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[talesoftheclaninthemountains]

Moon 13

Aircricket trotted into camp with glee, having caught a desert hare right at the edge of the Duneclan border. It was on Crystalclan's side, so who cared. The gleeful she-cat took her kill to the nursery, Where Quailglare and Ripplenoise were tending to Doestar's newest kit, Longkit, while Deerscreech was resting. He had fought off a pack of rats trying to steal from the fresh kill pile a few sunrises ago, and was recovering from his injuries. When Aircricket dropped the hare in front of Deerscreech, she gave a smug grin, "Check out this juicy hare I caught," Aircricket purred, "Well go on! Take a bite! How that Thrushpaw is an apprentice, you can finally take a break from Doestar's kits."

"Longkit is here," Deerscreech shook his head, grateful that Ripplenoise was taking over his duties while he recovered. "You're eating with me, right?"

"Of course! You would get a belly ache if you ate that hare by yourself!" Aircricket snickered before sitting beside her brother. As the two ate, Aircricket decided some gossip was in order. "You know, if I were Doestar, I would have chased Egret out of the territory, not invite her into the clan! What was he thinking?!"

"Egret was being followed by her ex-mate," Deerscreech hummed, "If she was scared of him enough to leave her kit here, imagine the danger she would have been in if she hadn't."

"Then she should have joined WITH her kit," Aircricket huffed, "And now she's pretending to be a mother again. If you ask me, she lost that right."

Deerscreech only sighed in reply to Aircricket's anger, but part of him began to wonder if his sister was right. Then he thought about their own mother, Swiftleaf. She gave up he and Aircricket to keep her kits safe from Duneclan, but remained in Duneclan. "Are you upset at Swiftleaf?" Deerscreech asked.

"What?! No!" Aircricket hissed as her fur bristled, "Of course not! Mom was deputy, she had no choice but to stay." Deerscreech frowned, seeing how Aircricket was, once again, defending their mother's actions. "Egret has no place here," Aircricket concluded, "If it were up to me, I would exile her."

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Thrushkit -> Thrushpaw

Egert -> Joined the Clan

Longkit -> A white and brown tabby tom.

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DEMO

last updated: 6/5/25 (prologue + chapter 1; 9k+ words)

What's under your skin? What sets you apart? ...Is it why you're hunted?

Being hunted isn't for the weak.

You've been on the run for the majority of your life, though it seems to only get more and more frequent as you age. You're a shapeshifter, whose bones, muscles and skin twist and stretch to transform, and it's why you've been looking over your shoulder all this time.

You've had to leave your family behind when you discovered you were a shapeshifter, sent to live with your aunt – but even then you'd lost her, forced to flee when Officers from the Agency of Public Safety and Threat Containment (PSTC) came knocking on your door.

They hunted your kind, and though you weren't sure what they'd do to you once captured, the rumours of holding cells and collars doesn't make you eager to find out. They're who you've been running from all this time, the one who caused no place to be truly safe, and is the reason why you're alone.

That is, till you end up in the town of Arden Grove and meet other shapeshifters like yourself. Do you trust them? Will they stay? Or would you end up alone once again?

Play as female, male, non-binary, transmasc, transfem and more; and gay, straight, bi, aro or ace.

Customise your appearance, pronouns, name, etc.

Befriend, romance or maybe antagonise the characters you meet.

Play as a shapeshifter and choose from 5 animal forms (deer, bear, eagle, wildcat and fox) which will impact your life.

Make decisions as to how to survive in a world where the government is against you.

Victoria Beaumont (she/her) *not for transmasc or male MCs

Quiet on her feet, you'd never see her coming till she was next to you, signature grin on those painted red lips of hers. You swear those pale green eyes of hers glow in the dark, reminiscent of her animal form, a leopard,'s.

Victoria is 23, with long blonde hair and pale green eyes. You can find her wearing a lot of leopard print funnily enough, and she seems to prefer clothing reminiscent of the 2000s.

Blaine Lastor (she/her; he/him)

Blaine is not a trusting person, not in a world where shapeshifters are hunted down. She/ He has been cautious from the start, watching her/ his words around you, standing in corners and quietly observing.

Blaine is 23, and M!Blaine has a buzz cut while F!Blaine has braids. No matter what gender Blaine is however, she/ he has warm brown eyes. Blaine doesn't really care about clothing, mostly picking whatever is comfortable and available. She/ He wears a lot of compression shirts, though.

Elexis Xu (徐雅莉) (he/they)

Quiet and introverted, you can find Elexis in corners of rooms, watching people quietly and dreaming up his next art piece. He seems friendly enough, taking a curiosity to you, and you've even made him laugh. Still, it feels like he isn't as open as he seems.

Elexis is 22, and has long white hair and brown eyes. His white hair changes from season to season, like his coat as an arctic fox, with new black hair growing from underneath. He likes to wear loose and comfortable clothing, though his favourites are sweaters and baggy pants.

Seraph Windsor (she/her; they/them; he/him)

Seraphina/ Seraph/ Seraphin is the definition of an enigma. Popping next to you mid-gala and leaving you with more questions than answers, their smile and deposition is one of the most memorable things about them. Victoria however, warns you to stay away from them, but the real question is, can you?

Seraph is 24 and has curly brown hair and amber eyes. F!Seraph keeps her hair long, preferring to keep it in a half-up, half-down updo; while both Agender!Seraph and M!Seraph leaves it as it is (left down and short, respectively). Seraph is often wearing some sort of expensive clothing, whether it is a branded one, or made personally by fashion designers themselves, and it reflects their unique tastes.

Brooks Sinclair (he/him)

Shapeshifters and PSTC Officers do not mix... though Brooks seem to be one of the exceptions. You have no choice but to work with him, if only to stay free, and he seems just as reluctant to work with you. Still, can you really trust such a high-ranking Officer?

Brooks is 21 and has tousled brown hair and blue eyes, ones that remind you of the sea. He seems to dress casually out of uniform, and you have to say, his style isn't all that bad.

special route: a poly route between f! or agender!seraph x victoria x mc

moodboards | RO paths

Please head the trigger warnings stated below and in the IF itself. The list is non-exhausive and you are welcome to send an ask for me to add to the list. Player discretion is advised.

As of Prologue and Chapter 1 (or what is written so far),

Cursing

Dead bodies

Violence

Possible body horror

Morally questionable behaviour *the list will grow as i write

NSFW asks are also tagged with #uos: nsfw so beware!

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[ktownshizzle]

Nerd & Nerdier | Chapter 6

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader, Jeon Wonwoo x reader; endgame? x reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Attempt At Comedy, Roommates au, Love triangle

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Moving in with two introverts should have been easy. Not when it’s Min Yoongi and Jeon Wonwoo, who decide they both want you. Unhinged, awkward, and nerdy as hell, they proceed to compete for your attention in the most unnecessarily dramatic fashion that culminates into a… rap battle.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Wildly gratuitous, 100% chance you’ll fall in love with both of them so that’s a problem, no mxm dynamics to be expected

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter Warnings: Kissing, angst, hearts will be broken - sorry :(, wonwoo’s request is kinda fucked up and MC should NOT have done it tbh but alas this is a fanfic, we’re coming close to the end :(

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.9k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: March 22, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: OmG writing this made me kinda sad, but angst-lovers, do enjoy this mild slice of UGH! Thanks, Cathy Jae and Aqua for your feedback <3

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5

Of all days for Wonwoo to emerge shirtless from the bathroom, it had to be today. Today when you had told yourself that a decision had to be made. It wasn’t like you to drag things out. Not when, in your heart of hearts, you already knew the answer.

“Wonwoo,” you start, your eyes failing to stop itself from trailing that bead of water from his jaw down to his pecs. You clear your throat. “Do you have time to talk later?”

“Umm.” Wonwoo doesn’t meet your glance, rubbing a towel against his damp hair. You don’t miss the way his shoulders stiffen ever so slightly like he already got a sense where you were going with this ‘talk’. 

“Yeah, sure.” If that ain't the most non-committal sure you’ve ever heard.

“We can get coffee later? In that place you really like…” you suggest.

“Mhm. Later…”

Except later never comes and it’s been three days of Wonwoo actively avoiding you.

He’s been holed up in his room for longer than usual. He suddenly has a thousand things to do. Streaming late into the night, conveniently stepping out whenever you’re in the living room, suddenly having plans whenever you suggest one. It’s actually becoming annoying.

This afternoon, you promise yourself to rip the band-aid off and corner him as soon as you can.

Yoongi comes home in three days from his writing bootcamp, and there’s nothing else you want to do than surprise him with good news. But you need to talk to Wonwoo first.

The moment Wonwoo’s door creaks open, you don’t hesitate. You stand from the couch, determined, walking straight toward him.

“Jeon Wonwoo.” You had to whip the government name out.

His eyes go wide—like a deer caught in headlights. “Noona!” His voice pitches slightly, and you can see the exact second he considers turning back into his room.

You grab his wrist. “Stop avoiding me, please,” you pout slightly, letting him go to place your arms across your chest. “I’m this close to attempting to chat with you during your stream, but I don’t want to be flamed by your fangirls.”

Wonwoo exhales sharply, like he knew this was inevitable. He walks back inside his room, tilting his head for you to follow.

You don’t come into Wonwoo’s space a whole lot, but what you always liked are the shelves he put up with his toy collection. It told a lot about his playful personality, even though on the outside he seems a little reserved. A pair of headphones is resting on his desk beside his monitor, screensaver flickering dimly in the dark. A hoodie—one you’ve seen him wear a hundred times—draped over the back of his chair, sleeves twisted like he’d taken it off in a hurry. His bed is unkept, like he just rolled out of it before you pounced on him.

“So…” he starts, patting the cushion beside him, a gesture for you to sit.

You do. But now that you finally have his attention, your throat dries up. Where do you even start?

Wonwoo sighs, leaning on his palms behind him. “I feel like I know where this is going, noona.”

You swallow audibly, eyes glued to the swirly screensaver on his monitor as you try to recall what you meant to say. The words are there, waiting, but they feel impossibly heavy.

Still, you inhale sharply and press on.

“I really care about you, Wonwoo. I really do. You’re so kind, so thoughtful—” You hesitate, throat tightening, but you know you have to finish. "But I—"

“No.”

Huh?

He stands up suddenly, jaw clenched, and then he points at you with a slight huff. “You owe me, noona.” The shift in his tone makes your stomach turn. He’s not angry. Not accusing. But there’s something raw in his voice—something desperate, something pleading.

He meets your gaze, unflinching.

"You promised you’d owe me for that book we got."

“What?” You blink. Then it hits you. The bookstore non-date. The way he ambushed you by paying for your novel before you even reached for your wallet.

But why is he bringing this up now?

“I’m cashing in on the favor,” he says, voice softer. “Just one more date. Let me try again.”

You’re unable to speak. This was not how you imagined this to go. He kneels in front of you, gripping your arms gently, firmly. “Please?”

Your heart squeezes.

Because you should say no. You should be firm, clear, honest. One more date won’t change anything. You know it.

And yet, the way his eyes flicker with the tiniest bit of hope makes something inside you crack.

Your mouth betrays you. “…Okay.”

The next day, Wonwoo takes you somewhere quiet—somewhere with no distractions, no Yoongi, no impending decisions waiting to be made.

It’s a hilltop just outside the city, the kind of place you wouldn’t have known existed if not for Wonwoo. Above you, the sky stretches wide, an expanse of dark velvet dotted with stars that feel just a little closer than usual.

He lays out a blanket, sits beside you, and pulls out a tiny telescope he borrowed just for the night. You watch as he carefully adjusts the lens, angling it toward the sky. He gestures for you to take a look, murmuring something about a nebula just faintly visible this time of year.

But your mind is elsewhere. To Yoongi’s picnic date.

You try to focus on the constellations, they’re gorgeous, but you can’t ignore the way Wonwoo keeps looking at you instead.

You try to enjoy the drinks and sandwiches you bought from the Compose you stopped by along the way, but the sandwich is a bit stale and the iced coffee’s gone watery.

You try. Really, you do.

His lips part, hesitating—like there’s something he desperately wants to say but keeps swallowing back down. 

And then, finally, he lets out a resigned breath. "Is there really no chance for me?"

His voice is softer than usual, but the weight of his words feels heavier than anything he’s ever said to you before.

You turn your head, and he’s already watching you. You open your mouth, but the words stick in your throat. Because no matter how you say it, the answer is the same.

"I’m so sorry."

He exhales sharply. A quiet, humorless laugh escapes him as he tilts his head back toward the sky.

"I knew," he murmurs, nodding to himself like he’s confirming what he had already suspected. "I think I always knew."

You don’t say anything. What could you possibly say?

But when he reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, you don’t stop him.

His grip is firm, but there’s a slight tremor there, like he’s holding on as tightly as he can before he has to let go.

So you let him. Just for tonight.

Your drive back to the apartment is quiet. Not uncomfortable, not awkward—just a silence heavy with the knowledge that this is the end. When you reach your apartment’s parking lot, the night air is cool, crisp against your skin, but it’s not the reason you feel like you can’t quite catch your breath.

Wonwoo’s fingers get tangled with yours again and even though you both know this shouldn’t be, neither of you moves to break the contact.

The apartment is dark when you step inside, lit only by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. You don’t know why neither of you turned on the lights. 

You both hesitate, standing in the living room like neither of you knows what to do now. Like this is where the change happens. Like the moment you do turn on the lights, a new era begins.

Wonwoo exhales, shifting slightly, rubbing the back of his neck before finally turning to you. His eyes flicker over your face, and for a moment, he just looks. Like he’s trying to memorize every last detail before it’s too late.

"Noona."

His voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to send something trembling through your chest.

He swallows hard, hesitating—then his lips part again, voice lower this time. 

"Pretend I’m him."

You almost flat-line.

"Can you?" His voice wavers slightly, and there’s something desperate in the way he says it. "Just this once. Please?”

You stiffen. "Wonwoo—I can’t. We shouldn’t…"

"I just… I just want to know what it’d feel like if you loved me, too."

His hands curl into fists at his sides, like he’s fighting the urge to reach for you. But the way he looks at you—it’s almost unbearable.

Because just like yesterday you should have said no. You should stop this before it gets worse, and you hurt him more than you already have.

But wouldn’t it be a mercy if you did as he asked?

For the last time?

So you do.

You pretend.

You step closer, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing gently against the smooth plane of his jaw. His lashes flutter at the touch, and his breath hitches—like this alone is enough to unravel him.

You whisper the words meant for someone else.

"You make me feel safe."

Wonwoo’s throat bobs. His grip on you tightens, fingers digging into your arms.

"You make me feel alive."

His breathing is shaky now, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes, searching.

"I knew from the start… it was you."

A harsh, uneven exhale leaves him. His hands tremble.

And then, before you can take it back, before you can stop it, Wonwoo kisses you. He grips your face tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll be gone before he can remember this. You want to pull away, you really do. But then you feel something warm against your cheek.

A tear. Wonwoo is crying.

And your heart breaks.

Because if this is all you can give him—one last mercy, one last lie—you let him have it.

So you kiss him back. Soft. Slow. Not real, but kind enough to feel like it. His fingers press into your skin, trembling slightly, and for the first time, you feel just how much this means to him. How much it’s going to hurt.

When you finally pull away, a draft suddenly chills your skin, seeps into your bones.

Wonwoo shivers. You frown slightly.

And then, your gaze drifts… 

To the wide open door. To the two bags. To the bundle of flowers abandoned by the hallway.

Your stomach drops.

Wonwoo follows your gaze and his entire body stiffens.

And just like that, you realize.

You weren’t alone.

Yoongi was here.

And now—he isn’t.

Chapter 7: The Finale >

A/N: Dun dun dun!!! WHERE THE FUCK HAS YOONGI GONE?? And is he gonna want to surface soon? (When art imitates life ffr...)

Tell me what you thought about the chapter? Wonwoo baby I am SO SORRY but... yeah, I have no reasons....

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His Flower Part.2

•🪽⛓️‍💥🌼🍑•

Summary: You moved away for a few years but you missed home, missed you brother Opie when you find out your sister in law died you move back to charming, what you didn’t expect was to be sucked into their world, but meeting a certain Scotsman changes everything

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Warning: Age Gap, violence, 18+

Part.1

•Masterlist•

I’m not stupid or naive, I know what the MC does I grew up around it even if dad and Opie tried to keep me from it, but that’s what they do and I have no right to complain, matter of fact I kinda like it, they’re badasses and right now the sight I’m seeing is throwing my system into over drive

The guys had just got back from a fight with the niners, some guys roughed up, when Chibs came and slouched on the couch next to me I wanted to jump his bones, his hands bloody, a cut and bruise sporting his cheek and those scars did something to me

He huffs as he rolls his head towards me a smirk evident on his face

“Aye lassy is me getting my ass beat making yer panties wet” god this man had a filthy mouth

“Let me patch you up” I quickly grab the aid kit and start cleaning and wrapping his hands, disinfecting the cut I can’t help but move closer feeling like a deer under a coyotes stare, his eyes never leaving my face

“You know I think you might have a starting problem” I snicker as I throw the bloody wipes on the table across from us

“And I think ye enjoy it, think ye want any excuse ta touch me” his accent thick

“Well maybe if you were working on trying to win me over I wouldn’t have to find an excuse Scotsman” I can see the gears turning behind his eyes and a devilish smirks widens accentuation his scars and I can’t help but gently trace my thumb along his right cheek and he falters leaning into my touch

“Aye darlin keep doing stuff like this I might have ya keep ye all to myself”

“Let me take ye for a ride on my bike” I know riding on a man’s bike was serious, especially in this group

“Really?” I feel sparks ignite in my chest

“Come on baby girl, this’ll be the first challenge maybe ye can reward me after” he sends a wink as he takes my hand and leads me outside as the guys whistle as we leave, the night is warm and the only sound is cars passing by, he sits on his bike handing me a helmet, I’m hesitant to get on and he notices

“Ye nervous lassy?”

“I’ve never really been on a bike before” his eyebrows furrow

“How the hell is that possible, yer brotha and old man live on bikes”

“Yeah well they always said it was too dangerous, you’ll take it slow right?”

“Of course wouldn’t wanna hurt the precious cargo” I roll my eyes and get on behind him wrapping my arms around his sides and the bike rumbles to life sending a bolt through me in all the right places

He drives off the lot down the road the wind rushing past us, not going too fast or too slow but it felt freeing like I’ve always meant to be on the back of a bike

We pull up to the outlook over charming, from up here it seems just like any other town, quiet, normal, he shuts off the bike and I get off but he’s quick to set me on his lap, throwing both our helmets to the side, his hands holding my waist

“So baby girl how was yer first ride?”

“Amazing, I could get use to it Scotsman, I believe you deserve a reward right about now”

“Oh really ye gonna try and fuck me right now” he asks his hands coming to my ass and pulling me closer

“You wish, like I said I’m not just some gash you can have at your beckon call, but I’ll start with something fun” I tease our lips just touching till I grab his face and smack our lips together, all the tension building between us snapping at this very moment

The kiss is rough and sloppy but god does it feel good, having his hands all over me, feeling him through my shorts as I grind down on him hearing him groan was like music to my ears

Pulling away when I’m desperate for air I lean my forehead against his as we catch our breaths

“Shite darlin yer a piece of work” he laughs

“You say that like it’s such a bad thing” I smirk

“Maybe I like a challenge lil lady, and if this is just the start of yer rewards ye better buckle up lassy” his hand comes down smacking my ass

•

The kids had a long weekend so I had mom take care of them, surprisingly she was excited to get some time with the kids, maybe because she didn’t really have to be responsible for them long term

The club was a bit rowdy, crow eaters all over the place making me scoff, seeing some of the guys pussy drunk is one thing as they make out and flirt throughout the bar but seeing a girl hang off chibs bothered me, of course we aren’t together but after that kiss, after he said he liked the challenge it just made me confused and well jealous

Opie sat next to me catches onto my mood change as he follows what I’m looking at

“It’s what the crew does y/n, you’re only gonna get hurt” he sighs taking a drink of his beer

Chibs catches me looking and I look away down at my drink

“I just thought he was different”

“Always a hopeless romantic”

I jump when I hear that deep voice behind me

“Mind if I get a word lassy?” I turn wanting to say no, to just end this before I fall too hard but the way he’s looking at me, I can’t deny it

“Fine” he leads me to his dorm room in the back of the club, closing the door the noise is drowned out

“Shouldn’t you be out there playing with that easy gash” I groan as I sit down on the bed, he comes over stand between my legs

“Is that jealousy I hear?” I scoff brushing his hand away from where he rubbed his thumb over my cheek

“Like I said before I’m not some hussy you can toy with, I guess you don’t want any more rewards” I brush past him towards the door and as I’m about to open it his hand comes to the side of my head closing it shut, my breath hitches as I turn and he’s mere inches away from me

“What is it darlin, only want me to play with ye?” I look up at him like I’m in a trance

“And if I said yes?” I can’t help but run my hands down his chest, the cool leather of the kutte

“I ain’t some prick baby, if he want me to yerself he just gotta say so” he smirks knowing if I do it’ll be admitting my jealousy

“Come on lassy say it” his thumb drags down my lip

“Fine….”

“Fine what?”

“Just me, only me Chibs” I whisper

“Then only ye lil darlin”

•

Part.3

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I think something that drives me crazy when I think about the binary star game is the double and haley endings

Like- SURELY it cant be that easy right?? Surely we’re gonna acknowledge the aliens still planning to bring on the END OF THE WORLD while Double has us chained or us going thieving with haley and miles. Believe me, I love Haley and Double endings because GOSH i love Haley and miles but they are NAWT safe and gonna be happy for long when we literally remember the worldbuilding and that drives me crazy ToT

Another thing also is yuh Ray. I think what gets me so jumpy with their endings and after stories is well- idk, The lack of Binary star mention?? (i mean they do mention him but) That guy is NOT leaving us alone and that makes me so paranoid because oh god Haley, Miles, hell double are in danger still.

Like are we seriously gonna go and be thieves with Haley when we have our own serious history with idk, BINARY STAR THE NUMBER 1 PSYCHO HERO? mb i fr just dont want my besties killed 😞🙏 With Double though I guess my paranoia isn’t that extreme considering how good at hiding I assume he can be?

I think it just makes me all jumpy thinking despite us getting Haley or Double endings, we are not gonna be left alone yknow? We’re not- safe and sound even as we hang with Haley in the diner. We’re not gonna be safe with us chained to Double because surely soon enough *he’s* gonna come right? Or idk just decide its the end of the world

Ill stop my yapanese rq I gotta eat lunch 🥳!!

OH MY FUCKING GOD YES! FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE ACKNOWLEDGES THAT THE HALEY ENDING IS COMPLETELY DIVORCED FROM THE REST OF THE STORY!!

Like, I'm pretty sure I've said this before (where or when or to whom i don't remember) but Ray does not care about what you want. You don't like him? You're not interested? That's nice; you don't have a say in the matter. You are either in a relationship with Ray- whether or not you want to be- or you are dead. There are no other options, the Haley and Double endings are just prolonging one of those outcomes.

It doesn't matter how good Double thinks he is at hiding- Ray can read thoughts. Sure there's probably a maximum distance, but it's not like the guy is keeping you in the earth's core. What else is Ray going to do other than sweep entire cities until he hears you mentally bitching about Double for the umpteenth time?

It's even worse in the Haley ending because Double can at least teleport you away to put some distance between you and Ray (though, let's be serious; he would absolutely throw you at Binary Star like a feral cat to buy himself time to escape). If Ray shows up- and he WILL show up, let's not delude ourselves- what is Haley going to do? Even assuming they can turn into literally any animal they want, what's a hippo or tiger going to do against lasers that can melt diamonds? Die, that's what. And the fact that the MC isn't even thinking about Ray in that ending just shows how utterly divorced from reality they are- at least in the Double ending, seeing Ray's face everywhere makes them paranoid. If he showed up in the Haley ending, MC would probably say something like "what's your name again? I wanna say... Roy?"

(Haley ending is the Golden Deer route of BSH, change my mind)

And as for the alien invasion, it would be so funny if, while it's happening, Ray does nothing and while the people are begging him to save them, he interrupts a presidential address as Binary Star and directly addresses the MC. Like, their full name and everything on live tv. "MC. I know you're watching this. And I'm here to tell you- you, specifically- that I'm not doing jack shit until you come back to me. That's all it would take to end this. The blood of every man, woman and child that dies in this invasion is on your hands until you come home. Make your choice, Star."

[mimikyuno]

my yuriful summer 2024 watchlist 🏖️☀️

now that i checked out the first episode of all the yuriful shows i was keeping an eye on, here’s my first thoughts and impressions

Mayonaka Punch

tags: comedy, supernatural, vampire

thoughts on episode 1: LOVED IT SO SO MUCH!!! i love the mc already she’s such a mess and i already love the dynamic between her and the raging vampire lesbian. my favorite from the ones on this list tbh!! need more cancelled youtubers and horny for blood lesbian vampires. also i have a weak spot for anime with adult characters who can drink alcohol and get wasted lol. WILL be watching EAGERLY.

yuri thoughts 🌸: the yuri looks solid!! there was verbal mention of lesbian romantic feelings. and as in most vampire shows, blood drinking is metaphor for sex but it’s made quite explicit in this one which increases the yuri score. the protagonists have already a v interesting dynamic im invested.

(EDIT) POST EP 3 THOUGHTS: i love this one more and more!!! still my fave out of these 5 for some reason? i just like masaki and live’s dynamic a lot, i hope they kiss

(EDIT) ALMOST END OF THE SEASON UPDATE: only one of these im still watching lmao ep 9 and 10 were really good! i hope masaki and live make out by the end. yuki best girl

Na Nare Hana Nare

tags: sports

thoughts on episode 1: LOVE the colors and art style in this one! love that there’s a girl in a wheelchair!! love the brazilian girl who keeps kissing everyone!! the parkour girl is turbo autistic fr… also a ninja lmao. im v interested in this tbh!! will be watching.

yuri thoughts 🌸: im v interested in the possible yuriful dynamics, especially between the girl in a wheelchair and mc, and between parkour ninja autistic and tall girl. i think the brazilian girl and girl who follows her around are also supposed to be shipped.

(EDIT) POST EP 3 THOUGHTS: yeppp turbo autism ninja is a huge lesbian i love her sm 💌. very sweet show!

(EDIT) ALMOST END OF THE SEASON UPDATE: on hold. it got quite boring at the ep 5 mark and i cant will myself to continue. might drop

Senpai was Otokonoko

tags: crossdressing, love polygon, romance, school

thoughts on episode 1: this counts as yuriful and i Will fight u on this. bisexual girl x closeted trans girl x closeted gay childhood friend love triangle? discussions of gender identity? yes pls. will be continuing it!!

yuri thoughts 🌸: makoto and aoi are cute 🥹

(EDIT) POST EP 3 THOUGHTS: idc about whatever happens later on, makoto is a trans girl, episode 2 and 3 are an insane confirmation. even if she never breaks through her eggshell throughout the whole series, she’s trans. no like fr. i love her so so much and i hope she’ll be able to transition (either at the end of the series or afterwards). egg of the season 🥚🏳️‍⚧️

(EDIT) ALMOST END OF THE SEASON UPDATE: meh. dropped lmao

Shikanoko Nokonoko Koshitantan

tags: comedy, gag humor, school

thoughts on episode 1: “shiiiika 🦌!!!” okay y’all know i love me some gag humor anime but tbqh im feeling kinda lukewarm on this one. maybe it’s bc i had rly high expectations for this but idk most of the gags did not hit as nice as i hoped. tho some of them were brilliant (also looove the constant breaking of the fourth wall). not looking forward to the siscon character that’s gonna be introduced. will be continuing but might drop if i get bored. however i loved how they Did mention that only male deer have horns sooo… noko transbian 🦌🏳️‍⚧️?

yuri thoughts 🌸: the two protagonists have great yuri potential!! torako has already shown she’s a huge girl kisser and noko just keeps teasing her, which is a great dynamic imo. also torako’s va is hatsune miku’s voice provider, and we all know hatsune miku is transbian goddess so!

(EDIT) POST EP 3 THOUGHTS: okay nvm i actually love this!!!!!! and the siscon character is such a caricature and parody of the siscon trope that i love her too (also she’s voiced by mafuyu project sekai uwu).

(EDIT) ALMOST END OF THE SEASON UPDATE: dropped lmao (gags got boring, i have seen too many similar shows)

VTuber Nandaga Haishin Kiri Wasuretara Densetsu ni Natteta

tags: comedy, otaku culture

thoughts on episode 1: once again maybe unpopular opinion but im not completely sold on this one. yes it’s fun, yes she’s unhinged, yes they’re all absolutely raging homosexuals BUT idk how to explain it but it feels very much male oriented. idk i think i feel this way bc it’s my personal pet peeve when otaku shows focus mostly on men as the intended audience (for example, when they showed her audience, all the viewers were men which like. they could have shown at least one woman who likes watching her videos yknow?). so anyway. at least it’s incredibly gay? and once again, love characters gettinf drunk lol. but idk i feel like this was made to ride the wave of hololive and get men on twitter to share funny clips idk. i like how they use actual vtuber avatars in certain scenes, and i get the vibe they’ll want to make these girls real vtubers, hence why we dont see what they actually look like but just their vtuber persona. will be checking out more ep but will drop if it gets too meh.

yuri thoughts 🌸: as mentioned, all the girls are RAGING homosexuals fr. asking about favorite lesbian porn scenarios to each other to possibly act them out. hello?!

(EDIT) POST EP 3 THOUGHTS: again nvm, i like this one too now lmao tho i’d rank it last out of these 5 tbh. but it’s so unhinged and deranged that it’s a super fun watch

(EDIT) ALMOST END OF THE SEASON UPDATE: the wii fit -like episode was the last drop. burnt braincells i’ll never grow back. dropped byeee 0/10

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 [Masterlist]

He's the apex predator, the monster living under your bed, the tiger who's escaped his cage. So when you're gifted to him as a rather dark and twisted joke, nothing but an empty husk of who you once used to be when he first met you, he's only got one thing on his mind: revenge.

General Tags/Warnings: Mafia!Tiger!Jungkook, Deer!Reader, somewhat dark romance, Crime, Blood & Violence, angst, fluff?, Rollercoaster of emotions TM

A/N: this is not yandere but it's pretty obvious JK isn't what one would call 'mentally stable', so please be aware of that.

There is no taglist for this fic.

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Main Story:

[The exact amount of chapters is not yet set & might change at any time!]

Part 1: Goldrush

Part 2: New Life

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Sidecontent:

Drabble: MC and Yoongi

Drabble: Yoongi showing JK the note

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[moonlight-if-knight]

Firstly, oh my god! I cannot tell you how much I mourned when I thought that this IF would be one of those WIPs that will never update again and my heart cheered as I saw your tumblr and I was like "My vampire found family!!!" (つ≧▽≦)つ

Second, oh my god! Jeremiah! Jeremiah my cutie pie! The sunshine of my world! The dandelion in the field of blood red lilies! Jeremiah, my savior! Jeremiah! Jeremiah! σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

Aaaa I can't with him! He's so cute and wonderful and I'm completely obsessed especially towards him being MC's maker who is just the embodiment of a human disaster. Shy, clumsy, naive, who can't lie for shit and they're under the youngest who's still grappling the ropes too 😭. Jeremiah would really have to grow up more quickly than he had for the past couple of years as a vampire because if not, let's just say that my MC would accidentally brush more than once or twice inside the house, final destination style 😭🙏🏻 (It's a good thing they're already dead right? 😭) It's like having an unready teenage father, who thinks he can handle having a kid but it's more work than it really is and he's gonna be overwhelmed one way or another but it's a good thing that he has a strong support system!

Also, does anyone not see the potential for angst his route is? Like this man just wants to help. His compassion is really his Achilles heel and I really agree with the rest of the brothers that they're kinda worried for him. I'm kinda curious to see this further explored as the story goes on, especially to be confronted with the notion that maybe helping isn't really a good thing if the one you're helping is a literal villain/ess incarnate. How would the family react even to Vamp!MC who's a literal frozen baby deer in the headlights with a Human!MC that is just atrocious.

It's really funny too, if you think about it 😂

MC *remembers something from the past*: I'm a horrible person! I hurt people! I shouldn't have lived!

Others 1: No offense but, you're more likely to hurt yourself than hurt other people MC 😐

Others 2: *Looks up and down* ya sure you remembered right!

Others 3: Okay! I think it's bedtime now.

Finally, angst? What angst though? I take it back! I'm gonna make these two live and breathe in fluff! I'm gonna make them vibe! I'm gonna play with em like a dog's chew toy (lovingly!) I'm gonna smother them with pillows! (Affectionately!) Like imagine Shy!MC developing an attachment towards Jeremiah! Following Jeremiah like a baby duckling with its mother! Except mother duckling is a baby duckling too! And now, Max has two baby ducklings to take care of!

Aughh! Clueless romance! Clueless romance my heart! Both and MC and Jeremiah having the "Is this a normal and appropriate emotion to feel to your sire/childe?" And acting all shy and clueless when they're around one another on the crushing stage I'm ADDFGHJLA

Sorry, this is getting long I'm just getting excited over the new update and btw the new design looks as sick as fuck! It's very beautiful and gothic and I loved it AAAAAAA

I laughed at the "teenage father" part cause, yeah, he kinda is like that 😂

And I support the notion of not making sweet Jere and MC through any angst! The poor babies don't deserve it. (Though as much as I loathe it, I can't make any promises…)

I adore the image and can't stop imagining Jere and MC following Mama Duck Max around. It's 100% them 😂

Jeremiah's romance is similar to that unless the MC is the bold one and takes action.

All in all, I'm glad you like the update! 💜

[n0t-evenhere]

Hii sorry I'm blowing up your inbox rn my phone is crazy rn✂✂✂✂

If MC try to eat Ray ass out what would he do

What if MC liked finding and collecting bones (started collecting bones and found a lot)

If MC sent nudes like really fetish stuff (i found out what it ment and started crying) and kinky stuff mostly kinky

What if MC broke her jaw

What if MC uses toys and wants to fuck ray with a strap or vibrator

What's rays fav sex position

Byeee✂✂✂✂

Ah, do t worry about blowing up my phone, I asked for you to ask your question to help me solve the issue I was having. Which you did what I asked so, 😏 we good. (I swear I’m not this goofy in real life…😭)

So to answer questions on 1 and 5 in one breath, it would be a struggle for many reasons. One, those are both things that require serious vulnerability and trust, he’s not so easily trusting. He doesn’t even trust MC by the end of the game completely. Honestly, he’s a pretty hygienic guy and I don’t think he could get over the idea of someone eating him like that. Also, he’s pretty vanilla, he’s very basic. He’s basic coded. He’s not that wild. (Sorry)

Collecting bones, that’s a pretty cool hobby, in my opinion it’s like collecting rocks. Ray wouldn’t mind, in fact he’d probably help you find classes and replay boards to put them on. Kinda like those butterfly cases but for bones. He’ll even look up information on how to preserve them well so you can have them last a long time. Help label the bones like “Mouse bones form owl pellet” kind of thing or “Deer skull.” Although, he’ll probably have a separate room for them to display, like a special little corner.

I mean, idk what that exactly in tails, what kind of fetish but, I don’t wanna know. However Ray doesn’t mind pictures, send em. If he has a favorite body part, (which he likes all of you but I think he’s definitely can’t decide which he likes best.) he’ll keep that in a folder just for you that he’s made labeled “My Sweetheart.” Then he has other books folder of normal pictures of you called “Star”. Yes, he organizes the photos he has of you and the ones you send.

Ouchy! You best believe Ray is gonna take good care of you. Make all your food into smoothies while you recover because you can eat normally at the moment. He’ll give you pain meds and everything. If you struggle swallowing pills he’ll take the time to crush them into soups or applesauce. Whatever works for you. He’ll take super good care of you. Make sure you are dandy. Definitely obsessive, worrying about you every minute. Hoping he’s not missing anything.

Anything where he gets to see your face. He likes to watch you fall apart. I mean, its boosts his ego a bit, besides he probably will tease a little about it. Every facial expression, every sound, everything will be committed to memory. Eye contact is HUGE! HUGE I TELL YOU! He wants you in his sight, he wants your eyes powering into his own in such a connected way.

[whatsupbomb]

BTS members Sun/Moon/Lagna nakshatras and planet placements

Some birth times can't be found on the internet. But I rectified them all 😎

🌺🌼🌹🌷🌻

JIMIN (confirmed time 11:58 am. Sun on MC: winning in the competitions. Jimin was the 1st BTS member and South Korean soloist to reach number 1 in "Billboard Artist 100". He has overtaken "Dynamite" record for the amount of weeks spent in "Billboard Hot 100" chart. His album "MUSE" is the longest- charting K-pop solo album to date on the "Billboard 200". Mars-Pluto Conjuction in the 11th house is a strong aspect to have since both planets rule over Scorpio and 8th house of wealth and leadership. This aspect means strong willpower to achieve anything you want in life. Pluto is very straightforward in it's desires. Mars gives the energy and specific direction in life. In this house it's about gaining knowledge and finances, making wishes come true. Very good placement for creative endeavors. Dreamy look, head in the clouds, baffling Mona Lisa smiles)

Chitra Sun (tiger)

Rohini Moon (snake)

Mula Lagna (dog)

HOBI (not confirmed, but with the time 12 pm he has Mars on MC in Aquarius (public image) giving him a strong presence, influence on large groups of people, desire to express his philosophy (Aquarius) and assertiveness (Uranus) to the public. Gives strong sexuality, sharp tongue and never ending talkativeness. Venus on the 11th house cusp (social life and income) gives luxurious life, pleasant character, lots of beneficial connections)

Dhanishtha Sun (lioness)

Krittika Moon (goat)

Rohini Lagna (snake)

JUNGKOOK (confirmed time 3:25 pm. Jupiter in Aquarius on the 2nd house cusp: earning money from the young age to stay alive, siblings teaching him how to do chores. Parents might be too busy with work, having their head in the clouds, commiting their life to religion and their own beliefes. Might feel lonely in his own family presence. Strangers become his loved ones. Sun in Conjuction to Mercury in the 8th house: to achieve success he must get along with people he works with and literally become their close friends. Might meet his soulmate at work. Very sociable and talkative person. Isn't afraid to seem goofy and childlike. Often thinking about the meaning of life, expressing one's fears and struggles through creativity)

Purva Phalguni Sun (rat)

Moon in Magha (rat)

Lagna in Purva Ashadha (monkey)

JIN (not comfirmed, but with the time 6 am he has Mercury in Lagna which grants him a curious nature, amiable character and youthful appearance. Sun in the 1st house gives him a desire to show himself off (good for modelling) and Mars on the 9th house cusp means the urge to explore different cultures, learn how to cook various dishes and open his own place where he can express his own philosophy)

Jyeshtha Sun (deer)

Moon in Uttara Bhadrapada (cow)

Lagna in Vishakha (tiger)

NAMJOON (not comfirmed, but with the time 12 pm he has asteroid "Talent" on the 12th house cusp which gives him a knack for expressing his personal feelings and struggles through art such as music, Sun in the 10th house of Virgo gives him a capacity of being the leader, managing groups of people and noticing details which is good for a photographer and art enthusiast, Pluto in Lagna gives him a desire to hide his personal life from the public, defensive nature towards his loved ones and also sharp tongue since Pluto is strong in its own sign of Scorpio which is also ruled by Mars. Actually good placement for a rapper)

Sun in Purva Phalguni (rat)

Moon in Jyeshtha (deer)

Lagna in Anuradha (deer)

Moon and Lagna in deer nakshatras give him hooded eyes, soft and childlike appearance and character

SUGA (not comfirmed, but with the time 12 pm he has Jupiter on the 5th house cusp of Libra which gives him calm and reserved nature because of Jupiter being the wise one and 5th house being responsible for kids. He's like the dad of the group who doesn't like any activities. This placement also gives him a passion for expressing his philosophy in different kinds of arts. Since Jupiter is in Libra his philosophy might be about excepting people as who they truly are and loving them no matter what appearance they have. Neptune on the 8th house cusp might mean strong sexual desire and constantly yearning for deep relationships and conversations with people. Pluto on the 6th house cusp in it's own sign of Scorpio makes him a secretive person. His everyday life is hidden from the public. He likes staying at home engaging in his hobbies. Good placement for a producer who spends most of his time in a studio)

Sun in Purva Bhadrapada (lion)

Moon in Uttara Phalguni (cow)

Lagna in Mrigashira (snake)

TAEHYUNG (not confirmed but I think it's 5 pm. Here's why: Saturn on MC which means delays of success in career. As far as I know HYBE didn't promote the release of his album "Layover" and didn't use album materials in recently released "7 moments". Saturn return comes at the age of 27-31. In 2023 when he was 27 he received about 11 awards. His Ascendant in 4° Cancer makes him very emotional and open-hearted which we can notice in his heartfelt songs about love. Recently we saw his pictures of him holding a flower and putting it in his hair which is very feminine. His style is also very Cancer-like: comfy, modest, nature-coloured. Pluto on the 6th house cusp actually gives good results such as: huge vitality, love of physical activity, restless mind. His Neptune on the 8th house cusp is good for putting one's thoughts on the paper and finding the right words to express one's fantasies and desires. This placement sometimes gives a deep, soul-stirring voice. Suga has this Neptune placement too)

Sun in Purva Ashadha (monkey)

Moon in Ashwini (horse)

Lagna in Ardra (dog)

[talesoftheclaninthemountains]

The clan is buzzing with activity. Flintfur, a young warrior and mentor, has announced that she was expecting kits. But that was not the main focus of the excited chatter. Instead, that focus was on Heavyhowl as he walked into camp with two newborn kits. Doestar walked over, eyes narrowed, "I hope you have a good explanation for this," Doestar demanded, the brown-patched white tom looking to the two kits. One kit was a gray tabby like Heavyhowl, while the other was brown in color, with a mask of sorts...and two bumps on his head.

"He has the bumps of future antlers," Heavyhowl gently set his kits down once he had made it to the nursery, "You know how Duneclan is. Not even the deputy can get away with breaking the rules."

"I see..." Doestar looked down at the brown kit, "Deerkit. That will be his name." He then looked to the gray kit, "You can decide this one's name. Know that they are your responsibility alone." As Doestar left and Heavyhowl looked down at his two kits, he already had a name in mind for the she-kit: Airkit.

His tail curled protectively around Airkit and Deerkit. There were no permenant queens since the passing of Brindleflake moons ago, so he would have to work with Stonepaw less. But he was a warrior of Crystalclan, and he would be fine. Besides, Quailpaw and Ripplepaw were in training to become permenant queens themselves. Even as apprentices, they would be ready to help.

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New Cats Mentioned:

Doestar - A long-furred white tom with golden-brown tabby patches

Flintfur - A silver and white tabby she-cat

Stonepaw - A long-furred unusually spotted gray and white she-cat

Quailpaw - An unusually dappled light brown she-cat

Ripplepaw - A speckled dark ginger tom

Heavyhowl - A long-furred silver tabby tom

Airkit - A gray newborn she-cat

Deerkit - A brown newborn tom

[redwayfarers]

stories we (don't) share

wayfarer. brissa varyn & aeran kellis & mc. set post prologue, pre ep 1. gen. 1,6k words. written for @wayfarer-exchange. caswyn brynmor belongs to @seismologically-silly! surprise, i was your exchange partner! your boy was fun to write and i hope you like this!

The Spire’s kitchen feels like home after all these years. Lingering smell of food fills Caswyn’s nostrils as soon as he opens the door, and he’s suddenly hit by a pang of familiarity that doesn’t come from the last ten years of his life, but a time before. Venison, if he had to guess; in another life, he watched his father bring home deer that fed the entire clan. Too small to help, he spent one whole evening watching venison cook and change color, and just as it’d become a rich brown, he was dragged away to play with the other kids. 

These odd moods are frequent these days. He feels restless, agitated, like he wants to be somewhere else, like this place isn’t enough anymore. His skin feels a little too tight, his name too small. Apprentice Brynmor, as Sero has a habit of calling him, in that particular tone of theirs. 

Grandmaster Sero, Caswyn greets back, puffing his chest. It never fails to make them laugh. 

He hears footsteps from the hallway. Traces of a heartbeat, the rustle of clothes. Aeran’s head pops up over his shoulder much faster than Caswyn had anticipated. “So, what��s gotten into Varyn tonight?” 

“No idea,” Caswyn shrugs. It lifts Aeran’s head up a little. “She doesn’t strike me as a sit and talk in the kitchen type. That’s what Cenric does.”

“You think he has a stash of the same stories that he tells to every apprentice? In a little notebook?” Aeran’s eyes are bright and muted in the light of the nearby candle.

“Should I go look for it?” Caswyn squints playfully. “I have a meeting with him tomorrow to talk about alassar. And, how much do you think Sero is willing to pay for it?” 

“Entirely too much,” Aeran whispers conspiratorially and straightens his back. “So, Brissa! Your apprentices are here! You didn’t specify you wanted us to sneak around!” Another set of footsteps, to the right; unhurried and easy. Clinking of metal.

“I didn’t, Aeran,” Varyn intones from a nearby table. She places a wine bottle right in the center of three beautifully arranged, expensive looking cups. “I was merely getting what I needed.” 

“They do hide those cups well,” Caswyn says gently. Varyn smiles. 

“Sero and Cenric had a bet, once,” she says by way of explanation. “If Sero managed to hide them so as Cenric couldn’t find them, they would go to Sero. If Cenric did find them, they stayed in Cenric’s custody. It was him who had originally brought them to the Spire at some point or another.”

Caswyn looks at her. Her hair is pulled up in a bun, lit by the candles she doesn’t need as an elf, her hands secure and practiced as she pours the wine in each of the cups. Her nails are uneven, her face a picture of calm joy. “So who do they belong to?” 

“I found them before Cenric ever did,” she answers. She almost sounds proud. “I suppose it makes them mine, but I’d declared them cups of the Spire.” 

“Cups of the Spire,” Aeran snickers. “You did mention them during a trip to Erenvor once.” 

Caswyn purses his lips. He was not invited to that trip. “Cups for future Wayfarers?” He supplies. 

“Yes,” Varyn replies. “In three days’ time, you will both be my and Cenric’s equals. But I wished to drink with you once more as apprentices. Would you rather be elsewhere, Caswyn?” 

Caswyn swallows. “No,” he mutters. It echoes in the otherwise quiet room. “I am quite happy to be here with you and Aeran.” 

Varyn smiles. “Good. Sit, then.” 

Aeran squeezes Caswyn’s shoulder and brushes past him. “Let’s go,” he repeats, and it takes Caswyn a second to see past the similarities between him and Varyn. There’s something in that motion that Varyn does. It makes his heart clench. Does he have any mannerisms of her? Did Aeran pick it up on the way to Erenvor that one time, when Caswyn wasn’t invited? 

He shakes his head and walks over to where Varyn gestured. The rich smell of wine hits him, and he smiles. “Thank you, Varyn,” he says gently. “Did this come from Vestra?” 

“Didn’t know aeda had a good sense of smell as well as hearing,” Aeran mutters into his cup. Varyn shoots him a look. “What? We aren’t meeting any stuffy noble, Varyn. We’re drinking with friends. Relax.” 

Varyn blinks. “You’re right, Aeran,” she relaxes her shoulders. “This is.. Entirely too inappropriate unless we are conspiring. But yes, Caswyn. Vestran brew from Vodena, 1203. A gift from a friend, from another life.” 

“Court customs are weird,” Caswyn comments. Forests of Artanis seem like an entirely simpler world to him. He raises his cup. “Cheers!” 

“Cheers!” Three cups echo in the quiet room at this late hour. 

“To the Wayfarer Order,” Caswyn adds. Aeran nods and takes a hearty sip. Varyn daintily sips hers, and leans back. They sit in a comfortable silence until Caswyn speaks again. “This reminds me of Clan Brynmor gatherings.” His brow furrows in memory. “A cousin’s wedding.” 

“Oh?” Aeran turns his head to him. “Embarrassing the newlyweds?”

“We wish them good luck in Vestra,” Varyn whispers, her tone light, “but customs vary across this great continent of ours.” 

“No!” Caswyn laughs. “We were kids, we grew bored of the adults' party so we made a separate little fire from theirs. One of the grooms was the brother of one of the other kids, so they shared stories about him, and then we all started doing the same. Sharing stories of our family, I mean.” 

“They let kids drink at Brynmor?” Aeran asks curiously. 

“Only if we ask nicely,” Caswyn whispers conspiratorially. “Don’t tell Varyn or Sero.” 

Varyn laughs. Her eyes are soft. That’s a rare sight. “What story did you tell?” 

Caswyn takes a sip. His heart aches a little. “My mother, Alarani, she died when I was young,” he says. “She was..” Words linger in the air, barely formed. Like Varyn, in some respects. 

No! Wrong! Caswyn looks at the table, ashamed. Alarani was nothing like Varyn; she was cold and judgmental, whereas Varyn is like a mother Alarani wishes she’d been. Too bad she’s dead. Caswyn isn’t terribly concerned. Aeran’s just had his “went to pick berries in the woods with mom” moment, and if he looks close enough, Caswyn will find that he had those moments too. 

Like when Varyn left Aeran to study magical classification once while she and Caswyn went for a trek in the woods around the Spire. It was summer, she could see in the dark, and she’d been living for decades in this place. She taught Caswyn the winding paths around the Spire while they talked for hours about the stars and whatever else. 

They are both Varyn’s sons. 

“She took me on a walk through the woods,” Caswyn says. “Told me what it was like to fly.” A pause. “I sometimes do wish I had her wings. They were beautiful.” 

“I think aeda wings are cool,” Aeran replies. “You’d look great with aeda wings like your crest.” 

“I would not have met you and Varyn, then,” Caswyn shrugs. “I am happy being wingless, in reality.” 

He tries to imagine his life without Varyn and Aeran. Faces of Clan Brynmor’s children are a distant and blurry image, left behind in a life Caswyn doesn’t want to return to. Aeran’s fingers glide over the engraving on the metal cup. Images of Sero and Cenric, either asleep or engrossed in their work, stand in sharp detail as if they were here with him. 

Maybe Caswyn’s gift to the life the Order had given him could be wooden statues. Alas, he doesn’t have enough time to carve them all. 

He’s becoming a Wayfarer in three days. 

And he will decide to forget how Varyn takes Aeran with her to diplomatic missions and not Caswyn. He will decide to forget the inside jokes she shares with Aeran. They’re elves. They will outlive him by decades, if not centuries. He refuses to harbor hurt where joy could take root.

Instead he will remember Sero’s pranks, Varyn’s gentle smiles, sparring with Aeran. Apprentice Brynmor now exists as tomorrow’s relic, forming the altar of Wayfarer Brynmor with all the happiness of a childhood his clan couldn’t really give him. 

Alarani’s bones dig deeper into the earth. 

“Will we have gatherings like this once we’re Wayfarers?” Caswyn asks. “Once we’re back from the road, Aeran and I, I mean.” 

Varyn looks at her cup with an expression Caswyn can’t decode. She then looks at him and reaches out to squeeze his hand just once. “I would be happy to hear of your stories and adventures,” she says softly. 

Aeran laughs and places his own hand on top before Varyn can pull hers away. “Maybe we finally stop sharing the same ones, Cas,” he says with a brilliant smile. 

I recall certain stories I wasn’t here for, Caswyn almost thinks. Instead he just runs his thumb over Varyn’s finger. “It’ll be glorious,” he says, and it feels true. 

He will still carve out those statuettes. He will bring them back as gifts. Aeran and Varyn will be happy to see them. 

The Spire’s kitchen feels like home, after all these years. 

(Years will go by. Aeran and Varyn will see those statues and they will smile and be happy to see them. The kitchen will periodically smell like Vestran wine again.

Years later, the Spire, the kitchen and the statuettes will burn in flames. Elven hands will dig through ashes, soaked in Vestran wine.

But tonight, Caswyn knows he will be happy. At least for a time.)

[if-underourskins]

Im just curious, but do the ros like a certain shifting form of the Mc can be? For example, say Blaine likes Mc as a cat, or do they not care?

thank you for the ask!! this is kinda into spoiler territory with the coding and stuff but for you, lovely anon, i shall reveal it all... (i am NOT a drama queen what are you talking about)

each RO has like a 'favourite' form, though it doesn't really affect it all their affs all that much - it's just like silly preferences.

Victoria would probably love deer!MC the most. She has a type and pretty deers fit that lol (that honestly tells you enough about her past crushes i fear). But she also doesn't really care about MC animal forms, and even if MC is a deer, it wouldn't cause her aff to go up too high (like maybe 1 or 2 points coding wise tbh).

Blaine would love bear!MC the most just because you're both bears. The both of you are different type of bears but like, meeting someone who has a similar animal form to you just helps with the feeling of comradery so yeah! Plus, it also means similar experiences so she/ he can relate better with you.

Elexis doesn't really care about what animal form you have, but he'd probably find eagle!MC the coolest. You can fly??? That's enough to pique his interest, as compared to if you had other animal forms. He'd also be curious about fox!MC though, since he is a fox too.

Seraph would love wildcat!MC the most because MC (currently) looks very much like a cat. thanks to their breed, and they're a cat person.

Brooks... well they aren't very fond of shapeshifters at the start, what with being a PSTC Officer and all, so... it doesn't matter what kind of shapeshifter you are, he'd arrest you either way lol

in summary though, they don't really care too much about it, and if they have preferences, it's basically negligible.

[lyrichi]

random ass scenario time!!!!!!!!!!! 1!1!1!!!1!1!

okay so. I know the majority of us losers are socially awkward... not me protecting onto y'all

ANYWAY what if when mc first came down to the devildom they were like super quiet and standoffish

so instead of trying to do whatever happens in the cannon and getting mammon's pact within 48 hours of knowing hell existed, they just kind of existed with their arms folded up to their chest & a deer in headlights look

introvert CENTRAL

kind of inserting myself like a dweeb here but like, that combined w being zoned out and getting teary eyed every half an hour or so

"hey, are you alright?"

"Huh- Oh oh, yeah yeah yeah I'm good.." (don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry--)

me fr fr

what about like...

mc sitting at the table for the fist dinner eating very slowly and w small bites even tho they're not hungry but they don't wanna be rude

OH THEN THEN

mc gets comfortable and completely switches up (gets adopted by all the extroverts)

imagine the bros hearing mc swear for the first time

"bitch I fucking swear-"

"WOAH--"

dhehehehe

freak ass introvert mc getting comfortable w the bros and/or the other chrs is my favorite thing

just like

HoL gc: they were talking about new emojis

belphie: 🫃

mc: you in 9 months

mammon: 😨

asmo: woah

yeah idfk this is very self indulgent

[www-findringo-com]

I recently got back into Black Clover, and i miss my sweet princess yuno so much. So i'm making this series out of boredom.... enjoy!!!

Next

From Afar

A Yuno Grinberryall × Fem!reader written by Ringociocco.

Playlist

1. Somethin' stupid - Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra

2. See you again - Tyler The Creator, Kali Uchis

3. Heart racing - Kanii, Riovazz, Nimstarr

4. I must apologise - Pinkpantheress

5. Pain - Pinkpantheress

6. Back to the old house - The Smiths

7. Hatachi no koi - Lamp

8. A night to remember - Beabadoobee, Laufey

9. Infrunami - Steve Lacy

10. Lovers rock - Tv Girl

11. Tek it - Cafunè

12. Something about you - Eyedress, Dent May

13. Notion - The Rare Occasions

14. Looking out for you - Joy Again

15. Show me how - Men I Trust

16. The perfect pair - Beabadoobee

17. Duvet - Bôa

18. The way things go - Beabadoobee

19. Lovesick - Laufey

20. Glue song - Beabadoobee, Clairo

21. Bad Habit - Steve Lacy

22. First love/ late spring - Mitski

CHARACTER LIST

not stealing Sawako from kimi ni todoke,

this is just the way i visualise the MC.

https://pin.it/5qqyzbuSk

(Hanabi Pinterest Board)

Name: Y/N Hanabi

Age: 6 (Prologue) 15 (meeting Julius) 16 (at the entrance exam)

Pronouns: She/Her

Magic: Firework Form

Mana: Royal level

Status: Commoner of the common realm

Squad: Blue Rose

Close friends: Asta, Noelle Silva, Mimosa Vermillion, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Leopold Vermillion, Sol Marron, Puli Angel, Charlotte Roselei, Wainsley, Yuno, Serene Kira .

Name: Yuno

Age: 16 (when he meets Y/N)

Pronouns: He/Him

Magic: Wind form

Mana: Royal level

Status: Paesant of the forsaken realm

Squad: Golden Dawn

Close friends: Asta, Mimosa Vermillion, Klaus Lunette, Y/N Hanabi, Bell .

Name: Asta

Age: 16 (when he meets Y/N)

Pronouns: He/Him

Magic: Anti-Magic

Mana: None

Status: Paesant of the forsaken realm

Squad: Black Bulls

Close friends: Yuno, Noelle Silva, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Finral Roulacase, Vanessa Enoteca, Charmy Pappitson, Gauche Adlai, Gordon Agrippa, Grey, Secre Swallowtail, Zora Ideale, Henry Legolant, Nacht Faust ,Yami Sukehiro, Mimosa Vermillion, Klaus Lunette, Leopold Vermillion, Rill Boismortier, Sally, Kahono, Kiato, Mars, Fana, Fanzell Kruger, Liebe, Rebecca Scarlet, Y/N Hanabi, Lolopechika .

Name: Sol Marron

Age: 19 (At Y/N's entrance exam)

Pronouns: She/Her

Magic: Earth Form

Mana: Commoner level

Status: Commoner rescued by Charlotte Roselei

Squad: Blue Rose

Close friends: Charlotte Roselei, Puli Angel, Y/N Hanabi, Wainsley, Borja, Risacca, Selena, Galgaria .

Name: Charlotte Roselei

Age: 27 (At Y/N's entrance exam)

Pronouns: She/Her

Magic: Briar form

Mana: Noble level

Status: Noble, Blue Rose brigade Captain

Squad: Blue rose

Close friends: Sol Marron, Puli Angel, Y/N Hanabi, Wainsley, Borja, Risacca, Selena, Galgaria, Dorothy Unsworth, Yami Sukehiro( kind of).

Name: Noelle Silva

Age: 16 (When she meets Y/N)

Pronouns: She/Her

Magic: Water form

Mana: Royal level

Status: Noble of the house of Silva

Squad: Black Bulls

Close friends: Asta, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Finral Roulacase, Vanessa Enoteca, Charmy Pappitson, Gauche Adlai, Gordon Agrippa, Grey, Secre Swallowtail, Zora Ideale, Henry Legolant, Nacht Faust ,Yami Sukehiro, Mimosa Vermillion, Kahono, Kiato, Y/N Hanabi, Lolopechika .

Name: Mimosa Vermillion

Age: 17 (When she meets Y/N)

Pronouns: She/Her

Magic: Plant form

Mana: Noble level

Status: Noble of the house of Vermillion

Squad: Golden Dawn

Close friends: Yuno, Klaus Lunette, Asta, Noelle Silva, Y/N Hanabi, Lolopechika, David, Letoile, Hamon, Dorothy Unsworth .

Name: Julius Novachrono

Age: 43 (When he meets Y/N)

Pronouns: He/Him

Magic: Time form

Mana: Royal level

Status: Wizard King

Ex-Squad: Grey Deer

Close Friends: Yami Sukehiro, William Vangeance, Marx, Damnatio Kira, Owen, Serene Kira.

PROLOGUE

Ever since i was a kid, I could remember the townsfolk around me praising me for my silly magic: " Wow, Y/N! you're really living up to the Hanabi name"

I never understood if they were making fun of me for my name and magic or if they were actually impressed by my childish magic, either way I played along: I acted nice and thankful to them, entertaining them with my fireworks and putting on a show for those who were so unfortunate to not own enough magic. As I grew up, I kept seeing my magic as stupid and useless, but everything changed when that woman from the land of the sun stumbled in our hostel.

"Uhm, excuse me, are there rooms available?"

That woman was beautiful, with long silky black hair, and her deep black eyes had a shape that could make the prettiest woman in the world jealous. She was so different, yet it was impossible not to find her beautiful. Even I ,a 6 year old, found her attractive.

Time passed by, and that woman never left, Mizuki was her name, and she said it meant hope. Hope is a concept that she embraced wholeheartedly. Being able to survive the trip from the land of the sun to the clover kingdom was a miracle, and thanks to it, she regained the strength to "hope." Mizuki taught me a lot about her homeland, and I was so fascinated by it. Not only that, but she also helped me work my magic with her knowledge and with her "hope."

"Your magic, it reminds me a lot of festivals back home," She spoke softly: "It's a very unique attribute. I think you'll become a great mage Y/N-chan!" .

I scoffed. Me? A great mage? As if, I'm a lowly commoner with the stupid magic of creating silly sparkles. Yet she was so convinced of herself that I almost believed it for a moment. Time passed, and I grew, and Mizuki never left. To be honest, I was glad. She was the first person who was true to me.

I was 14 now. One year left before i could get my grimoire. I was walking home when I saw Mizuki walking out of the town with her bags. I froze.

"Mizuki! Please, wait. "

She turned around, and in that moment, my memories of her arrival here came back in my mind.

Even if i didn't notice, she had changed so much. Her long silky black hair was now short and not as beautiful as it once was, her clothing from the traditional clothes of her land to the rowdy commoner clothes of the clover kingdom. The only things that didn't change were her piercing, unique black eyes that, to my surprise, were swelling in tears as she took in the vision of me.

My vision was blurry, my lips started to pout, and i could feel something ticklish and wet falling down my cheek. Mizuki dropped her bags, froze for a second, and then started sprinting towards me. I knew what was coming, so instinctively, I opened my arms, waiting for her embrace. One that had conforted me for 7 years, the same one that made me feel safe and happy.

" Y/N-chan, I am so sorry. I never meant to leave you like this, but my homeland has summoned me back, and I still have a duty to fulfil back there." She stopped for a second as she sobbed uncontrollably. "My dear, I'll miss you so much. These years have been the greatest of my life, and with you, I sealed a bond no magic will ever break. So please. Never forget me and know that I will be back!"

" I hope so, Mizuki!"

The feeling of her embrace was one I could not forget. She was gone, but her touch was still on my skin.

I walked back into my family's hostel, and I was met by my relatives wearing gloomy faces. They, too, had a bond with the foreigner. I went up to my room, reminiscing on everything I could have done with Mizuki or everything i should have told her. When I noticed a medium-sized box on my bed, next to it laid a letter titled : To my Dear Y/N. The letter was signed by Mizuki, so i took no second thoughts and immediately opened it.

Inside, the letter read:

Dear Y/N, I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly, but there are just many things in my country that I yet need to discover. Over the years, we have built an amazing bond, a string that no matter how strong the magic it will never break us apart. A string that will always lead us back to one another. That is my hope.

Even if it takes us a hundred years, we will meet again, and for me to recognise you From Afar i gift you this piece of clothing from my country. It is a modified piece to be more comfortable in battle because I know you will become the strongest mage in the whole kingdom of clover. In the occasion that it happens, I ask you not to forget your values nor me, the same way as I will never forget you, my darling.

As of now, there isn't much for me to say, I hope you don't despair for me because I don't want my beautiful sparkle to loose it's fire. Whatever happens, just know I will protect you From Afar Y/N-chan.

All my love. Mizuki.

I stared at the letter for a few minutes before little water droplets started to fall on the paper. I hated crying it was a way to express weakness, yet I couldn't stop my tears from overflowing in my eyes.

I sat there in silence a few second, the only thing you could hear were my short sobs and my breath hitches. Then, I decided to open the box.

Inside was a kimono, but it was different from the ones she wore: It didn't have a skirt and the ends of it were very loose; even the top was loose which was weird since she taught me that wearing the kimono incorrectly was just offensive and rude yet here it was an immodest kimono wow. Ironic Mizuki. The sleeves started very tight and after the elbow it got insanely large. Even if this was VERY modified, it still looked cool. The whole cloth was mainly a dark red adorned with traditional cloud motives and the bottom of the sleeves had red hibiscus flowers on them.

Next to the kimono sat many other things: An obi alongside an obi-age and an obi-shime, a big headpiece with a bow and somesort of upside down small fan? That's what it looked like. And huge wooden sandals, which I'm pretty sure the sole was a bit too big.

" Thank you, Mizuki "

Even when she was going to abandon me, she still thought of leaving something for me to wear in the future. That woman is full of kindness in her heart.

We'll meet again someday, I know it

Author's Note

Ermmmm, I have no idea if this will actually make it in my brain as a fanfiction, but i'll try to keep it updated! In the meantime, please enjoy this intro + short prologue!!!

The MC is kinda based off my Oc and you can kinda see that, I did also put in another Oc of mine who i didn't give info about if you want to know more about Serene Kira let me know!

[gloomyteddybear]

why framing matters

oneshot

cw/tw: it's more of an attempt at blackmail than anything, small-town typical 'tudes, it is now canon that 'prey! ghost popped a boner! also, homestuck ashen quadrants in a non-homestuck FF yay! and they kiss in the end!

i got the brainworms rn. straight up researching dialects for a fictinal american man written by canadians. then i remembered the bastard moved around a lot so he prolly picked up some new words

n-knee-way. continuation of 'prey!, this time MC's pov!

the two main things about small towns is that 1: everyone knows somebody. there's few enough people to share your attention to without spreading it too thin, at the very least remember their face enough to feel sympathy. so if they die it hits hard; fewer people means that the odds are higher, it's like shooting fish in a barrel.

in small towns you are 1 in a 1000, while in cities the odds are rarer 1-100.000. in a such a cramped town where everyone knows everyone, to do that is either a sign that they're stupid, have an accomplice or a real attention seeker.

and 2: word travels fast; specially if it is a tragedy, gossip is like rotten carrion for the vultures--- specially reporters and journalists. however, theres a instinctual hesitation to point fingers, 'they'd never hurt a fly' can only do so much to quell distrust. yes, they'd never say you did it, still treating you like they always did, defending your innocence and sweeping accusations under the rug--- but there's still that way some people look at you, the boat rockers to be precise. they'd never say it to your face, thanks to your friends, but they know.

i-told-you-so's already curled in their tongue like trying to hide a bullet on open-not-hiding-anything hands, the anticipation made them dangerous, you just knew. the way one wrong step is all it takes--- how a frightened deer might dash its brains against a tree in the scramble to flee a predator; or worse, trigger fingers on cowards that'd flinch a 'ready, go!'-shot on the air and begin the racing stampede. mass-hysteria herd-mentality. 

your friends-acquaintances-neighbors they'd rather deny on one's guilt, at least until the truths staring straight at them... unless one's an outsider. you were born an outsider, sure you were conceived and raised here. but you'd never fit in.

but, jed, meek door-mat who was not even here for a fraction of your lifetime was accepted with open arms.

ain't that unfair? 

a boring, condescendingly soft-spoken man with one of those 'aren’t i so charming and genuine, please like me’ smiles already curling his lips, they don't know him like they knew you. he had time to perfect the act. he's a novelty-clean slate of a man.

you muttered to yourself, "what can you do? you win some, you lose some,” you shrugged in consolation, "life’s fair like that.” you clean the counter harder.

it's not his fault, rationally you know it. somebody's gotta win somebody's gotta lose. he's not the one that put the cheese in the maze, it's these 'small town neighbors' types that pinned you two against eachother (although, you admit, the bitterness is rather one-sided). you're not a sore loser--- but this...you're already on thin ice, this could shatter it. this is what it feels to come second. without the damn cheese you'd starve---but it's fine. could be worse.

so. jed-one, you-zero

then, worse comes. some nosy ghost thinks he can waltz into your special little picnic, the same ghost who've been making tensions run high with paranoia. it's already bad enough without all the pointing fingers.

but you choked him, he was smart-dumb about it. dumb in the way he stayed down and didn't react when you did, let you take your anger out on him or at least until you lose interest, you could've killed him. but smart enough to know that defending himself would make it worse. like encountering a moose or a bear. you'd crush his skull.

he popped a fear-boner. you think. maybe an actual arousal boner, that's why he groped the tiny-thin bones of your wrist instead of breaking them. and destroy the grass. that too. you judge only a bit--- figures, serial killers aren't the most well adjusted people in the world. and one with that type of crime-scenes, probably has some psychosexual issues going on.

he bumbled away from your grasp like a fresh-born fawn after. he needed-deserved that win. ghost: one, you: zero. ugh. but it was by the goodness of your heart.

a 'ring!' on the door-chime and a hoarse "hey, sorry hi." brings an end to your musings and delivers jed, who waltzes in when you're about to close for the night. sporting a shiny new turtleneck that you just know these damn granny's drool over.

jed notices you staring at the new fashion statement, he smiled self-deprecatively "i look way-too-much like a churchy in my sunday best, don't i?"

he could see the white of your eyes from all the glaring.

he winced, pursing his lips like he ate something sour "sorry- like, i also have a graveyard if that makes you feel better?" he smiles winsomely, like the brownosed lapdog he is

he makes his order and smiles, you almost stop yourself from slamming it on the counter "sorry again." he slips a crushed bill out of his messenger bag and doesn't stay for you to give him his change, at least he tips well.

when you finish closing down for the night, locking the back-door, jed was hanging out by the back entrance.

you already knew, despite his doormat demeanor he was just like you. dead eyes. he at least had the 'decency' to hide his horns.

but that didn't mean you couldn't pretend that you didn't--- act startled and hit him in your 'surprise', as a treat. it should at least cut down the sneaking-up-on behaviour straight from the bud. you're not going to encourage that kind of stuff, specially since your latest voyeur probably managed to get enough to blackmail you (but for some odd reason, despite his reputation---he didn't use it, yet.)

you swung.

you: one. jed: one. tie.

"oh fuck..." he breathlessly mutters, cradling his bloodied nose.

"jed!" you fake a gasp. and trotted towards him, fussing over him with the hem of your clothes to staunch the bleesing. not broken, good.

"there we go, it hurts still right? but don't you feel better without all that blood on your face?" you coo like you’re soothing a startled wild animal. the same way hunters soothe a rabbit in a trap, clicking their tongue and making soft, gentle sounds until they can get a good angle at it's neck. 

and that's what you did.

he sags, as if all the fight leaves his body, in that oh-so familiar way--- you'd wave it off as a fear response (fight, flight, freeze, fawn, flop), but... it scratches at a very lovely-fresh memory, raw, still. pink and new--- shoes skidding backwards to slam himself against the harsh textured wall, making you pin him down like a tack in a conspiracy-board. he fumbles around his torso- one hand still at your wrist, padding for the strap on his shoulder.

he manages to overturn his messenger bag, scattering polaroids all over the concrete. it's you!

not you red-handed during the act of burial (it makes you reconsider his identity again). but still some... not incriminating but definitely putting the last nail on line of nails on the iceberg--- just a small knock with a hammer, is enough to split that down the middle (these metaphors are getting worse and worse)--- you wont get arrested but people will take matters into their own hands.

not fully un-rightfully. because-yes, you're a serial killer, but also no: you didn't kill those guys, so you would probably get vigilante'd for the sins of- and as the ghostface.

still enough to be usable as blackmail, a tiebreaker.

you falter, and he takes the opportunity to use the gap in your hands to breathe. “do it.” he gasps.

did he want to die? "dont worry, it'll all be over soon."

"don't. want it to last." ah, no, masochism. damn, what do they feed these journalists? maybe the jokes about their tendency to get into trouble was right.

red-blue-magenta-mix lights creeps-in near the alley like the neon-sign of a shitty night club--- as if you could get burned, you instinctively press closer against that cramped little corner in the alleyway, squeezing in like you're trying to get a spot in the dark. a patrol car. not immediate danger but definitely bad. 

this was timed way too right, planned. he probably memorized their route like the chess-player he is.

you're not playing chess, though. you always preferred social-deduction games instead, the one where cheating people and lying is encouraged. the dirtiest trick of them all, you kiss him softly on the lips for good luck. you never said you were below underhanded tactics.

"don't do this to me." he growled.

you smiled, squeezed tighter until his eyes got all sleepy, and he passes out.

you run. as un-incriminating these photos of you are, these probably incriminate him instead.

your win. 

ghost-jed: two. you: two

you're evenly matched, joy, you have a playmate.