#ignored my school art assignments to do this once again

[sparrrrrow-is-going-insane]

Trying to flesh out my mobian stone a bit more, so I finally drew him digitally

Mostly a doodle page really, EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU MOBIAN STONE FOR PULLING ME OUT OF AN ART SLUMP!!

Cuddling with the doctor,, idk my heart demanded it

Was thinking about how shepherds carry sheep/goats around on their shoulders (at least I think that's a thing) so yeah uh que stone chilling out watching Eggman work from a better vantage point

Sometimes happiness is being dragged around by your big evil wife,, or something

[itsnotyouithink]

AFRAID

SUMMARY: During practice, you find out Tara Carpenter is the girl from the new Stab 7 movie.. the real girl. The guilt hits hard — especially when the two of you end up locked in the gym that same night. She’s not just your tutor anymore; she’s a mystery you’re suddenly dying to understand.

PAIRING: tara carpenter x fem!reader

WARNINGS: ghostface mention, daddy issues.

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: are they getting too close too fast? it’s abt to heat up so idkk

part one | part two | part three | part four |

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Mindy had always been careful — just never neat. She could recite obscure film trivia without blinking, but somehow lost her pencils, notebooks, textbooks, novels, art supplies, even an entire school-issued camera kit in the weirdest, most impossible places. Anika once told her, "check yourself twice before leaving a room."

She never listened.

You were mid-drill, ball in hand, sweat still fresh on your skin, when she barreled onto the court waving her phone like it was on fire.

"Okay, just look into the camera and say: 'come to the Blackmore Cinema at 8 p.m. next Friday for the film festival,'" she rushed out, breathless.

You sighed, palmed the ball under your arm, and plastered on a practiced grin.

"Hi everyone," you chirped, way too rehearsed. "Come to the Blackmore Cinema at eight p.m. next Friday for an insane film festival. My team and I are pulling up, so you should too."

"Perfect!" she squealed, just as the unmistakable voice of your coach echoed across the court.

"I love you," Mindy added dramatically. "Come over for dinner tonight!"

You squinted at her.

"Dinner where? I've seen your dorm. It's like three feet wide and smells like broken dreams."

"What? No." She scoffed. "You think I'd voluntarily subject people to that trash bin? Hell no. It's at Tara's. We're doing like, a friend dinner or whatever."

You blinked at her like she'd just asked you to run suicides voluntarily.

"Hard pass. I'm not about to walk into my torturer's home."

"You are so dramatic," she groaned, already turning away. "Maybe join the theatre department instead of the basketball team."

You snorted and shoved her shoulder. Right on cue, Coach's voice sliced through the gym.

"Hey! Four! Baseline. Now!"

Your teammates groaned like you'd personally betrayed them. You grimaced. "Great. Thanks for getting me killed, Mindy."

She only grinned. "Always happy to help."

And with that, she trotted out of the gym — leaving her bag sitting dead center on the bleachers like a forgotten plotline. Practice was already bleeding into the evening, the gym clock ticking toward 5 p.m.

You jogged to the baseline, ignoring the muttered curses from your teammates. Eight laps. That was the punishment.

By lap four, your legs were already aching — and so was your ankle, screaming with each step like it had something to prove. You pushed it down. Again.

Sarah caught up to you by lap five, eyebrows raised and smug.

"So," she panted, "you still failing that easy-ass film class?"

You wiped the sweat from your brow with your jersey.

"First of all, it's not easy. Film is technical. And creative. Which are two things I severely lack. Second..." You winced. "Kinda. But I've got a tutor."

Sarah's laughter cracked across the track.

"You're doing so bad they had to assign you a tutor? Damn, I thought people were just joking when they said you couldn't analyze a movie to save your life. Why'd you even take the class?"

You don't answer right away.

The truth is heavier than your legs feel.

Your mom had pushed you into it — ever since you were a kid. Because your grandfather was some hotshot director back in the 60s or 70s, and your mom practically grew up on soundstages. She chased the acting dream once, but it didn't pan out. She settled for memories and nostalgia. And, apparently, forcing her daughter to take intro film classes at college.

"They said it would be easy," you muttered.

Sarah just laughed again, breezing past it. "Okay but who's the lucky tutor? Anyone I know?"

You hesitated. The pain in your ankle spiked — sharp and sudden — as your foot struck the floor wrong. But you didn't let it show. You couldn't. Your dad had made that very clear.

"Uh. Probably not. She's... kind of introverted?" you said. "I don't know. All I do know is that she hates me. Like, full-on loathes my existence."

Sarah raised a brow. "What's her name?"

"Tara Carpenter."

And just like that, Sarah's expression twisted — less surprise, more oh.

Her pace slowed for a step. You noticed.

"Okay... why'd you slow down?" you asked.

"Tara Carpenter is your tutor?" she asked, like she was double-checking the universe.

You blinked. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Oh," she said, breath catching, "you don't know, do you?"

"Know what?" You narrowed your eyes.

"Have you seen the newest Stab movie?"

You blinked again. "I don't watch movies."

Sarah gave you a look like you were an alien. "Well, they're based on Tara and her sister. She's from Woodsboro. You know... that Woodsboro. Her and her sister got attacked — brutally. One of her close friends went full Ghostface. It was all over the news."

You stopped mid-stride, almost slipping on the court. "What?"

"Yeah." She unscrewed her water bottle as the whistle blew for your final sprint. "It's insane. And, like, Tara's not introverted. Not even close. She just hates everyone. Drinks a lot. Parties a lot. And honestly? I get it. If the whole internet was calling my sister a psycho, I'd be drunk every weekend too."

She jogged ahead, leaving you behind — frozen. Breathless. Numb.

You'd only ever known her as your tutor and Mindy’s close friend from high school. The girl who rolled her eyes every time you got a director's name wrong. The one who always acted like being around you physically hurt her.

But now?

Now she had a backstory. A tragedy. Headlines attached to her name.

Wait, was Mindy a part of this too?

You'd never watched Stab. But you knew that mask. That voice.

What's your favorite scary movie?

You exhaled, long and shaky.

And for the first time since this whole tutoring thing started, you felt it — the guilt curling in your chest like smoke. Why would you ask her what her favorite movie was? Fuck. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot!

You had no idea.

⸻

The gym was nearly silent now, save for the faint hum of the overhead lights and the soft creak of the old bleachers cooling in the evening air. The echoes of practice—whistles, laughter, the bounce of basketballs—had long since faded into memory.

You sat on the bottom row of the bleachers, ankle stretched out, sock peeled halfway down, your shoe abandoned beside you like it had given up too. The swelling had gotten worse. Angry and pink and tight.

But you weren't looking at it.

You were looking at her.

Not in person. On your phone.

Frozen images of Tara Carpenter lit up your screen, too-bright photos taken without consent, grainy screenshots from security cams and news segments. A clip sat paused where her name was captioned in bold, capital letters beneath her pale, exhausted face.

"Woodsboro Survivor Speaks Out."

"Final Girl: The Carpenter Legacy."

"Stab 7: The Real Story of Tara and Sam Carpenter."

You didn't even realize how deep you were in it until the door creaked open.

Your head snapped up.

She was already inside.

Tara stood a few feet from the entrance, hoodie on, bag strap slung over her shoulder. She paused just long enough to register the scene: empty court, one player still here, and her best friend's gym bag forgotten near the top bleacher.

Her gaze fell to you.

Then to your phone.

Back to you.

She didn't blink.

Your stomach dropped.

"I—" you started, fumbling to lock the screen and shove the phone face-down. "Sorry. I didn't think anyone would—"

"Be here?" she finished, voice flat.

She walked slowly toward Mindy's bag, each footstep somehow too loud in the quiet. She picked it up like it weighed more than it should, then turned around and leaned back against the bleacher railing, arms folded.

"I guess I should be used to it by now," she said. "People looking."

You stood up too quickly—your ankle shouted in protest. You hissed, nearly stumbling before catching yourself. Tara didn't move to help. But her eyes flicked down to your foot and then right back up.

"I wasn't trying to—"

"Sure you were." Her voice wasn't angry. Just exhausted.

You stood still, phone still in your hand. "I didn't mean to make it a thing."

She shrugged. "Too late."

The lights above flickered once. Faint, but noticeable. You glanced at them, then back at her. "Mindy leave her entire life here again?"

"We were supposed to have dinner tonight but she had a dinner date with someone named 'free sushi.' So, basically ditched us for her girlfriend — again."

You smiled, tentative. "Oh, right. Dinner. At your house."

Tara didn't return it.

The silence between you thickened.

"I wasn't reading it to... judge you," you said, softer now. "I didn't know. Not really."

Tara's jaw tightened. "That's the problem, isn't it? Everyone thinks they didn't know. But the moment they do, it's all they can see."

She turned toward the exit. And that's when it happened.

A mechanical click. Subtle. Sharp. Final.

You both froze.

Tara's head turned slowly. Her eyes locked onto the gym door. She took a step forward and tried the handle.

It didn't move.

She pulled again. Harder.

Nothing.

You felt your stomach sink. She loudly gulped in front of you, "Wait—what time is it?"

You checked. "6:10."

Tara stepped back, laughing—but not like she was amused. "Of course. They installed the auto-locks last week."

"I also... forgot to sign out."

She looked at you, something sharp in her gaze. "You didn't sign out?"

Innocently, you raised your hands up like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, "I didn't know I had to. I thought it was just a suggestion! That's a new thing, right?"

"It was in an email."

"I don't read those."

"Clearly."

She didn't say anything. Just stood there.

Still.

Too still.

You moved toward her. "Hey. It's okay. They'll do a sweep—Coach always checks before locking the building down for the night."

"Unless he left early."

You blinked. "He wouldn't."

She didn't answer.

Her breathing was shallow now, eyes fixed on the door like it was a trap. Like something on the other side was about to burst through it. You could see the tension running down her arms, her spine, her fingers flexing around the bag strap like she wanted something to hold onto.

You stepped closer, careful. "Tara."

She didn't look at you.

"I get it," you said. "I know this feels... familiar. And wrong. And like the lights are about to go out."

Still no answer.

"But they're not," you added. "You're here. You're safe. You're not seventeen in a hospital bed anymore."

That made her flinch.

You winced. "Shit. I shouldn't have—"

"No," she said suddenly, voice tight. "You're right. It's just a room. Just a gym. Just a locked door."

She exhaled slowly. Then again.

You shifted your weight and your ankle pulsed, making your whole leg throb. You grimaced, half-sitting on the bleacher beside you.

"Are you okay?" she asked, eyes flicking to your foot again.

"Yeah," you lied. "Just overdid it."

She raised an eyebrow.

You grinned. "Fine. I fucked it up three games ago and have been pretending it's fine ever since."

Tara shook her head. "Idiot."

"I prefer 'dedicated.'"

"Self-destructive."

"Passionate."

"Reckless."

You shrugged. "Semantics."

Finally, a smile. Barely there. But it counted. You shifted your weight, and your ankle screamed beneath you. You managed not to wince. Barely.

"I could use a distraction," she murmured, like it hurt to admit it.

You perked up. "I happen to be an expert at those."

Her brow lifted. "Do you usually flirt your way through disaster scenarios?"

You smirked. "Only with emotionally complex horror girls."

A long pause.

Then, finally: "Fine. Distract me."

You bent down—carefully—and picked up the ball. "Let me teach you to shoot."

Tara laughed, dry. "Absolutely not."

"Too late." You bounced the ball toward her. She caught it—awkwardly, palms stiff like she didn't trust it.

"You're lucky I don't throw this at your face."

"You'd miss," you teased.

She shot you a look. "I hate you."

But her lips twitched.

You limped a little closer and stood behind her, hands gentle as you guided hers on the ball. "Okay. Spread your fingers a bit. Relax your elbows. No death grip."

"Stop whispering like this is a Ghost pottery scene."

You grinned. "I'm a woman of many talents."

She turned her head slightly. You were close enough to see the fine strands of hair falling loose from her clip. Close enough to see her eyes change when she realized how close you were. Your voice dropped. "Try bouncing it. Not slapping—just push."

She did. The ball bounced crooked but came back.

You smiled. "Look at you. Natural."

She rolled her eyes. "Liar."

You stepped in front of her. "Shoot now."

"It's gonna be humiliating."

"I'm ready to be humbled."

She squared up. Breathed in. Took the shot. It bounced once on the rim—then dropped in. Her jaw dropped.

You gasped like she just hit a half-court buzzer-beater. "Holy shit, Carpenter. You're a prodigy."

"No way—did that actually—"

"You. Are. Athletic royalty."

Tara covered her mouth with her hand, laughing into it. It was soft and breathy and real. And for a second, she looked like someone who hadn't grown up dodging knives and headlines.

You stepped toward her, heart still racing. "You want to try again?"

She nodded, breathless. "One more."

You handed her the ball. "This is how it starts, you know."

"What?"

"Every sports romcom. The cool jock and the snarky outsider, locked somewhere after hours..."

Tara laughed. "Is this the part where we slow dance with a boombox?"

"I forgot the boombox," you said. "But I can hum The Notebook score if you want.”

She tilted her head, smiling at you now, but in that different kind of way—warmer, quieter. "You're not what I thought."

You looked at her. "What did you think?"

"That you were just another athlete who couldn't name a single female director."

You mock-gasped. "I'll have you know I cry during Greta Gerwig movies."

"I bet you do."

A beat passed.

Then she stepped closer. Ball in her hands. Looking up at you like maybe—just maybe—this was the first time she felt safe in a long time. Her voice dropped. "Thank you. For this."

You smiled, heart pounding, ankle forgotten. "Anytime."

And then—

BANG.

The gym doors burst open.

"TARA?!" Sam Carpenter's voice cracked like a whip.

Tara jumped back. You both turned as she stormed inside, her eyes wild, scanning for blood or bodies. Coach followed right behind her, winded and visibly pissed. "We've been calling you for twenty minutes—security had to override the damn system—"

"I'm fine," Tara said quickly, wiping her hands on her jeans. "I swear, we just got stuck."

Coach turned to you. "You didn't sign out?"

Your heart jumped into your throat. "I forgot. I thought practice ran longer."

His eyes narrowed. "You better not have been doing drills alone."

"No, sir." You shook your head with a tense close-lipped smile.

Tara didn't look at you.

But she stepped a little in front of you. Subtle. Quiet.

Coach scanned the room. "I want both of you out of here. Now."

Sam still hadn't stopped hovering. "Why weren't you answering?"

"I left my phone in Mindy's room," Tara muttered. "We're fine, Sam. Calm down before you catch a stroke or something.”

Coach sighed, rubbing his face while turning towards you. "You're lucky I was still here."

Tara glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes found yours again. And this time, they were soft. Still a little scared. But soft.

She mouthed it more than she said it: "Thank you."

And then she left. But not before her sister thoroughly — and scarily — glared at you. All you could do in return, was gulp.

——————

You're flat on your back, one arm draped over your forehead, ankle still elevated on a bunch of useless Calculus textbooks and throbbing in sync with your heartbeat. The room's dim, lit only by your phone screen and a distant streetlamp flickering through the blinds.

You're not texting her.

You refuse to text her first.

Probably.

Wait, does she even have your number?

But then—

[9:41 PM – Unknown Number]

still thinking about the shot i made

tell the WNBA to start scouting me immediately

You sit up so fast your pillow slides to the floor. Your heart? Immediate cardiac tap dance.

[9:42 PM — You]

who is this?

is this the girl who missed the rim like 8 times in a row before finally scoring?

[9:42 PM — Tara Carpenter]

it was 7

i won't be slandered by someone with a busted ankle and an inflated ego

[9:42 PM — You]

i think you secretly loved it

you looked so proud

i haven't seen a smile like that since we team beat NYU

The bubble pops up immediately. Typing. Pausing. Typing again.

[9:43 PM — Tara]

yeah, well

it felt weird

good weird

like... maybe i'm allowed to be proud of something again

You don't breathe for a second. You read it twice, then three more times for no reason other than you need to be sure she meant that.

You settle back, fingers tight around your phone. She's not just flirting. She's letting you in.

[9:44 PM — You]

you are.

you should feel proud more often

i think it looks good on you

There's a pause after that. Your stomach coils, the silence somehow louder than the pain in your ankle.

[9:45 PM — Tara]

you're too nice

it's unsettling

aren't jocks supposed to be emotionally unavailable?

[9:45 PM — You]

oh i am

but you bring out my soft side

congratulations. you've unlocked a new level

You stare at the screen, waiting. Waiting for her to pull back. Make a joke. Pretend it didn't land.

She doesn't.

[9:46 PM — Tara]

careful

keep that up and i might start thinking you're into me or something

Your pulse stutters.

You grin, sharp and stunned.

[9:46 PM — You]

depends

would that be a bad thing?

No answer.

Just the typing bubble. And your heart, doing acrobatics.

Then finally:

[9:48 PM — Tara]

wow

someone's feeling bold tonight

okay, varsity

try not to let the attention go to your head

You drop your phone. Literally drop it onto your chest like you've been hit.

Varsity.

You blink. You swallow. You scream inside. You reread it like it's poetry, like it's prophecy, like it's not the thing that's going to live rent-free in your head for the next decade. A nickname feels different coming from her.

[9:51 PM — You]

"varsity" is wild

not denying it tho

kinda sounds hot when you say it

[9:51 PM — Tara]

i'm immediately regretting it

consider it revoked

[9:51 PM — You]

too late

putting it on my jersey next season

[9:52 PM — Tara]

please don't

i'll transfer schools

[9:52 PM — You]

that sounds like a long-winded way of saying you'd miss me

[9:52 PM — Tara]

shut up

how's your ankle?

You glance down at it. Purple. Angry. Still pretending you're fine. You've been ignoring your dad's insistent calls to you for the night, you're trying to choose peace tonight.

[9:53 PM — You]

loud

dramatic

demanding attention

basically me in bone form

[9:53 PM — Tara]

perfect

you can bond

i'll bring ice and coffee tomorrow

unless that's weird now

Your heart softens. You sit there for a second, staring at the message like it might vanish.

[9:53 PM — You]

not weird

kinda the best thing i've heard all night

[9:54 PM — Tara]

good

see you tomorrow, varsity

You bite your lip so hard it leaves a mark.

[9:54 PM — You]

sweet dreams, final girl

[9:54 PM — Tara]

oh, and next time don’t skip dinner at my apartment

Oh, fuck.

[apompkwrites]

the school-bound kingscholar || leona kingscholar

masterlist characters: Mwezi Miji Trio (OCs), Leona, Ruggie (platonic) genre: Angst contains: (Brief) Swearing, Possible OOC moments (depending on how you view Leona and Ruggie [mainly Leona]) summary: Following the admittance of Night Raven College's newest freshmen, both Kingscholars begin to come to terms with the newest changes in their lives. notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING AGAIN OTZ. Unfortunately, my lapses of writer's block and demotivation have only increased since I last posted. I'm trying to get back into the hang of posting things (as evident by my art account suddenly coming alive again). ALSO! As you can tell by the formatting, I'm actually writing with proper grammar on Tumblr now! Right now, I don't plan to go back to reformat the older chapters, but maybe once I find the drive to do it, I will! Thank you, everyone, for being so patient with me, I really appreciate it <3 parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]

Leona felt something knock the air out of his lungs. To Ruggie, who stood right beside him in a robe that was a few inches too long, it was hilarious. Seeing the very prince (well, second prince) of the Afterglow Savanna lose his composure was enough to make Ruggie let out a quiet "Shyeheehee" under his breath before he ultimately straightened his posture under Leona's pointed glare.

Nothing could have prepared Leona to see (Name) again. Honestly, he had long since come to terms with the fact that his little sibling was missing, lost to the Outlands and likely a rotting corpse in the middle of nowhere.

He's lying, he could never come to terms with that, no matter how much he deluded himself.

But they were here. They were here and they were walking closer and they looked exactly the same as he remembered them.

Well, obviously, not exactly. But they looked so familiar and yet so different at the same time. Leona didn't even notice the tip of his tail swishing behind him until he heard one of his dorm members complaining about a tickling sensation against his ankles. And that only caused Leona to grumble under his breath and snatch the base of his tail to stop it from moving.

By the Seven, had they changed. They seemed bolder and more confident compared to the last time he had seen them. The way their shoulders were no longer hunched forward and instead rolled back in a pride strut he wished he could attribute to someone who had come to accept their own status or the way their eyes seemed sharper rather than soft and wide with innocence. And their hands. By the gods, what happened to their hands...? No, they had changed severely, akin to the way Leona recalled seeing the royal guards before and after their training.

Something had happened, that much he could figure out. And as much as he wanted to advance the board, reach out, and capture them like a king in a game of chess, he couldn't. Not when they were surrounded by a queen and two rooks.

"Ignore him," Nuru advised, although his words were more of a formality if anything. He knew how well you could handle yourself, but this was a unique situation.

"I know," you replied curtly, flipping your hood back on and sidling up to Nuru's right side. Jabori immediately flanked your other side in turn, followed by Jabali. It was a familiar formation, one that the four of you had cultivated for as long as you could remember.

"It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would," you whisper. However, the sharp pain lingering in your chest said otherwise.

Student after student soon began trickling out of each coffin, repeating the painstaking process of standing in front of the mirror, listening to its spiel about their innermost workings, before joining whatever dorm they were assigned to. Until finally, finally--

"We're done with orientation and dorm assignments?" One of the hooded figures lamented, his hand perched prim and properly on his hip. If you didn't any better, you'd assume that he was royalty or nobility. But, judging from his scent alone, he wasn't.

"Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever," Leona yawned, covering his mouth with his sleeve as he turned on his heels, facing the mass of hooded figures now under his care. "I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw House, follow me."

He went to take a step amidst the other chattering dorm leaders before the doors slammed open, the handles banging against the wall from the force at which it swung. Leona groaned in response, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Psst, Nuru," Jabali called from his spot beside Jabori, leaning forward to actually see him. "Are you sure this is the right place? We're actually supposed to find answers from..."

Jabali paused and motioned out towards the commotion now terrorizing the mirror chamber. The little gray cat scampered around the floor, setting fire to whatever he could in some strange show of physical prowess and magical ability. "...These people?!"

Nuru said nothing at first. From where you stood beside him, you could tell doubt was beginning to creep up behind him. Lucky for him, Jabori decided to take the lead.

"This is Night Raven College," he points out, pulling back the hood of his robe by a hair to peer over at his twin. "Pretty much everyone here, especially the dorm leaders, are adept at some kind of magic. I mean, look."

This time, Jabori pointed towards the commotion, his finger following the way that the redhead shot a spell in the cat's direction, materializing a red and black collar around its neck.

"It's the best shot we have," he concludes, nodding in support of Nuru. That single gesture instantly calmed Nuru down, his shoulders no longer hunched up and his wings relaxing behind him. You merely smiled and patted his forearm in response. Jabali, on the other hand, grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms in begrudging compliance.

"Fine. But I'm not gonna get along with 'em or nothin'," Jabali huffed, rolling his eyes. Jabori laughed lightly at his brother's annoyance while Nuru let out a single huff of air.

"I wasn't gonna ask you too, either," Nuru hummed, glancing at Jabali from his peripheral. "Same goes for both of you, (Name), Jabori."

"Copy that," you nodded, the quiet chuckle that seemed to bubble from your throat disappearing the second Leona turned to face you and the rest of the new Savanaclaw members.

"You heard the headmage. I'm headin' back," Leona grumbled and, without missing a beat, brushed past the crowd and headed towards the door. Another hooded figure, one who had been standing beside Leona the entire ceremony, let out an exasperated sigh before raising his hand.

"Savanaclaw! Follow me," he ordered, earning a few half-hearted "Yes, sir"s from the rest of the huddled crowd.

You had to admit, it was pretty entertaining watching Jabali and Jabori marvel at the size of the campus halls. And Nuru too, if only he'd have more obvious reactions rather than just a single flick of a wing or a tilt of the head.

While the halls were nothing compared to the Kingscholar home, it was still pretty big. If you were any smaller than you were now, you'd probably react the same way.

"No way they need these doors to be this big," Jabali murmured, lightly elbowing your arm and pointing at one of the classroom doors. Your eyes followed his finger and a snicker managed to escape you. He wasn't wrong, those doors were freakishly huge, both in height and width.

Jabali went to comment on something else before he stopped, his eyes drifting over toward the new mirror chamber everyone had been led to. The doors were held open to accommodate the crowd, letting handfuls of students walk towards a mirror and get sucked into it, the glass rippling as if took wisps of bodies and left nothing in its wake.

"Savanaclaw House! This'll be your only way in and out of the dorm," the same hooded figure that led you all here called out. He had hopped up onto the lip of the mirror's decoration, using one of the rib-like sculptures as an armrest.

"Hurry up and get in! The faster you do, the faster you'll get to claim your rooms," he snickered before skipping ahead of the first dorm member and hopping into the mirror.

The prospect of first come first served seemed to spur on the first years, causing a near stampede of people trying to get into the mirror first. Nuru hooked an arm around your waist while Jabali did the same with Jabori, the two of them finding a single break in the crowd to get away, Nuru through flight, and Jabali through scaling one of the pillars by the wall.

Lucky for the four of you, the mirror seemed to accommodate more and more people as the crowd diminished. Perhaps through how many bodies reached a specific threshold, you thought. Regardless of the magical mechanics, it allowed Nuru and Jabali to let you and Jabori down after a few minutes.

"So many people," you grumbled under your breath, earning a quiet chuckle from Jabori. Nuru and Jabali nodded at your observation before the four of you hopped into the mirror yourselves.

Immediately, the four of you felt the familiar searing heat of the sun beating down on your skin. It almost felt like home if not for the increased heat coming from the fire serving as lights just outside the dorm's entrance.

Jabali and Nuru were the first to shrug off their robes, the former because he finally had enough of the stuffy fabric, and the latter because the heat was already starting to congregate around his feathers. You and Jabori followed suit, although the two of you merely hiked up your sleeves and flipped down your hoods.

Nuru shook out his wings and let out a soft grunt, one of his feathers falling into the sand beneath your feet. Turning to look over his shoulder, he shot the three of you a soft, almost comforting smile.

"Off we go, then," he hums, waving for you all to follow. If it were anyone else, you three probably would've found offense to a command as expectant as that. But it wasn't just anyone else. It was Nuru, the Guardian, and your dear friend.

The inside of Savanclaw was nothing really to marvel at like the rest of the school's campus. It wasn't cramped, per se, but it was quite a bit more tight than to your liking. Luckily, the walkway opened up the building quite a bit with the roped bridges connecting each floor.

Nuru scanned the room for a moment before his eyes landed on a room on the top floor, tucked all the way in the furthest corner. You figured everyone else left it since it was so far and their mentalities were focusing on that first come first served promise your leader from before declared.

Nuru unfurled his wings and shot up past the bridges, making a beeline towards the unoccupied room. He didn't have to go that fast, of course, considering only a few students were lingering in the walkways who sure as hell weren't planning on making the long walk up there.

Jabali seemed to share their sentiment considering his frustrated "Damn it, Nuru" muttered under his breath. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped his lips before he trudged up along the nearest bridge, his hands shoved in his pockets and his robe slung haphazardly over his shoulder.

You and Jabori took a more relaxed walk up behind him, appreciating the familiar decorations that reminded you of your hometown. Of course, that appreciation turned into apprehension at the thought of Mwezi Miji now being unguarded by the main four.

What if something happened? What if they had sent word of an all-out war between themselves and the Dens and you hadn't heard of it since you all were knocked out in coffins? What if they were all already--

"On your right," Nuru called to you from the doorway, his hand shooting out to grab your shoulder. Ah, you had gotten distracted. Nuru shot you a concerned glance, his brows furrowed in the same way they always were when you got stuck in your head before he ushered you into the room.

Jabali and Jabori had already claimed their beds on the left side of the room, Jabali near the door and Jabori near the window. This left the entire right side open for you and Nuru.

The winged beastman glanced over at you, patiently waiting for your next move. You caught his glance and mustered up a small smile before heading towards the bed closest to the door. Nuru subtly lit up at your decision, a little skip in his step as he moved towards the window.

You managed to hold back a snort at his hidden excitement. He always loved the window spot. Maybe it reminded him of when he was small enough to fit through them back home.

"So, what's up with you and that new first year, huh?" Ruggie huffed as he walked straight into Leona's room, leaning down to pick up a discarded shirt and dropping it in the laundry basket. "I've never seen you react that way other than with them."

"Watch your words, Ruggie," Leona growls from the bed, his head already buried in his pillow. His back was facing Ruggie who still stood in the doorway, but with the way his ears were perked up, it was fairly obvious that he wasn't even close to sleeping.

"My bad," Ruggie snicked in response, holding up his hands defensively. "But, seriously, who was that? Someone I need to watch the pockets of? I mean, who else would it be if not roy--"

"Out," Leona demanded, his hand latching onto his pillow and launching it backward at Ruggie, the soft fabric turning into dust and scattering across the floor as he muttered the incantation under his breath. Ruggie yelped and scampered out of the room, throwing the door closed behind him before he could see the pillow disintegrate into sand.

Leona took a single breath through his nose before slowly sitting up. He rubbed at his face before reaching over to the desk placed beside his bed, his fingers curling around the drawer's handle and pulling it open.

Underneath notebooks thrown carelessly inside lay a single photograph. It was small, yet free of any creases. He lifted the books off of it before slipping the photo out, nearly cradling it in his palm.

Back when he first found the photo tucked neatly in one of his notebooks, he grimaced. It was an annoying keepsake, one that only served to remind him of the bothersome family waiting for him back home. But now...

Now the sight of his little sibling smiling ever so brightly while his older brother screamed in the background about a bug in his hair brought the smallest twitch of a smile to his lips.

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rtc school headcannons!!!

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ocean --

- 1000% the teachers pet in every class

- top of her class (and ofc she's in all honors) except any language class, and it makes her rlly mad because she got an 89 overall in Spanish one semester in middle school (yikes..)

- only has a few friends because alot of people think she's annoying, she doesn't mind too much because she thinks being academically better means in the end she will succeed more (she dies anyway) (this is paining me to write)

- loves math, english, science, and choir the most

- some of the teachers don't like her because she can be a bit much

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constance --

- theater kid but strictly a tech kid, would not think about acting

- ocean was the one who convinced her to join choir

- has a really good grade in science and English and like average grades for the other classes

- pretty well known for how nice she is, definitely friends w alot of nice ppl, but sometimes people try to use her for stuff because she tends to be a people pleaser

- teachers like her because she's quiet and non disruptive

- had to go to detention once and almost cried

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mischa --

- skips class like alot

- got suspended once for bringing alcohol to school

- has bad or avg grades in most classes (C's D's, probably an F or two at one point lets be real) except languages, he's good at that for some reason.

- it's hard for him to find a purpose for standard academics, he moreso wants to do the minimum for a well paying full time career to save to move to Ukraine (THIS PAINS ME TO WRITE GOOD LORDDD)

- he's not really popular but not like a loner, has a few friends but doesn't get too close to too many people

- gets his phone confiscated alot for texting talia in class

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noel --

- definitely an art and drama kid, tried band freshman year on clarinet and hated it

- english smart, especially when the assignment in poetry.

- avg grades, but always has an A+ in english

- has a few friends, some people don't like him because he's gay (my school reference?!)

- sketches drawings of Monique in class when he's bored

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ricky--

- gets ignored alot, doesn't really have any friends outside choir

- he's really smart in general but rarely acknowledged due to his disability (ouch)

- sometimes thinks abt zolar in classes when he's bored

- he has high grades (A's, maybe a B once in a while)

- teachers don't really pay too much mind to him, since he can't speak they don't call on him

- he doesn't get bullied because the last time he did like half the choir went after them. didn't happen again though.

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SORRY IM NOT WRITIJG FOR PENNY/JANE 😭💔

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Moving

A/n: This isn’t anything TWST related. Just a scrapped school assignment that was deemed “not professional enough”

Prompt: Write about a difficult time in your life

  Moving is an interesting experience. 

  You get used to living in one place for a few years. Memorizing the routes to all your favorite local spots and the addresses of your closest friends. And then suddenly, you’re packing up boxes-sorting through long-forgotten items. Deciding what to keep and what to throw away forever. All while wondering if your friends will even miss your presence when you’re hundreds of miles apart. One might assume that this is about the time I suddenly moved from New York to Arizona but, this applies to everywhere I’ve been. 

  Whenever I talk about the feelings I get both before and after moving, I’m always scolded for feeling the way I do. Typically met with “You should be grateful, most people live in the same place their entire lives!” By my family and “I wish I traveled as much as you!” From friends that I end up never speaking to again after I move. I’m the type to get easily attached to places and people, some of which I wish I could forget forever and others I wish I could stay in those moments for just a little bit longer. My parents had the same upbringing as me. Constantly moving from place to place, constantly meeting new people, and constantly having to repack boxes as their parents work locations changed before they were fully unpacked from previous events. 

  I remember as a kid I hated having to move yet I still had this curiosity for what would come next. Now in my late teens it’s simply a chore. We would stay in a place for anywhere between 6 months to 3 years and my parents used to find positives but now as the years pass I can tell that even they’re getting tired of it all. I used to always be doing extracurriculars ranging from various activities like ballet and gymnastics to studying languages and anything that had to do with biology. Anything that kept me busy. 

  This trend ended when I entered high school. I was pressured to focus on my schoolwork and studying. I dropped some of my most beloved hobbies like creating art and playing the guitar. Even now it’s bittersweet when I do them. 

  When I entered high school it was as if real life was thrusted onto me at the age of 14 and per tradition we continued to move from state to state all around the country. Which was now even harder than before since I would be sitting in the car as we drove past state lines trying to figure out math. Making friends was also hard because  at this stage in someone’s life they already have their friend groups sorted out. 

  When we moved to Alabama I was at the library at least once a week. To do schoolwork, to read, and to just have solace from home. I wish I could block out a lot of memories from there but, that small public library, was my personal haven during that time. 

  I hated it all. I hated the new weather, I hated the new people who treated us as foreign creatures just because we weren’t born and raised there, I hated the fast food that everyone claimed as world famous yet tasted the same as everywhere else. 

  This past move I, to this day, felt so alienated. Having to jump from hotel to hotel to vacation cabin, it was too much. When we finally got a vacant house it was nothing like what we were expecting so I fell back into old habits of just never being home. Except this time, I had no safe haven. So I began looking for anywhere that I could go. Downtown area has a diner but it’s always busy and loud. There’s a library but the air is silent and strict. Eventually I found myself volunteering at the local equestrian center which made things easier. But, I still never connected with people. 

  Now I did eventually make friends, or those who I call friends, but it’s as if there’s an invisible line that separates me from their other friends. I try to ignore it and push on, content with my solitude. Yet some days I genuinely feel like I belong here and that makes me feel bad for thinking of all the negative things. 

  I can’t say that I’m happy but I also can’t say that I’m completely disheartened that we’ll be here for another 2 years. There are things and people that I dislike. But, there’s also things and a person that I look forward to experience. This whole essay makes me sound selfish and ungrateful but, these thoughts have been nagging and screaming at me for years at this point. 

  They had to be said in some form. 

[sp-growingpains]

Heyy 👋👋 its me again teehee

Im absolutely exhausted from these assignments and reading about Jean lore always cheers me up 🫶 (but no pressure to answer)

1. We've seen a lot about Jean's relationship with Kyle and Stan, but what about Kenny, Butters, and Eric? What are their interactions like?

2. Is she more extroverted or introverted? What are people's first impressions of her?

3. What are her feelings towards school and how well does she do? Does she hate it? Is she a straight A student?

4. What clique is Jean in? I think you've mentioned she has a soft spot for the goth kids, so is she a part of their group? And if not them, then who?

5. Weird one, but if someone were to break into Jean's house (considering how crazy South Park can get sometimes this isnt that farfetched), what's the first thing she's grabbing? If she fight or flight?

When I tell you that you actually made me tear up from asking this alone. The thought that my little blorbo makes you happy fills me with so much joy. I hope you understand that I plan on giving that love back! 🫶

OH IT'S RAMBLIN' TIME

Her Relationship With Others!

Starting with the most difficult going to the easiest to think about

Cartman: Real talk, I've spent hours thinking about her relationship with Eric. And like most people's ocs with him, it's complicated. On a normal day, she's a perfect victim for his schemes. Jean is a himbo down to her core. That means she's very gullible, to the point where it takes her a long time to learn not to keep falling for it.

If the Cartman Schemes are harmless and just fall back on her, it's fine. Most of the time, she'll laugh it off and think it's just Cartman's way of playing.

When it bleeds over to the others, that's when she gets frustrated with him. She truly believes that people are good at their core and that belief extends to him. So it frustrates her when she sees him fall into those ignorant habits or that extreme behavior.

Now, when it comes to his attitude towards Kyle, she takes a bit of a back seat. I have thoughts about her stepping in if it ever got physical or if either one took it too far. Because we've seen that Kyle's attitude towards Cartman is antagonistic at times. That's not to say he's as bad as Cartman (because NO ONE is as bad as Cartman), but Kyle does come off as very "Holier than thou art"! Jean's doesn't know a lot, but she knows when something is a losing battle.

Outside of that, she thinks most of the things he says is just some attempt at crude, edgy, 4chan humor. Because no one could really think those things. Right?

The only time Jean gets legitimately beyond angry with him was that whole thing with Kyle and Nichole. At the end of the day, she wants all of her friends to be happy. Nichole brought Kyle legitimate happiness, and he ruined that.

Butters: Oh sweet Butters. Baby boy Butters. Most of the fandom has reduced Leo to a sweet sunshine boy who could do no wrong.

Personally, as me, I know he's not like that. He's a sweetheart, sure, but he's also a little stinker. He falls into the same stupid habits of being tricked like Jean would. "Fool me once shame on you," kind of thing. Says some pretty dumb shit and does dumb shit just like the rest of them.

However, that mentality the Fandom pushes onto Butters is almost how Jean sees him. It's unfortunate, but Butters could get away with so much because of it. To her, Butters will always be that little brother that she has to protect. When he starts coming around more, she makes a silent vow to keep him safe.

But honestly, because of that view, she probably will never be super close to him. Almost to the point where she doesn't take him very seriously. And I can see that frustrating Butters later on in life. It would take him either blowing up on her or someone pointing it out that Jean treats him kinda like a joke. Of course, she'll feel horrible about it because that's never her intention.

But she goes out of her way to make sure he's included in things like late night diner runs. Out of hand parties. Goofy arcade outings. Birthday parties!

Kenny: The final dude on the main four, but certainly not forgotten. He's another one I've spent a very long time thinking about.

When I think about their relationship, I truly believe Kenny is the only one who really sees how self-destructive Jean is to herself. I've talked about how Stan and Jean understand each other in a way you can only get with someone who's like you, but that in itself isn't healthy. It becomes an echo chamber.

Kenny is the person who really pulls Jean out of her shit. He calls her out when she's on her fourth energy drink. When she's sweating vodka or when she stays up too late. What makes him so perfect for this is that Kenny is so casual about it. He does it in a way that doesn't make her feel bad about being fussed over.

Besides his laid-back attitude, there's an agreement between the two of them. Kenny and Jean look out for each other. I have always preached Kenny McCormick is a man who would give the world everything. He's so very kind, he loves so very much and Jean loves that about him. Loves that so much that she will give him the world back.

When they're old enough to understand, she offers her home to him and his sister. Making sure they have a warm meal and a place away from it all. What's the point of that big old empty house if you've got no one to share it with. Even then, when Jean's trying to give him something, he's taking care of her. Giving her that purpose she so desperately craves.

Jean's incredibly jealous of Kenny, and that drives her to be better. To do more. I guess in a roundabout way, Kenny is a friendly rival that keeps her going.

I also headcanon that Kenny is the one that did her industrial bar! They DIY their piercings together like idiots.

Extroverted and Burnt Out!

My buddies and I have talked a lot about how much of yourself you put in your oc. I try very hard to make all of my ocs their own person, but I don't hide the small amount I put of myself in my ocs. For Jean, I gave her my horrible habit of doing too much!

Jean is an extrovert! She loves going out, meeting new people, and constantly being on the go. It stems from that fear of being alone, being trapped with your thoughts, and needing to be needed so badly. She puts too much of herself out there until she crashes and burns. That typically comes from doing something reckless.

On the outside, Jean puts up a friendly front. She's goofy, loud, warm, and the personification of a golden retriever! The way she dresses and how big of a woman she is might give her a bit of a scary vibe, but she's honestly a big teddy bear. The last thing she wants is to scare people, so she tries to keep a smile on her face!

Smooth-Brain Hours!

Jean absolutely hates school. She hates having to sit still for hours in a desk that's too uncomfortable, listening to some teacher who probably doesn't give a shit about the thing they're teaching about. High-school Jean is a menace. She doesn't go out of her way to disrupt class because she won't even show up if she can help it. Especially if it's science and math. She doesn't get it and it frustrates her.

I've made jokes about her being stupid and a himbo, and jokes aside, she's just not book smart. If it's something that interests her, she's all over it! If we're comparing her to the other students, she's about Clyde's level of intelligence. The only difference is that she tries very hard to listen to the people who are smart.

It's only through the grace of her friends and those who care about her that she even passed to begin with. This kind of leads into her 'blind loyalty'. If Kyle, Tolkien, Nichole, or Wendy tell her something, she believes them almost to the point where she won't question it!

The things that keep her coming back are those people and the after-school activities. Playing basketball and getting to jam out in the music room! Going to watch football games and support her friends! Never a dull day in South Park, and she loves the chaos that comes with it.

The Squad

It's really hard to clock Jean into one clique. My first thoughts are those group of gym bros that will hype you up! Then I remembered all of my friends who are a part of the metal/punk community are like that.

So that's her little community outside of her normal squad. Her jacket has different patches on them that remind her of her friends and her favorite bands. She's got a Dio patch across her right chest pocket, that one is closest to her heart! Her favorite thing to do is to get into the pits and mosh! Loud music drumming in her ears and flowing through her veins. Surrounded by other people who just get it.

Punk is about community and standing up again injustice. Jean's got a problem with authority, especially when it comes to stupid adults. She's grown up surrounded by her friends' horrible parents, teachers who don't give a shit, and stupid hicks. She's gonna be a part of a group that's a little...defiant?

I can see the goths, at least tolerating her. Mostly because their insults slide off her smooth brain. That and she enjoys listening to their poetry when she skips class for a smoke break!

Them's Fighting Words

I talk a lot about how Jean is this big teddy bear. This gentle giant with a heart of dumb. But the reason she's like this is because she tries very hard to be like this. In actuality, under all of that sunshine, she loves a good fight. The rush, the adrenaline behind it all, down to the pretty purple bruises that come with it. It all feels so very deserved.

And that's not right. It's not normal to think like that.

So if a fight presents itself. Someone breaks into her house, hearing about how some stupid woman lives alone in this fancy house, and that makes for easy pickings; she's gonna take it eagerly. Any excuse to let go of that pent-up rage she keeps bottled up.

The fun answer as to what she's grabbing would be her guitar, but she'd rather bleed out on the floor than break her darling instrument. So she grabs her bass instead. Besides, everyone knows the bass swings harder. Makes a nicer sound when it comes into contact with someone's head too.

If she wins the fight and she knows the fight is done, she'll take responsibility for the damage she's caused. If something is broken, she goes out of her way to make sure the person can get to the hospital. For as much as she loves fighting, and the pain feels deserved for her, she's a bleeding heart. In the back of her head, whoever broke into her house had to do it out of desperation. Had to have a reason for why they needed to do this. Maybe she can help them. Put them on the right path! Sometimes, that path starts with a few fists being thrown!

Hey, thanks for being patient with me, and I hope this was a fun read! I truly appreciate and adore this community and the friends I've made through it! I want to continue to get better with my art and word smithing so I can make the content you all deserve! You really made me think about some things I wouldn't have considered! Your brain is beautiful and I love it!

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Persona 3 But Better Social Links

After playing through both P3P (femc) and P3R, I have some OPINIONS on socials links, and what I think each game got right and wrong. So here are my thoughts, and tarot card assignments:

The Fool - SEES

Holding infinite potential, but ignorant of the perils that lay ahead...SEES is truly the perfect choice for the Fool. No notes.

2. The Magician - Junepei Iori

The Magician card represents outstanding willpower, and a person who has all the potential they need to succeed, even if they don't realize it. And that's Junpei in a nutshell. Plus, Junpei as the magician means we don't have to deal with Kenji and all his weird teacher romance nonsense, which is a win in my book.

3. The High Priestess - Fuuka Yamagishi

The High Priestess card represents passivity, reflection, and intuition, which is perfect for our quiet navigator. Another perfect choice.

4. The Empress - Mitsuru Kirijo

The Empress represents a strong feminine power, and is associated with love, security, romance, art, and business. So, Mitsuru in a nutshell. Another great choice.

5. The Emperor - Shuji Ikutsuki

The Emperor represents a male father figure, as well as authority, power, and leadership. As the overseer of SEES and most present parental figure in the game, Ikutski deserves this role. Plus, developing a relationship with Ikutski outside of his occasional background appearances will make his role in the final act of the story all the more impactful.

Sorry to all Odagiri lovers out there, I think Ikutski just works better.

6. The Hierophant - Bunkichi and Mitsuko

The Hierophant represents education, marriage, guidance, and tradition. As our functional grandparents, whom have strong ties to Gekkoukan High School (a place of LEARNING), Bunkichi and Mitsuko check all the boxes for the Hierophant. Plus this whole social link is so wholesome, I could never replace them.

7. The Lovers - Yukari Takeba

The Lovers represents relationships, choices, falling in love, communication, and honesty. As someone who always speaks her mind, follows her heart, and is a popular romance choice for male mc, Yukari is another great default choice. Plus, her color scheme is pink and red, she is all about that lovergirl energy.

8. The Chariot - Kazushi Miyamoto

The Chariot represents overcoming conflicts, ambition, and drive, all perfectly encapsulated by Miyamoto's aspirations. As much as I love Rio, the other tarot cards give us our fill of stories about leadership and the desire for acceptance, so I think Miyamoto is the more interesting option here.

9. Justice - Ken Amada

Justice represents balance, fairness, and responsibility. In the most literal sense, Ken's story is about seeking justice for the loss of his mother, and as such he's a wonderful choice for justice. The only flaw with his social link is that it includes the option to flirt with him (ew) but as long as you take that out, it's a great narrative. As much as I love Chihiro, Ken just makes the most sense here.

10. The Hermit - Saori Hasegawa

The Hermit represents loneliness, meditation, and withdrawal from society. Saori's emotional distance from her other classmates, and struggles with bullying, perfectly represents both a self-induced and socially-induced isolation that is paramount to the hermit card. Plus, Saori's story gives use to the library, which is otherwise fairly underutilized in Persona 3's stories.

Though I do enjoy Maya's story and find her a pretty fascinating Hermit, I think Saori's just works a tad bit better. Plus, we once again avoid a teacher-student relationship by cutting Maya out, which is another win in my book.

11. Fortune - Ryoji Mochizuki

Fortune represents change, destiny, and luck, which is perfect for one of the final characters we meet in the narrative, and whose destiny is deeply intertwined with our own. In a perfect world, I would like about half of this social link to fill up when we meet with him as Pharos, and the other half to fill during hangouts in his fully realized form.

While I will miss Keisuke, I think Ryoji is just an overall better and more interesting fit for the arcana.

12. Strength - Koromaru

Strength represents confidence, courage, and vitality, and there's no one more full of life (and cuteness) than Koromaru. Plus, the willpower it takes to go on fighting after losing the closest person in your life, and also summon/fully control a persona, is nothing to scoff at.

It truly pains me to cut out Yuko here, but what can I say, Koromaru is best boy.

13. The Hanged Man - Maiko Oohashi

The Hanged Man represents lack of control, letting go, or the inability to change. As a child, Maiko holds no control over her parents' looming divorce, and seeks to fight against it by running away. However, it's only a matter of time before she is forced to accept it and adapt, which is the very essence of the hanged man. A perfect choice for the tarot.

14. Death - Strega

Death represents endings, morality, and letting go of earthly attachments, which is basically the recruitment statement of Strega. Each encounter with the group in story missions could fill their social link, where even if we don't necessarily feel "closer" to them, we feel as though we better understand their principles. Plus if SEES gets an arcana, I think Strega should too.

Though I'd feel bad about cutting Pharos out of his Death arcana, I'd rather he just get fortune along with Ryoji instead (see #11).

15. Temperance - Bebe (Andre Laurent Jean Geraux)

Temperance represents alchemy, harmony, balance, and moderation, all the sort of things I would hope to learn in a home economics class. Bebe's presence gives purpose to the home economics area of the school, and likewise gives an interesting peak into Japan's perspective on foreigners. A well-rounded character and a fascinating person, Bebe is a great pick for Temperance.

16. The Devil - President Tanaka

The Devil represents materialism, temptation, fear, and enslavement; basically all the principles seedy businessmen subscribe to. A perfect representation of the dark and superficial sides of capitalism, Tanaka was a perfect choice for the devil.

17. The Tower - Tartarus

The Tower represents catastrophe, destruction, and change, all things Tartarus's very presence quite literally brings upon the world. Each ascended block in Tartarus could unlock a new level of the social link, as we learn more about the nature of the dungeon and its influence. Plus, Tartarus is quite literally a tower, it just makes sense.

Though this cuts out Mutatsu, I honestly don't find him to be a particularly important character, despite how entertaining he is.

18. The Star - Akihiko Sanada

The Star represents good health, hope, and inspiration, perfect for the sporty and ever-aspirational boxer. Other star symbolism works great for Akihiko as well: he is famous throughout the school for his talent (star = famous person), and he is the first to rally his strength after loss to unlock his ultimate persona (star = guiding light).

Though Hayase has some great star symbolism as well, we already have a track club member on our tarot roster with Miyamoto. Plus, I really like the idea of every member of SEES getting a social link.

19. The Moon - Shinjiro Aragaki

The Moon represents deception, fear, and unhappiness. While he isn't necessarily hiding it, Shinjiro's storyline contains a number of surprising reveals, including his connection to Ken and his ultimate fate. There is additional symbolism with Shinjiro and Akihiko representing the moon and star(s), both flourishing in darkness but taking different paths.

Plus the alternate option for the moon is Nozomi, who I actively hate. So Shinjiro absolutely gets this social link.

20. The Sun - Akinari Kamiki

The sun represents enlightenment, vitality, and happiness, which is a bit ironic for a character whose health is rapidly failing. However Kamiki's wise and gentle nature, and his hope that persists despite his fate, is a great representation of the sun.

21. Judgement - Chihiro Fushimi

Judgement represents awakening, decision-making, and transition, which is exactly what Chihiro's story is all about. She transitions from a shy introvert who has trouble talking to men to a confident student council treasurer. She likewise enacts "judgement" on the professor who irresponsibly handles the school funds, matching the literal definition of the card.

Judgement was previously leveled as you ascended the final floors of Tartarus, but with the dungeon assigned to the Tower card, that leaves this open for Chihiro. Which honestly, I think works way better.

22. The World - Aigis

The world represents achievement, fulfillment, and when reversed, delayed success. Though the protagonist is the catalyst for most of the events of Persona 3, Aigis is the one who sees through the defeat of the shadows. Though she fails in her original encounter with death, through her support of the protagonist she is eventually successful (delayed success). Likewise, after the passing of the protagonist, Aigis is the one who takes up the reigns in The Answer, holding multiple personas and leading the charge against Erebus. Though hard fought, she also achieves her goals of respect and personhood in her eventual life as a normal schoolgirl.

The world doesn't really appear in Persona 3, but Aigis deserves it. Plus it puts a nice conclusion to my list, so there.

That's all I've got gamers. Let me know what you think :)

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

I am once again upset at the forced interest in creativity

I think that having so many thoughts and ideas and ways you want to talk about things going on in the world

and having it fall on uncaring ears is a little painful every time is happens.

It’s not a secret that I’m still in school right? Right. Last year I was in a social studies fair competition and got to state, didn’t win. Tried again this year, didn’t get past the school level. (I got some big ass bones to pick about it, dw.)

I have so many topics for ideas I want to write. And I want to talk about it to teachers who assign these things. But a part of me wants my idea to be written perfectly and in the way I see it. If you’re doing this for a grade, don’t write it. Write because you have a passion for it. And a lot of the time, I feel like I’m the only person who cares about the things I do.

like US imperialism and foreign affairs and how it has lead to the decrease in quality of life for those in countries we’ve colonized, past and present. (See Puerto Rico and hurricane maria)

I don’t want to write it for a news company that’s kissing ass to the government, I don’t want a random ass kid to write my thoughts either. I cant stomach the thought of what it seems to be selling my idea is like.

I don’t want to write it for a competition where I’m judged on my ability to answer questions, and not the passion I have, and the fluttering in my chest I get when I’m given the opportunity to be heard and seen and felt.

I also have some issues with STEAM (science, technology, engineering, arts, and math)

anyone in school can tell you that out of STEAM, only STEM is cared about. And the “S” is thrown out so quickly if you’re not the scientist someone wants you to be.

when I initially wanted to go into journalism (before realizing it was some bullshit, and I wasn’t gonna spend my major on interviewing celebrities) I was having to claw and dig for colleges and opportunities. When we had college and career fairs, none of them offered writing or journalism or English majors. What the actual fuck man. What happened to the “A” in Stem?

why is there such a disinterest in arts careers. Do we really need that many more engineers. And the nurses in high school now, are they aware that they’re going to be undervalued and overworked??

is my brain not as “valuable” because I succeed in creative careers. Are my thoughts not as valued? Do I matter any less?

I so badly want people to wake up and realize what’s happening in front of them but so many people are so ignorant and uncaring. It makes my blood boil.

and this leads to me wanting to create my own professional blog/something somewhere where my thoughts are valued where I can speak on what I want to and actually be HEARD. And talked to and have detailed conversations. Anyway.

I’m gonna go back to writing my erotica.

[bloodydhmer]

𝚃𝚠: 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 🫡

E̶n̶j̶o̶y̶ y̶o̶u̶ l̶i̶l̶ e̶m̶o̶ s̶l̶t̶ 🥰

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚊𝚒 𝚡 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢

It was on Valentines day, which basically felt like the Average Day for The Average Joe theirself, Tai. The quiet art kid who most kids were either intimidated by, Or Just liked to make Fun of Tai. Tai was used to it at this point though. Anyways Tai was sitting through another boring lecture by their English teacher while drawing and searching through the saltiest thing in their lunchbox To Tai's avail, before they had to get to their assignment the bell had rung. Tai shoved their things in their backpack, As they were on their way They saw a couple making out infront of eachother. Which made Tai cringe and just....keep walking.

"So much for it being fucking Valentines on a school day! Sometimes I'm reminded of how great full I am to be aromatic.."

Tai thought to theirself, Then had second thoughts...instead of making their way to their second period, They fled off campus, Tai didn't even know where the fuck they were going- what they were even running away from....They just decided to dissappear into the forest for...abit, in hopes nobody finds them

As Tai was walking along the faded trail all she felt she could do is just walk for miles untill she could barly see the school building it wasnt about how alone Tai was Tai didnt cae about that she'd rather get chopped by by a axe then date anyone here as she was walking sje stumbled upon a huge tree that had fallen on its side Tai climbed up onto the tree and she just sat on it admiring the woods this was her only safe place she had 10 extra minutes pass and Tai realized it was time for her to leave since school was out she didnt want her mom to question her so she jumpped off the tree stump and walked off as she was walking out of nowhere *CLING...CRACK* A thrown hatchet hit a redwood tree infront of Tai "Motherfuck..." Tai mumbled she looked back and *POW* The hatchet man hit her unconsious with a a big rock everything went into a void.

Tai slowly opened her eyes.... she couldn't speak...

She's in a place she does not recognize? she was still a little drowsy from being unconsious so it was hard for her to make any noises at all but she did think to herself "W-where the h-hell am I..!?" Tai wasn't so sure what she can dk about this she just noticed she could not move her arms and legs they were tied together hella tight so she couldn't escape she tried to find any way to get out of these skin itching ropes but nothing could budge Tai's eyes widen and she feoze as she heard the old woodened floor *Crreeck,,,creeeeek,,,creeeek* Someone was coming....Tai was scared for her life at this moment

She asked once again. . "Why did you kidnap me- Toby-" Toby just glared at her and his expression went soft "Because. . I need you" Tai's face turned into a shocked expression "What-? W-what do you mean-" Toby started to get iritated "Look-! I-I don't h-have time to a-a-answer your questions! So s-shut it!" Tai got quiet she was too scared to speak because she didnt want her head chopped off although she would want to die in the hands of Toby she thought about her best friend Ri and ignored the morbid thought. Toby sighed and placed his hands over his face showing a sense of stress "Uhhhh! You d-don't get it d-do you?" Toby snapped and pinned his arms against Tais toed up body "You need to be by my side...N-not here w-with these a-asswholes-!" Tai didnt react because she wasnt afraid thos was what she wanted she spoke softly "T..Toby...I want to be by your side" The enraged hatchetmen's expression softened .... "h-hm-?" He seemed confused to their consent to this "Yes, toby just release me and we can run far away...I hate this place... just get me away!" Tai's tone increased the room fell silent and they stared at eacother...Toby Untied Tai and extended his arm "Then let's go. ." And so they vanished Tai was nothing more than a missing person's report.

[macbethz]

I’m not really a fan of the video essay where I believe a lot of this info is coming from (I also may be completely off and this same idea formed independently in which case i apologize) because of this emphasis it places on everything everywhere all at once which, while a really great movie, is a very effective crystallization of a lot of ideas that have been explored by many postmodern films over the past 40 years. It’s a blockbuster so it brings to the public consciousness a lot of stuff usually reserved for art films, but that doesn’t mean it’s the first to do so. I also think the video doesn’t really understand what postmodernism is but that’s another thing.

Im a huge nerd and love postmodernism so this is long my b LOL

When we talk abt modes of discourse like postmodernism it’s important to note that it has a bunch of different definitions that’s trying to centralize a lot of schools of thought happening around the same time. Lots of different scholars also have different definitions of what "postmodernism" is. For example, I spoke to Henry Jenkins last year who is widely known as a postmodern scholar but told me he HATES the label. What you're identifying as the "objective" of postmodernism I guess most aligns with Jameson's descriptions of postmodernism as this "new depthlessness" and waning of emotion. But even in that he isn't really describing like...individual postmodern works. He's talking about culture in the postmodern era in relation to things like blockbusters and advertising.

 In other words, these labels are, often, in my experience, descriptive rather than prescriptive. When you’re saying this has a lot in common with postmodernism but differs in its “objective,” you’re assigning an objective to the aggregate of a lot of different cultural ideas. (It ESPECIALLY feels weird with postmodern theory which often rejects outright goals).

I think it’s more useful to look the media trends right now and really think is this something NEW? Is this something NOT present in media of the postmodern period. And the answer is…no? There is plenty of postmodern film that is sincere, that fits this kind of mold I see people assigning to metamodernism. Everything everywhere all at once's thesis, from what I can remember, is that yes there is this absence of meaning and endless realities, but there is still joy and love to be found within it, and that is just as real. That isn't incompatible with postmodernism and follows a lot of tenets of absurdism which is closely tied to it. Films like Being John Malkovich, Beetlejuice, or Scott Pilgrim operate in similar emotional nodes and are all clearly identified as postmodern cinema.

I will also say that I think it’s disingenuous to decry all postmodern art (which I here use to describe art intended to be postmodern even though technically stuff like marvel movies are also unintentionally postmodern etc etc) as destructive or nonsustainable, because postmodern art is an extension of late capitalist culture, which is itself destructive and nonsustainable. I also think people often use metamodernism as shorthand for “deep but made me feel happy instead of sad” or “postmodern but not jaded" which feels like both a misinterpretation of postmodernism and a way to kind of ignore the larger societal factors that make up postmodernism. This ties into another reason I tend to dislike metamodernism, which is that it often is used to describe large blockbusters that use postmodern modes like 4th wall breaking etc to make you feel good but don't necessarily engage with the late capitalist critique of a lot of intentionally postmodern art. Which is not necessarily bad! Not every film has to do that! But postmodernism is often an ugly philosophy because late capitalism is ugly. Turning away from that will not make it go away, nor will partitioning out parts of its philosophy to make an easier pill to swallow make for a more sustainable media landscape.

Though again its really hard to aggregate large concepts like this, especially postmodernism which is inherently defined by its lack of coherent meaning LOL

little self indulgent mixed media comic about love and communication styles. oh yeah theoretical frameworks also i guess

i think postmodernism, as a cultural movement, is deeply in love with modernism. Of course, its version of love is pulling modernism apart and building a monument to its image out of its bones, which just kills it faster

To postmodernism, the star wars reference is a declaration of love. To modernism, its an admission of guilt.

[airbendertendou]

you are in love! ♥︎

synopsis : various best friend!characters realizing they like you a lil more than they should [including rk900 nines, wujin, gyeong-su, arisu and chishiya.]

no pronouns used ; gender neutral but reader is wearing lip balm / gloss / stain lmao ; [name] used in place of y/n

song inspo ; you are in love by taylor swift

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

——♥︎——

NINES ♥︎

the department is slow today. the usual hustle and bustle had calmed down immensely, sounds of typing and idle chatter taking over. your mug is sat to the left, empty as you squint at the computer screen in front of you. nines had been assigned the desk in front of yours — a blessing for quick cases, but a curse when he decided to ignore his tasks and simply stare at you.

as he was doing right now. blue eyes watch you as his led light slowly swirls yellow, head tilting as you blantantly ignore him. “want a refill?”

you hum, glancing at your stained mug before finding his gaze. you smile his way, “sure, if you don’t mind. i’m almost done here, though.”

without another word, nines makes his way to the breakroom to refill your mug with a steaming beverage. he hums at the steam, wondering if it was too hot for you to drink. he brings the cup to his mouth without thinking, the scalding liquid hitting his lips.

as he pulls it away — he’ll let it cool off a little longer, he decides — his lips feel sticky. a tingling sensation takes over, cooling and poking his lips at once. they taste sweet — minty — and it makes nines think.

is that how you tasted?

it had to be the lip gloss he’d always seen you applying. nines takes the mug back to you, loitering beside your desk as you look up at him. you grin again, ”thanks for the drink! you really didn’t ha—”

his lips are pressed against yours within the next second. pressing closer — harder — nines lets out a sigh as he finally releases you from his hold. he licks his lips, smacking them a bit as your gloss sticks to them.

“tingles.” is all he says before sitting across from you and continuing to stare. you blink, startled at his sudden and intense movements.

this changes things, you think. you’re unable to get back to work ; unable to meet nines’ eyes now that you’ve felt his skin against your own. you take a sip of your drink — this changes a lot of things.

WUJIN ♥︎

daesu had invited to you meet up with the group ; a new store had opened and everyone needed a break from their studies. namra met up with you so you could both walk to meet your friends, arms linked together as you talked about how difficult your last test was and how drained you were.

onjo squealed when she caught sight of you both, her and isak running to collide with you. you dispersed in a pile of giggles only to be pulled into a hug by daesu, who loudly and joyfully greeted you.

gyeongsu nudges you with a laugh as you pass through an art supply store, teasing you about the abundance of pens you always brings to class. this argument always happened but you always replied with the same thing — “need a different color for each subject!”

this, of course, applied to highlighters as well.

“hey,” a shy shoulder budges against yours. the clothing store you’re looking at now isn’t that interesting to you and the distraction is welcomed. wujin’s half-smile greets you, “glad you could make it.”

you let out a sigh, “needed a break from school so badly. how was your test? did you do okay?”

wujin shrugged. his mind was on other things ; eyes sticking to the new lip tint you’d put on. it was a darker color than usual, a cranberry and wine color that he couldn’t look away from. clearing his throat, wujin says, “that’s new. your— lip color.”

you perk up immediately, animatedly talking about the sale you stumbled upon and the new scents of hand lotion you grabbed. and that was interesting — wujin hung off of your every word — but he couldn’t look away from your lips.

your lips and their wine stained smile that he imagines pressing against his neck. would the color stick to his skin? would it mark him as yours ; and you as his?

GYEONGSU ♥︎

letting out another whine, gyeongsu flops back onto his carpeted floor. studying was hard ; it was tiring and boring and mentally exhausting. sighing, he goes to sit up and get back to it when the doorbell rings.

lo and behold, his savior. you’re standing in the doorway with a grin and your school bag, takeout bags looped around your wrists. you’re talking to gyeongsu’s mom ; giggling at her words and nodding along to what she says.

you look so comfortable at his house, so natural there that it almost hurts. his mom is in her nursing uniform, scrubs making their weird noise as she moves around. wordlessly, you hand her one of the takeout bags before setting the other one on the living room table. you’d been friends since you were young — had visited his house numerous times before — but, time and time again, gyeongsu thought about how well you fit in with them.

how well you could fit with him.

“hi, ‘su!” you grin his way and his heart aches. the boy melts where he stands, smile ghosting on his face immediately at the sight of you. he walks your way, both arms looping around one of yours with a sigh as he pulls you to sit on the floor beside him. “all good?’

he whines again, “brain hurts.”

“yeah i thought you might have some trouble,” you speak as you pull out your food. sighing, you smile his way timidly, pushing the food his way. “so, i retook the notes in a way i thought you’d understand.”

gyeogsu stares as you begin to dig in. his eyes are heart-shaped — they have to be. he softens entirely as he watches you.

ARISU ♥︎

the walk back from a game was always serene in the most devastating way. the beach wasn’t as safe as he’d originally thought — wasn’t as friendly and kind as the name suggested. but, arisu needed company and needed to understand what was happening and why he was sucked into the borderlands.

one good thing about the beach was you. you’d been ‘teamed up’ with usagi since you popped into the games, your wit and her athleticism saving you both more often than it let you down. one smile at arisu and— oh, he was a goner.

you’d met at the tag game and he’d stuck to you since. you always tried your best to be paired up with him, knowing what the loss of a friend could feel like ; what dark roads it could lead your mind to.

and he appreciated it so much — appreciated the way you took care of him and looked after him in the gentlest and most subtle of ways. with a sigh, arisu gave the two of hearts card to hatter, no closer to the end of the game than they’d been beforehand.

dried blood itched on his face ; stained his hands and coated his skin in a lingering scent he could never get rid of. a hand was latched onto his own, pulling and tugging him gently to a bathroom.

“come back to me,” a voice whispered. arisu always disappeared into his head after a game, screams and surrendering laughter haunting his mind. “come on, ‘su. come back.”

with a foggy blink, you came into view. you held a warm rag to his face, washing the blood off of his skin tenderly with a smile that made him melt. arisu slouched, relaxing forward into your open arms. “[name].”

“hi, ‘su.” you brushed your fingers through his greasy hair. “welcome back. i’m glad you’re alive.”

arisu snuggled further into you, arms winding around your waist as he thought. it was so easy to get lost in you ; too easy to think of you both getting out of the borderlands and settling down together and staying together.

he wish you knew, but he couldn’t be the one to tell you. not yet ; not with blood still dried on his hands.

CHISHIYA ♥︎

slight season two spoilers!

you’d been separated. you’d clung to chishiya since you arrived at the beach and now you were apart. worry and panic induced pacing caught kuina’s sight as you mindlessly picked at your skin. 

she slung a backpack around her shoulders, looking at arisu and usagi as she spoke. “i’m off to find chishiya and ann.” she turns to you again, noticing the way you perked up at his name. “want to join me, [name]?” 

you didn’t have to think before you were grabbing your own supplies and leaving with a hug to arisu and usagi. a promise to come back — to see them alive — and you were on your way. 

then you were alone. 

kuina had let go of you while you ran from the king of spades [again], and you’d found yourself lost. a blimp for the jack of hearts had just exploded a few feet in front of you. 

lost in thought, you watched it tirelessly. and then a familiar voice. “[name]?”

you blink, coming back to reality as he walks up to you. 

“chishiya,” you sigh out before running to meet him. without thinking, you throw your arms around his neck and pull him close. you let out a breath, closing your eyes and savoring his warmth. he was safe — alive. you go to pull away, “sorry. i got a little excited.” 

chishiya grabs your right wrist, pulling it back around his neck as your left one is guided to wrap around his waist. he sinks into you, letting out his own sigh of relief as he relaxes. 

“s’okay. need this — need you.” it’s out of character for the blond to be so loving ; so touch-starved as he clings onto you and makes your hold tighter. it wasn’t nice being alone in the games, not even to someone like chishiya. a feather-light touch hits the tip of your cheekbone. “you tell anyone about this, and i’ll kill you.” 

the threat makes you laugh into his shoulder — even though you know he isn’t joking.

——♥︎—— there will b an anime version of this up soon!

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[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 1

WARNINGS: none

It's the start of your fifth year attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You enter through the magnificent doors to the Great Hall and are greeted by a rush of nostalgia: the smell of the floating candles' melting wax, the beautiful image of the clear night sky instead of a ceiling, and the sound of the other students chatting in excitement. You go to join your fellow Slytherins at their assigned table on the far left side of the room.

You are met with the traditional hugs and "how was your summer's." Just as you find a seat next to your friend, Maddy Dewmond, the crowd of fresh first years enter the room following nervously behind Profesor McGonagall. You chuckle to yourself, remembering how anxious you had been as a first year. The room grows quiet as the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, comes to the stand and begins his annual welcoming speech.

You listen halfheartedly to the headmaster. You've heard this speech four times already, so you busy yourself by fidgetting with the utensils on the table in front of you. Your gaze wanders gradually, and you find yourself meeting the eyes of a Gryffindor at the other side of the room.

Even while he is sitting, you can tell that he is tall, and his hair is a lovely rusty-orange color that reminds you of leaves during the fall. You recognize him as one of the Weasley twins... George maybe? The distance makes it hard to tell exactly.

He flashes a handsome smile and you can't help but return the gesture, though you're also suddenly flustered. You force yourself to go back to playing with the fork, but you discreetly watch through your bangs as he leans to the left to gently nudge his twin's shoulder. Soon, after Fred follows his brother's gaze, both twins are staring at you from across the room.

Now you are twice as much flustered. You can't ignore the pair, so you wave awkwardly in their direction. The twins waggle their fingers goofily in unison back at you in response, causing a grin to spread uncontrollably across your face. Excited butterflies come alive inside your stomach as you fight the urge to giggle outloud.

Your attention is caught by the sudden absence of Dumbledore's voice. Was the speech over already? By the way the students around you are whispering anxiously to each other, you think not. You must have missed something.

A woman with a toad-like face dressed entirely in pink, who you assume is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, gets up from the professors' table to join the headmaster at the stand. She introduces herself as Profesor Umbridge. Not far down the table from you, Draco Malfoy talks in a hushed voice to his cronies.

"...father told me about her," you hear him say. "Do this school lots of good, she will. I'd bet the last of my galleons that she'll be able to have Dumbledore fired by the end of the year. Y'know, with all of his bustle about You-Know-Who." Malfoy spots you watching him. You quickly turn away, but it's too late.

"Good to see you, y/n. How was your summer?" Malfoy asks. You can hear the mockery in his voice, but you refuse to let him get a rise out of you. Everyone between you and him is watching you, waiting for your reply.

"Fine, thanks," you say reluctantly. You, once again, return to the fork.

"Aw, come on," Malfoy pouts. "Won't you ask me how my summer was?"

You set the fork down, straighten your posture, and smile while trying to ignore the many eyes on you. "I won't."

Malfoy and his buddies respond with quieted, but obnoxious "ooooooo's" and vicious snickers.

"I think she likes me," Malfoy chortles as you turn away and let your hair curtain your face to hide the heat rising in your cheeks.

Maddy rolls her eyes. "Don't pay any attention to them, y/n," she whispers. "They tease you only because they can't have you." You nod, though you find her statement hard to believe.

You glance up for a brief moment and notice Fred and George are huddled close. George whispers, pointing directly at you. Then Fred speaks and nods towards Malfoy. The frustration Malfoy had caused you changes to curiosity as Fred pulls out his wand. Underneath the table, he points it at Malfoy and a mutters something.

"Ah!" Malfoy hisses as he jerks forward, tipping over a glass of pumpkin juice. It is as if someone had pushed him from behind. He turns around, furiously searching for his offender.

You look back to the twins who, at first glance, appear to be innocent. Fred's wand is no where to be seen and both him and George are looking at Dumbledore. (Professor Umbridge has since returned to her seat.) George even fakes a yawn. You struggle to hold in a laugh, and it almost breaks free when Malfoy ends up blaming Crab and cuffs him on the back of the head, gesturing angrily to the pumpkin juice spill in his lap.

"What's so funny?" Maddy asks.

"I'll tell you later," you chuckle. You make eye contact with Fred, who winks at you. You grin and mouth, "Thanks."

"Anytime," he mouths back.

[corpsekiller]

𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 — 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. mammon x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. fluff, language, implied best friends to lovers, protective!reader, this is honestly pure asmodeus slander and i stand by that

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲. you’re tired of mammon’s brothers wrongfully accusing him. when asmodeus blames him for something he hasn't done, you decide to put him in his place.

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. i haven't written in so long, but i finally found the time and motivation to finish this piece that i found in my drafts. i'll try to be more active on this blog, though i can't make any promises because my motivation makes a rare appearance these days, but i hope you enjoy this fic. see ya around <3

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 1.981 words

MASTERLIST

“Y/N, wait for me!” Asmodeus shouts after the lesson has ended with the loud ringing of the bells, waving a perfectly manicured hand to catch your attention before Mammon and you can disappear into the crowd of students rushing to enjoy their lunch break in the cafeteria.

As soon as you catch a glimpse of him your shoulders drop in resignation and he watches how you mutter something to his brother, exchange a sharp glare with him and quickly grab the sleeve of his wrinkled school uniform before he can bolt — it’s your intuition speaking when you reach out for him, rightfully so, because after all these months of growing close with him you just know what his next move will be and this time is no different.

The second he realizes who’s the cause of your faltering steps, he curses under his breath and braces for his sprint across the campus, only to stagger back against your unmoving body as your fingers dig into his arm.

“Hey, whatcha think you’re doin’? Let go of me,” he argues, helplessly tugging on your hand in a fruitless attempt to loosen your grip on his jacket. A crease forms between his brows, then his eyes shoot to his brother and in a moment of awful recognition, he understands. “No, ya can’t be serious... You’re really going to waste our lunch break and talk to him?”

“Yeah, and you’re coming with me,” you respond dryly.

Honestly, it's bold of him to assume you’d let him escape, but given by the offended glare he shoots in your general direction, he actually expected his plan to work. Instead, you’re dragging him with you to approach Asmodeus at the door of your shared classroom and all he can do is sigh defeatedly and accept his miserable fate.

At least he doesn’t have to do the talking.

“Thank you, darling,” his younger brother giggles and sweeps his bangs behind his ear, batting his eyelashes at you as if he could charm his way into your pants that easily. It doesn’t go unnoticed by you, though you have mastered the art of ignoring his silly flirtations and instead focus on what he actually wants. If his only goal was to flatter you, he wouldn’t have gone out of his way to catch up with you at school, but as always, he draws out the moment and relishes in the attention the two of you give him.

“You are such a sweetheart, my dear! I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he muses, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrays his true intentions. His lips, sparkling under a thick layer of lipgloss, stretch into a wicked smile, fully aware he’s testing your limits and your patience for him slowly withers away. Not that he cares about any of that.

Once again you’re grateful Lucifer chose Mammon to look after you considering the other options he had and every time you have the misfortune to get tangled in a chat with Asmodeus you become painfully aware of what your life in the devildom could have been like if he was assigned to take care of you.

The thought makes you cringe and you have to bite back a disgusted grimace that follows Asmodeus’ action of grazing his painted fingers over the length of your arm, therefore pulling your attention back to him once more. “May I take a look at your notes? I’m afraid I missed the important parts of the lesson because I was busy—”

“Starin’ at your ugly face in that stupid mirror y’always got in ya pocket? No wonder ya missed most of the class,” Mammon all but seethes behind you. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stares down his brother who merely laughs it off and lifts his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

Another attempt to bewitch you with his demonic charm that fails miserably.

Seriously, you nearly feel second-hand embarrassed at his pathetic efforts to seduce you, but that’s what he’s always done —wrapping everyone around his finger to get what he wants, only to treat them like dirt after he exploited their friendliness and shortly upon your arrival at the devildom you’ve already learned your lesson. You’ll never fall for his tricks again.

"Maybe ya should start payin’ attention, then ya wouldn’t have to run after people beggin’ for their notes like a dog,” Mammon scoffs loudly and points an accusatory finger at the Avatar of Lust. He’s one to talk — skipping most of your classes, causing chaos left and right, and dragging his sorry ass back to you as soon as he needs some urgent tutoring to pass the school year with somewhat decent grades.

Your lips twitch at his dry comment nevertheless, amusement evident in your eyes when you throw him a quick glance over your shoulder that mirrors how much you’d love to leave his brother in the dirt just this once, but you think better of it. If Lucifer hears about your disrespectful stunt, you might get into trouble far worse than merely talking to Asmodeus for a couple of minutes (although that easily counts as one of the worst punishments anyone could ever experience down here, but that’s only your personal opinion).

“Can you hold this for a second?” You finally cave, shoving a few books and your wallet in Mammon’s hands and opening your bag to rummage through your notes. Of course the pages he needs are at the bottom, buried beneath notebooks, your water bottle and your pencil case and you huff in annoyance, internally cursing yourself for giving in and doing him this favor.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Asmodeus remarks tauntingly, his eyes trained on a spot behind your back. You assume he’s staring at Mammon who’s surely taking it as a challenge to prove his superiority, too stubborn to back down until he ultimately wins. It’s stupid and childish, but you couldn’t care less. The only thing on your mind right now is giving the Avatar of Lust your notes and get out of here before he demands different pages or worse, decides to chat you up until your break is over and you’re forced to attend class with an empty stomach.

“You’ll find your money missing when he returns it. If he even returns it, that is.”

You pause.

“What are you talking about?” His words settle in and it suddenly clicks what exactly he’s indicating, the outrageous accusation he’s spewing against his own brother.

Sure, you’ve heard the insults they throw at him. Ugly words like ‘scum’ and ‘coward’ that always cause your stomach to churn in anger at their poor treatment of their brother. You’ve witnessed them shove him around, badmouth and blame him for everything that goes wrong even if he isn’t the one at fault and although you’ve never dared to do more than speak up for him it appears that today, Asmodeus might be the first to make acquaintance with your fists.

“Mammon is just holding my stuff when my hands are full and so far I never found anything missing,” you snarl, revolt clear in your voice. To emphasize your statement, you whip around to look at Mammon, only to find that he isn’t there anymore. The spot where he’s supposed to be standing is left empty, abandoned. You’re too dumbfounded to think of a quick comeback when Asmodeus starts to giggle quietly behind your back, clearly satisfied with your defeat that rendered you speechless in a matter of seconds.

Yeah, it would be a real shame if someone broke his perfectly shaped nose and coincidentally disfigured his entire face for the rest of his miserable life.

“See? I told you so.” He drawls, that annoying, sickeningly smug little smile on his face and it takes every ounce of self-control in you to not strangle him in the middle of the hallway. Instead, you tighten your grasp on your notes, the notes he wanted, listen to the sound of crumpled paper between your shaking fingers, and raise an eyebrow.

If you can’t physically hurt him until he apologizes not only to you, but to Mammon too, you have to deny him the satisfaction of thinking he got under your skin — even if the complete opposite is the case.

Your head reels for a snappy comment that could send Asmodeus into a frenzy, anything really, to wipe that fucking smirk off his lips and buy you some time to get a hold of yourself. It pisses you off, more than it should, that you let him get that far, that he managed to let you doubt Mammon, your best friend who may be an ass, but would never stab you in the back like this.

“Honestly, you’re—"

“Are ya done now? I’m starvin’ and our lunch break is almost over,” Mammon interrupts suddenly. There’s a moment of silence and you swear you can hear your heart jump a little in your chest as he throws an arm over your shoulder and tilts his head to study your face. The arch of his brows holds an unspoken question — 'are you okay?’ is written in the crease between them and you smile fondly at the genuine worry in his eyes.

He’s a good guy.

You fail to notice what he holds in his hands until he flicks his finger against your forehead, huffing out a laugh at the small yelp escaping your mouth as he shoves your favorite drink against your chest, the one you always buy from the vending machine a few hallways further. He took a sip once and nearly spat it back out, you remember, and then he pulled a grimace and complained about your awful taste, but he remembered that it’s your favorite beverage anyway.

And he bought it for you. Despite everything Asmodeus had said about him, he got you your favorite drink because he knows you wouldn’t have enough time to run to the vending machine and get lunch at the cafeteria in time and if you weren’t about to downright murder Asmodeus, you’d probably kiss him.

“You know what, Asmodeus? Go fuck yourself,” you grin. Without hesitation you rip your notes apart, relishing in the way he winces at every piece that drops to the floor before you close your bag and take Mammon's hand to pull him down the hallway. He follows you with no complaint, though you catch him eyeing you suspiciously from the side.

“What was that for?” He finally breaks.

“He was talking shit about you.”

“So ya ripped yer own notes?” Mammon snorts and wedges his hand out of your grasp to sling his arm over your shoulders once again, pulling you into his side as you walk. “’m not sure if that’s badass or jus’ plain stupid.”

“Shut up,” you shove your elbow into his side, just hard enough to make him groan in pain, “You know how much I hate it when your brothers treat you like garbage. I’d do it again if it meant Asmodeus would shut the fuck up for once.”

Mammon blinks, once, twice, taking in your words before a smile spreads across his lips, tender and so sweet that it catches you off guard when you steal a glance at him. For a second, you both stare at each other, and then, hesitant, as if he isn’t quite sure how to show what he truly feels, he leans down and presses a kiss to your temple, avoiding your gaze as if that would somehow hide the blush on his cheeks.

You don’t mention it anyway, but your stupid heart flutters in your chest and you take a hasty sip of your drink to cover your own embarrassment as you stroll into the cafeteria.

[cosmicbrowniefan]

the losers club as teachers

i just graduated yesterday (ah!) and i’m feeling weird and nostalgic so i’m gonna write this for the losers and picture some of my teachers in their places. hopefully someone in your life comes to mind when you read the descriptions, too!

bill: i think bill is an english teacher, but you could make the argument for him being an art teacher for sure. i think everyone likes bill as a teacher most of the time, he just unfortunately is a fan of homework and that’s the only way he really makes any enemies with his students. bill tries to stick to business and doesn’t get off topic much (unless it’s something else english-related). he also is not really a teacher you’d want to cross, but he’s for sure a teacher you’d want on your side to defend you. he always talks about slacking off in school himself, and he wants his students to do better and value their education more than he did. again, super great guy, his only enemies are because of the work he assigns them.

bev: bev could either be the eccentric art teacher or the eccentric science teacher. i’m not going to definitively pick one, but no matter the subject she’s teaching, she is absolutely the ms. frizzle of the school. bev is great with engaging her students, and i think she’d probably be more prone to wanting to teach middle schoolers rather than high schoolers. she comes up with a ton of fun projects and incentives for her students and loves getting involved in all the school activities she can. bev is 110% the emotional support teacher, and everyone always requests to follow her on instagram, even though they know they can’t until after they graduate.

ben: DEFINITELY the cool history teacher. ben is absolutely the laid back and super approachable and kind teacher that all the kids attach themselves to and can relate to, no matter what kind of social group they come from. he’s not the history teacher stereotype of the guy that doesn’t care and doesn’t teach, he just has cory matthews vibes and knows how to relate his lessons to kids’ lives and help them learn without it being a miserable experience. he will definitely always put his students first and is a friend and mentor to all.

stan: stan is mainly a math teacher but also teaches one or two business/computer classes. kids are definitely intimated of him before they have him, because there’s always rumors going around about how tough he is on students and how much work he assigns and everything. however, once kids actually have stan as a teacher, they LOVE him. he has high expectations for his students, but not necessarily in achievements, just in efforts. if stan seeing that a student is working hard, no matter how much trouble they’re having, they’ll do just fine in his class. he also is a REALLY great teacher one on one, and is there for any student that needs a little extra help. point being, he’s very intelligent, but genuinely wants the best for every kid and is willing to help to get them there.

mike: mike is a gym and health teacher in my opinion, but far from your stereotypical jacked and angry gym teacher that only likes the jocks and ignores everyone else. he is actually definitely more prone to connecting with the outcasts. mike is a HUGE advocate for mental health, and doesn’t put up with anyone’s bullshit. he will call out anyone and everyone when he sees any problems with bullying, and people know not to mess with him. he also has a whole unit in his health classes about mental health, and starts each class with short discussion just to ease everyone in. he does these conversations in his gym classes too. mike is a softie and wants everyone to feel comfortable. as long as a kid doesn’t mess with him or anyone else, they’ll do great.

eddie: he’s totally the drama teacher!! richie could absolutely do this too, but i think eddie just has such a knack for the fine arts that this is where he’d really shine. besides, he and richie are married, so richie helps out anyway. the school eddie works out has a reputation for the best drama program in the area because of how professional and hard-working eddie is. his students genuinely improve every single time they have a rehearsal with him, and it’s all enjoyable for them. he pushes them hard, but his students have no trouble cooperating because they know that, in the end, they’re going to get a fantastic show.

richie: richie is. a kindergarten teacher. i know that sounds like an absolute DISASTER because i’m sure we’re all picturing him riling up the kids, but he’s actually amazing with them. he knows how to have fun and be interactive and awesome with the kids, but he also knows how to get his lessons across. he’s able to draw out the best in every kid and connects with each of them on a personal level. his teaching is so much fun that half the time the kids don’t even realize they’ve learned something. in conclusion, richie is the best fucking kindergarten teacher in existence and every single one of his students comes and visits him again and again.

[nevess]

— How you met him;

[ the overwhelming feeling of having so many creative ideas at once and not having enough time to do them. ]

🌱… description: you met Shinichiro by accident while trying to get to the art room.

🍵 … warnings: language, other than that, nothing.  

🧳 … character/s: Sano Shinichiro.

☕️ … word count: 1.70k ; | date: February, 21th 2022

part 1, part 2, part 3…

a/n: this is the second partttt. It’s not proof read :)) i Tell me what other character you would like to me to write about?? <3

You were late, again. Running through the halls of your school, trying to get to the first period. You stopped and looked up at the ceiling for a second and as you inhale air you curse at the same time. Not only did you carry your school bag, you also brought your art supplies; which had a lot of weight on your shoulders. As if the universe wanted to fuck with you, your first class was on the third floor and soon to begin.

A sigh escaped your lips before you went back on your way. School went like usual and thankfully the teacher didn’t scold you for being a couple minutes late. It was time for the students to go to their extracurricular activities. Yours was art; at the other side of the building.

While trying to get your materials from one floor to another, you didn’t notice a tall figure colliding with your body. Both of you minding your own business, so the impact was a surprise. Apologies came out of your mouths until you spotted who it was.

Black hair slid back, dark eyes like the night looking at you with confusion and shame for what just happened. “My bad. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You said to Shinichiro Sano, the boy who was standing right it front of you.

“It was my fault, don’t worry…” He kept adding apologies until he noticed what you were carrying. “Do you need help with that?” He asked while getting on the same stair, followed by a shy smile.

You nodded with your head in defeat. You were not weak physically, but everything you had done this week had you burned out on a another level. The dark haired boy in front of you send your way a polite smile before taking the bag you carried with your art supplies as both of you headed to the art room.

Your small talk was kinda rusty, since you don’t have time to socialize much with all the exams and preparations you have to go through in your last year of school. You had the same friends since 8th grade and this last few weeks you had been living under a rock filled with projects and assignments. Shinichiro-kun was the one who asked the questions even if the redness in his cheeks was quite palpable.

It surprised you how charming his personality was. You found him kinda intimidating since he had his reputation of gang leader, but he showed you a side of him that was totally different, leaving you curious to all the rumores that went around about him.

Once in the classroom he said his goodbyes and a comment he made, left you with a smile that you didn’t notice. ‘Hope to do this again, see you around’. Days went by and you saw him on the halls but didn’t cross words.

This felling that he left in you was something that you tried to minimize and ignore, since it was just one encounter. It didn’t have any meaning, right? You didn’t even know the guy!

There was no reason for you to be overthinking or daydreaming about romantic stuff with a guy like him… Not that you mind, but there were important things you had to do before redirecting your energy into romance.

The school year ended and you only crossed paths once, with an interchange of smiles being shared. For a couple weeks you focused on your own things while still being aware of him and his gang. You were getting ready for your daily sketch, while putting away your art supplies and deciding with ones to take.

Close to the cafe you frequent there was a bike, an image invaded your head: Shinichiro Sano. The guy you haven’t thought about in probably months came to mind in a flash. A soft smile was drawn on your face, as you remembered the gesture he did the last time you interacted with each-other.

You entered the shop and order the usual. After paying you sat close to the window so you could sketch the bike with a calm environment surrounding you. The smell of fresh coffee being served, the machines working to make that delightful and tasty fluid.

People interacting with eachother while their voices echoed in your ears. You loved it here.

Halfway your sketch you saw the owner of the bike get ready to hop on it. You couldn’t believe it, it was almost cliche and you had to take a second to recognize him; it made you laugh. You left your things and took your shot, taking the first step with took a lot of courage since it was hard for you.

You used many excuses to run from good things, the fear of messing up important relationships often let you paralyzed to the option of meeting new people. What if you get attached to them an then they leave? What if they never really appreciate you and end up hurting you even more? You had your own reasons as to why not dating while studying… Fear being one of them, yet, you felt currents through your body, pulling you towards the desire to want to share the silliest and most romantic things with someone.

You had done your job and made most of your last year goals come true… It was time to consider wether you were ready or not. The impulse that lure you to make this stupid decision, is the one you are grateful the most. Looking back you wish you’d done it sooner, since there was nothing be be afraid of. It was Shinichiro you were talking about, after all.

The man today is looking at you with love in his eyes, totally dumbfounded and enraptured by what he says is your beauty and charm. Who touches you with eager and shyness at the same time, while demonstrating how much he desires you and wants you. Both of you have learned to let go, to be more spontaneous and to maintain good communication. Who with his kisses calms any storm and steals away any doubt.

The black haired man who is standing in one knee, telling you a speech while tears of joy run through both of your cheeks. You can’t help it but say yes to his question ‘… Will you paint the skies with me and marry me?’.

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[zein-satsuki]

Bruno Madrigal x seme male reader

Not my art.

You and him are just like soulmates. Result from all the hard times the two of you have been through and handled together. The history of your meeting is just so funny it made him feel flustered and you bursting out laughter while he hits your chest to shush you when you talk about it again.

Being doubt by your family and friends is the most devastating problem Bruno had to face. He wanted to play with the other kids too, just like his classmates but only to get isolated because of crap like his power of a seer is too creepy.

So he gave up trying and just stay in the corner of the classroom where the other kids would just murmur gossip about him like he can't hear them. He's sick of all of this and if it wasn't for a certain H/C haired boy transferring into his class, he would've ditch school a long time ago.

The first time seeing you totally made his day since he was sulking from the disappointed gaze from his mother in the morning. The way you walked in confidently with the bright glow in your eyes and the large smile on your face just made him envious. He can never smile like that with all this pressure on his family and the angry look his mom gave him. He truly love his family, he love his sisters, he love his mom and he love this town and the villagers and all but he just can't handle another day like this.

He was just about to cover himself back with his cloak as you were introducing yourself, but when the teacher assigned for you to sit next to him, he panicked and almost fall off his chair trying to introduce himself as you ask him for information. It's just so funny it brought a chuckle from you. That's when you decided to stop teasing him and reach out your hand to help him up. “It’s alright, take a breath in and out. I'm not rushing.”

That's how you two first met. Then, the two of you eventually bonded over little things like difficulties in homework and helping around the class. You even helped him with his emotional problems when his mother look down on him. You would comfort him and pull him into a friendly embrace while combing his hair a little. He absolutely love these moments where he can feel your warmth up close.

Both of your families get to know each other the more the two of you bond. You started having little slumber parties at his house and you would show him your pillow fort too. But mostly your room though since his room is full of sand. You guys hung around his room to play and talk mostly you seeing how his amazing magic work. His room bending to his will as the sand morphed into various shape and sizes. He never seize to amaze you.

Even though you've seen it so many times, he always managed to surprise you. You love how he look so confident and beautiful handsome doing all of it. You help him out choosing out a few of the vision which aren't that bad but could warn some of the people that could be endangered if it wasn't foretold. Still some people are stubborn, thought it was Bruno’s fault they're in trouble. But this time with you, Bruno was able to ignore them. Unlike them, some of the villagers were actually greatful for the warning. And that made Bruno so happy that he literally pounced onto you. You catch him of course, didn't want to get scold again for dirtying both of your clothes. This time when you caress his hair softly he just lean closer to you with happy thoughts replacing his once cloud filled mind.

The thing that really broke him was how he saw the vision of his little niece Mirabel standing in front of a cracked Casa and when he turn it to another angle it seemed to become brighter as the Casa was fixed.

And everything went wrong when Bruno decided on a little joke on Pepa's wedding without considering the fear of their family against his power. Pepa got furious with him for ruining her wedding. He grew distant from his family after his mother scold him yet again about him being selfish and always thinking about himself. He was extremely upset that day, he love his family really much and having someone that close to him telling him he's selfish didn't help at all. You had to comfort him the whole week after the fight he had with his madre.

The poor boy was just whimpering and crying in your arms as you kept him close whispering sweetnothings in his ear. The two of you spent days in your comfy pillow fort as you peppered kisses on his face and tickle him, finally making him laugh while telling him you love him repeatedly.

When he finally fell asleep, you carried him to your shared room tugging him in. That's when you noticed all his belongings he brought to your house with him. You just smiled and shook your head a little. Leaving a kiss on his forehead then leaving to take care of the rest of his belongings. You finished with his mittens and pack his things into your closet. Then, you played with his hair feeling him snuggling up to you as he snuggle his head deep in your embrace.

The first time ever seeing something like this, he got excited wanting to tell everyone about it when he remembered his mother and just gave up completely. He broke the green vision into pieces dropping it on the ground. He packed his things and just went up to your house. You live alone now since you're already old enough and it'd be easier to have some alone time with your lover.

You were just sewing up some nice mittens for your beloved when a sudden furry decide to burrow himself into you. You chuckled a little and put down your sewing items to take a look at him. You cuddled and whispered sweet nothings in his ear as you shuffled his hair gently trying to get him to sleep. Seeing the dark bags under his eyes just make your heart ache and prompt you to pamper him more after.

Chuckling at his cute actions, you decided to close the lights and hug him closer. Questions for tomorrow, you think as you fall into slumber. He told you everything the next day and you were impressed with his new vision too. You didn't pressure him, wanting your dearest to feel the utmost comfort from his amazing boyfriend.

After 10 whole years, it's Antonio's fifth birthday. Bruno finally gave up after you nag him for so long. He came to his little nephew's birthday party and when Mirabel scream about the cracks around the Casita, he panicked and almost fall if it wasn't for you standing beside him and holding him up. And when his mother announced that the Casita is fine and Mirabel is just blabbering nonsense you can feel him calming down and the both of you went back home later. You prepared hot chocolate for him and kiss him over and over rewarding him for being so brave.

And when Mirabel somehow found her way to your house, it just made Bruno anxious again. Of course with you and his niece calming his nerves, he decided to do another vision. Both of you sighed when Mirabel showed her anger towards Isabella. But somehow you know they are gonna do just fine as you gave her a warm hug while going back to Bruno.

Both of you were shook to hear the loud crash outside. Rushing out to see the Casita in crumbs just proved Bruno's vision to be correct yet again. But this time Bruno decided to take things in his own hands and told you to stay here while he took Yale, the horse you both took in since it was little, and speed off.

He actually managed to settle his problems on his own. His family welcomed him back hugging him tightly and some wiping little tears off. You decided to stand on the sidelines this time just to let their family have their dear son/uncle/brother back in their arms when suddenly Bruno came up to you and pull you towards them. You could never resist your ball of sunshine so you just walk in pace with him. His mother personally thanked you for letting Bruno stay in your house and you just smile kindly. His mother seemed to change a lot but you just love it.

You helped out with the rebuild of Casita and Bruno with Mirabel and Antonio. Building his relationship with his niece and nephews he miss a lot while he's ‘gone’. Truth is Bruno always spy on them with you just to make sure they're okay. When he sees Luisa with so much burden he just wants to hug her and tell her he's here for her. But all is fine now that the main problem is solved and all there's left to do is the rebuild of Casita.

When the beautiful building is finished with the help of all the people in town, the family gave Mirabel the chance to open the door and miracle splashed them returning Casita to life. You kiss Bruno on the lips and he reacts quickly swirling your tongues together breaking apart when you two felt out of breath. Looking into each others’ eyes deeply as the both of you mutter the same thing:

“I love you”

I'm planning on doing smut and smexy scenes of you and Bruno in bed for the next one. What do you think?