#ill add the read more line later <3

[satoruin]

➣ matchmaking or meddling?

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

word count: 1.6K

summary: you find out just how much your students have been meddling in your love life, though you can’t really be mad.

notes from lee: i’m afraid to make this look like an award acceptance speech so ill be brief. had to make a fic for the namesake of the blog and a very late hbd to boo (@2018-01-20). kinda wish i had more interactions with the kids, but i ended up w/ a lot of gojo pov also unedited

Looking back it should have been obvious what these kids of yours were up to. Yes, they were the reason you were in this god-forsaken closet with a blindfolded fool.

You’re only really aware of their meddling now as you hear their snickers from the hallway, so you can’t quite tell when their meddling started. But it makes sense that they were plotting something, but was it in collaboration with Satoru? Because it seemed like every mishap or coincidence between your two classes, Satoru took it in stride and turned it into his advantage. Just like he was taking advantage of the situation now…

Thinking back, your first clue should have been with the sticky notes. A note scrawled on a pink sticky note, in actually legible handwriting, addressed to you like a valentine. Reading, “from: Satoru ;D to: (y/n) <3; do you look this good every day or do i just not remove my blindfold enough????” It’s on top of a stack of papers handed over by the ever-stoic Fushiguro. Surely to get your guard down, and it did.

When you interrogate your fellow teacher about it later, he keeps his normal all-knowing grin plastered on his face. Now they, being the kids who orchestrated it, don’t need to do any work as every day after that there’s a new sticky note somewhere for you to see. They vary in color, most in some shade of pink, some with bad pick-up lines, others with a stick figure drawing, or the very rare ones hidden away with words that make you spit out your drink.

Or maybe another tip off should have been the ‘coincidental’ times you’d have the second years out on the training field and he just so happened to also plan a demonstration for the first years at the same time. But then again you don’t hear their snickering above your irritation at the white-haired man as he lets you jab a finger into his chest, with his annoying smirk.

But they notice you don’t care anymore that he peeks his head over your shoulder to look at your teaching outline just so he can do the ‘coincidental’ planning now.

And still the biggest hint that you fall for every time, is when they leave you at the cafe with just Satoru after begging for a weekend meetup. And again, when they ask to have team dinners, study sessions, or extra training, it's ridiculous. Your gullibility and trust in them is commendable, but it’s become laughable as you still trust in the kids to show up. And they do, just in disguise from across wherever you are as they watch Satoru come to your rescue every time.

Maybe the more ridiculous part is when the rare glimpse of their teacher’s eyes is pointed, peeking through their poorly crafted disguises, at them from across the room with a smirk.

He’s noticed for a while now that the kids are playing matchmaker, and their skills are much better than those his clan hires. And to be honest, he doesn’t mind, if anything he finds it cute that they think he needs the help. Though admittedly they do have some good ideas. Each one never fails to fluster you, in your own cute and angry way, as he takes over their schemes. His six-eyes catch the flurry of texts sent every time he does so, which he’s sure just encourages them further.

Satoru’s not quite sure when his feelings for you developed. He’s always found you attractive, especially when you were his cute kouhai (he still likes to call you that in order to annoy you until you begrudgingly call him senpai once again.). Everything he learns about you only adds to his initial interest. He’s a sucker for getting to know the little things, like your favorite dinner spot after a tough mission or what your ideal day off is. Once you accept his feelings he’ll put the knowledge you deem useless to good work.

But there’s a moment that sits so starkly in his memory as the first time he realized he was in love with you and not just intrigued or infatuated.

It was maybe around the time Tsumiki had gotten sick and though Megumi was self sufficient, Satoru didn’t feel that he should be alone. He knows he’s not the best at comfort, hell he could barely comfort himself, so he sends you.

And he’s not overly worried about you, you’re a teacher so he’s sure you’ll get through to the ever prickly Megumi just fine. Plus you’ve always been significantly better at handling emotional situations, he knows first hand. So when he comes to check on you after finishing his mission, he smiles at your success.

Megumi’s head rests on your lap, asleep, and you’re slumped over the armrest. There’s a twang of jealousy that pricks at his mind, wishing it was him in your lap instead, but all he can think about is having you greet him as he comes home and Megumi and Tsumiki sitting for dinner and that would be yours and his alone.

He’s never felt like someone that would settle down or want a family, especially given the circumstances of his status. But you, in this moment, make him want to move past the shrewdness of the higher ups and his clan, and just have you. He longs for something that is just his, not part of Jujutsu Society, the higher ups, or his clan, or even Satoru Gojo, he wants things just for Satoru, just for him.

You are that something, that someone, he wants, he’s convinced that he needs you like the air he breathes. The weird surge of emotions that have been kept bottled up since a dark day suddenly seems to make sense and it has a name, it’s love.

So when he’s reminiscing on his feelings, it really has been there all along, but it’s that very specific moment in which his love for you was defined.

And the apex of all his work in gently guiding you to realize your feelings, that he’s very sure are there, is in a closet of all places. His blue eyes glow dimly in the dark of the closet with the snickers of his students on the other side.

“Hey,” he breathes out, much less confident than he intended, but you make him nervous.

You meet his bright eyes briefly before looking away and returning the greeting, “Um, hi.”

His breath hitches and his mind blanks, every funny line or flirty remark he could make right now is gone. He can’t think about anything other than you, how cute your expression is, how good your hair looks even slightly messed up, but mainly your lips and how much he needs to kiss you before he leaves this cramped closet. “How are you?”

You blink at him incredulously, “We’re in a closet, Gojo. How do you think I am?”

He tosses his head back and groans as you use his last name, he thought he’d gotten you to call him Satoru like pretty much everyone did. “C’mon (Y/n), you know I hate when you call me that.” He whines and pouts, jutting his bottom lip out like a toddler.

He watches the guilt flash across your face briefly, surely it’s you remembering how he confided in you about hating the weight that came with his last name. “Sorry, I know. I know,” you pause and he senses your hesitancy and waits, “Satoru.”

He’s got a big shit-eating grin on his face that differs from his usual smirk as he rocks on his feet with his heart fluttering.

“You really like it that much when I call you ‘Satoru’?” You ask, eyeing up his body language with a skeptical look.

“Maybe.” He answers in a sing-song tone, he’s back to his usual self, “But you know what I’d like more?”

He leans in close and glances down at your lips. No matter how many times he does this, it always results in him pulling away with a teasing smile. So when he feels your hands wrap around the neck of his uniform and pull him closer, it’s certainly a surprise.

“You want a kiss?” You ask and he nods meekly, if possible, and you do, you kiss him. Satoru’s eyes flutter shut as his heart flutters in his stomach. His big hands reach up to cup your face and keep you glued to his lips. Gods, it’s everything he’s dreamed about and more.

When you part from him to catch your breath, he’s smiling. “I hope you know I want much more than a kiss.” He waits for you to breathe and to watch your reaction before smashing his lips onto yours again.

Satoru feels your arms wrapped around his neck and how your hands crawl through his undercut to tug at his hair. And he’s similar, the hands once holding your face have traced down your body to your hips so he can hold you close.

The knock on the door cuts your time short, your tongues and bodies having to part. Satoru watches as you smooth over your clothes and hair before he pulls up his blindfold. The door opens not a moment later to reveal the two classes waiting with bated breath to see something scandalous.

They are disappointed, fortunately for you and your image as a teacher. None of the students have the time to catch the heavy blush on his face as he slips away while you lecture them. But they do notice how flustered you are when you get a text from Satoru, “dinner 2nite?”

[vickyvicarious]

Hi! So I'm working on a Dracula story of my own and I need help finding the character descriptions for the Crew. I know Jonathan gets white hair from shock at one point, but everything else is fuzzy. I think Lucy's a blonde and I seem to remember Van Helsing being described with red hair too, but I'm not sure if those things are actually in the book or a product of the adaptations.

Yeah, I can try to help you out. Honestly, most characters don't get very detailed descriptions, but I'll see what I can find... I'm going to be summing up what physical descriptions we know of, followed by an example quote for each characteristic in bullet points beneath.

I only looked in detail up to where we are now/a few specific scenes I remember from later on. I can add more if I notice it, but I think this covers the physical descriptors pretty well, since as far as I recall we don't get much new stuff later on.

Jonathan Harker: Has a young-looking face. His hair is brown until 3 October, when it turns white. Likely clean-shaven most of the time, since he's upset by his shaving mirror getting broken. At least used to have a 'quiet dignity'. Looks clever and full of energy (when not ill), but also quiet and business-like, so probably not a very tall or super muscular manly man.

5 May - "He is a young man, full of energy and talent in his own way, and of a very faithful disposition. He is discreet and silent, and has grown into manhood in my service."

8 May - "It is very annoying, for I do not see how I am to shave, unless in my watch-case or the bottom of the shaving-pot, which is fortunately of metal."

24 August - "I found my dear one, oh, so thin and pale and weak-looking. All the resolution has gone out of his dear eyes, and that quiet dignity which I told you was in his face has vanished."

30 September - "He is uncommonly clever, if one can judge from his face, and full of energy. [...] After reading his account of it I was prepared to meet a good specimen of manhood, but hardly the quiet, business-like gentleman who came here to-day."

3 October - "Harker was still and quiet; but over his face, as the awful narrative went on, came a grey look which deepened and deepened in the morning light, till when the first red streak of the coming dawn shot up, the flesh stood darkly out against the whitening hair. [...] Last night he was a frank, happy-looking man, with strong, youthful face, full of energy, and with dark brown hair. To-day he is a drawn, haggard old man, whose white hair matches well with the hollow burning eyes and grief-written lines of his face. His energy is still intact; in fact, he is like a living flame."

Mina Harker nee Murray: Very little physical description here. According to Jack she looks dainty and sweet and pretty. Her hair is beautiful. Temporarily has a scar on her forehead. Her teeth maybe start getting sharper when she's turning into a vampire.

29 September - "a sweet-faced, dainty-looking girl stepped up to me, and, after a quick glance, said: "Dr. Seward, is it not?" [...] She looked sweetly pretty, but very sad, and her eyes were flushed with crying."

3 October - "As he had placed the Wafer on Mina's forehead, it had seared it—had burned into the flesh as though it had been a piece of white-hot metal. [...] Pulling her beautiful hair over her face, as the leper of old his mantle,"

5 October - "Her teeth are some sharper, and at times her eyes are more hard."

Lucy Westenra: Definitely pretty, probably in an 'innocent/sweet' looking way based on other peoples' comments. Based on Mina's tracking of her health/color even early on, it seems like she might look pale/anemic on a semi-regular basis even before being bitten. Either pudgy when healthy, or too thin when ill, since her getting fat is mentioned as a positive sign of improving health. Wrinkles her face adorably at times. Super voluptuous as a vampire, and her presumably-blond (sunny) hair is now described as dark. Possibly red eyes as a vampire? Though Jack doesn't mention her eyes looking different when she was sleeping and van Helsing lifted her eyelids to look at them, so maybe not. 19 years old (maybe twenty when she died).

24 May - "Here am I, who shall be twenty in September,"

24 July - "Lucy met me at the station, looking sweeter and lovelier than ever,"

27 July - "Lucy frets at the postponement of seeing him, but it does not touch her looks; she is a trifle stouter, and her cheeks are a lovely rose-pink. She has lost that anæmic look which she had."

30 August - "I have an appetite like a cormorant, am full of life, and sleep well. You will be glad to know that I have quite given up walking in my sleep. I think I have not stirred out of my bed for a week, that is when I once got into it at night. Arthur says I am getting fat."

20 September - "He had even brushed Lucy's hair, so that it lay on the pillow in its usual sunny ripples."

29 September - "a ray of moonlight fell upon the masses of driving clouds and showed in startling prominence a dark-haired woman, dressed in the cerements of the grave. [...] Lucy's eyes in form and colour; but Lucy's eyes unclean and full of hell-fire, instead of the pure, gentle orbs we knew."

Arthur Holmwood: Tall, handsome, curly hair. ...That's it, that's all we've got. Jack thinks he's very manly.

9 May - "I hear rumours, and especially of a tall, handsome, curly-haired man???"

7 September - "When first the Professor's eye had lit upon him he had been angry at his interruption at such a time; but now, as he took in his stalwart proportions and recognised the strong young manhood which seemed to emanate from him, his eyes gleamed."

Jack Seward: Handsome, good forehead, strong jaw. Common consensus usually gives him glasses and dark hair although neither is mentioned in the book. We have a canon age for him (29), unlike almost everyone else. Lucy says he's resolute and calm and imperturbable, but the way others react to him tends to disprove that since several other characters seem to be able to read him pretty well.

11 May - "He is an excellent parti, being handsome, well off, and of good birth. He is a doctor and really clever. Just fancy! He is only nine-and-twenty, and he has an immense lunatic asylum all under his own care. Mr. Holmwood introduced him to me, and he called here to see us, and often comes now. I think he is one of the most resolute men I ever saw, and yet the most calm. He seems absolutely imperturbable. I can fancy what a wonderful power he must have over his patients. He has a curious habit of looking one straight in the face, as if trying to read one's thoughts."

24 May - "I told you of him, Dr. John Seward, the lunatic-asylum man, with the strong jaw and the good forehead."

Quincey Morris: Looks young apparently. Sadly never once described as wearing a cowboy hat. Presumably handsome since Lucy talks up how charming he is, and Jack talks up how manly he is, but it's possible that's mostly force of personality.

24 May - "He is such a nice fellow, an American from Texas, and he looks so young and so fresh that it seems almost impossible that he has been to so many places and has had such adventures.

Abraham van Helsing: Tan/brown skin. Red hair, stocky frame. Clean shaven, high forehead. Blue eyes. Square chin, large mouth and nose, bushy eyebrows. Old, but it's unclear exactly how old.

20 August - "Very shortly after she opened her eyes in all their softness, and putting out her poor, pale, thin hand, took Van Helsing's great brown one; drawing it to her, she kissed it."

25 September - "a man of medium weight, strongly built, with his shoulders set back over a broad, deep chest and a neck well balanced on the trunk as the head is on the neck. The poise of the head strikes one at once as indicative of thought and power; the head is noble, well-sized, broad, and large behind the ears. The face, clean-shaven, shows a hard, square chin, a large, resolute, mobile mouth, a good-sized nose, rather straight, but with quick, sensitive nostrils, that seem to broaden as the big, bushy brows come down and the mouth tightens. The forehead is broad and fine, rising at first almost straight and then sloping back above two bumps or ridges wide apart; such a forehead that the reddish hair cannot possibly tumble over it, but falls naturally back and to the sides. Big, dark blue eyes are set widely apart, and are quick and tender or stern with the man's moods."

26 September - "It was so funny to hear my wife called "Madam Mina" by this kindly, strong-faced old man."

...and I know you didn't ask for him specifically, but just for completeness...

Count Dracula: Tall, thin, long mustache, bushy eyebrows, very pale, red lips, sharp teeth, hairy palms, dressed in black. He has a high forehead, a hooked nose, pointy ears, and red eyes. White hair at the start, which goes to grey and eventually black as he gets younger in appearance. No beard in Transylvania but he's sporting one in London. Bad breath, sleeps with his eyes open. His charming or suave smile is mentioned multiple times during Jonathan's stay. Shovel scar on his forehead after 30 June.

5 May - "Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere. [...] His face was a strong—a very strong—aquiline, with high bridge of the thin nose and peculiarly arched nostrils; with lofty domed forehead, and hair growing scantily round the temples but profusely elsewhere. His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over the nose, and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion. The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth; these protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years. For the rest, his ears were pale, and at the tops extremely pointed; the chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin. The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor. Hitherto I had noticed the backs of his hands as they lay on his knees in the firelight, and they had seemed rather white and fine; but seeing them now close to me, I could not but notice that they were rather coarse—broad, with squat fingers. Strange to say, there were hairs in the centre of the palm. The nails were long and fine, and cut to a sharp point. As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me, I could not repress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rank, but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which, do what I would, I could not conceal."

30 June - "There lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had been half renewed, for the white hair and moustache were changed to dark iron-grey; the cheeks were fuller, and the white skin seemed ruby-red underneath; the mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran over the chin and neck. Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated."

18 September - "a tall, thin chap, with a 'ook nose and a pointed beard, with a few white hairs runnin' through it. He had a 'ard, cold look and red eyes,"

22 September - "a tall, thin man, with a beaky nose and black moustache and pointed beard, who was also observing the pretty girl. [...] His face was not a good face; it was hard, and cruel, and sensual, and his big white teeth, that looked all the whiter because his lips were so red, were pointed like an animal's."

3 October - "a tall, thin man, all in black. I knew him at once from the description of the others. The waxen face; the high aquiline nose, on which the light fell in a thin white line; the parted red lips, with the sharp white teeth showing between; and the red eyes that I had seemed to see in the sunset on the windows of St. Mary's Church at Whitby. I knew, too, the red scar on his forehead where Jonathan had struck him."

[wulflynn]

Cullen Rutherford Fanfiction Recommendation...

This is a list of AO3 fics that I've really enjoyed reading, and I wouldn't have found them myself if it weren't for other recommendation posts on Tumblr. There are still plenty more that I've yet to find that I know I'll enjoy, but as of right now, these have been amazing reads that I'm sure others are bound to enjoy as well if they're fond of Cullen c:

WARNING: pretty sure they're all rated for mature audiences, but if you click on any of these please check the tags to decide if you'd like to read any further.

I hope the formatting for this is correct, if there is a correct-or typical-way to format these recommendations. I just did it how it'd made sense to me *shrug. Correct me, otherwise. Teach me how to Tumblr.

Thank you to the authors for your creative prowess and for giving me permission to add your stories to this list! I'll add more over time, I'm sure. May you receive all of the kudos and feedback, and continue to find joy in creating your stories. <3

Wrong fandom but I'm always compelled to say, "kill write well...and often." x3

Updated 04/08/2023: A couple more have been added! c:

Summary: When the Inquisition disbands, Cullen disappears without a trace. After he is found begging in the streets of Val Chevin, his long-time friend and former lover, Mira, comes to find and bring him home. As she tries to help him quit lyrium for good, they discuss their past and finally say all the things between them previously left unsaid.

Summary: Everyone around her seemed incomprehensibly eager to have the rebel mages close the Breach. Never mind that it made her a funnel in some magical experiment, one that they didn't know for sure would even work. No, much better if they found the templars instead - for herself and for Myca. Yet it was only the suspicious commander who shared this view. Suddenly she had a reason to get on his good side.

Broken Song by Decim

Summary: Remy Hawke and Knight-Captain Cullen have been entangled with each other since their first meeting… she’s made sure of that. What started out as an ill-advised affair quickly grew into something more, though circumstances made that certain lines could never be crossed. Once she leaves the city and her position as Viscountess, they say goodbye for good, not anticipating that only a year later they will meet again when the world is coming to an end.

An alternate version of Dragon Age: Inquisition in which Hawke attended the Conclave and became the Herald, with flashbacks to Dragon Age 2.

Thank you to @decimdraws on Tumblr! ✨

Wander the Drifting Roads - Pt. 1 of Nothing Wrought Shall be Lost by mortonsspoon

Summary: After defeating Corypheus, Lavellan thought the worst was behind them. When Cullen is captured and exposed to red lyrium, the Inquisition loses its Commander and Lavellan loses the man she loves.

The two face diverging paths forward: Lavellan attempts to find purpose in life after the end of the organization they built together, and Cullen must find a way to come to terms with the darkness he's faced for a decade before he loses his memories of her forever.

Book of Memories - Pt. 2 of Nothing Wrought Shall Be Lost by mortonsspoon

Summary: There is a book in Comtesse Lavellan’s library in Kirkwall. It has been meticulously bound in leather, with the shape of a tall, spreading tree and a lion embossed on the front. Inside, there are a number of writings: recollections from a darker time, hopes and fears, and moments archived in writing for their own safekeeping.

Or: An anthology of what happened to Emmaera and Cullen before, during, and after the events of Wander the Drifting Roads.

*Tags will be updated as chapters are posted

Thank you to @shivunin on Tumblr! ✨

This is a series of works and I will post the description and notes rather than the summary like with others c:

Description: "When your skies are grey, and your whole world is shaking, to the Moon and back, I'll love you more than that."

Notes: A collection of short fics and drabbles about Cullen Rutherford and Eurydice Lavellan.

Thank you to @star--nymph on Tumblr! ✨

In Waking Dreams by AParisianShakespearean

Summary: They fall in love slowly during the war at the height of the Inquisition. During their romantic and eventually sexual relationship, the former Circle mage and former templar discover they love one another as more than the Commander and Inquisitor, more than the rose that survived and endured the winter, and more than a forgotten goddess of old. Then war, like everything, ends. They dream of dawn after stars. *** The love story between Inquisitor Lydia Trevelyan and her Commander. As the Inquisition begins and unravels, so do their own personal struggles, issues, torrid pasts, and feelings for one another. Sprinklings of other characters here and there. Slightly diverges from canon. Rated E for later chapters.

Thank you to @a-shakespearean-in-paris on Tumblr! ✨

Description: Take a look at the Thedas with Inquisitor Trevelyan, a noble, a mage and a leader. Her adventures weren't filled with just action and fighting, but it came with a hint of drama and romance - something the nobles would often gossip about.

Thank you to PoptartCandy (I'm not sure if they're on tumblr, but this can be amended if so)!

Summary:

Evelyn Trevelyan, once on her way to become a Senior Enchanter at the Circle of Ostwick, now an apostate, has had a very hard last couple of years. And it looks like she can expect to have very hard years ahead of her, too.

Luckily for her, she has plenty of experience hiding just how awkward, clumsy, and terrified she is of everything. Also luckily for her, she discovers that there are people she doesn't have to hide from. Friendships, family, and even love can be found and forged in the unlikeliest of places. Bridges are built to span the breach between warring peoples and hearts even as they fight the Breach in the sky and the one that caused it.

Yet another retelling of the adventures that occur in Dragon Age: Inquisition. Mostly canon, divergences are like a scenic route. Filling in the holes, building the friendships and relationships, and connecting the dots that we don't see in-game. From the light and playful moments to the dark and violent twists and turns, joy and angst, eventual smut, thus the M rating.

Thank you to Kartoonist (I don't know if they're on tumblr either, but if so this will be amended)!

[oetscop]

it hit me some of my newer followers probably dont know about the petscop "logbook!" (i dont remember why i called it that)

since august of 2023, ive been taking detailed notes on petscop. not continuously since sometimes ill take a couple weeks off while i soak things in, but ive so far taken notes up to like 2/3 of the way thru petscop 11. its been quite the undertaking. every single time i rewatch it, i find more i didnt notice the last time, or stuff that didnt make sense without some context in another video later on down the line.

ive had to add addendums over pages and the whole thing is full of sticky notes. my friend called it my mad scientist notebook bc it rly does just look crazy lol. i started it mostly for another friend since we were originally analyzing it together, so theres a lot of spelling errors.

the sticky notes are usually from where i thought of smth when i didnt have the notebook on me, i actually have a shit ton of stuff i wrote on receipt paper bc id still be thinking abt it at work. some stuff here isnt too accurate anymore, but going back to correct things why this has been taking me so long. 🥲

im in so deep that ive had to get another notebook, ive read scientific papers for this and everything. from psychology to the spatial uncanny valley paper to PHYSICS. ROTATIONAL PHYSICS. i am physically incapable of being normal about petscop

[electroniccollectiondonut]

Monthly Rec Lists In 2024: New Year's Day

For the last four or five years my New Year's resolution has been to get fit but I keep not doing that so this year my resolution is one I know can complete: making rec lists! So for the first rec list of the year I'm reccing some fics I read for the first time in 2023! I've tagged the authors' Tumblr if I could find one, otherwise I've just linked their Ao3.

Regularly Scheduled Miracles by TheSingingHoneybee (@starshinemaiden)

The thing about soulmates when you are a royal is that you don't get to keep them. Wu's mother's was shipped to the Outer Ring. His father's, never spoken of. His great aunt's was imprisoned if you believe the rumors. Wu believes the rumors. And when Wu becomes Prince Wu, heir to the Earth Throne, over night, his chances of finding and keeping his soulmate drop to zero. But despite that, when a soulmark appears on his arm the very evening of meeting his new, hot, firebending bodyguard, Wu can't feel anything but joy. The thing about soulmarks when you have a job that frequently leaves you bruised to hell and back is that sometimes you don't notice them until days later and now you don't know who caused them to appear. And the thing about being Prince Wu's newest bodyguard is that Mako has met so many people in the last week that his soulmate could be half of Republic City. The other thing about being Prince Wu's newest bodyguard is that half of Mako doesn't want to think too hard about his soulmate might be because there is no way someone like him would get so lucky as to have the next Earth Monarch as a soulmate no matter how lofty Mako's taste in people runs.

Cruising for a Bruising by kalechipbuoy

Crozier makes Fitzjames cry and cry and cry. Eventually, they reach something like an understanding.

Warm Sun, Fine Jade by DummyDipl0d0cus

Lan Xichen’s hair is up in a simple bun, careless. It’s a change from his half-tied hair. It uncovers his shoulders and neck, and Wen Ning gets a sinking feeling that they look more delicate now than ever. “Please stay warm, and eat well,” Wen Ning adds softly. Lan Xichen doesn’t say anything, just bows his head. Wen Ning turns to leave after a few long moments, as much as he doesn’t want to. Then hears the quietest request. “It’s raining. Please stay until it’s over?” - How Wen Ning helps Lan Xichen heal, and how Lan Xichen does the same for Wen Ning.

The Severing of Webs by chlodobird (@chlodobird-creations)

After Jon kills the world, he travels back in time. Once there, he gets ready to change the future, to save his Assistants, and to watch as everyone learns to hate him again. Unfortunately, the tapes wrap around him like a fly caught in a Web—he can't move. He's trapped reliving the original timeline, stuck acting out his past actions like an actor rehearsing his lines. Sasha will die. Tim will die. Martin— (Jon screams inside his mind, and someone hears him. Fate is not as immutable as he fears.)

Chameleonic by recrudescence (@re-crudescence)

When River finally takes a fall, the result of an ill-conceived equation and a screwdriver on the cargo bay floor, Mal gives her a knowing look and totes her to the infirmary.

7 rings by butterflywings6

random people watching kanej be rich and in love <3

Look into the Mirror (Tell Me What You See) by Drag0nSt0rm (@sweetteaanddragons)

His best guess for what had happened was some kind of head injury, given that he recognized almost nothing and had no idea what was going on. With few clues to work with, he was either going to have to confess the truth or bluff frantically. Gil-Galad had never in his life decided to confess anything.

A Little Mishap by Asidian (@asidian)

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Fate - Chapter Nine

Masterlist

Plot Description: What would happen if someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder (multiple personalities; writer has DID themselves) got a god of death as another personality? Follows the plot of the anime and manga mixed including dialogue directly from the anime where appropriate. Character x cast of death note

Very minor self insert/OC that I've made into a vague reader insert that involves the reader being concerningly intertwined with Kira and his happenings against their will and seemingly against fate.

Fandom: Death Note

Gender: Female

Warnings: Dark and triggering content regarding death, suicide, mental illness and mentions of rape (character history - no rape in the story). Making out is described. Will add more as I progress the story.

Notes: Uploading early bitches! <3

Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading!

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- January 5 -

“That was footage from surveillance cameras at the station. The death of one of the FBI agents is captured on here.” Aizawa groaned gently, hand going to the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. 

“Let's see the following scenes again:” L began, seemingly unaware of the exhaustion in the room, “Raye Penber passing the ticket gate on his way in, then him boarding the train, then finally the part where he dies on the platform.” before taking a bite of his ice cream

“Okay…” Aizawa noted, sifting through a bunch of tapes stacked on one of the tables, “Let’s see…”

“I think it’s next to that.” Matsuda spoke up, catching Aizawa’s attention.

“Oh, here it is.” Matsuda looked closer towards the paper in his hands, sleepily.

“Um, so based on the records I have here,” he noted, “Raye Penber comes through the west entrance of Shinjuku Station at 3:11 PM.” Sachiro closed his eyes, listening intently to his subordinate, only looking up sharply when some of his words caught his attention whilst Watari began to scoop ice cream onto a cone, “Then at 3:13 he boards a train on the Yamanote Line. But even if he was following someone at that time, I think it's going to be very difficult for us to draw any real conclusions from the blurry video. Then at exactly 4:42 P.M. a-” Matsuda paused, blinking at the ice cream cone that Watari offered one of the ice cream cones to him, which he took with a warm smile, “Nnn? Oh, thank you, Watari.

“Uuuumm, and at 4:42 P.M. he exits the train at Tokyo station and dies on the platform.” Matsuda finished as Watari passed around the room, offering more ice cream cones to first Sachiro and then Aizawa, who watched intently as Sachiro took his before he readily took his own, cheerfully.

“It's quite strange, don’t you think?”

“Hah…” Aizawa muttered at the ice cream when Sachiro took over the conversation.

“I'm sorry. What do you find strange?” Matsuda immediately spoke up, curiosity peaked.

“Yeah, what is it? Did you notice something?” L took a big bite of his ice cream casually, before humming.

“Mmm…” he swallowed, his eyes never left the screen as he spoke up, “We know that Raye Penber got on the train and then an hour and a half later he got off and died on the platform, the woman, (Y/N), doing the same. But the Yamanote Line only takes an hour to complete its circuit. And more importantly, there's the envelope.” Aizawa blinked.

“Uh, whaddya mean?” he leaned in as L effortlessly reversed the footage with the remote seemingly already in his hand, the video regaining their attention as he hit play as it showed Raye, specifically, as well as other members of the public passing through the ticket gates.

“He's holding what looks like an envelope when he passes through the ticket gate.” Aizawa gasped, a sweat forming on his forehead.

“You're right! It's there, under his arm!” he immediately looked over towards the other screen, “But in the footage right before his death, it's gone!” he noted, incredibly, “I can't believe you actually caught that!” Sachiro grabbed and looked over some papers with a frown.

“Well, I don't see an envelope on this list of his personal effects.”

“Could (Y/N) have the envelope?” Matsuda begged, rubbing his eyed gently as Aizawa spoke up, shaking his head.

“No chance without a bag.”

“Which means,” L regained everyone’s attention, including Sachiro, who turned to his left to look at L as he spoke, “Which means it was left on the train.

“And if you watch closely, at the very end here…” he paused as he pressed for the remote to fast forward to Raye’s death after leaning forward, “it seems like he's straining to look inside the train before the doors close. You can see right here.” the trio gasped.

“(Y/N) appears to be looking up at something, too.”

“If that’s the case, do you think it could mean something?” Sachiro begged, paper still in hand, causing L to look behind at him with his eyes as he spoke theoretically for a moment.

“Wouldn’t it be interesting if Kira was on that train?” immediately Sachiro baulked.

“That’s impossible!” L looked back at the screen casually.

“I admit, I find it hard to believe as well.” he noted, everyone’s attention with various expressions of disbelief and attention playing on each of their faces as he spoke, “There's no reason for Kira to come to the scene of his own crime when he can kill from a distance.” L took a breath, pausing gently as his eyes remained glued to the screen, “Well... maybe he was counting on us to make that assumption, and figured he could get away with such a bold move.” before casually going back to nibbling on his ice cream with a hum. Watari himself looked back from the group to his own laptop screen as he, too, took a bite of his ice cream, listening but not otherwise bothered by the conversation.

“Do we have the recording of where (Y/N) ran to?”

“Uh yeah it’s here…” Aizawa muttered, grabbing the correct tape and placing it into the third VCR, “She runs towards a PCSO.” he noted before pointing towards the video, “They leave together; turns out it was the end of his shift.”

“Have we identified the PCSO?”

“Uhh…” Matsuda muttered, sifting through some papers, “Yeah here!” Once he found the one he was looking for he was about to read the details, however L held out his hand, causing Matsuda to pause before passing the details to L, who skimmed over it as everyone finished their ice cream. 

“Maximus Charles. PCSO, PC in training.” L muttered aloud, “Lives at the same residence as (Y/N), next door to one another.” 

“I recognise that girl.” Sachiro spoke up, gaining everyone’s attention, “Can I see her paperwork?” Matsuda ‘huhed’ before doing as asked, passing the paper his way with a better photograph of the girl attached. Sachiro gasped gently, keeping everyone on edge as he confirmed, muttering, “Yeah that’s her."

"You recognise her chief?" Aizawa begged with a raised brow. Sachiro grunted with a slight nod.

"Yeah we met briefly.” he noted, clarifying, “She came to the station as I was leaving. She kindly gave me her umbrella while it was raining heavily. Said she’d be there for a while, for whatever reason.” As if triggering a memory, Matsuda himself shot up.

“Wait, I know who you’re talking about!” this caught everyones’ attention, each looking sharply back at Matsuda, “She sat there for two hours before rushing off after I spoke to her! It was like she'd been sleeping with her eyes open; completely out of it.”

“Any clue why?” Sachiro begged, though L spoke up.

"Anxiety and dissociation, most likely. Catatonia.” L noted, adding, “(Y/N) has quite an extensive mental health history.” he looked back forward, thumb coming to his mouth.

“I recognise her from somewhere else…” Matsuda spoke up again, adding, “I've thought about it since I spoke to her.” he noted, rubbing his temples slightly, “It’s something big…”

“... Have you looked her up?” L begged, earning a sweat.

“Uh…”

“Here.” Aizawa spoke up, turning the screen, “She’s a YouTuber.”

“That’s it!” Matsuda exclaimed, hand out in realisation, “I’ve heard her music!” 

Before more could be said, the phone started to ring, causing L to stand, walking around gently before he paused at the ringtone.

“Yes?” Watari begged, “Yes, would you please hold for a moment?” he begged before turning towards L, using his alias, “Ryuzaki, it's Ukita at the NPA. He says he's on the phone with someone from the tip-line who has information for us.” L didn’t miss a beat with his response.

“Right. Then give Ukita the number for line five and ask him to have the informant call that line instead. It'll be safer that way. Mr. Matsuda, it's okay for you to turn your cellphone on now. Actually, please turn it on right away.”

“Uh, sure…!”

Matsuda did as requested, the phone instantly ringing. Before he could respond, L pinched the phone and answered it, turning away from Matsuda who looked back at him with a sweat and slight glare.

“Yes, this is Suzuki, head of Kira investigation Public Information Division.” L began, using a fake voice. However he immediately paused, his normal voice returning as he spoke aloud the information for Watari to work on, his eyes widening, “Raye Penber's fiancée? 

“Naomi Misora…” Watari nodded gently, already pencilling the name into their computer database.

“I've heard that name before…” Watari immediately turned the laptop for L to see, the woman’s information and photograph clearly visible on the screen. Ryuzaki gasped.

‘So it's her. She's from the Los Angeles BB Murder Case. That's right! She was working under me. I guess she must have come to Japan with her fiancé…’ L frowned gently before hanging up the phone and passing it back to Matsuda, walking by as his hands casually went back to his pockets.

“Well, apparently she's been missing since the day after her fiancé died.” L noted, walking past both Matsuda and Aizawa.

“I'm sure that anyone in her situation would be pretty depressed.” Matsuda noted, solemnly, “Was it...?”

“Suicide.” Aizawa finished for him.

“No…” L noted quietly, adding, “The Naomi Misora I knew was strong. Not to mention she was also an excellent FBI agent. If anything, it's more likely that she'd be trying to catch Kira.” The three watched as L paused his walking, “It appears she came to Japan with Penber, it's possible that she may have found a lead…” L’s thumb went to his lips as he thought.

‘If that's the case, did Kira manage to get to her first?’ 

“Everyone.” L’s hand dropped back to his pocket, “At this point, I'd like to focus our investigation on only those people who Raye Penber was tailing, this woman (Y/N) as well as the PCSO Maximus that she’s familiar with.” he announced, adding, “In particular, he was assigned to two police officers and those closest to them.” Sachiro wasted no time in asking, “Very well. Who are these two individuals he was investigating?” causing L to turn slightly to look over his shoulder at the three men.

“Deputy Director Kitamura, along with Detective Superintendent Yagami and their families.” Immediately everyone gasped, though L continued undeterred, turning around to meet the three, “At this stage, I'd like to place wiretaps and surveillance cameras in both households.”

“Surveillance cameras? Ryuzaki!” Matsuda immediately protested, Aizawa also joining in after him.

“I don't see how you could even consider this. If this got out, we'd have a civil rights scandal on our hands! We'd all lose our jobs.” L looked up at Aizawa sharply with his eyes, head raising slightly.

“You told me you'd be willing to risk your lives for this investigation. But you wouldn't risk your jobs?”

“Uh, uh…” Matsuda stammered as Sachiro took over quickly.

“Ryuzaki, what are the odds that Kira is in one of those households.” L looked up, thinking for a moment.

“Maybe ten percent. No, it's closer to five percent.” Matsuda blinked.

“Seriously? I'm sorry, but it's not worth the risk-”

“No.” the group gasped, turning back to Sachiro, who spoke solidly, albeit with a sweat, “Of all the people we've investigated so far, not one of them seemed even the least bit suspicious. Even if there's only a one percent chance, we simply can't afford to ignore it.”

“Chief?” Matsuda begged quietly, though once again Sachiro spoke up, ignoring him.

“I don't have to tell you how offended I am to learn my family is under suspicion. Having said that, just go ahead with it.” The pair gasped behind the man once again, “And make sure you install them everywhere. I don't want blind spots in the house, and that includes the bathroom.”

“Thank you very much. That was my intention.” L relaxed at this slightly.

“Come on, Chief, you don't have to agree to this!” Aizawa protested, Matsuda agreeing whole heartedly.

“Yes, he's right! Think about your family! You have a wife and daughter at home, don't you?” Matsuda threw his arm out in emphasis, causing Sachiro to spin around to meet the pair in anger.

“Yes, I'm well aware of that fact!” he threw his arms out, “But there is no point of doing this if we can't be thorough! Now I suggest you keep quiet!” The pair were silent for a moment, though Matsuda eventually muttered out an apology. By this point Sachiro had composed himself, turning back away from the pair, hand to face.

“No, it's okay. Excuse me.”

Unbothered by the tense atmosphere, L walked back to the sofa, taking a seat, before speaking up and regaining the room’s attention.

“As a courtesy to the chief and his family, only he and I will conduct surveillance of their home.” he noted before turning to look at Watari slightly, “Watari, how long will it take to prepare the wiretaps and cameras we need?” said man wasted no time in revealing the answer.

“Well, starting tomorrow, I can set them up at any time, provided we know when both houses will be empty.”

Though the room remained tense, L hummed as he looked over the tape once more, reversing it with the remote before pressing play. 

"Curiouser and curiouser…" L mumbled into his thumb as he eyed the security footage of Raye Penbar's death for the thousandth time within the last few hours alone. Only once the clip ended did his fingers twitch, anticipating the end, before quickly hitting the replay button. Carefully his eyes danced around all of the grainy details of the footage before him taking in the same thing over and over again without any real changes. Despite this there, of course, were no changes, his actions regaining everyone’s attention.

Having already expertly cross examined all of the footage of the FBI deaths long ago, L found himself stuck on Raye Penbar's death in particular. As he watched the (H/C)-haired girl he hummed to himself, tapping his thumb against his bottom lip as he rewatched the footage once again. 

'A potential lead…' he acknowledged, just as he had every time since he'd seen it the very first time.

"Miss (L/N) (F/N) - or Ai, as you've been going by. Kedakai Ai…" He noted aloud with a slight head tilt.

“Did you see something else?” Aizawa begged, coming back towards his previous seat. L hummed, hand falling as he reversed and played a particular part of the scene again for the group to notice.

“Do you hear that?” L muttered, earning baffled looks.

“She’s crying…” Matsuda offered. L ignored him and continued.

“She yells his name.” L revealed, “Which means that she’s the only other pedestrian to know Raye's identity besides his wife- well," He corrected, "besides Kira…"

And that differentiation was important. Because it was clear as day that Ai herself was unrelated to Kira.

'No that was never questioned.' L figured, 'The true question is: how did you know him and his operation…?' L made a small noise in his throat as his eyes danced over tea Watari placed in front of him on the table, the sugar cubes intriguing him as he plopped a few in his tea, using the others to feed his stacking stim. 

“Ryuzaki…!” Matsuda noted aloud as he looked over a statement from one of the desk clerk at the Police Station, “Naomi and (Y/N) are thought to have spoken on January the 1st!” Aizawa gasped at this, the newfound information catching L’s attention as he looked over sharply.

“Interesting…” he noted, leaning in, eyes wide, focused and seemingly unblinking.

"So she has seemingly zero ties to the Penbar family, being from the UK, and yet-" L frowns gently, "-she saw both of them before their independent fate’s…” he noted as he paused the video, focused specifically onto the picture that shows Ai’s face. L made a noise in his throat.

‘Finding you wasn't nearly as hard as this little puzzle of yours, mind.’ He hummed boredly as he brought the spoon to his mouth and took a lick, salvaging the sweet tea taste before picking up the cup and taking a long sip. Only once he'd placed it back down onto the saucer did he speak again, once again hitting repeat, "Flat 7 and Flat 8, 5-2-1 Koibuchi, Kasama, Ibaraki 452-1788, Kānto Japan, Watari, for (Y/N) and Maximus’.”

“Hey, Ryuzaki!” Aizawa noted, looking over to him with shock, “Do you really suspect her of being Kira?” L hummed.

“Only about 2 percent likely.” he noted, tapping on his lip before elaborating, “With that in mind, and with such an emotional response to another person's death, she hardly fits the profile akin to that of Kira." He noted curiously as he eyed the open file to his right with eager eyes before they flicked back straight to the screen, as if talking to her directly, "Clearly caring and interested in helping others. And yet clearly bored with the world. 

"Could that be why," he licked his dry lip before taking a sugar cube between them and sucking gently, finishing in a mumble with his mouth full, "you're getting yourself so involved with this investigation…?"

“What do you mean?” L immediately turned.

“Why else would she be in the police station, speaking to Naomi, if not related to the Kira investigation. Not to mention,” he revealed, Eyes flickering right back to the pages on his right, L grabbed and flicked through the papers meticulously, looking for something in particular and smiling once he'd found it, "Medical records show a recent hospitalisation. Several bullet wounds and cuts all of which occurred on the same day as the bus hijacking from Osoreda Kiichiro… It's as though she were there- No. 

"She was there." He concluded, earning gasps as he nodded gently to himself as his eyes trailed over the medical report for, once again, more times than he could count. 

It was simply a waste of time and energy to keep a tally of something so simple. And yet-

'-152 times.' he acknowledged, going over the paper once again, '153, now.'

“How could someone be that unfortunate?” Matsuda begged.

“Exactly.” Aizawa realised aloud, “That’s why we’re putting her under surveillance, right, Ryuzaki?” L hummed in agreement. Relatively content with the writing, he dropped the page and had another skim through the other pages in the file, pausing when he looked back up at the screen with a thought playing on his mind as he watched Ai begin the chest compressions, his thumb going back to his lip as he gently played with it, “That must be what’s gotten her so curious about the investigation.

“Watari.” the man looked up as the others listened intently, “We should send someone to confirm identities. Something to see how she behaves afterwards. We will need someone to watch over the pair until we can put in the camera’s and wires.” Watari nodded.

“I’ll do that now.” With a noise in his throat, L leaned forward, drinking more tea as he muttered to himself.

"Time to see your response…"

“Whooo!” I cheered as I sang along to the song playing on my speaker. Scrubbing at my skull as I washed away the dye with pep in my step.

‘Silver all the way, boiii!’ I chimed as I sat up and rung the water out of my hair and looked at the colour of the water with a bright grin.

Grabbing the shampoo I quickly began to lather my hair as I continued to hum along to the tune, eyeing my arms as I did with a small smile.

‘The wounds are closed and healing. All the stitches have gone now - disintegrated or removed the other day.’ I noted as I put my head back under the shower head and rinsed out the shampoo, ‘So now I’m finally able to do this without any problems!’

“My new glasses also came in the post today.” I squealed as I got the conditioner ready, “So my new look is almost complete!”

‘Not to mention it’ll make it harder for Kira to identify me…’ I deadpanned dryly, turning my mood slightly sour.

*Ding dong*!

“Eh?!” I squeaked as my head shot up, causing water to trickle over my face, “... Mono?” 

Frowning I quickly shot up and stumbled about, flailing in a blind (literally - I had no glasses) panic as I searched for a towel.

Rushing I quickly wrapped my hair up in the closest towel I could find - which, honestly, was far too big for just my hair but woe is me - and rushed towards the front door, stumbling as I almost slammed into it in my haste.

“Hold on!” I yelled through the door as I fumbled with the lock, taking a peak out through the hole, only to pause in confusion as I saw someone with a flyer. I cursed.

‘I should’ve just ignored it…’ I sighed as I realised it was a door to door salesman. 

Face wrinkled in regret and disdain I quickly put on a bright smile as I opened the door, desperate to get this thing over with. 

“Hi!” I beamed before giving an apologetic smile, “Sorry I’m dying my hair and had to find a towel!” the man chuckled, nodding, giving a smile as he attempted to make small talk.

“What colour was it before?” I smiled.

“(H/C).” I laughed as his eyes widened, “I’ve had quite a bit of work to get it to the silver colours I have now.” I grinned as I towel dried my hair, letting the white/silver show.

“Looks great!” he chimed, adding, “(H/C) sounds interesting! I’m starting to see bright colours more these days, especially with teens!” I laughed and nodded in agreement.

“It’s a fun form of expression!” I grinned, “Even my mama dyes her hair a kinda dark red!” He looked stunned at this.

“Oh wow that’s different!” he laughed, “I’d love to see my mother dye her hair a wild colour.” the man leaned forward slightly, pretending to look around as he put his hand to his mouth, “Don’t tell her I said that. Older generation, you know?” I couldn’t help but laugh, my cheeks hurting slightly as I swore myself to secrecy.

“My lips are sealed!” I grinned. However when the flyers caught my eyes I paused the pleasantries and got straight to the point, “How can I help, by the way?” Immediately the guy gave a small gasp before looking into the flat vaguely.

“Are your parents home?” he begged with a kind smile. I paused at this as I played mental chess as to whether or not I wanted him to know my age or not. 

‘In a world with Kira, although I don’t want to suspect everyone whenever a stranger speaks to me, I need to be cautious with them.’

“Uh no, sorry not right now!” I apologised with an apologetic smile, “Just me and a bunch of mates.” I added with a half shrug.

‘I don’t want him to think I’m alone, just in case…’

The guy nodded in understanding.

“Oh okay!” he nodded with a small smile, “I was just wondering if you were interested in a cleaning service?” I shook my head.

“Nah that’s not something they’ll want I don’t think.” I shrunk behind the door slightly, trying to get him to leave, “Have a nice day!”

“Oh wait!” I paused closing the door at his words, tilting my head slightly, peaking back at him with a raised brow as he directed to something by my door, “By the way, you have a package on your doorstep?” I blinked, looking down before thanking him as I questioned what, when and where this thing came from.

“Huh…” I blanked, “I wonder why I didn’t hear anything…” I mused, picking it up as I looked over the package, “Thanks!” 

“It’s fine! Have a nice day!” I nodded, giving a small bow.

“You too!” I chimed, closing the door behind me with a small butt smack, only satisfied once I heard it click, before impetuously locking it after me without a second thought.

“I haven't ordered anything…” I noted with a raised brow as a reminder smacked me in the face, “But I need to order a new umbrella…” I muttered bitterly at myself for forgetting. However I looked back at the door as the previous interaction played on my mind. 

‘Huh. That was strange.’ I noted slowly, ‘I’ve not had one of those here before…’ I paused, shrugging it off as I messaged Mono telling him what just happened as I dumped the package on my desk, taking a seat as I dumped my towel on the frame of my bed. 

Mono: What was he selling?

Mono: You sure it was a salesman?

I shrugged to myself before typing back.

Me: Yeah. Window washing apparently. 

Me: He had flyers but didn’t give me any since I said no.

It took a moment for Mono to reply. But when he did I froze at his words.

Mono: That’s illegal in Japan

Mono: Door to door sales, that is. 

I frowned, immediately looking up what he said - not because I didn’t believe him-

‘-He’s a freaking officer, after all-’

-but because I was so surprised. However, when I didn’t reply he immediately called me.

“Who was he?” he begged as soon as I answered, skipping the greetings. I scratched the back of my head.

“Dunno. Said he was a window washer.”

“That’s strange. Really strange.” Mono paused before immediately asking, “You didn’t tell him anything about you did you?” I shook my head to myself.

“Nah. Just asking about hair - small talk, since it’s wet and I’m dying it.” I scratched my cheek, “In fact he asked for my parents. I just said they weren’t in at the moment but that I’m with a group of friends.” Mono made a noise in his throat.

“How’d he respond?” I blinked, shrugging slightly.

“Just asked if I was sure my parents wouldn’t want his services. Said nah and he left. Although there was a package at my door that he pointed out.” I eyed the thing beside me with scrutiny, “I haven’t opened it yet but I never heard the door go or anything like that.”

“I don’t like that.” he stated immediately before adding, “Don’t open it until I get home. I doubt it’s anything, but just in case I’d rather make sure it’s all okay when you’re not alone, yeah?” I nodded to myself again.

“Sure thing.” I hummed before adding, “Speaking of which, when are you getting back?”

“Late. Might need to stay till at least 2am since it’s a Sunday.” I groaned.

“Fine. I’ll just dump this package in the corner until then.” Mono nodded.

“Sure thing.” he immediately began to reassure me, “Look I doubt it’s anything suspicious; I just prefer to be cautious.” I nodded.

“To be honest,” I noted as I felt the thing, “It feels like a book.” Mono frowned at this.

“Did you order any textbooks?” I blinked, frowning in thought as I tried to recall.

“No…” I paused again, “But I might’ve ordered some writing books.” Mono sighed.

“If it doesn’t seem that sus you’re welcome to open it now, but stay on the phone with me, okay?” I gave a confirmation as I tore open the package. Blinking, I noted a single, thick book with a title written in English. I hummed.

“Well it is a writing book.” I noted, Mono sighing in relief as I flicked through the empty, lined pages with a raised brow, “But I don’t remember ordering it.” I inspected the inside of the packaging once again, “There’s no note or anything so I don’t know if maybe my mum or one of my siblings got it for me and forgot to tell me?”

“Possibly.” Mono noted, “All that matters is it doesn't sound dangerous.” he joked, partially, earning a snort as I dumped the book back on the desk, eyeing them for a moment.

“Yeah.” I agreed, adding, “Though it has a weird title.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. It's black. Has the title of ‘Death note’.” I snorted, “Sounds like something mum would buy me, knowing me.” Mono laughed at this.

“Yeah. Sounds like something I’d buy you.” I grinned.

“Hey I can get behind this.” I shrugged, “Definitely different.” I made a noise of agreement before sighing.

“Anyway I’m gonna go finish my hair. See you later.” Mono also made a noise in his throat.

“Yeah I need to go anyway. Try to stay safe for once, yeah?" I mock-gasped.

“I have no clue what you could possibly be insinuating, my good man!” Mono laughed.

“Yeah sure you don’t.” he chuckled, “But yeah see you either early in the morning or the next day.” I nodded, making a ‘yup’ noise before we hung up.

I eyed the book for a bit with suspicion and intrigue. However, with a shake of my head I pushed them aside and went back to what I was doing before, not even giving them another look as I entered my bathroom and left my bedroom.

[ayotamacheck]

I have a cold right now so I was wondering how do the coral island characters handle being sick? you choose your favs!

yess!! sick hcs my beloved <3 this was super fun!! might do a pt 2 honestly 👀 we'll see!

hope you're feeling better anon <3 ty for the request!

Pablo

when he's sick, this man is in constant denial. he's very obviously sick, he knows he's sick, but he'll still get up to go to work or around town because, in his mind, if he's not dead then there's no reason to waste a perfectly good day.

luckily, it's always really easy to tell. rafael always catches it almost immediately; all you have to look for is pablo swaying on his feet at the counter or, god forbid while he's actually working at the forge. the heat in the shop is enough to fry his brain on a good day–add a feverish, stubborn pablo to the mix and it's a recipe for disaster.

he almost always just ends up making himself sicker by trying to avoid being cooped up in his room all day. well, that or he'll just get everyone around him sick and then feel bad about it later lmao. it takes you or rafael literally forcing him back to bed just to get him to rest. if you're together then he's definitely going to try and get you to cuddle with him, too, even though you definitely shouldn't.

if he's feverish, he gets weird fever dreams. like crazy shit. that's part of why he hates the whole having to rest phase of getting better.

an avid user of "you want to kiss it better?" as a pick up line while he's feverish. yuck

btw if you're in close quarters then you're 100% going to catch whatever he has. lucky for you, he's the best at taking care of his loved ones when they're sick <3

Rafael

okay. first of all, he definitely catches it from pablo. no way he stays healthy with that ball of disaster around him. (kidding i love him i swear)

he is related to pablo though, so a tiny bit of that obliviousness carried over. he's not stubborn about being sick, he's just genuinely unaware of it.

whenever he's sick, he just gets ten times clumsier. knocking things over around his room, tripping on the stairs, you name it. even if it wasn't a hazard to his health to be around the forge while he's feverish, you've also got to be afraid of him accidentally knocking something over and burning the place down lmaoo

once he's made aware of the fact that he's seriously sick, though, he's pretty good about it. man really just wants to sleep. pablo will send him back to his room and he'll crash for days, just alternating between sleeping and reading while he gets better. he feels a bit restless, sure, but he's also much more content to speed up his recovery by resting than his brother is.

also has some weird fever dreams sometimes, but he's better than pablo since he actually tries to do what he has to do feel better

he's also way less likely to get you sick lol. he will not let you or anyone healthy into his room if he can help it, because he's not about to put you through whatever illness he has too

Kenny

oh this poor guy. im sorry, but he can't handle being sick. he's just completely miserable.

it's literally everything he hates. his nose is stuffy, he can't play his flute, he can't go outside, he can't meet up with friends–it's torture. he knows enough to try and rest (even if he didn't, he lives with his parents and they know their son well enough to double check that he's taking it easy every now and then) but still. it's depriving him of everything he likes to do!

when i saw he's miserable, i mean he's /miserable/. he'll spend most of the day in bed or on the sofa so he can at least watch tv, always with a blanket around his shoulders. even when he's resting he doesn't really sleep much because he's got too much pent up energy that being sick isn't letting him get rid of. he's used to spending all day outside, so having to sit in, especially during the summer or spring, is the worst.

if you're together then he will let you cuddle with him, but he'll very much warn you that you're probably going to catch something from him. he's too bummed to refuse comfort but he's still aware enough that he doesn't want you to suffer too lol

if YOURE sick, then he's very good about it though :) he just won't hang around too close because he hates getting sick. a teeny tiny bit of a hypocrite on the subject.

Scott

okay scott is dramatic as hell about being sick. do you know the stereotype about guys acting like catching a cold is going to kill them? he is just that.

yes i love him no that does not protect him from slander

yes this is a scott slander post what about it

granted he's got a pretty good immune system so he doesn't get sick very often. but when he does, he is very vocal about it. he's the type to lay on the couch and complain about how he feels like he's dying and how this is the worst he's ever felt /everr/ meanwhile charles is standing in the background sipping coffee like 🙄

benefits of having a doctor as a roommate, he doesn't usually stay sick for too long since charles knows what to tell him to pick up to lessen symptoms. he rarely stays sick for more than a few days at a time, but when he does, you probably don't want to be around him lmaoo

he is genuinely appreciative of anything people do for him while he's sick though, even if he doesn't always act like it in the moment. if you stop by with some soup or medicine or just offer to hang out and watch some movies with him to keep him company, he'll definitely pay you back for it in the future.

however he is. simultaneously the worst and the best when you get sick. depending on how sick you are he doesn't have as many reservations about hanging out with you because he knows it takes a lot to get him sick, but he also doesn't really know how to comfort you lol. he tries his best, though, and he's definitely down to make you as much soup as you want 😌

[kangel104]

INTRO!!!

This will hopefully be the first and last time I break character on either of my NSO blogs, but I felt it was necessary to post a real intro considering the things that will be posted on this account.

(TL;DR @ the bottom)

DISCLAIMER!!!

These blogs were created with the purpose of being a creative outlet for my trauma and mental illness. This means that some of the content on this page might be unpleasant for some people. If that's the case, don't view my blog.

To start things off...

16+ only, please. I want to create a safe space for as many people as I can, but I don't want to be responsible for influencing any kids into doing any of the things I speak about.

For anonymity, I'm not going to tell you my actual name, so please just call me Kangel or Ame, depending on the blog you are viewing.

I will do my best to always tag any possible triggers on my heavier posts, so please correct me if I miss a tag or incorrectly tag something.

TRIGGER WARNINGS!!

As I just mentioned, there will be a lot of triggering things posted on both of these blogs. Because of that, I'd like to compile what will be the most common trigger warnings to look out for on this page (will be updated as I post to remain accurate)

Mentions of grooming

Mentions of past trauma

Neglect

Fear of abandonment

Long rambles during panic attacks

Addiction

Abuse/toxic relationships

Intrusive thoughts

Self-harm

Mentions of suicidality

A Bit About Me

I like Jirai and the message it sends as it's something I heavily relate to. I don't have any jirai clothing yet, but I'm saving to buy my first item asap! I also really like vocaloid, visual kei, breakcore, and honestly most kinds of music haha.

If you couldn't guess, I really like NSO. The kind of person Ame-chan is really spoke to me. I've always wanted to take on a new persona online, and what better way than a Kangel blog! I'll speak a little more on the roles of each blog later, tho <3

I really like RPGs like Persona and Final Fantasy as I grew up playing both. They're both really comforting games for me.

I suspect I have Autism and either BPD or bipolar. I'm in the process of trying to find a psychologist to get an assessment and confirm my suspicions, but it's hard to find anyone where I live.

The Kangel blog!

This blog is where I'll post my lighter content. It's my distraction from my actual life and is only there for me to pretend I'm someone else. This means that while I'm on the Kangel blog, I'll do things like write in American-English as it's another layer of disconnect from my real life.

There will be much less triggering content on this blog, but there will be an occasional vent post, but that will likely be written in the style of the in-game vent streams and tweets. That means it will likely be a bit dramatised to sound entertaining. Those posts will still have tagged TWs regardless.

The Ame-Chan blog!

This blog is like the priv Twitter account that Ame has in-game. Darker posts will go here, and almost everything will be a vent of some kind. If I feel it's necessary, I will also add a 'check the tags' disclaimer at the beginning of the post so you can decide whether you're in the right headspace to read that post.

This blog is essentially a public diary, which means there will be a lot of in-depth description of my current state and any retelling of past trauma. "Traumadumping" about my childhood will be kept at a minimum though.

This also means that I will occasionally post about dreams I have. I rarely have good dreams, and they're almost always some kind of dream relating to trauma. These normally have a different list of TWs to look out for (including the original list).

I will list those below:

Kidnapping

SA (sometimes explicit, but I will likely never go into those details unless I found it particularly distressing. Those will always be under different tags, though)

Running away/homelessness

Survival game type story line

Physical abandonment

Murder

There will likely be more added as this account develops.

Both blogs, but primarily the Ame one, will occasionally mention a P-Chan. This refers to two different people, but I'll never disclose which is which. This is mostly for privacy.

P-Chan 1 refers to a real-life person I know and have a semi-toxic friendship with. If the bpd allegations turn out to be right, I'd assume they're my 'favourite person'.

P-Chan 2 is fake. They don't exist. They're a character in my head who is my ideal person. They exist so that I have someone to project my unhealthy obsession onto instead of the real P-Chan. This often also means posting the intrusive thoughts I have around P-Chan.

OUTRO!!!

I tried to keep this short while having as much info about this page as needed. I hope this can be a safe space for anyone who relates to me and wants to get to know me <33

TL;DR

Mentally ill girl creates blogs to ignore her problems and vent while staying as anonymous as she can. Triggering posts galore, but it will be tagged to the best of my ability

[nothing-more-than]

✨️ A proper tour of my feeding tube!! ✨️

Putting it below a readmore link bc it'll be a little (read: very) long <3 It isn't graphic though!

The tube!! There's a little balloon in my tummy to hold the tube in, and a rubbery disc against my skin to help hold things in place. The numbers and lines on the tube are meant to tell me if my tube has slipped out/pushed further in, so I can adjust it as needed (or contact my doctor if it's a significant amount of movement). The tube isn't connected to the disc, and can move independently of it.

Then we have the tube itself, with its three chambers and ports:

The Gastric port, aka the G port, that leads to my stomach. I use this for meds crushed in water, as well as draining my stomach when I feel ill, because my tummy isn't very good at processing things I consume.

The Jejunal port, aka the J port, that leads to the beginning of my small intestines, is the one I use for my feedings. I have to flush it with water four times a day to prevent the thick formula from clogging it up.

Lastly, we have the Bal. port, aka the Balloon port. The Balloon port was just used to inflate the balloon, so I don't do anything with it. When it's time to replace my tube with a shiny new one, they'll snip the tube with a scissors, and the air will leak out of the balloon, allowing them to remove the tube.

Here we have the tube connected to the feed bag! It has a cute purple cap for the end, so I can keep my formula from leaking everywhere or getting contaminated while I stop my feedings for water flushes. I like to loop it and put it in my cute zebra print clip, to hold my tube up and shorten the length of tube I have to deal with.

The feed bag tube goes through a pump, then connects to the bag, all hung on my iv pole!

(Sorry for the shaky pic, I have pretty bad hand tremors from a medication side effect rn).

There's a screen to display my dose, rate, and how much I've consumed during my current feeding. I can just click the labelled button and it'll show me what I wanna see/adjust! It also explains whatever alarm might end up going off, such as 'NO FOOD' (when my feed bag runs out), or 'PUSH PAUSE TO START' (for when I pause a feeding and forget to continue it after I've finished whatever I was doing). Oh and it shows if it is actually running, along w how much battery life it has left! I plug it in each night after I've finished feeding for the day.

The screen does light up when it's plugged in, but I don't like dragging the cord all over the floor when I move around, so I just deal with the dim screen.

Then there's the feed bag (which will actually change now that I get pre-filled ones). The tube comes out the bottom, and at the top is a cap you can twist off to add more formula. Each bag (and tubing) is only used for one day, as it isn't sanitary enough to continue using it for more than 24 hours. The other style of bag I'll be getting can be used for 48 hours max.

Each bag can hold up to 1200ml of formula, but I only fill it half full and add the rest later, as I don't like when it's super heavy. The lines and numbers along the side show you roughly how much formula is in there, the key word here being Roughly. It's not always accurate.

BONUS: Here's my table! When I first got home, I was in so much pain I could barely move, so my bed was put in the living room, and I have a table with baskets of everything I might need. I've got headphones and gaming things, tissues, socks and headbands, my planner, and tooons of meds. I'm also borrowing my brother's grabber thing-- I use it to turn on the light behind me :3

BONUS 2: Here's a self-portrait I did shortly after I got my tube, expressing the struggle I've experienced while healing and adjusting to my new situation. It was a rough couple of weeks, but I made it through, and things are finally starting to look up now. I'm eager to start sharing the things I've learned, and what I'm still learning!

And that's it!! I hope this was interesting or helpful <3 You're welcome to ask questions about anything, either here or at my main blog @arcadian-vampire . Thank you for your time!

[napsaps-archive]

Hehehe just for you Ill give you a happy ending to this story :3 enjoy!

Its a few years after that faithful class and a few months after you graduate. But no matter how hard you try, you couldnt get that southern beauty out of your head. You tried your luck when applying for other classes, but your schedule never seemed to line up. Asking around didnt really help either, she didnt live on campus and wasnt particularly close to the people you hang out. Whatever, it wasnt a big deal! Its not like she haunts your daydreams when you should be paying attention in class and back in your room while youre sleeping. Its ok, really.

Anyways, you had the most exhausting week youve had since graduating, so you decided to treat yourself to your favorite coffee shop/bookstore. Its been awhile since youve been there. Putting on your most comfortable but still cute outfit, you head out of your apartment and set out.

Once you arrived, you got hit with the bitter coffee smell and the soothing jazz playing on the speakers. Its wasnt terribly busy, but there was still a decent line for the register. So much for an easy day. You sighed and made your way to the back of the line. You couldnt see who was manning the register but you could tell it was definitely someone newer cause usually it goes a little faster with seasoned workers. No big deal tho, you'll be sure to tip them a little extra for having to deal with customers all day.Slowly but surely, you made your way up to the register counter. You already had your order in mind, so there was no need to look up at the menu. So that left you being face to face with the cashier. Who had a...familiar face. You couldnt pin out how and where, but she looked so familiar. Gorgeous brown hair pulled back behind her cap, beautiful light green eyes, full lips that had a shine from gloss, and perfect manicured nails on top of her tablet. All in all, one of the most beautiful girls youve ever seen. But where have you seen her?

"What can I get started for you, sweetheart?"

Just from hearing her voice, all of it came rushing back to you. The biology class, being paired up and initially dreading it, fearing she would be another case of dropping all the work into you while still getting credit, actually turning out to be one of the nicest people you ever met. The girl that plagued your mind for months even after the class ended. The one you were too nervous to talk to and regretted that you missed your chance. Now shes here standing not even a foot away from you.

"Uh..you on, doll? Youre holding up the line."

Quickly breaking out of your thoughts and yelping out your order, you handed her some cash and sped walked to a empty table before groaning into your hands. Of course you had to embarrass yourself in front of her and the entire shop. Goddammit, why cant things go your way?

Eventually, your name was called from the front and you stood up to grab your cup. You took a sip and, wow. It was perfect, exactly how you liked it. Kudos to whoever made it. Lowering your cup, you noticed more writing next to your name. Confused, you turned the cup around to read what it said.

'I thought I remembered you from somewhere! LTNS cutie! Maybe we can catch up sometime? ;) xxx-xxx-xxxx'

Your cheeks burned up as you looked over at the workers counter. The two of you made eye contact and she gave you a quick wink before moving on to help her customer. Butterflies fluttered in your chest and your cheeks burned hotter. But before you could forget, you made sure to add the number to your contacts list for later.

Maybe some good came out of all this after all.

immgoinggsto theoww up shes everything to me

[formula-fun]

“Not a happy story”?????????

I was already really worried the last time you said the last chapter was going to be so full of angst. Now I’m just really really worried at the possible sequel.

Forgot to say hi first lol. Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Though I suppose overall for me who is a “life sucks so much already I’m not reading angst in my spare time”, rreereading your story so many times has sort of trained(?) me for it, because I kind of know that sitting through the pain only gave me such sweet intimacy later.

Or maybe we just have different understanding of angst? Because for me once they have established the foundation of trust that “no matter what happens we are going to be here for each other, for the championships, the pregnancies, the parenting, the long-distance relationship and the so sweet life together” , then is just growing into themselves, growing up, and growing stronger. Not to mention even if said foundation was not acknowledged out loud (yet?) they are still actually actively trying to baby trap each other hahahaha.

So I was just sort of doing rereads and calmly waiting for the next chapters, now you say the sequel(if it happens) is going to be not happy?????? They have a baby! That’s grounds for a happy story(in fiction) right???? Right??

Haha in truth I’m just ready for anything you decide really.

Hopefully your projects are coming along better, I studied finance and maths which were in no way as stressful as architecture, and I still jumped between “if they want my (tuition) money they would let me graduate right?” “What was I thinking picking this subject my brain is not built for this” and “just let me die” most of the time. Of course you would pull through!!!!!!

Xxxxxxoooooooxxxxxxooooo

Hahha helloooo!! i love that my askbox is known to be a place to say hi now dkdfjdfkjdjk dear random person somewhere in the world we are at the same stoplight and i am waving at you from my car <3 This got super long so ill put a cut line

Hmm so I think maybe angst was the wrong word then! its not gonna be a happy story in the sense that the plot wont be 'max and charles live happily ever after with a baby', theres still going to be some shit going on. Ur 100% right that there's always sweetness scattered in within that, it's not just angst for the sake of angst, and they'll at least be able to outright support each other in the sequel without like jumping through hoops to quantify what they are to each other or whatever. So in that sense maybe what i mean is more that it won't be a fun fairytale epilogue kind of vibe, there will still be stuff they need to figure out?

also this is going to sound so pretentious im so sorry but the first two fics are heavily heavily written around the idea of gender. if you cut max and charles out of the entire rest of it it's just a story about two equals who love each other and are trying to find a common language to communicate that, but once you add in gender roles and expectations and judgement it all becomes this huge fucking mess even though the core of it is something so simple. the sequel is probably going to be kind of similar, but more along the lines of defining what a family is to them outside of their own expectations or trauma. so ya sorry to summarize theres room for intimacy and happiness and love and all that but there's also a heaviness if that makes sense. Kinda like what we have now

they also have just basic issues honestly. newborns cant really fly so max cant travel with charles for a lot of the beginning of the season. charles wants to be home as much as he can but he's kinda torn between his family and his job. they miss each other! the baby misses her mom!! kinda screws with everyones head a little, especially max who grew up without a mother! they try their best but its just hard sometimes my friend

and thank youuuuu honestly that's where i'm at with school rn!! we had 3 more hours of presentations yesterday (had to do the project over the weekend) and literally as soon as the last group was done we got assigned 3 versions of a 5 floor apartment building which we have to present tomorrow? this on top of the essay due today, the other one due thursday and the third one due next tuesday??? me and my friends just looked at each other in silence and apparently we were all fantasizing about dropping out djfkdfkjdfj they're trying to weed out our class rn though and im sorry but if admin want me gone theyre going to have to kill me

anyway thank you so much my dear!!! im sorry this is one big long ramble but hopefully it answered your questions!!

[ventiffy]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 ♡ PT.2

Summary: You are a writer only passionate about science, biology (the human body s' anatomy) and anything along the lines of engineering. Your studies is only a part of your many passions and hobbies. Online you place many theorizes and questions where you wish that maybe one who takes your passion to heart could answer with an explanation. Although they never do, sometimes somebody will answer you but its with the most basic and undetailed answer ever! Until one day you come across somebody whiling to answer all your questions for only a small price..

WARNINGS !! : MENTION OF BLOOD AND GORE (warnings may change through different parts) IF YOU READ IN BETWEEN THE LINES YOULL SEE THAT HUMAN EXPERIMITATION IS MENTIONED

YES THIS POST WAS LATE, IM SORRY!! I SAID ID UPLOAD PART 2 TODAY AND I DID BUT ITS LIKE ALREADY BEEN A FULL DAY SINCE I UPLOADED THE LAST PART SO TO ME ITS LATEE!

ILL TRY TO UPDATE DAILY- PLZ REQUEST AND TELL ME YOUR FEEDBACK THANK YOUU ♡ ♡

(Forgot to add but this is a modern au and in every modern au, the place is always teyvet and the region is based from the character the fic is centered around. (For this fic, it's Dottore, a fatui harbinger, so the region is Snezhnaya!)

After exchanging numbers with the Doctor, you wondered:

" I don't quite know who this guy is.."

Maybe it was a bit too early for an introduction, he made his point clear. He didn't have time to always check if whoever he was helping asked a question through their account. The only way he could reach you was through your emails... which you rarely check just that the only time you bothered looking at the new notification was when he sent a message. The site you were using didn't have a private chat function. They had a word and comment limit per accounts per post so if somebody were to be going through a very detailed answer, they wouldn't be able to finish because of the word/character limit. So basically, in conclusion, exchanging numbers was the best idea.

Day by day, you asked questions and as promised, he answered the second you sent them. Although sometimes he'd respond later, but instead of mocking you by saying "While using basic knowledge we're able to figure that..", he'd say "Through my experimentation I figured.."

Although you didn't mind it at first. Since, he mostly answered in this manner when you questioned the success of one of your theories which was only reasonable for him to recreate your ideas to see if they function in the same ways they did when you described them while using your knowledge and imagination. The more you asked the more you wanted to start classes for biology, since your school offered some. So a few days passed and during that period you tried to convince yourself to try to get a decree in biology. Your thoughts got the best of you and so you joined, you tried to make notes of all the knowledge you had just gained on the subject just for the sake of being a bit advanced in your studies. The start of the semester came and of course the main subject of the following classes of the first part of the semester were based within the objective of learning the functions of each organ/muscle in the human body.

You had to learn which was more important and so on. Using what the functions of each organ were, you needed to figure what would happen if only 3 organs of your choice were absent in the human body. In your essay you had to write two paragraph one answering the following questions:

What are the names of the organs? If they were known under other names you needed to list them.

What are the purposes of each organ?

Where are they placed in the body?

Then you had to continue with the help of the answers you got from answering these:

How long will the body survive?

What are the side effects? What are it's effects on the rest of the body, are each part of the body connected to that organ somewhat destroyed?

Why did the absence of the organ cause those side effects?

You found it pretty easy. You searched through your textbooks and after a while you finished. But a wonder came to your head. What would've happened if the organs you didn't chose were absent. What if it was one of the many parts of the brain that got removed? Will the person act differently. Can the absence of an organ bring any form of change to the movement of limbs and the human body in general. So, you asked the Doctor. Now, you felt more comfortable knowing you knew him a lot more then before through the small conversations you had that weren't based around the subject of science.

So after a few seconds after asking that turned into minutes then hours then a few days, nothing, nothing happened. He didn't respond and your message was left on read. You didn't mind it to much since you had other priorities. And, some Doctor who could answer all sorts of questions about himself only if the questions was based on his tastes was not one of your priorities.

Aside from science, you enjoyed arts, doing anything that could satisfy your creativity while yet staying in a peaceful mindset was one of your hobbies. Why? Since you could actually concentrate. You had an average life in Snezhnaya. You knew all about the harbingers due to how many times you've heard one of your close ones talk about their accomplishments. You walked through thick and heavy snow to get to school while wearing layers upon layers of clothing due to the low temperatures of the region then in the afternoon you came back the same way that you did in the morning. Only through walking did you get anywhere. You lived in a village where you grew up in and also knew everybody due to how close the community was. But after thinking about your problem you noticed that it has been a long time since that Doctor had answered your questions. But, the time that came by ever since the day you asked for an answer raised as much as the people going missing did. Day by day more missing posters were hung up. You knew how hated your region was. But, now people are trying to kidnap the people you knew ever since you were a child? Impossible. Many things were going on in your life and it felt abnormal to say. Normally you were always at peace now, you don't know if you're going to be that kidnapper s' next victim and another issue is your everlasting worry for some person who if they were to write a book, one of their texts will suffice for one entire chapter.

But, today felt like a normal day to you. You were going to go to your classes and come back. And, that's what you did. You arrived almost late, you sat down at your seat and listened to the teacher talk about the purpose of the muscles and the name of each ones. By the end you had to come back by walking with your boots through layers of snow. And, once you came back you saw a notification on your phone announcing an up-coming message. You looked at the sender just to the "Doctor."

You jumped on your bed and read through the message. He had describe all the effects of the absence of each organ through a very long paragraph (for each organ obviously). While reading through the message, you noticed how most of them ended up having fatal side effects. He even added what will happen if the human slowly lost all their blood at once and also what would happen if different parts of the brain were to be removed. But yet again, he began his answer with the statement: "Through doing some experimentation I was able to figure.."

So, after reading that you could only ask:

"How do you do your experimentations?"

He answered seconds after:

"Well, I remark all the important organs and maybe veins and muscles and I try to compare their value with their function just to be able to find what will the human body lack of if the organ were to be destroyed. Then I see if there will be any other organ affected by this destruction and compare it to the danger of having that organ harmed indirectly by the absence of the part of the body that got taken away."

You didn't quite understand how that could possibly work. Although using your little knowledge all that he was saying before seemed believable and reliable. So, maybe this was how you can predict what will happen if an organ were to get removed from the body. After some thinking you asked:

"Can I meet you by chance, Doctor?"

"You're In Snezhnaya right?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Then, sure."

Author note: AND IM TIREEDD, so I'll stop... PT.3 MAY be uploaded tomorrow!! ♡ ♡

Thanks for reading! (Plz request)♡ ♡

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(Hello note from me, Azzy. I made this account on June 1st of this year because I felt like making a new one XD so. All 35 565 posts that are mostly reblogs? They're from the past 6 months, not a year XDDD)

I posted 35,565 times in 2022

That's 35,565 more posts than 2021!

92 posts created (0%)

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#pla - 190 posts

#azzy grows - 97 posts

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#posts i must always reblog - 69 posts

#pkmn - 55 posts

#eyestrain - 40 posts

#unreality - 40 posts

#questionable breaking bad knowledge - 30 posts

#dc resources - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i love being mentally ill its so fun to be screaming and cryong and having a panic attack which makes u whip ur phone at the nearest noises

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

How does one express non-romantic attraction??

Like I'm making a list of hot pkmn trainers but I'm not attracted to them in the crush/romantic/sexual sense. I think it's like... Aesthetic attraction? But I don't know how to express it :(

I'm just like "awooga hot person they r so sexy mwah mwah" but I'm not attracted to them in a crush/rom/sx kinda way!!! And obviously people misinterpret what I mean because of the language I'm using :(

How the heck do ppl verbalize those kinds of feelings properly ( TTⁿTT ) /genq

45 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#4

Hey yalls, guess who wrote a Danny Phantom one-shot (4k words) that I'm extremely proud of!!! Even if ya ain't into DP, I'd appreciate if you read it & dropped a kudos and commented, because I'm honestly in love with this so much!!!!

Focuses on a confrontation between Danny and Wesley Weston involving Danny's secret identity woooo~

Warning for; panic attacks, descriptions of inhuman appearances (Eldritch!Danny my beloved), & mentions of death!

It's the longest fic I've written to date (I thought a multichapter WIP I wrote in 2018 was longer. I was wrong. That was only 3.5k), and I'm thrilled at the outcome!!

I'm the kind of person who enjoys their own writing (and forgets what I've written after a few days), so when I read it over pre-posting, I was smiling and giggling the whole time. I even screamed from excitement at it (I was on call, and my friends gotta hear me freaking out as I read my own writing XD)!

So, yeah. I really hope you enjoy, because I sure as hell did!

51 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

#3

I just discovered «Ridgeside Village» (a Stardew Valley mod) and oh my gods it looks so good!!! The mod adds so much to explore, both new areas and new villagers!!!

Plus, it's compatible with Stardew Valley Expanded (Expanded edits the existing valley for the most part, while Ridgeside Village adds a whole new map outside of Pelican Town)!!!

(If y'all like SDV Expanded, or mods that do similar things, please check out Ridgeside Village if you haven't already!!!)

52 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

#2

It's kinda sad to know a good handful of people who've played Stardew Valley haven't played (or heard of) Harvest Moon. Maybe it's just a generational thing, but whenever I've gotten my friends into SDV, I always ask if they know Harvest Moon first. Literally always no.

ANYWAYS if you like Stardew Valley, please check out the Story Of Seasons line (the new name for Harvest Moon games), the Harvest Moon games before DS, or Harvest Moon A New Beginning (3DS)

OR if you like the fighting in SDV as well as the farming bits, I've heard the Rune Factory series is pretty good :D

103 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sometimes I wish I could love in the way others could.

To look at someone and just know. To feel the warmth and joy, and desire to be with someone forever.

But my feeling of love comes in different forms.

Sitting outside and playing my ukulele, while the squirrels and chipmunks watch, and the birds chirp along.

The tickle of eyelashes blinking against cheeks, and the fuzzy giggles that brew inside.

Telling someone a secret which you're sure they would never speak to you again over, only for them to tell you it's okay, and that they still care about you.

A stray (or just sassy) cat letting you pet them, no matter how brief the moment may be.

Walking around a night-fallen city with your friend, illuminated by the neon signs, and high on life.

Doodling something that turns out even a little better than you were expecting, brightening up the rest of your day.

Reading a story that overwhelms you with so many feelings that you have to scream, because the world deserves to know how you feel.

Maybe I can't feel love in the way others might. I think that's alright, though, because I notice all the other ways I feel love. And I think I love that even more.

633 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

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MY INTRODUCTION POST!!! >:]

HELLO HELLO HELLO HIII HIII HIIIIIIIIIIII HELLOOOO!!!!!!!!!

THE NAME'S MUGS, OR OCTOBER!!! i have other names (see them at my pronouny!) but honestly anyone can call me anything, peepeepoopoo man (/gn) even/j AS LONG AS IT ISNT ANYTHING LIKE "dumbass bitch whos an ass" IM GOOD

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why you got a 12 car garage if you only got 15 CARS?!

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@pinkcorruption-verysillyedition: TPC incorrect quotes!! :D

@cats-turn-naturally-pink-somehow: TPC warriors au😭yea thats it,,

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my fandoms!!

The Pink Corruption (+ Just Shapes & Beats in general)

Warriors/Warrior Cats (been a fan since i was a wee timny wimny babie :3)

Cuphead

Stray

Hilda (The Series)

uuuh,,, my fav chars!!!!

Cube

Gold (he only has like 4 lines of dialogue in canon TPC right now but he just like me fr :D)

Tsavorite

Cyanide

Heli

Pyrare

Spheer

Lythorus

Mugman (oh wow who did i get my name from??? what a mystery/j)

Cagney Carnation

Clementine

Seamus

B-12

Longtail

Bluestar

Graystripe

Ravenpaw

Sandstorm

Yellowfang

Cinderpelt

Littlecloud

Goldenflower

Ferncloud

Hawkfrost

Feathertail

Squirrelflight

Leafpool

Daisy

Hollyleaf

Lionblaze

Ivypool

Mapleshade

Needletail

Violetshine

Alderheart

Gray Wing

Turtle Tail

Jagged Peak

Thunder

River Ripple

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Alfur

The Great Raven

Frida

Woodman

Kaisa

Twig

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[angelicmichael]

Hoax - Prologue

Michael Langdon x Mallory

Summary: After failing to kill murder house Michael; Mallory must travel back in time to Sojourn era to try again. However; she finds to her horrific discovery that jumping through time repeatedly does not come without its consequences.

Words: 3.0k+

Warnings: Death, They both almost die (or do die) so.. a lot of describing wounds and nearly dying and that jazz ✌🏻, major wounds, lowkey a dark fic, Mallory discusses wanting to kill Michael and finds celebrates it??, angst, Mallory goes and sees his dead body, blood

A/N: this takes place right after Mallory drives away from Michael in the finale btw!! I literally didnt intend on making it this dark but it just happened LOL. I feel like most of the dark stuff is vague so.. it should still be chill. This is the first time ive written millory/character x character so please go easy on me!! I also tried to follow canon and stay accurate to details the best I could but knowing me I probably fucked up somehow LMAO but enjoy 💖💖 major plot twist is coming in the next chapter btw! Also Mallorys thots are italicized.

As soon as Mallory drove away; she knew nearly immeadietly that it was too good to be true. Things could never be this fucking easy.

She felt a pit in her stomach almost instantaneously once she was in the year 2015; Even though she couldnt decipher if the anxiety was a warning or something else.. She continued on with the dark destiny she was put on this earth to fulfull.. to kill the antichrist.

Even though she was fully aware of this; and had come to terms with what she had to do - she learned the hard way that it didnt seem to make things easier at all; like how she dreamed it would. Although, even now as she continued to speed away from the infamous 'murder house', the drop in her stomach seemed to only grow; along with her self doubt.

Was he really dead??

Did I really do it??

She knew that the answer to both of those questions should be yes; but the longer she remained driving in her car, getting farther and farther away from where the incident had occured.. she knew something was wrong.

Mallory suddenly jolted the steering wheel into a sharp left; continuing to turn it until she was doing U-Turn.. She couldnt help but to feel completly bewildered at her own actions - never doing something so impulsive, like going back to a crime scene let alone commit murder, in her life.

Although Mallory felt a bit disgusted with her recent previous actions; she couldnt help but imagine how disgusted she would feel with herself if she didnt pull this off. She mulled over the previous thoughts she had had about this moment and how dreamed it would feel; she thought she would feel joy, elated, and at peace but.. instead she still felt as if she was being suffocated by his presence.

He wasnt gone. Not yet.

She pressed her foot down on the gas, she knew she hadn't gone too far away from Michael's residence yet it seemed as if it was a millenia away. The task she was supposed to complete was starting to seem more and more increasingly impossible the less distance was put between them.

If running him over with a car three times wasnt enough to kill him, whose to say anything else would? What if Constance had brought him inside?? What if she was still out there with him?? Mourning?

Mallory wasnt a monster; she wasnt going to tear away a dying boy from his grandmother in his (hopefully) final moments, even if he was the antichrist.

She felt as if she was a total loss for what to do; which made her grow sick to her stomach because she knew that was a cruel form of denial. She was destined for this moment; every moment thus far had led up to this.. so why did she feel like such a failure? Her thoughts grew more foggy and distant with panic; her throat became entirely dry as she slowed the car down. The murder house now in view; the first thing she noticed.

The red bricks and stained glass windows shined brightly in the sun. The house, which Mallory was sure typically looked beautiful, radiated a terrifying aura.. even more so this time versus when she was here only a mere minutes ago. The expanse and exterior of the house was intimidating; it held a certain danger to it that she couldnt pinpoint her finger on where the source came from.. it certainly was not Michael. Mallory knew that even if he wasnt dead; his powers would fade out for atleast a few minutes from being so wounded.

Mallory stopped the car once she saw Michael's dead body; which still resided in the middle of the road. Her feelings of panic and nausea only amplified once she saw his body -  her gaze lingering upon it. She approached him with no hesitation; she could nearly feel that he was gone.. his spirit momentarily missing.. somewhere else.

She studied him carefully and nearly pitifully as she crouched down to kneel next to his body. His body was littered and splattered with bright red wounds. His pants looked as if they were dip dyed in red paint; His once pale skin along with the majority of his clothes was covered in a bright red splatter. Long, dark red lacerations decorated his face. His mouth was still agape; his once white teeth were coated in the same shade of red his clothes were.

Even though he looked absolutely horrible; Mallory still felt absolutely no remorse for the antichrist. Knowing what he would become, and his sick ways of manipulation deserved no mercy. However, knowing only seconds ago he was nothing but a mere bloody, suffering child.. she couldnt help but to not fight the tears she felt budding at her eyes; letting one slide down her cheek before quickly wiping it away - she knew it was naive to assume she wasnt being watched.

Mallory wasnt stupid - she knew her powers and what she was capable of, like the back of her hand by now. The past few months practically consisted of her testing and expanding on her limits... She knew that healing Michael in this exact moment wasnt out of the question. In fact, it almost seemed to be more difficult to restrain herself from healing him.. but she knew better.

He deserves to fucking suffer. He deserved to rot in his personal hell; wherever that may be.

She couldnt help but to nearly laugh at the thought that he finally got what was fucking coming to him.

Mallory could feel herself shaking with how close she was to Michael now. She couldnt stand how he made her feel when they were this close - almost touching.

She now was kneeling next to his body on the concrete, her knees aching from the rough surface but she couldnt go just yet. Not when she still had no fucking clue where to go from here.

The world seemed as if it came to stand still; nothing seemed like it existed outside of the small bubble that Mallory felt her and Michael were suddenly trapped in.. The birds stopped singing, no cars happened to drive by.. everything just stopped.

All the spirits and souls that Mallory could feel that were trapped within the grounds of the house, didnt bother to make a appearance either. But she knew they were still there... she could still feel their eyes on her. Watching; waiting.

The sun's warmth, which normally Mallory chose to bask in, was starting to make her itch. She could feel her skin start to moisten with sweat.. Instinctively she knew that her sudden newfound state of being uncomfortable was her cue to leave... To go where though? She wasnt sure.

Why am I still here? If everything had happened correctly; if I really killed him.. then why havent I woken up yet??

Mallory continued to stare at him grimly; not quite brave enough to speak but still managing to maintain the courage to sit by him and look at the damage she caused. The most jarring feature of Michael's current appearance would be his eyes. Mallory couldnt help but to stare at them; and it certainly wasnt because they were beautiful.

His once vibrant, sky blue, irises were now starting to look oddly dull. A faint, milky white color looked as if it were painted over them instead.

His skin was now a bruised white; Mallory shakily extended out her hand - pressing the back of her knuckles softly to his forearm. She wanted to see how cold his body was; and when she made contact - she pulled her hand back so fast as if it had been burned. She hissed, the coolness of his skin stunned her. She stared at his body intensely - shocked that she even dared to touch him, let alone even stick around for this long. 

The sounds Michael started to make is what finally drove Mallory to wake up out her near trance she found herself amidst in and to realize the reality of the situation. After minutes of silence and stillness, and sure death, Michael's chest finally started to move. The amount at which his chest moved was nearly minuscule at first; but he was recovering rather quickly.. too fucking quickly for Mallorys liking.

It was almost sickly ironic how Mallorys chest started to move faster and faster as soon as Michael's did; she couldn't help but to feel entirely panicked. The rest of her emotions; her thoughts; her feelings; everything that used to make up her was now fleeting.. rapidly leaving until as she could focus on was the oxygen briskly escaping her.

She watched the color from his skin start to return; the off putting stark whiteness leaving and a very subtle pink gracing his skin tone. More noticeably; she observed how the color in his lips and eyes returned back.. almost appearing normal.

She unconsciously found herself rising; panic still occupying all of her senses. She quickly unfolded her legs and steadied herself as she stood up.. One thought and one thought only rang through her mind like a sick mantra..

I need to get the fuck out of here.

Mallory tried to gasp as she suddenly felt her throat grow incredibly dry; she let out a desperate dry cough. Her eyes started to tear up unwillingly as she felt a enormous amount of self doubt suddenly surge into the core of her being - the feeling slipping momentarily into her soul.

The world around her began to spin and melt away simultaneously; until she felt her physical body melt away from Michael and the Murder House incredibly rapidly before she could even fully process what was happening.

She felt the harsh coldness of the bath tub water for a split second before she emerged; the black water engulfing her as she stayed partially concealed within the water. Immeadietly she found herself gasping and gagging on her tongue from not being able to breath possibly fast enough... The next thing she felt was otherworldly pain. She felt so much fucking pain.

Mallory gripped the edge of the bathtub until her fingertips turned white and her nails threatened to split. She stayed like that for a moment; spitting and gasping, trying to find a way to consume as much oxygen as possible while managing the nearly unimaginable pain. Her entire body throbbed but her eyes felt a different pain; a sickly stinging.

Keeping her posture and preventing herself from slipping entirely back into the black water was a fucking mission in itself, she quickly learned. She didnt even bother to pretend to be quiet.. Her breaths and groans were far too loud to even begin to ignore.

Is Michael still alive?  Where is Myrtle?

Mallorys lungs seemed to return to normal capacity after a while, her gasping decreased until she was utterly and completely quiet. She arose from the water as quietly as she possibly could, biting her lip to prevent making any additional noise from the sudden cold air she felt against her body.. stinging and torturous..

Her eyes still ached, bringing her hands instinctively to her eyes to stop the pain - she realized ones of her hands was still balled into a fist.. holding onto something.

Was that.. is that MICHAELS hair??

Mallory stared at the once curly, perfectly golden strands of hair that lie in her balled up fist in complete horror - it was now a dark red from the blood that had washed off her skin and into the water.

There was no way this was HIS hair. It had to be someone elses; anyone elses! She refused to believe that she was holding onto anything that belonged or had to do with Michael... complete disgust and delirium rendered her from thinking that.

Her first instinct was to drop the hair; but something told her to keep holding onto the lock, it would only serve her well in the future.

Her vision was inky with blood; dark red clouding her vision and making her feel even more impaired and utterly hopeless then she already felt.. even with the large wound still gaping and bleeding from her stomach. Her stomach wound made her entire body ache, trying to stay conscious was a fight within itself.

It happened again. I failed.

She wasnt sure if she was just being cynical or if her thoughts were even to be trusted anymore when she was in this state.. she only knew she wanted this horrible nightmare to be fucking over with already. She wanted to wake up in Robichauxs and see her sisters; Misty, Madison, Queenie, Zoe and more than anyone.. Cordelia... Oh fuck.

Cordelia... She was still dead.. because of me.

Mallory blinked slowly a few times; taking her free hand and wiping as much blood away from her face and eyes as she could - just enough so she could fully take in her surroundings.

If she could feel her stomach; she was sure she would feel it drop because as much as she looked, she saw no one. Absolutely no one. Tears slipped down her cheeks but they werent bloody anymore. She knew she was completely fucked; he had her cornered.

Well not literally anyways. He still managed to lurk somewhere within the vast empty walls of Outpost Three; most likely looking for her.. but he had to know she was fatally wounded.. right? 

That's when out of the thick silenceness, she heard the first sign of life. Loud; but distant heavy footsteps.

Michael.

She knew she was fucked right away. She could almost feel his spirit itself within Hawthorne; the feeling slowly flowing to her until it forced her to be frozen. Petrified, still sopping wet and with some left over blood dripping off her chin - she knew what she had to do.. and she only had seconds to do it. Mallory knew he was approaching closer and closer the longer she stood docile in the bathtub.. like a idiot.

She took deep, heavy breaths. Fully; for the first time, cherishing the feeling of oxygen in her lungs - knowing that she very well might not make it out alive. Preforming time travel once alone was a enormous feat; but she had already done it twice.. but three times?

The thought simultaneously scared and excited her; she continued take deep breaths before relaxing. Closing her eyes and focusing; searching for a moment in Michael's history to go back too.

There had to be another time Michael was weak besides when he was with Constance at the murder house.. Another time that he felt abandoned.. lost.. confused..

She swallowed as she felt and focused on the soft strands of hair that she held onto; trying to search desperately for the answer that she needed as she took the next step and plunged herself under the water, first barely managing to weakly whisper, "tempus infinituum".

The water tore at her skin as she felt herself letting go from the past reality... slowly yet rapidly her senses seemed to all melt away at once before she was floating- until nothing.

Suddenly Mallory opened her eyes, blinking as she kept calm as she adjusted to her new surroundings.. an open, nearly empty forest was what welcomed her as she slowly spun around.

The smell of pine leaves and the heavy scent of the forest consumed her senses. She first felt calm and at peace; the forest was beautiful. She almost felt tempted to forget about what she came here to do and to lose herself within the sea of greenery but.. something was terribly wrong.

More so; someone was here.

Mallory first stood still; puzzled as to why she was now standing in a vacant forest with pine needles at her feet.

She didnt dare say a word out loud, just in case, but she knew she was waiting for something before she dared to take a step.. she was waiting for a sign. She didnt bat a eye when she felt a soft, warm breeze tousle her hair forward. She felt it continue to crash against her body - almost like soft waves crashing upon rocks. She felt it on her warm skin; her skin getting goosebumps as she knew what this meant. She was getting her sign.

This is it. Is he here?

Mallory giggled at the mere thought; the anticipation and glee of imagining how this nightmare perhaps could be over in the near future was making her experience true euphoria.

She began to walk through the forest; passing several trees as she searched for what she was yearning for. The breeze was far gone by now but she knew to keep going; to keep looking. She looked at the forest landscape that lie ahead of her; a sea of moss and blended greens and blues. The forest didnt have the same magic it typically held though; something was missing.

It was because she was getting closer to him.

Mallory had to suppress a scream as she suddenly felt herself step on something that wasnt the forest floor. She felt a painful shiver run directly down her spine, almost as if someone was running a blade down her back. She was becoming consumed with panic once more; and with the sudden realization what was happening.. What this meant.

It was pure reflex which caused her to take a step back; even before she had the opportunity to look down and confirm her suspicions, she knew exactly what she had stepped on. A body.

She quickly looked down at what she had stepped on - not able to take the anonymity of the individual any longer.. and of course..

I fucking knew it.

She recognized who it was immeadietly, curly blonde hair that was mangled with dirt and a typical black outfit.. it was too easy to guess the identity of the body. He was face down, his body sprawled out unnaturally and in a uncomfortable manner..

It was once again; Michael Langdon.

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