I hem and haw about my busy life and lack of posting content! ||

So, as I've been saying, life is getting super busy with me right now with work and lack of time at home for anything but decompressing. I will not be able to post like I was! I'm pretty sad about it, but I don't want to over do myself and end up struggling to write (I'm sort of doing it now). These things happen and I fall into cycles like this. It's just what I do.

To remedy the issue of burnout and overexertion I would like to be posting much slower, but with hopefully higher quality content. That means that, should I answer asks in my inbox, they may be smaller/shorter drabbles (which hopefully means I can post them on tumblr instead of Ao3), while saving the big stuff for the weekends. It's funny because "drabbles" are supposed to be only 100 words long. I use that term loosely to mean "short" fics. Think one-shots or mini-shots. It's where the username comes from (drabble + megatron).

Anyway, the point I'm making is that I can either do a bunch of little things and be social or I can focus on big things and be absent. I don't feel I am capable of both. I just have too much going on right now. At the same time, I love interacting with everyone here and I love the engagement. It's how I've been able to make friends! (lookin at a few of yall rn!)

I also have a lot of scraps of writing in my drafts that I'm getting a little sick of looking at, if I'm being honest here. I'm probs just going to empty all of those out and get it over with. Who knows, you guys might like them (as if I haven't been saying that for a week or two now lol)!

I'm unsure why I can't just part with my drafts though lol! I feel like a little hoarder sometimes because I keep deluding myself into thinking "this is going to be some super awesome mega-fic one day" and it's literally just two lines of dialogue of characters dirty talking lolololol!

Really there's so many things I would like to work on, like a dating sim! I have so much of it planned out, but learning ren'py is a slow process due to lack of time and dedication. I have an entire Trello board and a few plot points and even a character list with little outlines and some dates. I want to share it, but I know that once I do share all of it, it can kill my drive to work on it lol. It's a whole "move in silence" thing and whatnot, sorta how I feel about Golden Boy and The Pot and The Kettle.

It's super late as I write this, so I'm kinda tired, but I wanted to get this out there for anyone who wants to read this. It's sorta like a little diary entry for me lol!

If you stuck around this long to read it, thanks a bunches! I'm glad you're here and I'm glad you like what I do. If not, that's okay too! I love this blog and this fandom dearly, I just am very busy right now.

Enjoy!

- D. Tron! 🧡✨

[elysian-fawn]

fawn's diary : entry OO1 ᥫ᭡ 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦 , 𝑛𝑜𝑣. 𝟹 , 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

um new thing i wanna try out ,, here's a small little excerpt from a diary entry i did a while back (˶ > ₃ < ˶) ! heavy spoilers if you haven’t watched / read the aot ending yet !

i just finished rewatching aot and cannot stop thinking about Paths / the Founding Titan ( and just subjects of ymir in general T^T )

Paths is like a “version” of the plane of pure consciousness ( as verified by not only eren, but zeke and armin in where they talk about how they have all the time in the world in Paths, of how time exists non-linearly in the way it feels like centuries have passed while simultaneously feeling like no time has passed at all, where creation happens instantaneously because there is no past or future in Paths, where death/life doesn’t exist either, so on and so forth ) i put version in quotes because isayama’s explanation ( imo ) of Paths sliiiiiiiightly deviates and becomes just a smidgen of convoluted in terms of explanation n whatnot 

and eren’s conversation with armin via the Founding Titan where he basically takes them to all the sights armin wanted to see outside of the wall in mere milliseconds has wormed into my brain for like the past day ( bc i think it's such a stellar visual of how everything exists now , how it doesn't require any effort to experience anything at all like how he easily navigated them from fiery landscapes to the cold expanse of snowy mountain tops in the blink of an eye ) . where he confided in armin about the Founding Titan’s power , of how , again , time doesn’t exist in regards to the past and the future, so he basically made dina's pure titan eviscerate his mother all of those years ago during the breach of the wall in shiganshina . and it’s been like replaying in my mind over and over and over again bc i can’t stop seeing similarities between the Founding Titan to Self LMFAOOOOSDGSKGNF

i also am very taken by the visual representation of the tree-like materialization of The Coordinate that shows how every single subject of ymir comes from the singular point of ymir herself . and again my brain latched onto that imagery bc it's sooooooo similar to how i view Self in relation to manifestingﾉshifting . like regardless of how different things appear to be , every single thing around you ﾉ your dr self ﾉ the multitude of dr's you may have compared to this reality concept etc. etc. it's all stemmed from Self .

anyway, i forgot just how much i loved aot :’)) it was very fun rewatching it from the start to finish this past week !! i cried a bunch ૮꒰ྀི⸝ ⸝  ›  ᆺ ‹⸝ ⸝ ྀིა eren makes me really sad whenever i think abt him too much lol 

[academicazura]

april 30th

OMG YOU GUYS, i made it, i finally turned the physics course in and hey it was still 3 hours before the deadline, lol... i couldn't get started until 1pm cause i was at the eye doctor for the whole morning!

i'm honestly so relieved to get it over with this course. i'm not happy that i couldn't do it to the full extent of my capability. the study log kind of sucked and i skipped one of the 20 exercises. but i gotta be proud of myself for doing everything in a small timeframe and not giving up on it even if it was hard. and i'm happy with a lot of the things i learnt, it's a great feeling. but honestly, i can't wait to sleep in peace tonight.

ON TO OTHER THINGS: in the photos you can see a new journal i bought. i thought i'd separate my freewriting/diary entries from my bullet journal to a different notebook, so i bought this one today! i'm kind of excited to start journaling for real, again. it's been a while.

tomorrow, i'll take the day off, kind of. i'll have to plan the rest of my courses, but that's chill work if anything. then i can spend some time with my hobbies. i really want to get my routines back on track for may and be able to write, watch films, exercise, etc. reguralry.

sorry for the long post! i'm excited to move on to may, even if my may day eve partying was just finishing a school course XD tomorrow we ball

today i

finished the rest of my physics assignments! (5/6)

made a decision: didn't do the last one out of all 20 ex. and i forgive myself cause today was the deadline for the course and by the time i had done the 19th exercise it was 6pm and i still had to write the WHOLE study log...

made stuff up for the study log, honestly couldn't remember what i had studied at all but i made it sound sincere, i'm more of a writer than a physician anyways

next up: relax for the evening and go to bed early!!

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pictures and things

[psaiouma]

Cupid's Writing Diary - 3/5/25

Entry End of Day March 5th, 2025

Last we were here, I wrote a ~700 word nsfw drabble, was a 2.6k for mystery 'supposed to be valentines day' fic, and was whining about my cat, lol.

My updates are: I wrote another nsfw drabble for Rin x Nanase from Blue Lock and that one is good enough I might upload it to AO3, I'm now at 4.2k words AND I know the ending now, and my cat is STILL a brat and making noise. I'm watching her drink her water (after knocking something over in the laundry closet 'cause she LEARNED TO OPEN THE DOOR) and glaring at her. My boy is sleeping in a chair, quiet, peaceful.

Anyway,

I'm a little anxious to post the newest nsfw drabble, since it's a little less vanilla than I normally do... (SORRY TO INTERRUPT, MY CAT JUST STARTED CUDDLING BETWEEN MY FEET ON THE OTTOMAN AND I'M LIKE,,, you will not be abolished of your crimes, but FUCK she's so cute) and I just really don't wanna upset anyone. The premise is (in the vaguest and sfw-est way I can say) that Rin is upset post BM x PxG match [me too -raises toast-] and takes it out on sweet Nanase who is, as established in canon, Rin's property. And Nanase is absolutely thrilled to be so helpful. It's really yummy, imo. Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna post it. If people are upset then they're upset. Can't do anything about that.

AS for the more important thing!!! I'm having such a good time writing mystery valentines fic. I don't know why I'm so secretive about it? I just am determined to do so! [Though I DID cave and sent the WIP to Bee & Rov looool] I'm having a really good time writing this, but I do miss Snautism a lot... I think about them both! I also think a ton about Aftermath, but I'm always thinking about Aftermath.

Sorry, Youtube vid is playing in the background and I am notoriously unable to write while words are happening in the background, and that includes just texting. So I've been trying to write this Tumblr update for SO long. Soooo I'm just gonna wait until roomie goes to bed to finish bwahaha brb.

OKAY SILENCE, delightful. Man, I used to be able to think and write and do whatever no matter what was happening around me but the older (and more depressed) I get, the worse the ADHD gets, ahaha! But it was an easy wait, so hopefully my brain catches up again. [I'm also using these diary entries to just... talk. So I apologize if they're not exactly what you're looking for regarding specifically writing updates.]

Back to mystery fic--Now that I know the ending [I'm writing this entry because I came up with the ending today!] I feel like I can truly go full steam ahead instead of floundering about. Hell yeah. I still think that this is gonna be a bit... weird and not to people's tastes, though. However, reflecting on it, I guess I feel that way about everything I write lately. WELL, too bad, it's for meeeee <3 [And hopefully others enjoy it along the way! That'd be awesome.]

I also did some stuff the past couple of days that I'm really proud of! Hard to do stuff with depression, but I took off a whole bunch of to-do list items! And that's probably why writing was a bit easier today than it usually is.

Well... that's all from me! I love writing and I love Saiou and if you happen to like Nanarin then oh boy :))

I'd say nighty night but I'm gonna be a bad noodle and stay up a bit. One of the things we did today was roommate grocery shopping and as someone who rarely leaves the house........... it was a lot and the wind is OUT of my sails. Whew. Yeesh. So I'm going to really enjoy private time <3 maybe write some more after a snack, maybe just chill out. Who knows! But all I know is that the writing is clearly happening, and I'm very excited for everything I have in store.

OH it's Wednesday, too, so!! Happy WIP Wednesday! Here, have the first paragraph of mystery fic.

One moment, Kokichi Ouma is investigating the Academy in the early morning, crouching by the weird rock that says <i>’horse a’</i> on it, the next, a wormhole opens up above him and a little rabbit thing falls out of the sky and into his hands.

Oh, yeah, I write in HTML... I dunno if people know that these days ahahaha! But I physically type out all of the HTML I want to happen in a fic as I do it :)) My Neopets days coming in clutch [His ass still loves Neopets, like a lot]. Maybe I'll make a post just about that sometime 'cause a lot of people are always like WOAH when they see it.

[rottennorgg]

Just Ranting

I am not self diagnosing myself here, though I've had awful symptoms of misophonia for a while. It wouldn't even matter if I got diagnosed. There's literally no cure. I love my family, I do. It's so panful that I can't spend time with my brother anymore. He's in his late 30's and most definitely autistic. He has his repetitive phrases which never end. Repetitive phrases/noises are one of my biggest "triggers". He also refuses to take acid reflux medicine, which would have zero negative side effects. This wouldn't be a huge deal if I didn't wake up to him throwing his guts up in the middle of the night. His coughs are distinct and make me want to peal my skin off. Throat noises make me want to genuinely die.

He just came in, offering to take me to the mall. I had to decline because my girlfriend in coming over. I've stayed up all night. I'm drugged up on Vyvanse but I'll probably take more since I'm getting too sleepy and hungry. My heads also twitching and I'm tripping over my words. I hate medication. Except Vyvanse. I love Vyvanse.

Anyways, this was just like a diary entry or whatever. I need to shower. I haven't in days. I've just been in bed and in school the past week (besides my manic cleaning one afternoon).

Make sure to drink water! I sure need to lol

[honeycreammilkshake]

Honnnney im having a good time on the sukuita incest yuri brainrot express(wow thats a mouthfull lol) where sukuna is like 15 and her mother married to jin (who manages to end up dying anyways go fucking figure) and as soon as little Yuuji is born she gets oddly attached to baby yuuji.

I like to think fem!sukuna in this is a weeeeee bit more possesive over Yuuji, being more motherly torwards her, and very much does not like disobedience still. Shocker, i know lol.

Fuck it why not add Sukuna getting jealous at her mother for being the one to give birth to Yuuji, decides to take her out of the question and raise Yuuji as her own anyways. And Sukuna always gets what she wants. (Context this is all happenig as Yuuji has only been born for maybe 3 weeks ish like Sukuna out that lacation to work Yuuji LITERALLY needs it)

After that fiasco, Sukuna takes baby Yuuji, and runs off to raise her.

However, she finds out why Yuuji is acting up recently, after finding her diary wide open she knows why. (maybe she was almost late for school?)

And the entry that she first sees? Well that mornings diary talk! Apparently the little brat had been doing it to keep her mother's eyes on her because she's scared of her precious little mommy leaving her for someone else.

For a bit Sukuna is amused, oh little Yuuji just was greedy. That makes more sense. Its silly since she no need for anyone else when she can simply train Yuuji into being her ideal pet, but thats an after thought for another time.

However, It's time to get a new reward system set up for her precious baby. A quick lip of her lips and a small spark of excitement sens shivers down her spine. This is going to be so much fun~♡

OMG I ADORE FEM SUKUITA!!!! bless you for this <3 (i need to get on the sukuita incest yuri brainrot express with you, please.)

i love a good mommy kink especially with these two. i really love the idea of sukuna adopting a more motherly role over yuuji and being both protective and possessive of her. (also yessss please give me brat tamer sukuna having to put a very greedy, bratty teenaged yuuji back in her place <3)

also i'm really in love with the idea of sukuna being jealous enough of yuuji's own mother to steal away her kid just cause she couldn't handle not being yuuji's own biological mother. (does yuuji know about this? how does she feel about being taken away by sukuna? would she ever use that knowledge to blackmail sukuna into being more hands on with her, not knowing that sukuna is very taken with the idea of getting her hands on yuuji already?)

i feel like female yuuji is (even more!) yandere-like towards sukuna so her being jealous and greedy, wanting to keep sukuna all to herself, is only natural. (maybe she even makes sure to never bring her friends around for fear that sukuna will cook for them or treat them motherly like she does for yuuji...)

as for the new reward system sukuna needs to set up for her precious pet... maybe it's time to start giving yuuji a new creamy treat with an addictive taste that yuuji can't quite place. sukuna doesn't bake often, which only makes these treats even more special, but there's something in the flavor that yuuji can't get enough of. and it doesn't help that her precious little mommy is also getting more intimate and indulgent as of late, preparing yuuji bubble baths after a long day of school and brushing her hair before bed. it almost feels like the quiet before the storm, and yuuji can't help but feel excited over what could possibly come next.

(also, i can't stop thinking about sukuna making it a habit to read yuuji's new journal entries every day and laugh over them as she makes those sweet treats for her little pet <3)

hope you've been well, anon! tysm for the lovely ask! hopefully you don't mind what i added on to your amazing ideas >.<

[lividria]

tier list of every kirby game i've played which is basically every kirby game anyone cares about

(future me here, i've changed my mind SSU ranks above forgotten land, can't be bothered to remake the list, just... imagine in your head that SSU is fourth place and FL is fifth)

what's the one joke line everybody says, "I will not be taking criticism"? yeah, anyways unnecessary amount of notes on these under the cut

tried to do the thing some people do with their tier lists where the ones on the left are preferred over the ones on the right, I usually don't bother but this time I did, but looking at it it feels more like some games are moreso equal to me but I can't be bothered to draw some kind of distinction so I dunno whatever

sorting of the final tier:

Unplayed:

Dream Collection

Star Stacker

RTDL (Original)

Tilt N' Tumble (Wanted to, it crashed my emulator)

Epic Yarn (Original)

Avalanche

Fighters Deluxe (Wanted to, couldn't get a functional ROM that worked on my computer, I plan on one day modding my 3DS though)

Drum Dash Deluxe

Team Clash Deluxe

Fighters 2 (Only Switch Kirby I don't own)

Whatever that 3rd Kirby's Adventure is this tier list has

Same with whatever those 2 next to it are

Unfinished:

Dream Course (Only beat 2 levels and realized I didn't like golf)

Pinball Land (Couldn't figure out how the fuck to progress lol)

Air Ride (Only played for a few minutes, I don't really like racing games but may give this game another chance)

Super Clash (A few years ago, can't be bothered to deal with the Candy Crush energy stuff before declaring myself done with the series, may go back to it some day though, also is the first one the same way I don't actually know, if not I'll play it too)

Super Star (Original) (Got super bored and started it for fun recently when I haven't been playing the others lol)

100%ed most of these games, for the ones I didn't:

Did everything in Triple Deluxe and Robobot besides the keychains/stickers respectively

Beat the game, every level, all levels of Dedede Gogogo & Slash & Bead, and got all the level collectibles in Epic Yarn (In normal mode, not Devilish Mode, only did that for one level and never again), assume for all of these I didn't bother with getting the best medals/ranks I only ever did that for Magolor Epilogue where I got all platinums there, and never again in anything else, this one included

Beat the game and got all the diary entries in Rainbow Curse

Beat the main game and got all of the main level medals in Canvas Curse, didn't bother with Rainbow Run or whatever it was called

True ending in 64, didn't bother collecting cards

True ending in DL3, only found out about the hidden minigames after the fact

Pretty sure my NIDL/Adventure saves said 100%, I beat the game, pressed all the buttons and played all the hub world minigames, didn't bother with any of the extra post-game stuff like the EX mode or anything like that, would've played the Meta Knight mode if I knew about it at the time

True ending in DL2, didn't do the bonus chances or find the Girl Blob (The female Gooey)

Beat Squeak Squad and got every treasure, didn't do any of the extra minigames

Only beat Amazing Mirror, navigating the areas pissed me off too much to even get all the collectibles when I usually try to do that

Only got the regular ending of Blowout Blast, did none of the extra levels, figured they would've made me hate the game if I tried to unlock and beat all of them

Beat Battle Royale's story mode, didn't buy all of the things in the store which I think is physically impossible anyways now that the game's servers are down lol

Got to level like 45 or something in Dream Buffet, beat every stage I had unlocked though on the hardest difficulty at least once

Only got the normal ending in Block Ball

Didn't even beat Mass Attack, more on that in a sec but I did beat all of the minigames

the reason both nightmare in dream land and adventure are there and not any of the other older versions of games is because my friend who gave me the idea to do this to myself told me to start with adventure first because it might have stuff different than the remake when my plan was to play the newest version of every game... the remake was exactly the same except different minigames and the bosses were bigger and the graphics obviously

also i technically didn't finish mass attack but i beat world 4 which is close enough, i refuse to fucking get all the rainbow medals just for a boss rush and in fact my save file for it is gone now lol so unless someone specifically sends me an unlock all levels cheat or something i will not

kirby red diamond the hoax game became a whole inside joke with some of my friends and i where we made up a ton of lore for the game lol, like what the plot is, what's in it, why it got cancelled, all that, i'd go into detail because it's super funny but it was actually for a bigger project we're "working on" (haven't touched in months) so idk if we ever finish it i'll go edit this post to have a link or something

[punchspeedchunk]

Time to play 'Am I being competitive or just insane?'

Because this might just look like a neat Mucha inspired sketch base, but it is actually a design I've made to carve in leather and enter in the Easter Show. THIS year.

This is what I did LAST year:

And the result which I spent every single spare minute on for the three weeks leading up to drop-off for the show

It doesn't photograph well (And the yellow dye has darkened over the last year), but I did get a highly commended ribbon for it, and the ones that beat me out were extremely deserving because they were insannnnnnne.

So I do kinda have to go mental if I wanna place higher. My instructor has recommended I try some sculptural push-out with the unicorn, and like... I can TRY but the leather I have is pretty thick and I don't have any filler putty shit, but paper clay might do the job *shrug*.

ANYWAY this isn't even the only piece I'm putting in and I have to have this shit done by the 25th of March soooo RIP my arthritic ass my hands are gonna be fucking cooked, but hopefully I'll get a placement that wins me actual money and not just clout lol.

This is my other piece btw and my ass does NOT remember how to double-cord-over lace, I have undone the start bit so many times TuT;;;

(It's a planner cover, the insert has an A5 ring binder with diary pages, it came as a plain cover kit and the cover designs were all free-handed by me).

I decided to do another carving/tooling piece for this year on a fucking WHIM by the way, I do not know why, and I am already looking at these lines I have made for myself and am wondering what the fuck my damage is. Too late to back out as well, entries are set and closed and I have paid my $15 fee.

:')

[allmightskitten]

Some Extra Fic Notes No One Asked For

Or:

I have nowhere else to brain dump my thoughts about fics that I'm writing so I'm gonna do it on tumblr! feel free to ignore this 💕

It occured to me that I never explained why my reincarnation au is called corazon's flower shop "diary"! I wanted to mention it in my author's notes at some point but it totally escaped me...anyway, in the fic, Rosi was originally supposed to start a florist log sort of thing, just a little diary where he wrote down information he needed to know to do his new job. So, how to grow different kinds of flowers, take care of them, answers to questions customers may ask, etc. But then these pages gradually started to include personal details of his life, starting with things that were still kind of relevant to its original purpose (list of Law's favourite flowers, his interactions with customers, etc.) until they had no relevance to his job at all.

And! Doflamingo started to visit every so often and buy him a different flower or bouquet from his own shop, and he'd log these as well, along with his thoughts on Doffy and missing scenes that are skimmed over in the main story. These started with his suspicions and observances and eventually turned into ramblings that had more to do with his feelings and even some heavily indulgent daydreaming 🫣

Aaa, this would've been a lot of fun and I kind of regret never going through with it, but it simply felt like too much of an addition to a story that was already shaping up to have quite lengthy chapters. I ended up not changing the fic's title even after deciding not to go through with it because I got attached to the name lol

That being said, maybe at some point in the future I'll write a single chapter spin-off with these diary entries if people are interested in the idea!

[calekinnieplus]

This looks like a fun idea, so here goes! :

What do you think of this guy🙃?

Oh wow! Good character you chose there ahahaha! Roselle Gustav aka Huang Tao!

First impression

Honestly, I was floating in confusion at the start a bit, considering it was my first Chinese webnovel, so I had a period of readjustment to the writing style (or the translation ig?), so I didn't immediately connect the dots that Roselle was a transmigrator or that he's... kinda "dead" lol

Buuuut, once the dots connected, I did find him quite amusing! Bro's self-confidence gave me second-hand embarrassment, but not That bad. But also, Klein was bashing on him so hard, it was kinda hilarious.

I don't fully remember what impression I had of him, since I was reading pretty slow in the beginning and some ideas were lost, but overall, fun guy lmao

Impression now

Hilarious guy, a meme, a legend.

Yet...

Quite unfortunate that his end was just endless suffering (which will hopefully not be endless haha...). Bro made small mistakes in the beginning when he didn't know Anything, when he was transported to a world he didn't know anything about, forced to adapt and live a new life. I don't know, I find him tragic, just like Klein.

At least he had some good times along the road (especially with a demoness heh). The funny stories were nice to read.

Favorite moment

Basic, but his first talk with Klein. I mean, him meeting a fellow transmigrater and quickly having faith in him was sweet. I really wish to see more of them :>

If we're talking about the diary entries, I'd probably choose when... uhhh the corruption thing. Roselle going to the moon. And when he gazed into the Abyss. I remember how the diary entry abruptly cut off after dumping a lot of info and both Klein and I were Flabbergasted. What did it MEAN-!!

(I have a feeling I'm mixing up the moments, but the feelings remain. The confusion, the anticipation and the wonder from some diary entries were Amazing)

OH, and the last diary entry of course. It was so chill-inducing! It was one of those moments that answered a lot of questions while also bringing even MORE questions. It was just- the atmosphere full of fear and uncertainty, putting into question what that fellow transmigrator went through, wowie~

Idea for a story

Well, let me shuffle in the corner of my brain...

I've always been a fan of Time Travel AUs. So the idea of Klein (at a higher sequence but not Saint Level, maybe? Idk, a lot of possibilities here) travelling to Roselle’s time period and the two of them becoming best buddies (Roselle’s words, not Klein's. Klein's facepalming in the background at Roselle’s shenanigans).

Maybe! It could be a young god Mr Fool using his domain over Space and Time and having a misplaced adventure during Roselle’s time.

(We're pretending the Outer Gods and CW isn't as dauting of a problem as they are in canon, aye?)

Anyway, doesn't matter which version of Klein or during what time he's visiting, it's mandatory that he facepalms at least once :))

Unpopular opinion

Well, I don't know the popular opinions, so I'll guess I'll just go with an opinion.

I mean, he totally could've treated his wife better. I can understand feeling a disconnect with this world and humanity in general, but at least don't bring shame to her name by being a known womanizer, mm? At least divorce or smth, man. You overthrew the government, you could definitely do that.

Unless he actually did divorce her and we just don't know. But otherwise, yeah. Kinda dick move there, Emperor.

Favorite relationship

(Platonic, right?)

Again, basic but. Roselle and Bernadette.

The fact that Bernadette spent so much time searching for a father she was on dubious terms with and how much faith she had that he persevered against all odds.

The fact that Roselle’s one and only tie with this new world was his daughter, his beloved child that he loved with all his might. A child he shared a piece of his old world with. A child he remodeled this entire world's structure for. Absolutely heart-warming.

Favorite headcannon

Hmm let's see...

Huang Tao, as a young individual who surfs the internet, would know a lot of memes or jokes. After becoming Roselle Gustav, those memes aren't easily forgotten.

I mean, is it canon, actually? Maybe he made several Chinese meme references and I missed them lmao. That would be funny

Bonus: imagine Huang Tao and Zhou Mingrui bumped into each other one day, unaware that the next time they'll meet each other, it will be after more than 10 000 years, give or take. ...what's the timeline here?