invictarre-archive · 2 years ago
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time to re-paste my tags and tag everything I’ve been getting lazy with  :))))))))
can’t wait for these to get deleted !!!!!!!!!!
#dear queen of hearts; let me grow you red roses so you can learn how to be kind | out of character#hard and fast shines the grin that we flash; but there's a vulnerable stripe or two on me | musings#you can learn a lot of things from the flowers; for especially in the month of June | inbox memes#let us together see how high we can fly before the sun melts the wax in our wings | dash commentary#pull the sword from the stone and start forging your own legendary stories | headcanons#I've found fame to be a fickle food; lying delicately across an ever shifting plate | aesthetics#all the parts combine to one with all of us around the sun; everything will fall away; make order from the disarray | worldbuilding#I can make it easy; I can take the lead. if you think they're looking at you; they're looking at me | answered ask#owo ??? what's this ????? *notices your post* | saved#there's no such thing as time to kill or time to throw away | dash games#every fight has its costs that we've had to pay; all won by the strength of the party we've made | muse relevant imagery#under a canopy of stars where thought and truth divorce; in that latticework of dreams we are guiltless | dani x leon#I think we deserve a soft epilogue my love; we are good people and we've both suffered enough | v: galar's golden boy#up where the mountains meet the heavens above; out where the lightning splits the sea | v: vientown ranger#through the rain and the storm and the flood I can feel their approach like a fire in my blood | v: treasure town trio#edge of glory; write your story; seize the moment with no regrets | v: my hero academia#and the cat's in the cradle with the silver spoon; little boy blue and the man in the moon | npcs: arthur brandt-muriell#and it feels like flying out of fool's paradise; I'll leave them in their cages and rise to shining heights | v: a new chapter#we can outshine the sun; we need only believe that two stars shine brighter than one | v: childhood
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cherie-doll · 1 month ago
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𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Convincing Them To Get A Pet
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⊱⊰ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, Hesh Walker, Logan Walker, König, Horangi, Nikto
Price
You kept bringing stray cats home
Every time you walk through the door, hands buried in the pockets of your tightly wrapped coat, John turns his head and asks "What've you got in there?"
"I don't know what you're talking about" and a meow can be heard coming from inside your coat
He makes you take it off to find a cat and her kittens snug and warm in the inner pockets
"They were cold..." you say sheepishly when he sighs
Ghost
He has to take care of you and now you want a pet??
Says he has enough on his plate with just you
You’re blowing up his phone sending him videos of animals or shoving the phone in his face
“Simon, Simon! Look at this! We should totally get one.”
“…That’s a spider. Why would you want that?”
Soap
He had also been wanting a pet for some time now, he had an exotic animal in mind until you got chickens
"...Are we going to eat it?"
"Johnny, no."
Now he has to wake up early and feed them every day when the sun rises to when the sun goes down
The chickens have grown on him and he's even named them, gets upset when you or someone jokes about eating them
Gaz
Is totally fine with any pet as long as it’s nothing too out of the ordinary, so you got bunnies
You'll let them roam around the house sometimes and Kyle hates when you do that because they tend to chew things and it's somehow always his things
Imagine Kyle falling asleep in your bed with the pink comforters and the adorable fluffy baby bunnies (yes i'm making a reference to that one tiktok)
Roach
Unfortunately for both of you, you are weak when it comes to animals
You’re both fawning over the cats and dogs in the animal shelter, cuddling with the baby goats at the local farm even if they’re chewing your clothes and head butting you
Together you’ve owned your weird assortment of pets; ducks, goats, spiders, snakes etc.
I headcanon Gary is a nerd when it comes to snakes and bugs
Alejandro
In the moment, you manage to convince him pretty easily, until you actually bring home the dog you wanted
Pretends he doesn’t like petting it or getting near it
Even curses when he has to get up at night to let it out for it to use the bathroom
But ofc within a month he’s totally smitten over your pit bull
Spends money on buying it nice collars and food, taking it out for a drive in his truck frequently
When cooking on the grill he always buys extra meat just for your dog
Phillip Graves
I like to think he has a soft spot for animals and agreed to going along with you when deciding what animal to adopt
What he didn't expect was to be pulling into a ranch and looking at horses
He expected to be looking at dogs or cats or a fish even
Now he's helping you muck out the stall for the beautiful pinto you bought
Helps brush her down and keep its mane and tail smooth to enter it in shows and competitions
Keegan
He knew you'd been wanting a pet for a while now because every time you visited someone who owned a pet you'd asked if you could play or pet them
You probably spent longer bonding with animals than with humans
Decided to surprise you with a talking parrot
Every now and then he'll teach it cute phrases like "I love you", the parrot will sometimes pick up some colorful language from Keegan
Hesh Walker
He caved in and originally thought of gifting you a pretty Siamese cat before thinking he'd like to play a little prank on you
As a joke, he gave you two rats, each with a pink bow on them
David would've started laughing if it weren't for you growing attached to them, eventually he did tell you he intended to buy you a cat
The rats were quite intelligent and learned tricks fast and frequently played games so both you and David decided to keep them and forget about the original plan of getting a cat
Logan Walker
He could never say no to you
However, you had owned a dog before, Logan wasn't fond of cats and you didn't want something like a lizard or a fish that would stay inside a tank all the time
The perfect opportunity came up when you had the chance to adopt a baby cow, a calf who had lost its mother
You both agreed, there was extra unused backyard space
The calf was named "Moonpie"
König
You really wanted a pet, but König couldn't understand why
"We already have a pet"
It was an iguana, which König already owned when you moved in with him
You weren't very fond of it because of an anecdote that occurred the first time you were over at König's place; you had seen a long tail in between the couch cushions and thinking it was a stuffed animal or a toy you pull at it only to see the iguana moving
It still freaks you out to this day when you remember how flaky and weird the scales felt
Horangi
He agreed and suggested he be the one to go pick out a pet from the shelter
You stood at the door when you heard his car ready to meet your new pet only to be met with a plastic container
Upon opening the box you're shocked to see he brought home a snake, he just snickers as he picks it up, holding it as the boa wraps around his arm biceps
"You wanted a pet, didn't you?"
Nikto
You had spent months trying to convince him to get a pet, to which he kept saying no to
"Come on Andre, a dog wouldn't be as bad as a kid"
He had no reaction other than just a grunt, but next time he came home from deployment he set a portable crate down
You rushed excitedly when you heard squeals thinking it was a puppy, after three weeks you notice the brownish fur begin to lighten and spots appearing
"Where did you say you got the dog from?''
"Did I ever say it was a dog?"
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Everyone say "Thank you Corazòn"
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greenunoreversecard · 8 months ago
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Kai,llyod, and Cole hc of them with a s/o that's kinda like a child of aphrodite from pjo? A bit more like piper though, they hate their gift and have to deal with cat callers alot?
I got cat called by way older men on the way home so this would be really comforting.
A/N:sorry it took so long to get this out for you. Ik my words can't offer much, but I'm sorry you get catcalled, it's not a fun feeling.
Sugar and spice-> Gn! Reader
individual headcanons of kai, cole and lloyd with a stunning S/O
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Kai:
Kai, despite being extremely similar to his element in a multitude of ways, is an utter gentleman.
Hes always respectful of you, and makes sure to ask before he touches you in anyway, and is respectful with his eyes as well
With this said, as you guys grow close and start dating, he becomes uber protective of you.
He knows your very stunning.
And he knows others know that as well.
But alot of times, these people are creepy and go about saying: "hi, your outfit is cool" weirdly
And so he won't hesitate to punt a bitch into the sun
Most likely to throw a punch before a word leaves the creeps mouth.
And if your ever feeling gross and icky bc of the creeps?
Bros pulling out every stop.
Hes getting Zane to make a 10 course Michelin star meal, he's getting your comfort items, a hoodie (yours or his, doesn't matter) and he's becoming a 10/10 massager
Hes getting self care items, and a bath along with movies and cuddles with a side of shoulder to cry on
But if you get angry about the creeps??
He eggs you on. Agrees with you"YEAH BABE, FUCK THOSE ASSWIPES"
he will actively encourage any fist fights fights want to start with them
Hes your number 1 hype man, as well as comforter
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Cole:
This man worships the ground you walk on. Just generally
Also drinks the respect tea (all of them do)
Hes always telling you how amazing you look, and even gives advice for anything you may need
Clothes? Food? Whatever hobby your working on?
He just has a eye for style of all categories
Hes generally also more down to earth, and realizes its much more than looks that makes a person
Which is why it takes him a bit longer to confess, as he wanted to get to know you better first (this man is demiromantic and demisexual)
Hes also fucking oblivious
So when people are more... sly about their intentions, like wording and such, he prolly won't notice
But the second he gets wind of what they are tryna pull
Hes super passive aggressive
And he slings a arm around your shoulder, or hides you behind him
Trys to talk it out first, and if they don't catch the hint they will catch his hands
Hes not... great with comfort tbh
His mom's dead and his dad's lowkey emotionally unavailable so he's not good at it
But he will rub your back when you cry, and buy takeout
He'll also prolly ask kai or Jay about how to comfort you better, bc both had either a sibling or parent.
He would ask Nia buts she's a younger sibling with a emotional brick wall of a brother so it's next to never she did some comforting.
Hes a little confused when it comes to comfort but Hes got spirit
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Lloyd:
He has always been a little silly
So expect to bark at your aggressors
Idk why I just see him barking at your catcallers
Besides that
Hes always relied more on personality for if he likes someone, like cole
Not that kai doesn't care for personality he does, but looks plays a bigger factor for kai than they do cole and lloyd
Anyways
Off topic
Lloyd doesn't make a big deal how you look. Like doesn't comment on your outfits like cole.
Doesnt mean he doesn't think you don't look nice, bc he thinks you look lovely always
But moreso doesn't give a fuck
Wear a potato sack, or go naked, he doesn't give a fuck he just wants to get to the mall before it closes to he can check out the anime shops
He Def has a idrc additude, especially in dragon rising i feel, so I think if you want compliments you'd have to be outright about it, whereas the other two just kinda;"aww my partner is lovely🥰🥰"
And he's like;"babe, love you to bits and pieces but hurry the fucketh upeth I wanna get there before the fucking store closes"
And bc of that he's also the worst at comfort
Like he's always been told to suck it up so he kinda just is like... cool you done? And stands there awkwardly. He will get better with time, but please explain how to help better for future moments bc he was a Lil scared when you started crying.
Anyways back to the beginning about when mfs are being creepy
Barks at them
Fr barks
Bc it weird them out and he thinks it's funny
Or just tries to be as weird as possible
Like starts acting possessed
Crawls backwards on all fours like the lady from the ring or smth
If generally weirdness doesn't work he fights them
Though he tries to scare them off first
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eth3real-ess3nce · 1 year ago
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PICK A ♡ PILE - THREE MONTH LOVE FORECAST
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Top left (1) , Top right (2) , Bottom left (3) , Bottom right (4)
Enjoy!
PILE 1
This reading is meant for you if one of more of these apply: ♡ you have been planning your Christmas holidays (2-3 months prior) ♡ you were born in March or April ♡ life path 3 6 or 8 ♡ someone close to you (or you) is named Christina ♡ summer is your favourite season ♡ you hate coffee ♡ it's your last year of high school or college ♡ you own a cat ♡ you are from Asia or dream of visiting Asia / Eastern Asia ♡ you love Starbucks ♡ you see angel number 333 ♡ you used to love Bratz or Monster high ♡ I see you regaining your confidence, how lovely! Many of you have been thinking about making changes to your appearance & you will make these thoughts come true. You will be PAMPERED by the universe. Feels good to finally spoil yourself, huh? Totally! And because of the radiance your glow up offers you, you are going to attract multiple "knights" who will want to add to it. I see material gifts, thoroughly planned dates and tokens of appreciation in your future. Many of you will be meeting new potential love interests during Christmas holidays. Please be careful of lovebombers. Now it isn't the case for everybody of course, since it's a collective reading. But if you notice that someone is making big promises early on and you feel uncomfortable with it, listen to your gut please. For many of you, there might be a third person you don't know about. And whether you know about the third person , please avoid getting entangled in such situations as it won't end well for you..I'm saying this with love Being showered with gifts and being treated like a queen is amazing , but just be aware of the hidden agendas. In cases a third person doesn't exist, they will attempt to lure you in by pretending that you are everything you ever asked for. Keep your lovely eyes open! ✨ 💗 Zodiac signs mostly present/related: Taurus, Leo, Cancer (sun, moon, rising or venus)
PILE 2
This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ Life path 5 or the number 5 on your birth date ♡ you are christian or muslim ♡ you wear earphones most of the time ♡ your favourite colour is a shade of blue ♡ you have sensitive stomach or food intolerances ♡ you drop things on the floor easily lately ♡ you like to draw, you use black&white filters on pictures a lot ♡ you live near a thrift shop ♡ your name ends with an "e" ♡ you have practised art before like drama or sculpting I feel that this is my heartbroken pile. I want to start by giving you a BIG warm hug and try to offer you the sweetest, most encouraging words possible today. I'm sensing some type of betrayal here whether it's literal or emotional. You tend to overgive to people close to you, even if they don't deserve it. You are tired of feeling taken advantage of. You feel that so much is owed to you and you definitely have the right to feel this way. You have been stepped over and over again. This is the time where you will be given the decision to put an end to these energies. Some of you might be still entangled in situations where they drain your soul and your light , others might have walked away but are still trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts & heal.. It seems very difficult for you, because making the decision to prioritise yourself & your needs is something brand new to you. You never thought you were supposed to put yourself first before ; to think that your physical mental, emotional wellbeing must come first. My dear pile 2, I know you are seeking a glimpse of hope in today's reading but I ought to be 100% honest with you. Dating is not what is meant for you right now. You are going through one of the deepest spiritual transformations in your life currently and I am not exaggerating. You are still learning how to perceive yourself as someone who is human with needs and desires, and NOT as a doormat for others to step conveniently on. "But is there hope for me to find love?" Yes. I see that happening later than sooner, though. When you will be coming out of your "winter" phase in your life ; with your healed scars and with confidence you never even imagined you'd possess before. The future holds endless, limitless blessings for you, pile 2. All the power & courage you're seeking is within. Zodiac signs mostly present/related: Pisces & Sagittarius (sun, moon, rising or venus)
PILE 3
This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ you have short hair ♡ life path 9 or have 9 on your date of birth ♡ one of your parents or siblings has aries placements ♡ you traveled inside USA in the past month ♡ you own a green jacket ♡ you are an athlete ♡ your chart is water or air dominant ♡ your name or last name starts with an "M" ♡ you have trouble sleeping lately ♡ you have neon lights in your bedroom ♡ you prefer older guys (I don't blame you) ♡ one of your favourite artists is Taylor swift, Jhene Aiko, Beyoncé ♡ you have tattoo(s) on your wrists/hands ♡ you stay home a lot lately Currently, it seems that you prefer your solitude. Many of you have given up on dating, you feel defeated in some way. You are extra picky with people (as you should) , as you can clearly see through them & make correct judgements about them often. Some of you might have been practicing abstinence, you are spiritually isolated and you are single by choice. I see you living your truth and stand firmly on your beliefs, even if it comes off harsh or weird to others. You don't care. 😉 In the next three months: Initially, you will stay this way. It's very likely that for some of you a past lover might return and even offer closure. You will have reflected a lot on past mistakes that were made & since you took time off the dating pool, you will be able to make healthy choices for yourself. And also, to say "no" to what doesn't serve you. Dear pile 3, I agree it's good to be highly selective, but I see here that many of you struggle when it comes to receiving. You might be looking at those videos where girls are getting princess treatment, flowers, etc. from their boyfriends and you deeply yearn for it. I know some of you won't even admit it 😅 But it's PERFECTLY fine to desire those things. You deserve to be properly loved & cherished. Allow this into your life when the opportunity presents itself, because I assure you it will. Something passionate is in the cards for you. You won't expect it and you won't expect with whom it will happen. You might know (or get to know) this person & not like them at first, but then sparks will begin to ignite. Mark my words. I'm sensing heavy air energy from this pile, woah. (gemini, libra, aquarius) sun moon rising venus. Because of your naturally detached nature, you don't fall in love with just anyone . This time, though , your inner child finally feels safe with someone. This is what your spirit has been asking for. A love that feels like home. Zodiac Signs mostly present/related: Pisces, Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, Libra (sun, moon, rising or venus)
PILE 4
This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ you braid your hair very often ♡ you're reading this while you are not in your hometown ♡ you were born in 2005,2006,1997 ♡ your father is an attorney ♡ you have leo placements ♡ you come from money ♡ you have heart(s) in your bio ♡ you have dark hair and light eyes ♡ you mostly wear boots ♡ you love Green Day ♡ your venus is in Aries ♡ you have nose ring(s) ♡ your name has two A's ♡ you ate cereal the same day you read this ♡ you have a pet with green eyes ♡ you own a necklace with a crystal/stone ♡ you're half European Hello hello! I must say, this pile is scaring me a bit. So wild! 😳 and so much secrecy... 👀 Pile 4 your love lives never cease to be boring. I can hear you thinking "why am I falling in love with the wrong people" "why do i have to make difficult choices in love". I see.... There are multiple energies coming through so bear with me as I'm going to cover them all ❤️ As I said, I sense so much secrecy here. But during the next 3 months everything will be revealed. Do you have feelings for someone you shouldn't, but you keep it to yourself? You will probably either tell them or they'll know. Someone from your friend group or class has a crush on you? You will definitely discover it. Do you have an affair behind someone's back? Baby.. it will be known. Does the person you are involved with know that you don't want something serious? It's time for them to learn... I don't seek to be strict, only honest and loving with you, so this is why I advise against being reckless, okay? With your heart and others'. One of the first messages that popped up, is **warning against unwanted pregnancies** so pretty please make sure you use protection if you don't plan on getting pregnant!!! 💗 Pile 4, in the next 3 months karma will be served, whether it's good or bad. If you worry, it's not too late to change how things are. You always have free will. It's just the overall energy that I am getting. For example, if you don't want your crush to know that you like them, then they won't. BUT, opportunities will present themselves.. just sayin'! It's your choice, always. Expect those changes to occur during the next mercury retrograde (December 13th if you're reading this before that date). I advise you to be on your best behaviour, pile 4!!! I know "forbidden love" situations & mind games are giving you adrenaline and meaning in life... but it's not the time to act up if you want to be free of consequences 😳 And for those of you who know you're doing nothing wrong, I got you. Someone is absolutely infatuated with you but something is holding them back. I have channeled a few clues for you ❤️ : "dark hair" "Scorpio" "19 (could be age or numbers at their date of birth)" "Works in retail" "Initials J or D" "has a flag/scarf of their favourite football team in their room" "met at a party" "subtle ways to have physical contact with you" "had a cringe emo phase a while ago" "has randomly bought you food before" Does it ring a bell?? Zodiac Signs mostly present/related: Aquarius, pisces, Scorpio (sun, moon, rising or venus)
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jeankluv · 2 months ago
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The forgotten boy - Geto Suguru | Chapter 07
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summary: He made a deal with the devil, over 1,000 years ago. Just for the sake of his loved ones but the deal came with a condition. Everyone he met from that moment on, would forget about his existence within minutes, and will be like that for the rest of the eternity
Like that Geto Suguru lived for 1,000 years, being forgotten by everyone he met, not being remembered by anyone and being alone.
"You remember me?"
You nodded. “Of course I do.” You smiled. “You have been coming here for a few days now. Always at the same hour and always asking for the same coffee.”
tags: angst, fluff, fantasy au, different lifetimes, dual pov, use of y/n, fem!character, modern settings but also past settings, eventual smut, destiny, characters death (in the flashbacks), blood [more tags in the future]
notes: wow it’s been so long since I updated but now that September is back things are busier, I’m sorry for the late update. Enjoy this chapter, things are about to start getting interesting 😌
Sorry if there are any mistakes
materialist | previous chapter | next chapter
Jujutsu Kaisen materialist | ao3
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The next time you opened your eyes, the room was completely dark, the sun had already disappeared from the sky. You got up from the couch and walked to one of the lights, your eyes quickly adapted to the light and you saw that your apartment was still completely the same. You sighed, that weight you felt in your chest was still there.
You walked to the conical and stopped before opening the refrigerator. You hadn't gone to the supermarket, and you didn't have anything to eat. You cursed under your breath and looked at the time, you could still go to the supermarket near your apartment. But the idea of ​​meeting that man made your hair stand on end. 
You sighed and thought carefully, you could order something to eat and have it brought home, but the problem was that tomorrow you couldn't go shopping, you had an appointment and the next day the supermarket near your house would be closed, so you should go today.
“Blue.” You looked at her. “Should I go?” She meowed and you grimaced. “Now, there is barely any of your food left. “I should go.” You moved through the apartment lightly. “It's still early, there are people on the street.” You said confidently. “It will just be going for a moment and coming back.” Blue meowed again and you took it as an affirmation.
Saying goodbye to your beloved cat, you left your apartment and in an obvious hurry crossed the street until you reached the supermarket. This was quite crowded so your tense muscles relaxed instantly.
You walked through the hallways looking for and grabbing what you needed for home, also grabbing the occasional treat for Blue.
Once you paid for everything you left the supermarket and standing at the door you watched as a figure that seemed familiar to you walked in front of you. At that precise moment, your heart raced and your legs moved completely on their own.
“Suguru?” You called his name out loud, making the person stop. 
Suguru stood there, feeling his heart speed up and rise to his throat. What were the chances of finding you right at that moment? You whispered his name again, this time he felt you closer to him and his pulse accelerated even more.
“Y/n…” He turned to look at you and you greeted him with a big smile. 
“I knew it was you.” You said happily. “What are you doing here?” You tilted your head.
Suguru looked at you, thinking of a good lie that didn’t sound crazy. “Visiting a friend.” He smiled.
“Oh that’s great.” You nodded. “I was buying some grocery.” You showed him the bags. “Tomorrow we will go out on a date so I was not going to be able to buy any.” 
Suguru swallowed and the encounter with Kenjaku that morning came back to his mind. He could feel himself starting to shake and sweat but he needed to hold himself or else you would get worried. But he was already putting you in so much danger by standing there with you, by going out tomorrow with you.
“About tomorrow…” Suguru began.
“I can’t wait to go out with you.” You smiled and Suguru noticed the shine in your eyes and your happy smile.
“Y/n… I…” Suguru tried to find the words.
“You are married.” You said.
“What?” Suguru looked at you with both of his eyebrows up. “No.”
“Then you have a partner?” Suguru shook his head. “Sorry, it's just that, I got the feeling that you wanted to cancel tomorrow.” You said hurriedly with a nervous laugh coming out of you.
“Y/n, sorry.” Suguru noticed the sad look on your pretty face and felt how his heart sank. “I just… It’s complicated.”
“How?” You questioned. “You said you are not married, that you don’t have a partner, so what is it? You have a kid? Because I wouldn’t mind. Or perhaps you are not into me? Then it’s fine but I would still like to be your friend.”
Suguru once again shook his head. “It’s dangerous for you.” 
“Who says that?” You said confidently. “Didn’t I tell you that I would decide if it was dangerous or not for me to invite you over? So it’s up to me to decide if being with you is dangerous.”
“Y/n…”
“Listen Suguru.” You said firmly. “For as long as I can remember, no one has ever been able to calm me down or get me to go back to sleep after one of those nightmares. But when you hugged me, I felt totally at peace. With you I feel complete, I know it sounds crazy, but I feel that the moment you appeared in my life, the missing piece appeared.” You took a breath and continued. “If you don't want a relationship, that's fine with me, but I want you in my life, I want to know you, I want to know what you hide behind that sad look Suguru. So please don’t disappear.” You whispered.
You hadn't realized how close you had become to each other, so much so that with one more step you could feel his warmth and your breaths would mix with each other.
Suguru analyzed your face, your eyes, your nose, the 10 freckles that stood out on your face and finally your lips. Unconsciously his hand went up to your face and caressed it, gently, as if it were the most delicate sculpture in the world. But he quickly put it down and looked away from you.
“Suguru…” You whispered again and in that whisper Suguru felt a pang of longing, of nostalgia.
Your voice had come out fragile, but at that moment you felt fragile. You looked at his profile, waiting for him to look back at you. You didn't understand why it hurt you so much that a person you barely knew left, that you wouldn't see each other again, but it hurt, it tore your heart.
Suguru, after a long time of reflection, turned and cradled your face in his hands, dropping the bag he had been holding in his hands. You didn't blink for a single moment and neither did Suguru, until he rested her forehead on yours.
“Would you believe me if I told you a story?” He whispered.
And you without any hesitation responded to him. “Yes.”
He pulled away from you and looked into your eyes again, nodding. His hands let go of your face and you felt the cold of that April night hit your cheeks.
“We should go somewhere else.” Suguru said, turning his head around.
“Let’s go to my apartment.” You said.
Suguru nodded and you started to walk back to your apartment. Your heart was heaving in your chest and the grocery bags had become heavier. Suguru didn't say anything, he just followed you in silence. You didn't know what to expect from what Suguru would tell you but you had the feeling that it wasn't anything bad and that you shouldn't be afraid of him.
In the elevator Suguru subtly scanned your figure, you seemed worried and also tired. Suguru wanted to remove the weight that was accumulated on your shoulders, but she held back those impulses. He was being selfish by going there, he was selfish because he was only thinking about himself. If Suguru was braver he would have let you go and knowing that Kenjaku knew about you, he wouldn't come back to your apartment, nor would he want to tell you his story. 
You had known each other for less than a week, but neither Suguru nor you wanted to let each other go. Something was uniting you and neither of you understood what it was.
You opened the door and Blue appeared greeting the both of you. Suguru kneeled and caressed her carefully, you for your part went to the kitchen to leave the shopping bags.
“Suguru.” You appeared in front of him again. “Are you hungry? I have…”
“Let’s talk first.” He walked towards your living room and you watched his back.
You looked at Blue and then swallowed dryly, as you took air into your lungs and walked to the living room, finally sitting next to Suguru. 
Suguru played with his hands, trying to calm his nerves. He had never tried to tell his story to anyone, because it had always seemed useless and meaningless to him. And everyone would think he was crazy. 
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—1,000 years ago 
His face was covered in blood and he could barely see more than 20 meters in front of him. Kenjaku had told him that the pact had been a success and that the demons and the king had fallen. They had won. But Suguru did not know whether to believe those words as he walked among the lifeless bodies of his soldiers.
He continued limping, trying to get out of that cemetery and get to the nearest settlement and pray that his best friend was still alive.
Suguru felt that those 20 meters he spent trying to get out of there were the longest of his life but when he was finally able to see some soldiers who were looking for survivors, Suguru fell face down to the ground and was finally able to breathe.
The soldiers tended to him and rushed him to a healer to treat his wounds. The hours after that moment were blurry and he only remembers waking up with part of his face and head bandaged.
One of the soldiers approached him. "Name?" He looked at him indifferently. 
Suguru was surprised but then he remembered that his face was half bandaged so it must be normal that he didn't recognize him. But when he wanted to say his name, he felt as if thousands of blades were stuck in his throat, preventing him from saying a single word. 
The soldier sighed and turned around. “I'll come in a while.” Suguru just nodded, while he watched him leave.
Suguru looked around, there were more wounded. And he wondered if his best friend would be in a situation like that. Carefully getting up from where he was he began to walk.
He walked out of the tent and began to look around, searching for a specific figure. The soldiers moved from one side to the other, it almost seemed that the war continued and that the demons had not been defeated.
Suguru had to stop for a second trying to catch his breath, he had lost weight and his body was still weak. But it was then that he looked up again and saw the tall figure of his best friend. He was focused on looking at some reports along with other generals.
Suguru watched as he said goodbye to those generals and then looked at him. Suguru felt how he regained his breath and a smile appeared on his face as he saw how his best friend took big strides to get to where he was.
“Sato…” But Suguru was unable to finish.
“Soldier, you shouldn’t be out here with those wounds.” Satoru spoke with an authoritarian tone, which would scare anyone, but Suguru had always found it funny.
Suguru chuckled. “Satoru, you know that that tone doesn’t work with me.” 
Satoru kept his sights firmly on him. “Who do you think you are calling me by my given name?” 
Suguru looked at him confused. "Your best friend?"
“I don’t have a best friend.” Satoru said. “Now go back to the tend.”
Satoru started walking but Suguru held into his armor. “What the hell are you talking about Satoru?!” Suguru yelled.
“Soldier, let me go, now.” Satoru replied.
“You are still angry? That’s it?” Suguru said, looking at his eyes. “You know there was nothing I could do! That sorcerer was our best option, so I made the deal!” 
Satoru laughed. “Sorcerer? A deal? My goodness, some of you have really lost your minds after this war.” Satoru sighed. “Soldier, go back to where you were before and rest, stop talking nonsense.”
Satoru broke free of his grip and walked out of Suguru's sight. Suguru felt a pain in his chest, what was happening? Was Satoru so angry with him that he had decided to act as if he didn't exist?
Returning to the tent, he found his futon occupied by another patient, so he approached the soldier who had been with him before. “Excuse me, my bed is now occupied by another soldier.” 
The soldier looked at him and then at Suguru. “Each soldier has his own futon, go back to the one assigned to you.” 
"That was mine." Suguru pointed and the soldier sighed heavily. 
“That place has been free for three days and now it has been assigned to a new soldier. Go back to yours.”
“That’s impossible, You were with me 20 minutes ago.” Suguru said. 
"I don't remember you, now if you excuse me." The soldier sentenced and left the tent.
Suguru furrowed his eyebrows and felt his heart begin to lift. He stumbled out of the tent and leaned against a tree. He knew that something had happened and that the culprit was that sorcerer. But he didn't understand what and his head was filling with more and more unknowns.
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“Suguru?” Your voice made Suguru come back to the present time.
“Sorry.” He whispered looking at you, who was looking at him with a worried look. “Y/n, what you have to know, is not easy to explain or to understand.” You slowly nodded, almost without blinking. “I understand if you don’t believe me or if you think I’m a freak. And as soon as you told me to leave your apartment I will.” 
You breathed calmly, as you watched Suguru's face. You didn't see even an iota of lies in her eyes, just fear and loneliness.
Suguru took a breath and began. “Do you remember how I told you that I was born here?” She looked at you and you nodded. “Well, yes and no. When I was born here I had another name and it was much smaller.” You tilted your head, confused and trying to understand his words. Suguru knew he sounded crazy but he didn't really know how to explain it to you. “I grew up in a small house with my parents.” He smiled wistfully. “My best friend and I always wanted to get out of that place. And we did it when we turned 16.” 
Suguru looked at you to see your face, you looked at him attentively listening to every word that came out of his mouth. 
“We joined the emperor's troops and at 21 we rose in rank and by 27 we were both generals.” He paused and played with his hands. “But then I trusted the wrong person and ended up cursed.” He muttered under his breath.
You swallowed with difficulty. “Suguru, what are you trying to say?” 
He sighed and turned his face to look at you. “I have lived for more than 1,000 years.” You opened your eyes and gasped. 
Suguru waited for you to make the next move, for you to say the words he expected to hear, for you to laugh at him. But instead he met your sweet gaze, looking at you with concern.
“That’s… that’s horrible Suguru.” You whispered. 
To live for over 1,000 years didn’t sound pleasant. You had to see everyone you ever cared about die, while you had to stay there.
“There is something else.” You nodded. “No one else remembers me. In fact, for the last 1,000 years I’ve been alive, the only person who has been able to remember me, has been you.”
It was then when something inside of you clicked. Yuji’s weird behaviour towards Suguru made sense. “That’s why Yuji…”
“Y/n…”
“I believe you.” You looked at him in the eyes. “I do.” 
Suguru felt relieved, felt an immense urge to cry in that moment, someone was telling him that they believed his story. Someone did and that someone was you.
“Y/n that’s…” His voice came out weak and fragile. “But I can’t be with you or near you, the person that cursed me, he is no good news and…”
“I refuse.” You said. “Suguru.” You held his hands. “I don’t know why I am able to remember you but I do and there is… I feel a connection between the both of us that I can’t explain but it’s there and I know it might sound crazy what I’m about to say but maybe… maybe we can’t break the curse.”
“Y/n.” Suguru tried to stop you.
“No Suguru, listen.” You stopped him. “There must be a reason why I can remember you, maybe it’s because the curse is about to be broken or something like that?” 
Suguru held your gaze and sighed. “I lost all hope a long time ago.” He looked down. “We you came with that coffee and your smile, that hope that was long gone came back and I really thought I… I could break it but he… he is dangerous. And I don’t want you to be in danger.” 
“And I don’t want you to be alone.” You whispered. 
Suguru looked back at you and noticed how a silent tear was falling down your cheek, eith his thumb he pushed it away and you closed your eyes against his touch. Suguru didn't want to admit it out loud but his soul and his heart were slowly becoming yours. 
With your hand you grabbed the one that was resting on your cheek and looked into his eyes, your heart was racing and looking into his eyes was not helpful.
“Why are you crying for me?” Suguru whispered, resting his forehead on yours.
”I don't know…” You admitted with a small voice. “I just know that I don't want to let you go.”
Suguru closed his eyes tightly and clenched his jaw, feeling all the emotions wash over him. "Me neither." He was being selfish, he didn't want to let you go when he knew he could put you in danger.
When he opened his eyes again and met your sweet and warm gaze, he could get lost in it, observe every tiny detail and not get tired. His other hand came up to your face as well and with his heart rate unbalanced, he wondered what he was about to do. 
You looked at him and felt his hesitation in his gaze so you got a little closer, causing your noses to touch and your breaths to mix.
To finally end up connected in a kiss. Suguru's lips met yours as if they were created to fit perfectly. You both moved in sync, as if you were dancing perfectly rehearsed balls.
Suguru let himself be intoxicated by your flavor and your heat, feeling like he was living with you again. You made him feel alive, you made him feel loved and happy. 
Suguru couldn't let you go and would fight for you. He wouldn't let Kenjaku take away something he cared about again.
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“Are you nervous?” Satoru whispered right next to him.
“Of course I’m nervous. We are about to meet the young emperor and the empress.” Suguru said, adjusting his armor.
Satoru smirked. “We are the youngest warriors to defeat a curse of that category, I’m sure we will have an amazing party.”
“You are always thinking about partying.” Suguru sighed.
“Of course.” He smiled. “You know I heard there are pretty girls in the place.” He winked his eye and Suguru rolled his eyes.
Then the drums sounded, announcing the entrance of both. The two best friends looked at each other and nodded proudly. With a firm step they entered the room until they reached the emperor, who was merely 15 and his mother the widow empress and knelt down to pay their respects.
Suguru's gaze rose and it was then that he connected with the gaze of a young woman, who sat behind the empress. In that moment Suguru felt a connection emerge between the two.
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bonefall · 9 months ago
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Talk and/or rant about why you like Bumble from DotC please?
Bumble makes me want to cry. Her story is just... heartbreaking. She's one of the sweetest, most honest characters in the entire series, and the way she is abused by Tom the Wifebeater and denied asylum by the Moor Cats, then murdered for Clear Sky's arc, genuinely makes me feel sick.
But I've talked about that before. Many, many times. Let me celebrate her brief life for this one post, just covering her during The Sun Trail. Her first appearance in Book 2 where Clear Sky murders her, Thunder Rising, is the start of the scene that begins her slow, agonizing death.
I don't only love her out of spite for how she died; I love her because she was a wonderful, warm, confident character, and an excellent friend. She provided relief from the agonizing Settler group, who are insufferably angsty and controlling of each other, and most importantly, space away from Turtle Tail's awful friend, Gray Wing.
The closer that Bumble gets to Turtle Tail, the more confrontational Gray Wing becomes. He starts to hate Bumble, as if she's stealing his Plan B while he spends all the rest of his time with Storm. I'm convinced that the writers (and the fandom sometimes <_<) believe that this is "compelling romantic drama" which makes Turtle x Gray sweeter when it finally happens, but it just makes me feel like TurtleGray is the Bad Ending for every woman character involved.
After a brief appearance as she witnesses the Settlers arrive on the moor, the very first time we get to meet Bumble is when Gray Wing and Turtle Tail are hanging out on some sunny rocks. She's cheerful, outgoing, and curious, wanting to get to know her new neighbors.
Gray Wing, the POV character, immediately makes an incorrect assumption about her weight, thinking she won't be able to climb. She can, just fine, and she plays an Uno Reverse card on how skinny they are lmao
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First thing out of her mouth is, "Oh you are SKIN AND BONES!!" Same energy as grandma who is about to make you feel more full than you have ever been in your entire life, considering she's going to open her home to Turts in a couple chapters.
They get into a conversation where Bumble asks where they came from, and why they left the mountains. She remains friendly and open, just enjoying small talk with these total strangers. She's enjoyable and lighthearted, in welcome contrast to the Settler's group which is full of moping, miserable cats.
(and in my live-read I was even frustrated at the time by how it seemed like the Settlers would have 1 or 2 nice moments, and then go back to fighting or brooding. It's unpleasant.)
In this first interaction it's just a glimmer, but it seems that what Turtle Tail LIKES about Bumble is that she makes her feel special. She LISTENS, unlike how Gray Wing is going to be in a couple of chapters.
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She likes telling the shocking tale of giant birds to Bumble, and Bumble is happy that they're away from such hardships now. When Turtle Tail turns the questions back on her, Bumble is happy to gush about her life as a house cat.
She loves her people, playing with their children and always having plenty of food, explaining that when she gets bored she comes to the woods for a nice walk. Then, she mentions something very important.
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Historically, there WAS no aggression towards outsiders. Cats like Bumble didn't take what they didn't need, and were left alone for it. This first interaction paints the full picture. Bumble wasn't afraid of the Settlers because there never was a reason to be scared.
CLEAR SKY is inventing the borders to aggrieve random cats. Him. His idea. Before him, you could walk through the forest freely like Bumble did.
This is before the arc irrevocably goes up in flames at the end of Book 3 by committing to a Clear Sky "Redemption," and is forced to create One Eye and Slash out of nowhere for Books 4/5/6. Before that absolutely baffling mistake of a choice, it is clear that The Settlers are the problem.
There WAS no Slash or One Eye. They were retconned in midway through the arc to make Clear Sky and The Settlers look less bad.
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After this exchange, Turtle Tail dismisses Bumble's way of life and chuckles at a joke Gray Wing makes about how they'll probably never see Bumble again because she'll be afraid of them... but she's thinking about her. It strikes me as being the same kind of feeling as the swirling, murky feeling of a new crush.
Can't get the chunky kitty girl out of her head, can you, Turtle Tail?
We don't see Bumble for a few more chapters, but in her next appearance, it's implied she's been visiting Turtle Tail for a while. Gray Wing sees them sharing a meal. Please note how Turts is immediately defensive. As if she feels like she's being caught in the middle of doing something wrong.
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(Tangent: note the constant suspicion and aggression towards Wind and Gorse. who live here.)
Gray Wing is as oblivious as ever. For a character described as "wise" he's incredibly dense towards the feelings of others. Yet, always, ALWAYS, Bumble is cheerful. This brewing animosity is NOT returned, she's happy to see him again.
He tries to recruit her to the moor group and she enthusiastically declines with a "No way! I love my life, actually!"
As soon as she's out of earshot, Here Comes The Confrontation. The exact one that Turtle Tail correctly anticipated when she got defensive earlier;
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"You shouldn't have friends I don't approve of, Turtle Tail. It bothers me."
How can I NOT love Bumble? When her primary purpose is to be a friend for Turtle Tail, while Gray Wing is either ignoring her or sending her on guilt trips through this entire book? She's RELIEF for a woman who's being treated like trash, and every time she shows up she's doing something cute or helpful!
(Tangent: This book's pacing is garbage. The next scene is a sudden fox raid where a billion foxes attack the camp, and then the Settlers reveal that they don't know what a fox is. BUMBLE taught Turtle Tail about the danger of foxes. This is contradicted by the later books where there's cats back at the tribe named after foxes and Quiet Rain calls her shittiest son a foxheart. But there's waaay worse continuity errors in this arc.)
Gray Wing, the POV, hates her for no goddamn reason. It's right there on the page that he can't give Turtle Tail an answer as to why she should stop hanging out with her. The two continue to fight as Turts desperately tries to salvage their relationship while Gray Wing finds ways to snap at her or offend her.
I think the next appearance of Bumble is actually the most cringeworthy, though. I get secondhand embarrassment reading this one.
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Turts just stayed with her friend overnight, and Gray Wing throws a fit about it, hissing at her that she's using the wrong terms and that she's forgotten where she belongs. Bumble watches this all happen like 😬, and then when Turtle Tail apologizes for this asshole having a conniption, he hisses AGAIN and whines about how he doesn't need to be apologized for.
But Bumble, up to her very last appearance in this book, is helpful and open.
After Gray Wing is nearly slaughtered by Fox at the border on Clear Sky's orders, so he kills him in self defense, causing Clear Sky to disown Gray Wing as his brother, which is the final straw for the pregnant Storm to run off, and then The Pacing Brothers have a casual chat over the still-warm corpse of the dead lackey, the input lag finally sends the signal to Gray Wing's brain that he needs to go find Storm.
It's BUMBLE that tells him where she can be found, as always, cutting through tension. Turtle Tail stays behind because she's understandably fed up with Gray Wing, so Bumble brings him where he needs to go. She guides him through the town, over roads, to the abandoned building where Storm is staying.
Gray Wing whines the whole time because he is a loser.
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It's also interesting to me that when Bumble's annoyed with him, she doesn't huff or even get rude. She just glances back, and points out that there's disadvantages to his lifestyle too. You get used to it.
In better books, Gray Wing's POV would be considered unreliable in the end. He's an oblivious jackass whose thickness causes him to treat other people poorly, EXCEPT for his monstrous brother, whose violence and abuse he enables through the entire series. Though he's hailed as a "perfect boy so very full of love," he causes a LOT of the problems in his own relationships and familial dynamics.
Smarter books would encourage you to step back and think critically about the events as he perceived them;
Why did his judgement of Bumble begin to harden as Turtle Tail spent more time with her? Did Bumble do anything to deserve this?
Did Gray Wing's behavior lead to Turtle Tail's eventual decision to leave the moor? Were there other factors?
What are the flaws he can identify about himself? How will he grow from this?
Are there broader problems with The Settlers, which may have influenced the mindsets of both Turtle Tail and Gray Wing?
Unfortunately with Gray Wing, the only thing they identify as a "problem" in how he treated Turts in The Sun Trail is that he spent less time with her, as he pursued Storm. The controlling behavior and frequent arguing, the condescension, and the public embarrassment are NOT treated as negative traits to address as the series goes on.
(they never are. These are not directly addressed in any of the other terrible men in the series; Clear Sky, Bramblestar, Raggedstar, etc. only paternal neglect is condemned. Men are even allowed to beat their kids and it will not be called out.)
And breaking through that lens, you see Bumble. Who is just here to be a person that Turtle Tail needs, a good friend, someone who's confident, self-assured, and LOVES the life that she lives. I can't help but feel joy every time she walks onto the screen in The Sun Trail, because Gray Wing is SO frustrating that I'm rooting for Turtle Tail to go somewhere that she'll be appreciated.
It's as if they NEEDED to invent Tom the Wifebeater, who spawns in like some kind of random event just before Thunder Rising (the humans just... went to the shelter and adopted The Worst Cat. No checks on if he's aggressive towards other cats or anything), so that Turtle would HAVE some kind of reason to leave. Because, as you can see here, she wouldn't have gone back otherwise.
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bitter-me · 10 months ago
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hi can i request wxs with a reader who bakes a lot, and often surprises them with fresh pastries? if you dont wanna write all of them just rui or emu is fine! 😊
It Only Takes a Taste
Wonderland X Showtime | M. Reader
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"You remind me of a girl I once knew.."
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Tsukasa Tenma
Will praise your baking skills like there's no tomorrow.
You once make star-shaped sugar cookies for him and he cherishes that thing like it's a real star.
100% brags about having someone who has amazing baking skils
If he sees you baking in the kitchen, he'll help you and you don't have the right to say no. I mean just look at him! Don't you see how he shines brighter than the freaking sun at the thought of baking with you?
The face he makes every time he takes the first bite is always priceless. His eyes practically sparkle.
Also suggested that you should open a bakery, claiming that, "with your skills you'll definitely become a famous baker in no time!"
Rui Kamishiro
Will tease you for giving him a surprise pastry.
Definitely eats them as a snack as he builds his inventions and draws his blueprints.
Either that or midnight snack. Let's be honest, he probably only gets 3 hours of sleep at best with how many inventions he makes. Not to mention those ideas of his.
If he ever catches you baking, it can and will turn into a flour fight. Honestly it'll probably be a war that ends with the kitchen being all messy.
Jokingly say "My compliments to the baker." although he truly meant it.
Nene Kusanagi
Will act all shy because she never has anyone give her anything and a surprise at that?
Definitely eats them as a snack while she plays her video games.
If she sees you baking in the kitchen, she'll try her best to help you. Cooking Mama style. Do the Mama accent and you either get a laugh or a jab in the gut.
She either groans or giggles as you make a Minecraft reference while making a cake/cookies.
She probably suggested you make foods from different games/shows. For example, cookie cat from Steven Universe, butterscotch cinnamon pie from Undertale, the cake from Portal, etc etc.
One day you surprised her by making bacon pancakes from Adventure Time for breakfast and her face lit up.
Emu Otori
Congratulations, you've officially become her favorite person.
Will ask you directly if you have any pastries with you. Who can blame her? It's delicious! And if she could she'll eat it all day everyday!
If she sees you baking in the kitchen, she'll be super excited at the thought of helping you. Imagine a child who wanted to help their parents cook/bake with stars in their eyes, yeah, that's her.
Will also suggest you to open a bakery.
Gives you a small kiosk in Phoenix Wonderfully because she thinks that everyone should try your pastries and it would definitely, absolutely, 100%, guarantee, make everyone smile with just a single bite with how delicious it is.
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Another day, another show, another successful day for the troupe.
"You guys did wonderful today, a total of 246 tickets were sold." [Name] stated, looking through the clipboard in his hand.
He's been friends with Tsukasa since childhood who have found joy in the world of theater although not being talented in either singing or dancing, [Name] has become their manager. He's quite grateful for such an opportunity. After all, what's a troupe without a manager?
His carrying nature made him the perfect manager for the troupe and they can't ask for a better manager.
"246 tickets!? That's a lot!" Emu cheered, it's only been a few months since they all started their path towards their dreams and to think they've already made such a progress. "Of course! It's only expected that people wanted to see our show! To see a star!" Tsukasa claims as he smiles proudly at their achievement.
Nene merely smiles as she watches the group being happy at their rising to stardom. "So manager, what's on our schedule for today?" Rui asked curiously.
"Why don't we have a break? It's been a long day."
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As the group have a small break, [Name] left to grab something before long he returns with....
"Cookies! You're the best [Name]!" Emu cheered, her eyes sparkles the moment her eyes locked on the small container in their manger's hands. "When did you have the time to do this?" Nene asked.
[Name] puts the container on the table, smiling softly as he watch the group enjoy the cookies he made. He had always enjoy baking and surprising them with fresh pastries had easily became a hobby of his. "I managed." He replied, taking a seat next to Nene.
"Hmm~ You should open a bakery! These are delicious!" Tsukasa compliments as he took another bite of the cookie. "Fufu~ as expected of our manager~" Rui chuckles, eating the pastry with a cheshire grin.
"Honestly, you don't have to.." Nene says, nibbling on the cookie. "But I wanted to~ plus seeing your guys faces every time I gave pastries are always a joy to see~"
Their manager's baking skills had never failed to surprise them. They look absolutely adorable and they're really delicious! The first time he does this, they thought it would just be a one time thing but as time passes. [Name] continues to give them copious amounts of pastries.
They're forever grateful for their manager, not only for the pastries, but for his whole support.
It won't be long until their little theater troupe would make it big and they have their manager to thank them. Who knows? Maybe [Name] might actually start a bakery with Wonderland X Showtime promoting it? Killing two birds with one stone, no?
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mysouleaten · 10 months ago
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raining cats and dogs ! [pt 3]
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tokyo rev cats/dogs x gn! reader
summary ... it only started with [name] taking in two strays when they were driving home from work, it was pouring and the two poor strays were soaked! you couldn't leave them… so you took them in
warnings ... fluff, fluff, fluff, and more fluff, weird dude
[part one] [part two] [part three].... [part four]
you were sitting in the pet clinic for over four hours. the sun was setting and the moon was slowly rising
you looked down at your phone '6:14 pm' was the time
you looked up at the door where the people took your new rescue
you slumped back into your chair, hoping this would soon be over, you had two other cats at home waiting for you
you sat up when you saw a man with a box --and a towel covering it-- come out, he looked around and then put the box down on the counter
"mx...[name]?" he hesitantly asked
"yep, that's me!" you said and stood up to walk the man in the white coat
"ah! yes, so your cat is in the box here" the man patted the box softly and continued "we stitched him up, gave him some pills, and gave him his rabies shots... he was a stray correct?"
"yep, he was.. found him somewhere, I didn't want to leave him, ya know?" you scratched the back of your neck
"I know what you mean, its good that your bright him here, another minute and the poor thing would have died," he said and continued, "I think you also brought two others before here right?" he asks
"yeah I did" you nod
"mhm, well here you go" he handed you a pill bottle "these are for him after he wakes up, make sure he eats one every day, they are vitamins and pain relievers"
"okay got it, do I feed them by themselves or with food?" you ask
"they are bitter so yes you can feed them with food" he nodded "oh and before you go, please make another appointment after a week, alright? I wanna make sure he's healthy"
you nodded again and carefully took the box into your arms and left the clinic. something about that guy... rubbed you the wrong way.. maybe it was just you
you carefully put the box into the casket in front of your motorbike and sat down and started the engine
you looked at the clinic again and the same guy was standing there with his hands behind his back, you shivered then drove off
'maybe I should find another clinic..' you thought
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you drive into your apartment complex's parking lot and park next to your car
turning off your motorbike and grabbing the box and putting it on the sidewalk, turning back to your bike you grabbed the chain from under the seat of the bike and wrap the chain through the bike's wheel and warp the chain around a poll finally locking it
it's better to be safe than sorry was what your brother says to you, plus this is his bike and you don't want it stolen
turning to the box where your new fluffy friend is in. picking the box up and walking towards the stairs and up
you unlock the door and close it back when you step into your home
"im home!" you say, then you hear small paw steps and meows coming from your room
you saw take' and peachy run towards you, meowing their little hearts out too you
crouching down with the box in your lap "heeey, sorry for being so late! I found this little guy!- or well he's kinda big actually, hahah"
peachy and take' step up with their front paws on your knees and try to take a peek into the box
"be careful alright? the big guys hurt.. found him at a car dump.. lots of other cats there too" you say
but you didn't see take' 's eyes widen and he stepped off your knee. peachy takes a step back too when you stand up
"ok how about you guys name your new friend while I make food?" you say as you put down the box on your window seal. peachy and take' jump up there
you stare down at the box before you hear a meow then you look at peachy
"haha this is a bit creepy isn't it?" you ask and she meows as to say 'yes'
you scratch the back of your head "well keep him safe ok? I'll go make food now" you say and back away from your cuties
coming back once more to give peachy and take' kissies on their heads, they seem to appreciate the attention
you even see take' cover his face with his paws and peachy snuggling into take' 's body
you retreat into the kitchen to set the food for your friends and an extra bowl for the new friend
how lucky are you to have another friend?
you didn't even realize how many more friends are soon gonna join your family
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nympheaecaea · 6 months ago
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୨ৎ where him and i meet ୨ৎ
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SUMMARY ୨ৎ park wonbin stumbles upon a magical hotel and meets the girl of his dreams (literally). OR witches, elves, shapeshifters and gods run a hotel.
PAIRING ୨ৎ god!park wonbin x witch!yn
GENRE ୨ৎ fantasy, fluff, slow burn, eventual smut
FANDOM ୨ৎ riize, nct, red velvet
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when yn woke up, she tasted it in the air. something was amiss with that day. 
on the weekends, she ought to wake up early. from mondays to fridays she’d sleep until the sun was in the north and the birds were no longer singing, and when she’d get up, the table would’ve been laid and lunch prepared. but on the weekends, yn was asked to eat breakfast before. thus, she woke up early on the first day of the rest of her life. 
the sun was already up, chalky and chilly, yet bright in the wintry morning. yn's home was still, where there should’ve been the pandemonium of timed errands, there was only the void of those who had left. she enjoyed that stillness. rising from bed, she pulled the silky covers and tidied the embroidered pillows–her covers weren’t stretching enough and her pillows weren’t fluffing up enough. if it weren’t for that stillness, sohee, her younger brother, would’ve barged in, plopping himself on the mattress and rolling around on top of her plushies, sungchan would’ve followed, picking the fluffiest ones to punch, withal, she found haechan to be the worst of them, he’d talk and talk and talk. for that, she enjoyed that stillness. yn smoothed her dress and braided her hair–her dress wasn’t fitting as well and her hair wasn’t curling as much.
downstairs, the morning was awakening with the ushered lull of chirping and whispering, the footsteps that scattered and the glassware that clattered. yn joined her housemates at the table–it was a glossy mahogany, so vast it could’ve fitted a village, with a surface strategically covered in breakfast foods: bowls of rice and soup, platters of meat and pancakes, and the herbal tea irene would brew for their spirit. 
“good morning, dearest.” irene, who had been engrossed in her newspaper, greeted the girl. “did you sleep well?” she asked softly, her voice always a solemn whisper. she took a drag of her pipe, the flowery smoke surrounding them. irene was a witch of primeval blood: she dried flowers to put in her pipe and brew in her tea, believing that it would connect her to the land and make her spirit stronger, she had a willowy black cat, who ran errands for her in the human world and read the morning paper, and she liked to hunt. but never animals. 
“like a baby,” yn assured her. before she could return the question, however, seulgi pushed through the swinging doors with her hip, her steps careful and eyebrows furrowed with all the concentration she had to not spill the plate and cup she carried. “there,” she sighed, as she settled both in front of yn. “a full english breakfast with freshly processed apple juice.” she smiled charmingly, her cheeks rising with a tangerine glow. “and!” she started adding, “i made it from scratch, no sorcery, at all!” seulgi finished, bouncing slightly on her feet with excitement. 
haechan, who had been silent–a blessing that yn had come to find only happened when he ate–, scoffed at that. seulgi could glide so lightly on her feet, she wouldn’t leave footsteps on snow, and she was a powerful fighter, but, oh, so graceful, it was as if she was dancing with her opponents. yet, she channeled her spirit as a newborn deer walking on its wobbly legs; sparks, blasts, and domestic fires. irene was the one to care for her, calmly dabbing a hand enchanted by runes over the flames and giving her a drag of her pipe. she was also the one to glare at the boys when they snarked, shutting haechan before he could even interject. 
yn gathered the different ingredients of her breakfast plate in a bite, and even as she chewed the rushes of flavour, she could not stop tasting the wrongfulness of the day. she decided to ask, even if she feared the answer: “say, auntie, where is uncle taeil?” she had noticed the moment she went down the stairs, taeil had not been there with his gigantic crochet sweaters and his freckled cheeks rising with his blinding smiles to greet her. 
irene took a sharp breath and put down her pipe. “left this morning,” she only said, knowing that yn would understand. “didn’t even say goodbye, that sappy bastard…” she rolled the dampness off her eyes and raised her pipe back to her cherry red lips. 
taeil’s departure would be the beginning. 
yn knew his day would eventually come, as it would irene’s, as it would hers and as it had her mother’s. just the same, she wasn’t prepared for it. 
all magical beings were called into the draft. eventually, a pigeon would deliver a letter, an apparition would come in dreams, a knight would ride to the door knocker, and eventually, they’d be sent away. yn hadn’t always feared the draft, dreaded it, perhaps, but not feared. the day a cat had squished through her window, a small package in its mouth that demanded her mother, as if she were nothing more than a weapon, had fulminated the fear. her mother never came back then, even when she sat at the table eating dinner, she was still gone. 
on monday a tiny little imp had waddled through the temple, irene swinging an elven axe in her hand at the sight of it, and taeil understood his turn had come. it had lingered in the air then, the loathing that taeil had tried to hide, but they could see. the way his smile was tightlipped, that of longing, the way his eyes were watery, those of regret. it was in the air, how he’d dance with sungchan and sing with haechan till late, so late, irene would tell the youngsters to go to bed, only to join taeil after, the way he’d ruffle sohee’s chocolate hairs and bake him cookies, or the way he’d stay in the silence with yn, just them in their own warm summery bubble, napping like cats stretched in the sun. they’d miss him, they’d miss him a lot. because, even if he came back, he’d never be the same. 
“they’re back,” irene said, the darkness of her locks swinging as she turned to the door that led to their backyard. those opened in no second, and through them johnny and sungchan walked in, both covered in a thin coat of sweat and a blush from the gelid air. “good morning boys, how was the run?” she asked them. 
“wondrous!” sungchan replied excitedly, “the weather is lovely, and the streets were so empty, i could shift into anything!” he declared, taking a seat next to yn and nudging a piece of her fried egg to himself. 
johnny nodded through the younger’s words, busying himself with filling a tall cup of dark coffee. “hey,” he started, and oh no… “why did the morning coffee never talk to the herbal drinks?” he asked into the silence that had reached the room, “because they weren’t his cup of tea!” he finished with a cackle. 
like irene, her aunt, yn was a witch of primeval blood. she had lived the beginning of her life by a river. there, she spent her noons learning and reading, entertained by the wandering spirits; the naiads, who would braid her hair and sing about the wonders of corporeal warmth, the kirin who would come to her window to watch her play the violin until her jaw was bruised, the pixies who would bring her flower crowns that would tangle against her mahogany curls, and when the moon would rise in the sky painted by veils of green and purple lights, her mother would come with baskets of the “outside”. she had always known there was another world out there, one with a roaring of engines and clocks, but she had preferred the world of her own creation, her, her mother, her aunts and, sometimes, a nice man that would bring her dolls. 
and then, the cat came. 
not a month later, she had left her small, sweet world behind. yn had followed baechu, irene’s familiar, carrying a violin case in her back and a luggage from the outside with her essentials: books so chunky she had to sit on the case to close it, gowns and bows sewed from the softest of the silks, and gifts from her unearthly friends. they had rushed through the train station, the small girl garnering looks from the passersby, old ladies who asked her questions and young boys who wanted to hold her braid. she had, of course, cried through it all. the engines and the clocks and the people and the tick tock tick tock and the click clack click clack. 
so, like irene, she came from a long line of primeval witches, and she still didn’t understand things like morning runs or johnny’s jokes. 
“it’s almost time to open up,” seulgi said looking at the watch on her wrist. “what is the schedule for today?” her eyes settled on sohee, who instantly opened a heavy book and pointed. 
the younger boy, opposed to the boyishness his features still carried, was in charge. “we’re starting to get busier with the spring equinox coming, but there is not much to do today. i think we can have the day off.” he announced, finishing with a docile smile.
“and, hopefully, we’ll have somebody new come in before the spring equinox begins.” irene said, standing from her seat and smoothing her inky skirt that covered her to her feet. irene liked long, dark clothes, the sort of clothes that made kids point at her and say ‘mommy, look, witch!’. seulgi joined her, a contrast of darkness and colourfulness, whereas irene was elegant and dainty, seulgi was fresh and boyish, with youthful freckles and mandarin hair that sat at the top of her head showing her pointed ears with gold assets. 
“it’s time.” sohee told them, eyes on the watch. 
when the clock striked 10a.m, the temple opened. 
coming soon...
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aloneatpeace · 1 year ago
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𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳
NEW GREENIE '1'
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The sound of whispers and beeping noise make you stir in your unconsciousness state, eyes blurry you see people move around. Your body felt weakened as you try to move.
“Does she have to?” a voice asked, a male voice that’s much clear as the face of the said was blurry
“Yes, it’s for the best “the feminine said as new image come in your vision, you try to voice but the sore throat didn’t allow it.
Something stings in your arm as robotic voice announced “INITIATEING MEMORY ERASE” suddenly everything went black.
Loud alarms rings as you fully starts to awake.
“WICKED IS GOOD”
that was last thing you hear before you felt like you’re moving in some type of carrier, eyes adjusting in the darkness you move around, you are in some kind of box as go up with there is boxes around you. The box stared to go up really fast you automatically hold on the boxes around you. Fear filled you mind, suddenly its stop the turbulence make you hit your head to one of the boxes that you holding onto. You groan in pain, a bright light hit your face and someone jump into the box, you back yourself against the box at entry of this unknown person.
“Rise and shin…. wait…. you’re a girl?” the guy said at his word the murmuring of crowd get louder
“A what?”
“Really?... a girl now?”
“Is she pretty?”
“It’s going to be fun”
“What you mean a girl? Is there no food or supplies in there?”
You puzzled at the comments get angered as well scared, did the not seen a girl before? Who is these people? What is this place? Why are you here?
“SHUT IT” a voice command and everyone fall silent, “greenie call Namjoon”
“I’m not the greenie anymore…...fine” you don’t need to see that who ever said shouted was some sort of leader and later one obviously obeyed the command
 “Gally back up she must be afraid let her come out herself” the same voice said but it didn’t have any emotion it almost felt detached and cold.
You look at the guy Infront of you, he gives an encouraging node before backing up, slowly you also come out. Compared to the box coldness and darkness its entirely opposite, the sun was bright and you already could feel sweat building up, but that’s not what you thinking, who the hell are these boys, why aren’t there any other girls?
In fear you didn’t hear what the guy said, one Infront of you was saying something his face blank  messy black hair, worn out clothes with mud stains here and there, cat like eyes and some really nice hands if that’s man is beautiful the one next one is blinding beauty same kind of clothes and unruly hair tall compared to the first one, and he is unfairly perfect head to toe even with sweats droplets on his forehead you could look both of them for eternity but it was not the right time. when the shorter one starts to take a closer step that’s when finally, the adrenaline kicks in you bolt out of there like your life depends on it.
“We got a runner” someone from the crowd cheered as the boy’s chant along, you didn’t look back you search for an exit that’s when you see giant opening, without thinking you run towards it there is no cheering now that’s when you heard someone behind you catching up to you making you look back you see a boy catching up to pretty fast, suddenly you are tackled by someone from the front you both fall back towards the boy who is in back the three you collide with each other you start to kick and throw hands at them some you hits was successfully delivered as they groan.
“Clam down, we are not going to hurt you” one of them said as you thrash around as the other try to get your hands that gripping his hair, for minute he thought he would go bald at the strength you gripped his hair he needs a haircut.
“Get off me” you gritted your teeth. The two boys look at each other before laying on top you “get off me… you’re crushing me”
“Will you promise us you won’t run” you shit and move around but none of that seems to work.
“Everything alright Taehyung?” a new voice said as you three looks to side to see two more guys coming towards you
Taehyung looks down at you “are we cool now?”
You sigh before nodding and slowly taehyung and other get off you, slowly you stand up panting from the all running the opening is just few meters away you can make it, the two other guys a few feet’s away from the three of you.
The one who now you know is taehyung is closer to you, panting next you, before he can catch his breath you kick him where you know hurts the others eyes goes wide you took of running again as he shouts “THAT’S IS NOT COOL”
Namjoon’s and yoongi’s eyes wide when you kick taehyung where they know damn very well will hurt. Namjoon was prepared for the new greenie’s arrival but this not what he expected, when Jungkook came running saying the new greenie is girl, he thought he is messing with him, but Jungkook never do anything like that unless you are jin or other gladers.
He doesn’t know how deal with you, he doesn’t know if he ever talked to any girls before ending up in the maze. He knows it won’t be easy and you just proved his thoughts right.
Before you at the opening a set of arms reach around your waist lifting you off the ground making you yelp and you’re tossed over someone’s shoulder. You thrash around his hold but the guys seem to have no effect as he easily walks off with you over his shoulder.
“Put me down” you hit his back but still no reaction from him, you sigh in defeat as he continued on his path. Jungkook watch Namjoon take you away effortlessly with amazement lazed eyes and wide smile, Namjoon is so cool. he thinks 
“Forgive me for this” he said confused you lift your head and suddenly your tossed to ground, you crash down there roughly. You look around and realize that its some kind of pit. “You can come up when you are clam down” he said before leaving
Namjoon leader of the glade walk back to where yoongi, second in command stand with taehyung and greenie… Jungkook stands.
“You alright there?” he asks taehyung
“I will live” taehyung said pained smile
Yoongi gives him grin “will you? she kicked you pretty hard”
Seokjin keeper of cooks walks towards them with Jimin keeper of med- jack, gally keeper of builders also along with him.
“You got enough supplies?” the leader asks them
They node while gally cross his arms Infront of his chest “does it seems odd to you that, the new greenie is a girl”
“That is sexist” seokjin said with furrowed eyebrow
Gally roll his eyes before glancing back the pit where you in and back to Namjoon “why would they send a girl now?”
Namjoon node “its matter to be discussed we don’t know what the people outside is planning”
“Maybe she is last one or something” Jimin said before gasping “maybe human race is going to extinct, maybe she was sent so we can increase the population”
Everyone looks at him with concern and confusion taehyung lean towards him “did you not know she just kicked me in the balls”
Jimin’s eyes goes wide at the new information “she did what?!”
Yoongi gives him a smug grin “maybe she didn’t like him, why don’t you go and try?”
 “I like my balls thank you very much” Jimin look at taehyung “can you still feel it?” he got a node from taehyung
Namjoon shoulders falls in exhaustion “guys focus” once he has their attention he continues “here is what’s going to happen, taehyung you take rest, yoongi and Jungkook you take care the greenie once she calms down bring her to me. once the runners back we discuss farther” 
You don’t know how may hours passed, the sounds of footsteps coming towards you, as you sit silently on the floor.
“Do you still want to kick the life out of us, greenie?” one of the boys ask, it’s the same voice and when the guys are reveled your assumption is correct it is one the short boy, along with one of the boys who tackled you.
You let loud sigh before questioning them “who are you? Why am I here?”
Yoongi gives you blank stare as you dismiss his question and Jungkook answer you “well my name is Jungkook and this is yoongi second in command” Jungkook smile at the confused frown on your face you’re just like him when he first came but he was rather emotionally distraught than violent “first day is confusing for everyone, greenie”
There that name again what that supposed mean did they misunderstood for someone its sounds like a code name you slowly shake your head “I’m not this greenie you talking about I am………”
A sudden panic hit you when you couldn’t voice your name??with wide eyes you stand up hands shaking mouth hanging a lump in your throat as you try to say your name. you supposed to remember your name weren’t you then why can’t you.
Jungkook eyes looked pain as well as yoongi they all go through the same roller coaster, questioning everything everyone. Yoongi quickly changes his face cade into a stoic one “clam down greenie, you are just like everyone is here” you glance at yoongi with narrowed eyes still not fully trustful of them
“But she is a girl” Jungkook adds, Yoongi closes his eyes for minute. You walk towards them eyes focused on yoongi
“What do you mean? Why can’t I remember anything?”  
“Hold all the questions on pause Namjoon will answer it” yoongi state seeing the puzzled look he adds “Namjoon is the leader, the one who put you in here. Now if I open this will you promise not to kick anyone and not run away?”
You slowly node and he held out his hand you glance at both of them Jungkook give you an encouraging smile, you hesitantly place your hand on yoongi and the later help you out of the pit
“Jungkook will take you to Namjoon” yoongi said before walking off
As you and Jungkook walk you see so many boys watch the two of you. Jungkook shyly glance at you time to time not in creepy way but in complete curiosity.
That’s two legs that’s a nice thigh you have hips that’s have little swings do all women/ girls walk like that hands look soft its smaller than mine. Breasts, is it just like mine? Or is it look like Namjoon’s or does she have more underneath.
“What are you looking at?” you ask crossing your arms over your chest
Panicked Jungkook look away “nothing” he speed walk towards where Namjoon was standing “Hyung” he calls out making Namjoon node at walk towards the both of you.
Namjoon raised a suspicious look at his flustered face before he gives you a smile “you doing good greenie?”
You throw your head back a loud sing escapee you “why do you call me that? What is this? place who are you people? Why can’t remember my name?”
Namjoon patiently gives you a node “I will tell everything, come on walk with me” he turns to Jungkook and node at him silently requesting him leave he does and node at both of you without looking at your eyes.
You and Namjoon walks “firstly let me introduce myself, I am Namjoon, Kim Namjoon leader of the gladers. I was just like you when I first came, everyone is. no one remember the anything about themselves. Your name will come to you later. Just like you a new greenie come up the box with all the supplies we need every month. before you came Jungkook and now you are our green bean."
“Who sent us here? Why are there no other girls?”
“Who sent us here? We don’t know. They only let us keep us our name. And for the last we just puzzled as you are” he sighs when you shift in your place “but that doesn’t mean you’re less than everyone here. We will keep you safe” you looked still uncertain “I promise you that no one will hurt you here.”
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the-forests-blessing · 2 months ago
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Chapter 11
“Lukas! Hey!” 
     Outside the front door of BeacInn, our optimistic author stands. Last night's random downpour has ceased since the early morning hours and now leaves the stone street shining and a mist of steam rising from the evaporating water. The building’s drip with rain droplets that glisten under the rising sun. An orange sorbet of fluffy clouds decorate the sky, encouraging Lukas into an uplifting mood to start the day.
     In his freshly washed and dried adventure gear, Lukas turns to the sound of a squeaky voice he can only identify as the jovial ex-intern of BeaconTown, Radar. He appeared from across the street, waving down Lukas who had to adjust the ocelot in his arms so he could wave back. In the morning, Beacon seems more lively than usual with a couple of unfamiliar faces walking the streets. Distant conversations can be heard as Radar's hurried steps make it across the street to greet Lukas as he steps down the short flight of stairs.
     “Good morning, Radar. What brings you over here?” Lukas asks, giving the ocelot in his arms another quick adjustment so Dewey too could look over at the approaching man. 
     “Morning! Woooah cool outfit.” Radar gawks in amazement, to which Lukas utters a quiet ‘thanks’ for the compliment. “And hellooooo to you too Mr. Dewey,” Radar smiles fondly at the ocelot, approaching with an outreached hand. He smothers the jungle cat's head with some rather aggressive pets, squishing his ears and causing him to scrunch his face up. When he relents, Dewey shakes his head and twitches his tail irritably at the undesired and all too enthusiastic attention. “I caught you just in time! I was just about to head over to our local bakery for some morning grub. Wanna join me?” 
     “Bakery?” Lukas repeats, definitely interested. He glances up and down the street, wondering where Radar could possibly be talking about. From what he's learned, BeaconTown has five major streets all connecting to the beacon monument in the middle. The one he's been sticking to is on the far left of town as you enter. He's spent a generous amount of time scrounging around for food related establishments, but the best he's found so far is that small cafe on main street, and a few vendor stalls here and there. “You guys have a bakery here? Consider me shocked.”
     “Ohh yeah. Here, walk with me.” Radar nods his head, convincing Lukas and Dewey to follow his lead. “You’re right to be shocked. BeaconTown lost a lot of its best restaurants after uh.. Petra became mayor and everyone kinda started leaving.” The ex-intern scratches at the back of his head awkwardly, dropping his gaze down to the stone brick street. Lukas looks down too, searching the waterlogged cracks that occasionally pool into little puddles of water he occasionally finds himself stepping in. “But we were able to help some establishments survive. Nell went to work at the bakery after the great collapse, and with her help, it’s been able to thrive for years!”
     “Great.. Collapse? What, is that supposed to be some kind of humorous term in regards to Petra becoming mayor?” Lukas chuckles at the thought. “Seriously, I don’t see why the town elected her.”
     Radar laughs a bit awkwardly, shoving his hands into his green hoodie pockets. “Ah.. No, the great collapse is, well.. Basically when BeaconTown officially fell. Oh and we didn’t elect her. She kind of just appointed herself and didn’t take no for an answer.”
     Lukas’ brows raise at that. “Why..?”
     Radar shrugs. “Don’t know! Or.. Well, I have a few theories, buuut I’m trying to have a good day, so I really don’t want to think about it.”
     Lukas nods, turning his head away. More information to keep him curious... “Huh, so I assume the bakery is another spot I can find you two hanging out at?” Lukas changes the topic to avoid an uncomfortable silence. He asks with that one day in mind where he went to Radar’s and Nell’s shared residence and found no one home at the time.
     “Yeah! Or I may be at the library. It’s my favorite place to go when I’m feeling all scatter-brained.” Radar does this silly gesture at his head, then looks back at Lukas, smile ever prominent on this boy’s features. Lukas takes it he must be the kind of person to fake a smile, always quick to recover from some of the dark topics he occasionally treads down. “What about you? You got a favorite place to be?” 
     “Is that a trick question?” Lukas asks, humored by the ask and it's obvious answer. “I prefer to be one with nature. Out in the field is where I’m one with the elements. It does a lot of good for you mentally, you know? Surrounding yourself with the nature our world generously provides us.”
     “Hmm.. Is that why you're so strangely charismatic? I'm still amazed you and Dewey haven't ran out of town with your tails between your legs yet. Nobody ever stays here this long..” 
     Lukas smiles at that, grateful for the compliment. “Well, I guess it's hard to feel discouraged when I'm making the progress I need towards my goal. I've spent too many years working on this encyclopedia and I'm not gonna let any obstacles get in the way of that. It's my.. Uh.. You know. It's all I kinda got..”
     Radar ponders on that for a few seconds before he nods his agreement. “Yeah, I totally get you. Your optimism towards your own future kind of inspires me to get more invested in mine. I just wish I was as brave as I used to be, then maybe I too would– you know…” Lukas raises a questioning brow. “Enter the forest. Take in all those healing elements of nature you mentioned. From the way you talk about it, it sounds like you’re getting a real taste of heaven…” Radar leans in a little close, covering his mouth to whisper, “Well– whatever heaven has demons residing in it.”
     Lukas scoffs out a laugh. “Demons? Don’t be ridiculous– the forest doesn’t have demons.”
     Radar gives the author a doubtful look. “Then you’re just lucky you haven’t come across him yet!” He gives Lukas an elbow nudge, then nods his head towards an upcoming purple building. “Come on, over here!” 
     Demons? He can’t possibly be talking about the Admin. He’s not evil. The real evil is what burnt down the forest… Lukas thinks begrudgingly, and with a hint of annoyance towards Radar’s ignorance.   
     Our author stops outside the establishment while Radar scurries in. He watches the ex-intern go, then turns his head up and looks over the front entryway. The building has definitely seen better days. The purple concrete walls have cracked and been chipped away at by the elements over time. The windows are all surprisingly intact, but many of them have been covered by dense vine and ivy overgrowth. The sign outside the building too has withered away, making the text mostly unintelligible. Lukas frowns at the state of natural decay. In another world, he could imagine a building as cozy looking as this thriving off the love of baked goods and happy smiles. It's sad to see.. but he steps forth with Dewey anyways.
     Entering the building, a little bell rings as the door opens. To Lukas’ surprise, there’s actually quite a few people here and they all look… mostly happy. Conversing with one another at their tables and booths, something he hasn’t seen since the last town he’d stayed in. Upon stepping in, he can already smell the heavenly scent of baked goods. He draws in a deep breath, then exhales, feeling his own mouth watering at the confectionery sweet scents. Like the exterior, the overgrowth has squeezed its way through parts of the deteriorating purple concrete walls, making the building quite lush in appearance. It's quite pretty, despite the history. 
     Lukas steps across quartz flooring, approaching the counter with Dewey in his arms. Next to him stands Radar, the scholar looking over to the blond who now investigates the menu thoroughly. “Oooh what’s your favorite? I like the apple fritters. Those are my faaavorite. Oh! Oh! And the frosted honey-butter biscuits!” The dark haired male practically vibrates with excitement where he stands. While Lukas stays focused on the menu, Dewey lay in his arms, staring at Radar like he’s a crazy person. 
     Hmm… Honey-butter biscuits do sound really good, Lukas decides on that for himself while he still hones in on the menu. And what for the Allay… Has to be something small. What if it can’t eat certain things like chocolate being toxic for dogs? Maybe I’ll just share mine with it. 
     Lukas’ gaze searches the purple cursive text and dolled up pictures on the menu, finding trouble deciding what the Admin might possibly like. He has absolutely no knowledge of what his likes and dislikes are. As far as Lukas is aware, the man is a god . He could deem anything Lukas offers unworthy for all he knows. So maybe…
     “I think I’ll get the honey-butter biscuits and some chocolate chip cookies. Hard to go wrong with those right?” Lukas shrugs, finally looking back at Radar who stood in eager anticipation to hear the blond's decision. 
     “Yes… Yes! The perfect combo. The cookies here are the most popular on the menu. They’re so soft with melt in your mouth goodness!” He sighs wistfully, his smile softening. “They used to be Jesse’s favorite.” 
     “Well if the New Order leader liked them, I’m sure they’re delicious.” Hopefully Admin isn’t a picky eater…
     “Oh he liked them alright.”
     Lukas stills in his spot. That voice…
     The two men turn slowly and look up to find the cape wearing huntress gazing down at them. Lukas can hear the man next to him suck in a sharp breath, noticing the way he tenses at the sudden, most definitely unexpected appearance of mayor Petra here at the bakery this morning. The woman stands tall with her hands on her hips, her scarred lip curled in what looks to be a smug expression. To Lukas, it looks like she finds satisfaction in having surprised the two.
     “Oh, what a surprise. The local nerds have found each other.” She says in a teasing tone, then has the audacity to chuckle at her own words. 
     “P-Petra– Sir!” Radar salutes, causing the redhead to roll her eyes. 
     “There’s really no need for that here, Radar.” She assures. 
     Lukas’ forced calm demeanor wavers as the woman passes, his eyes narrowing in on her as her heavy steps come between them, cutting her way to the head of the line at the front of the counter. He glances at Radar who seems totally shaken, then an idea sparks in his mind. Lukas bumps his arm with his elbow, gaining the scholar's attention. In a hushed whisper, “Hey, no pressure here but uh, now would be a pretty good time to ask about that build.” He nods toward Petra at the counter.
     Radar quickly shakes his head, then turns his attention down to the floor as the huntress makes her approach once more, carrying a sweet smelling paper bag with her. “Sup Lukas.” She officially acknowledges him. “How’s the whole forest study going?” 
     Lukas squints at her, taking in the question with some skepticism. While she did give him the ‘okay’ to venture into the ancient woodland, he by no means trusts her after yesterday’s discovery. So, Lukas turns to performance mode, one of his own hidden natural skills. “Well I’m glad you asked!” He spent many hours preparing for this. The author reaches into his satchel, making the warrior raise a ginger brow as she watches the man shuffle through his belongings, pulling out a journal. “Check this out. I’ve come across so many extraordinary specimens!” 
     He offers the journal to her, Petra taking it with a look of suspicion, then flips through the confines of its pages. “Wow uh…” She lands on a page in the middle, finding nothing but snail drawings and snail notes. “Snails. Cool.” Flipping through more pages, her face only becomes weighed down with boredom, finding nothing but nature illustrations and words… too many words. She shakes her head and snaps the journal shut, offering it back to the most satisfied looking Lukas. 
     “Do you like it?” He asks with a smile shining as bright as the sun itself. 
     “Yeah.. Really cool stuff, Lukas.” She says in a unamused tone as she turns away, leaving the blond beaming with satisfaction.
     “Can I see your snails?” Radar asks. “Or should I say snotes?” Lukas gives him a questioning look. “Snail notes. Heheh..” Okay, that one did get a light chuckle out of him. 
     “Sure Radar. Here,” he offers Radar the journal. “I’m gonna go take my order.”
     Lukas leaves the bakery a little bit after getting his order. He had a brief chat with Radar, as well as Nell. The blonde had hidden in the back waiting for Petra to leave before making her debut in her work attire. Nell was totally impressed with Lukas’ tan colored garb, while Lukas himself didn't make much of a comment on her purple apron. Come to find out, the two are planning to start their build without the mayor’s permission, which explained Radar’s urgent head shake when questioned about it. 
     Sounds like the start of a little rebellion. Lukas is uncertain that is the step in the right direction, but at this point, what else can they truly do? Radar briefly mentioned his interest in ‘beautifying’ the street they both live on. It's a small start, but at least it's something.
     Looking down, he has with him a little woven basket that Nell offered him in the hopes that he’ll become a regular and return with it. Hard to say no when the scent of fresh baked goods coming from beneath the checkered cloth is making his mouth water. Before he left, he'd bitten into one of the frosted honey-butter biscuits, and wow. The frosting is delicious, albeit a little sticky.. But the biscuit itself practically melted in his mouth. Perfect texture.. perfect tastes.. He had to close his eyes in a momentary state of bliss, savoring the flavors dancing on his tongue and making his taste buds sing. 
     Walking away from the bakery and heading back towards the BeacInn, Lukas is stopped by that same familiar voice from before calling out to him. He turns, watching the mayor approach him with a cookie in hand. “Yo, Lukas.” She says, swallowing her last bite and then patting the crumbs off her hands. “You heading to the forest today?” 
     “Uh.. I was planning on it. I found quite a rich patch of parrot mushrooms that needs to be studied closely. A specimen like that is too rare to pass on, and with such abundance..” Lukas says oh so whimsically, then ponders a second more and adds on, “care to join?”
     “No..” Petra quickly declines. “You.. do your weird.. Etology-”
     “Ecology.”
     “Whatever.” She crosses her arms, then glances down at the basket of goods Lukas carries. She raises a scarred brow, gazing at the full basket. “That’s an awful lot of sweets for one person.”
     “Huh? Oh.. Yeah, I’m uh.. Kinda a midnight snacker. You know, I can't help but get those sweet late night cravings.” He shrugs sheepishly. “Bringing most of them back to where I’m staying. Don’t want to attract any bears out in the woods with the smell of something this tasty.” 
     Petra stares at him with an expression Lukas can’t quite decipher. Confusion? Suspicion? After a few tense seconds of silence, the woman’s gaze softens, adjusting to straighten and hold her hands behind her back. Creators, in a world where Lukas is usually the taller one, BeaconTown sure has a lot of towering citizens to make him feel small. He’s not used to this feeling yet. 
     She flicks her gaze, eyeing him up and down before asking, “Where are you from, Lukas?” 
     “Where am I from?” He repeats the question, then puts Dewey down onto the ground beside him. The ocelot gives himself a good stretch beside his legs while the author answers. “I’m from The Citadel. Heard of it?” 
     Petra quirks a brow and Lukas takes that as a probable no . 
     “The Citadel is a massive city. In the center of it all is a huge building called the Spawn Center. There’s a crazy human spawn rate there, so they built a city around it. It’s right in the middle of multiple biomes for newspawns to explore. I spawned at the Spawn Center and they guided me to the city where I was able to learn about the world and decide what kind of career I wanted to make with my life. It’s pretty amazing. A real pillar of human society where people who aren’t sure what to do with their life can find themselves.” When Petra doesn’t immediately respond, Lukas presses his own question. “What about you?”
     “Me? Uh.. I don’t know, probably spawned out in the woods somewhere. Been too long to remember.” Petra shrugs, then takes a few steps away from the author as she begins to pass by. “That all sounds great, Lukas. Try not to waste all that life experience by going out too far into the forest and getting yourself killed, alright?”
     And with that, she leaves. Lukas drops his friendly demeanor the moment she departs. If looks could kill, Petra would have exploded seven times already. “She’s suspicious of us.” He says, then looks down at Dewey. Dewey looks up to meet his gaze, the ocelots emerald eyes wide and frightened. “Don’t worry, I planned ahead for any future interrogations.” Lukas ruffles his ocelot behind his ears. “Come on, let’s head back to the forest.” 
     The Admin’s forest is surprisingly.. Lively today. 
     Lukas caught the twitter of some small finches up in the dark trees, even caught sight of them as they flew around the tall trunks of the evergreens in a playful pursuit. This is the first time he’s seen any wildlife in this part of the forest.. Well except for Allay and Admin of course. He stopped to make note of this while Dewey kept his nose held high, gazing up into the branches of the trees in hopes to see the finches again.
     Adjusting his satchel over his shoulder and grabbing his basket, Lukas stands with his gaze searching the trees and fog.. Checking to see if Admin is early to make his appearance known. “Hmm.. Nothing yet..” Lukas says, then glances down at Dewey. “It’s still hard to tell if Allay or Admin are able to sense when we arrive. Well, Admin does for sure, but I’m not so certain about the Allay. …Maybe I should call out to them both?” Dewey shakes his head at that and Lukas just rolls his eyes. “Oh why do I even bother asking you? You totally puffed up three times your size at the Admin yesterday, and he gave you salmon anyways! You should be thankful.” 
     Dewey growls at the comment, making Lukas put his hands on his hips in a stern manner. “What? You gonna throw a hissy fit again when he shows up? What did we talk about on the way here?” 
     Dewey’s sassy demeanor drops suddenly, the ocelot’s eyes widened and his fur begins to puff as he slowly starts backing away. A dark, massive shadow approaches the unsuspecting author from behind. 
     “He welcomed us here, so the most you can do to show your gratitude is behave yourself and respect.. The.. Admin..?” Lukas’ words come to a gradual stop, distracted by the way his body suddenly tenses up, raising his hand to gently touch over the back of his neck, feeling the prickling chill of goosebumps rise over his skin. Then.. the sound of earth being crushed beneath heavy steps sounds behind him. Without a second thought, Lukas turns to find just the guy he was hoping for standing over him, staring directly down into his own eyes with his own shadowed over, piercing turquoise glow.
     “Oh there you are!” No ounce of fear in this man's words. “You’re awfully quick this time. Beat me before I had to call your name.” Lukas’ gaze shifts from the Admin’s own, noticing a bright blue light emitting atop the deity’s mossy cape. It seems he won’t be having to call out to the Allay either. The little creature perks up from the moss, its eyes blinking as it lazily looks around as if it has just woken up, more than likely from the sound of Lumas’ voice. 
     When it finally notices Lukas, the Allay does a happy chirp and floats up from the Admin’s shoulder. Unmoving, the Admin’s gaze follows the spirit, watching as Lukas holds his hand out to invite the innocent creature to settle on his palm. Its blue glow is something Lukas is finding more as a source of comfort with each second he spends with it.
     “Good morning, Allay, I brought something special for you today.” Lukas kneels down, settling on his knees in a bed of moss and dirt. “Here,” he reaches into the basket, scooting the cloth away so he can grab a biscuit, tearing off a piece of the glazed frosted sweet, then offers it to the spirit. “It’s a frosted honey-butter biscuit.” The Allay takes it into its little blue paws, giving it a few sniffs before it does a jolly little spin and takes its ‘bite’. Lukas smiles, finding unending affection towards this little creature and its ever positive nature. 
     Our author then stands, picking the basket up along with him as he now turns to face him.. The Admin. The deity’s grump expression strengthens as Lukas gets closer, the Admin curling his lip, seconds away from telling Lukas to back off with a warning growl before he’s.. 
     “Here.” Lukas holds out a cookie. “This is for you, Big Guy.”
     The Admin.. hesitates.. Staring at the cookie before he turns his scarred nose away, side eyeing the small dessert. With passing seconds, Lukas holds in a sigh as his hope dwindles, even shaking the offered cookie to tempt the deity out of his skepticism. “Please take it. I wanted to make up for all the trouble I’ve been causing.. And to thank you for letting me keep coming back here despite it all.” Lukas’ cheeks warm slightly, smiling sheepishly as he watches the Admin’s dark, mangled brows knit, his glowing eyes fixated on him, then snapping down to the cookie. 
     Slowly extending his hand to Lukas, the large man sniffs the air lightly as the chocolate chip cookie is placed upon his gloved palm. With such closeness, Lukas notices how worn the gloves on him are. Tattered and torn in certain spots, he can just barely see the hint of blue skin peaking out through the holes. The leather has even lost color from years of use on his palm and the underside of his fingers. 
     His human heart pounds heavy in his chest as he hands the cookie over. He can’t help but obsess a little over how small the treat looks in the massive palm of the Admin as compared to Lukas’ normal human-sized hands. The author releases a small, yet kind-hearted laugh, smiling at the way the deity holds the cookie close and examines it the way Lukas examines the plant life in this very forest.      Completely still for a few seconds, he watches the Admin take in a deeper breath and exhale slowly as his hand lowers to his leather-guarded chest. His glare had faded into a blank, yet somehow shining stare. He glances back to Lukas, illuminated with an unreadable expression.      Lukas smiles back in silence, only now catching on to the sound of Dewey’s growling, the blond turns to search for his unruly ocelot before finding him puffed up and low to the ground a couple feet away. “Oh for Creator's sake, Dewey, would you give it a rest? Look, he’s not–” Lukas turns back to the deity, come to find he’s… vanished. Lukas blinks, then looks around hurriedly. “Wha-? A-Admin?” 
     The Allay approaches the bewildered author, catching his attention with a playful little laugh. Lukas looks down, watching the spirit’s ever present glow as it ascends slowly, then does a happy spin. Lukas chuckles softly. “Did you like that honey-biscuit, Allay?” He asks, to which the spirit closes its eyes and nods eagerly, something Lukas has learned is an expression of joy. Perhaps the Allay’s own version of a smile. 
     Lukas looks around once more, feeling pretty disappointed with the Admin’s unforeseen disappearance. He sighs, running his hand up his neck and up through his short, scruffy blond hair. Well.. after yesterday, he can’t expect Admin to want to be around him. So.. He’s sticking to the plan he came here with, and that’s to purposefully keep distance between himself and the evasive deity. He doesn’t want to force the man into any more uncomfortable situations, and he certainly doesn’t want to anger him anymore either.
     The Admin has done more than enough. He welcomed Lukas into the forest, even after his own selfish and rude behavior.. He showed him the lengths at which the hunters have caused harm to his home.. So with that, Lukas finds himself with a plethora of information waiting for him amongst the trees, and with more than two and a half months left here, he’s got the time to do it too. 
     “Well.. looks like it's just the three of us again huh?” Lukas shrugs, trying to stay optimistic despite his disappointment. Allay floats over to where the author stands, sizing him up before it decides to settle down upon his shoulder. The light of the Allay illuminates Lukas’ own pale features, the little creature doing some pointing gestures down at the bakery basket. “Want some more?” Allay nods enthusiastically. Lukas huffs out a soft laugh and scrounges around the basket, plucking off a bite suitable for his friend. “Of course you can have more. Ready, Dewey?” 
     The jungle cat has calmed since the Admin’s disappearance. He was in the midst of grooming his puffed up pelt when Lukas called for him, making the ocelot turn his head up, tongue poking out mid-lick. He corrects himself and gives the rest of his body a good shake before trotting up to his companion… Only to find…
     Dewey’s eyes narrow, glaring at the Allay perched up on Lukas’ shoulder again. His tail thrashes with annoyance at this little pest. If it's not prey, why is it prey-sized? He’ll never understand his human’s logic. The ocelot gives his paw a quick lick, staring up at the Allay and meeting its pearly white eyes. They indulge in a bit of a staring contest as Lukas begins walking, with Dewey walking behind, keeping his gaze narrowed on the Allay that keeps looking back at him. 
     Lukas spends hours in the ancient forest. The morning sun has risen, meeting the afternoon mark high in the sky. By now Lukas has made it further into the Admin’s forest than ever before. He’s stopped an ample amount of times, his attention being snatched by strange mushrooms that begin to appear at the base of trees the further he gets. Kneeling down, he closely examines the fungus, unable to identify them despite his knowledge regarding the subject. 
     “They look like honey mushrooms… Yet they’re gray..” Lukas snatches a book from his inventory, flipping through its pages until he lands on the desired passage. He holds the book up next to the mushrooms, comparing the image in the book to the fungus on the ground. They look vaguely similar, except the coloration is entirely off. Lukas closes his book and presses his face into the moist dirt, attempting to get a look at the base of the caps without plucking them from their roots. “Woah..” His eyes light up at the dim blue glow the mushrooms produce underneath their caps. He sits up quickly and takes time with his note taking.
     Whilst Lukas goes about his study, Dewey finds himself a nice patch of moss at the base of a different tree nearby to settle in. He curls in on himself, resting his tail over his nose and stares at the Allay who still resides on his owner's shoulder. 
     As time goes on, Lukas still sees no signs of the forest deity anywhere. The evergreens sway back and forth due to heavy wind gusts winding through the pine canopies, occasionally dropping pine needles or cones, something of which catches the ecologist’s curiosity. 
     At one point he stopped to examine one of the cones, taking out one from the first forest layer to compare the two. Amazingly, they’re extraordinarily different. Allay watches closely from Lukas’ shoulder, looking at how the human compares them both. The natural one he holds in his left; it’s a plain, ordinary pinecone. While the other he holds in his right is dark, almost black in color, yet the tips of its scales emit this enchanting glow Lukas has never seen before. 
     “I wonder if I were to plant this outside of the forest, it would grow an evergreen like Admin’s.. Or would it lose its magic and revert back to normal?” Lukas ponders it, twisting the cone around between his fingers. “Well, Admin, if you’re watching this, I’m uh..” He holds it up a bit whilst looking around his empty surroundings, “taking this!” Lukas says rather loudly, in hopes to garner some attention. He then lowers it again, his gaze scanning around and still… nothing. 
     Well… He can’t say he was looking forward to him showing up and plucking his interests from his fingers, but.. He kind of wishes he was here regardless. It doesn’t feel right to be investigating someone's home without their supervision, even if said home is hundreds of chunks of dense woodland. Speaking of… Lukas stands, putting the cones back into his satchel and retrieves his map. 
     “Uhh.. Hm..” Lukas holds the wide sheet out in front of him, finding it more or less useless no matter how much he maps out his trails. “Gah, I should have spent more time in cartography class..” He shakes his head, stuffing the map back into his bag. “This forest is huge ,” he gestures to it all. “Without Admin’s help, I’d probably have gotten lost in here the second time around..” He sighs.
     Then an idea strikes him. 
     Wait a second…
     “Allay?” Lukas turns his head, startling the blue spirit into attention. “What about you? Do you have a specific part of the forest that you enjoy?” Lukas asks. Allay seems taken aback by the question, then puts its little paw up to tap its face in thought. After a few moments of consideration, Allay sits up and floats off Lukas’ shoulder, fluttering a few blocks away before turning back to Lukas with a little flip. “Oh? I’ll take that as a yes?” Lukas perks up with a smile, then quickly steps forward. “Well by all means, lead the way.”
     Thump thump thump…
     Lukas and the Allay both come to a full stop at the sound of crushing twigs and shifting branches. The heavy footsteps already tell Lukas who it is, and he looks to his right just to see glowing eyes piercing through the darkness. The Admin walks casually, taking his time stepping closer and closer, approaching both of them now with his gaze shifting from Lukas to the Allay. This time Dewey hurries over to Lukas and stands behind his legs, his eyes wide and ears flat, but he makes no sound. 
     The Admin’s gaze is blank until he settles on the Allay, then the deity’s expression sours and he slowly shakes his head back and forth. 
     No? Lukas stands idly, watching the silent communication between the two. The Allay’s wings droop and its gaze lowers, visibly disheartened. The deity gestures with his hand for Allay to come, to which the creature slowly floats over. Looks like I got it in trouble.. Lukas frowns with guilt at the thought.
     The Admin then turns, his gaze resting on Lukas. The author’s head slowly raises as the dark blue man takes his heavy steps closer, their eyes locked on one another. Lukas’ skin coats with goosebumps and a chill runs down his back being forced to look up at the imposing male, decked out in heavy armor and everlasting shadow. The Admin’s glowing stare, though he no longer glowering at him, is sharp and captivating. There’s no otherworldly pressure keeping his body pinned to the earth, even as the Admin stops a mere two feet away. 
     The Admin stares… and stares as seconds pass. Lukas feels as though he’s begun to shrink under this man’s powerful aura he exerts. “U-uhm.. Hi, Admin..” He stutters, unsure of the reasoning behind the deity’s unyielding gaze. As more silent seconds pass, Lukas fumbles, heat rising and coloring his pale cheeks a bit darker as he turns his head down to look away. The presence in front of him is unmoving. Every passing second has Lukas feeling more and more nervous. 
     He looks back up finally.. Just to find that the eerie stare has softened, something he has yet to see from the ever grumpy forest deity. Lukas gazes back, his jaw dropping, trying to form words but he’s clamming up. The turquoise glow then shifts, descending Lukas’ form and landing on something, locking his gaze. Lukas follows it down to the basket he holds in his hands and.. Things suddenly begin to click. 
     “O-oh.. Did you want another cookie?” Lukas offers up the basket, then stops. “Actually, hold on,” he quickly turns and kneels down away from the deity, laying the basket on the ground but taking the cloth and all that rest in its confines along with it. The blond shuffles the goods around a bit so they sit in the middle of the cloth, then he wraps the fabric over them and ties a knot. “Here,” he says as he stands, “Allay and I ate most of the honey biscuits, but there’s still one left for you. Other than that, the rest of the cookies are all yours..” Lukas offers up the bundled sweets, feeling his heart throb with mixing waves of joy and relief when the Admin extends his waiting palm and accepts them. 
     With that, Lukas adjusts his satchel over his shoulder and looks up at the deity, offering him a soft smile. “I hope those can cheer you up a bit. I feel horrible about what BeaconTown has done to your forest and I…” Lukas looks away, rubbing at his arm. “I hope you can find peace again someday.” And with that, the blond turns and begins walking back in the direction he came. “Come on, Dewey.” He calls his ocelot along. The big cat stares between the Admin and his Allay, then back at Lukas in confusion before he too stands and hurries up to walk beside Lukas.
     Each step carries him further and further away from the unmoving god. His heart is beating so fast, he feels almost out of breath with how badly he wished to stay, but… This is for the best. 
     He accepted them… That’s all that matters. I’ll bring more for him whenever I visit. It’s the least I can do for him.
     ~ 
     For all that's happened in life leading to this very moment, all Admin can do is watch Lukas walk away. The warmth of the cookies heating his palm through the thick leather glove, the scent permeating the air around him. He lowers his overshadowed gaze to the bundle, adjusting his grip around it. The sweet aroma is something he’d never thought he’d smell again, and the flavors brought him back to a forgotten life long ago.
     The Allay chimes just above his head, looking down at him with emotion. It lowers itself down to Admin’s eye level, only to float out of reach when their eyes meet.
     Admin waves it away, grunting as he turns his attention back to the bundle. He carefully undoes its bow tied knot, and sighs as the cookies fall out of their stacked order. Admin immediately offers the Allay one of the treats and watches it float away in Lukas’ direction, leaving him alone in the narrow trail.
     There’s something different about Lukas.. Something Admin cannot figure out. Maybe more time together will help him figure out what that something is. So long as he keeps bringing him cookies.
     A single biscuit?
     Admin retrieves that first, holding it in his teeth as he wraps the cookies up again. With a deep inhale, the scent of honey and sugary sweet icing make his mouth fill with drool, and the first bite brings him back to that safe time before BeaconTown fell…
     A better time, where he could live in peace. 
     He ought to thank Lukas.
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buriedlove · 1 year ago
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Hey Buried Lovers,
Just a little birthday something for you. Hope you’re all surviving September - all is busy but good for me - looking forward to some quieter times and getting back to writing! ❤️
The Party
Alex clears his throat and looks around the dome, running his hand through his hair.
“Do you think we’ve got enough balloons?”
Zein snorts and kicks their foot at one of the balloons now bouncing around on the ground. “Alex, if we had any more balloons I think this place would start floating to the surface.”
Alex grins sheepishly. “Ok, I accept I might have gone overboard.”
Balloons are floating around in the air. Some rising to the top of the dome, but others hovering in mid air, or bouncing their way along the ground.
Rota eyes them suspiciously. “Why aren’t these strange orbs following the laws of gravity?”
“That would be one of those questions it’s better not to ask,” Eli playfully bats one of the balloons with his hand as he walks past everyone and makes a beeline to the bar.
“A more important question is what drinks am I going to mix tonight? I feel like trying something new. Something spicy?”
Aayush raises an eyebrow but says nothing, instead walking through the swirling mass of balloons, somehow managing to avoid touching a single one. He lays down on a sun lounger and closes his eyes.
“Aayush!” Fleur calls out, “aren’t you supposed to be on outfit duty? There’s no time for relaxing!”
Aayush smiles and waves his hand. A sea of balloons parts to show a clothing rack with beautiful outfits hanging off of it. Fleur squeals as she runs over and picks up a hanger that has a label with her name written on it. A dress that looks like it’s made from thousands of delicate lilac petals hangs from it. “It’s perfect! Aayush how did you find these…?”
Aayush smiles. “You don’t get to live through all of the ages without getting a certain sense of style. This will be the best dressed party this dome will ever see. Guaranteed.”
Abe appears carrying trays of food. He looks wholly uncomfortable as he looks around the dome. “Where am I putting these?” He looks to Fleur who has assumed the role of party coordinator.
Fleur points to some tables over to the side of the pool. “Over there next to Cerri. While you’re over there could you ask her to go and throw all of the inflatables into the pool? It’s going to look so cute.”
Abe swallows and looks like he’s been asked to fight a bear, but he nods obediently and walks over to Cerri who is glowering at everything happening around her.
“Uh Cerri,” he starts, his deep voice shaking ever so slightly. “Fleur asked if you could get the pool ready? Uh. Please.”
Cerri rolls her eyes but doesn’t protest and wanders over to Cat who is standing proudly surveying a menagerie of inflatable pool animals.
“Cerri! Hey! Help me get these in the water will you?”
Cerri grunts but picks up a giant flamingo and throws it through the air with ease, watching as it lands in the pool with a splash. Cat smiles. “Finally an outlet for all that tension, huh?”
Cerri responds by throwing an inflatable panda.
Cat laughs quietly and walks slowly over to Alex, placing an arm around his shoulder. “Wow, when you were put in charge of balloons you really went for it, huh?”
Rota interjects, “I believe there may be more orbs in here than there are stars in the sky.”
Alex starts to protest but instead closes his mouth and his eyes rest on a point in the distance. Everyone turns to see what he’s seen, their eyes all fixed on one thing that has just entered the party.
You.
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xenia-cenia · 2 years ago
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Burnout - Idia x Fem!Reader
A/N - I wanna get back into writing again so here’s a pretty easy one :) Haven’t played book 6 so I’m just rolling the die about in character or not lol also shoutout to @merakiui for helping me realize how to improve 
Word count - 2,757
TW - Burnout, real bad panic attacks, swearing, bullying, slight spoilers, possibly OOC?
The sun peered through the windows of Ramshackle, illuminating your dismal bedroom and burning your eyes. You slowly blinked at the window, silently cursing it out for waking you up. With a frustrated groan, you slipped out of bed and walked to your bathroom, shutting the door behind you and flicking on the lights. Your eyes rose to the mirror, and you instantly regretted it.
You had heavy eyebags, your face looked sunken in, and you lacked the previous happiness you were accustomed to back home. You ran a hand down your face, pausing as it covered your mouth, and sighed - wincing at how warm your breath felt on your skin. 
You had to admit it - you looked awful. It wasn’t like the dorm itself was any better, either. Grim had been leaving tuna cans scattered throughout the kitchen, and now the scent of moldy tuna had ingrained itself in the walls. The dust and grime you had spent so long cleaning on your first night came back with a vengeance, causing anyone who stepped foot in Ramshackle to not so discreetly cough into their arms for several minutes. 
But you couldn’t find the effort to care. All you seemed to do nowadays was sit in your bed and stare out the window - some of your friends would stop by to check in on you, or leave food, but they’d find your bedroom door locked and Grim sleeping on the couch. 
Water splashed against your face, the cold startling you from your thoughts, despite it being you who’d thrown it. 
“Damn.” You groaned, “Heat went out again.” You wiped some of the excess water off with an unwashed towel sat next to the sink, and walked back to your bed. 
As you lay down, you stared at the ceiling and tried to force yourself to sleep. All you wanted was to go home. Not deal with the bullshit of a world you don’t belong in.
Overblots, magic, and other worlds? That should be a fantasy novel. Not your life. If Crowley cared, maybe you’d be back home, petting the stray cat that liked to meow outside your apartment at 2am. Or going on the date with the cute barista you met at your favorite cafe. He’d always draw on the napkins that came with your orders, and you loved watching how good he was getting. His favorite was cats, doodling the stray you’d describe to him with a goofy smile on his face.
You could see him perfectly in your mind - tall, soft brown eyes, hair always tucked into a dark green beanie, and calloused hands that lingered over yours - but you could hardly remember his name. Did it start with a J? Or was it A? 
Tears began filling your eyes, and you turned over in bed to clutch a pillow against your chest. Your nails dug into the fabric, picking at the start of a tear, your eyes boring a hole into the wooden floorboards. 
Right as you began to drift your eyes shut, a pitiful attempt to stop the tears from flowing, someone knocked at the door. You groaned, not sparing the intruder the energy to sit up in bed, “Go away.”
You heard soft, frantic, mumbling on the door's other side, the sound reminding you of a mouse skirting through its enclosure. The person on the other side knocked again, this time somewhat quieter.
“Piss off.” You spat, feeling the anger rising in your chest from your incessant visitor, “I don’t wanna talk.”
“I-I’m not here to talk.” The meek voice piped up. You blinked and slowly sat up, staring at the door and trying to remember where you’d heard that voice before.
“Ace?” You asked incredulously, “I don’t want whatever is it you got Trey to cook, stop offering.”
“It... it’s Idia.” 
“Idia?” You got out of bed and walked to the door, holding your hand over the lock, “What are you doing here?”
“They’re... your friends won’t stop bothering me. They’re a bunch of normies, and they keep telling me to come.”
“Why?”
“Don’t ask me to understand normie thought processes. Interrupted me right before my guild was gonna raid a dungeon, too...”
You rolled your eyes, glad for the layer of separation the door gave you, “Sorry that they bothered you. You can just finish your raid or whatever.”
“Really? You just gave me an extra life!” 
“Sure. Whatever.”
You were about to head back to bed, but he rapped his fingers against the door, “Oh, wait, I forgot. Ortho had said you might want these.”
“Want what?”
“Headphones, like the kind I wear. Made them myself, so you know they’re good.”
“Headphones?” You cracked open the door and peered out through the sliver. 
“More like SSR headphones, if you ask me. Noise-canceling, no static, comfortable.” Idia held a pair of black headphones, proudly enthusing over the dark blue padding around the ears and the sleek buttons hidden in the design. 
“...no static means I can play music, right?”
“Precipice Moirai is pre-loaded already, but if you can download it you can play it.”
You opened the door and grabbed the headphones, running your hand against the surprisingly soft outer rim. “Thank you, Idia.”
“NBD.”
“You know, Idia, you’re really nice.”
“Eek!” He curled into himself. “A rare mob spawned! Don’t have enough mana for this!”
You smiled, “I’ll talk to you later, alright?” He nodded in response and scurried off down the hall before you can even shut the door. “Idia...” You whispered to yourself as you slumped against your door. 
The headphones felt strangely light considering how much tech must be inside, you turned them on and placed your head against the door as unfamiliar pop music filled your ears. 
The next day, Grim was surprised to see you sitting outside Ramshackle. You were wearing headphones and drawing something on a piece of paper, unbothered by the grass and rocks biting into your skin. Grim had tried to get your attention but gave up after 5 minutes of yelling. 
He figured there were better things to do than yell at someone who wasn’t even listening, so he set off for more interesting things. 
For hours, you sat outside Ramshackle, furiously drawing something and occasionally staring at the sky. Eventually, the moon rose, twinkling and urging you to go on a walk.
You sat your drawing down and walked through Ramshackle’s gate, the cool metal stinging your hand. Wind blew through the trees in a soft melody, almost alluring enough to take off your headphones, but you opted to see instead of hear. 
Soft fireflies began to take flight, illuminating your path through the campus. You walked until you found yourself in front of the door to the hall of mirrors, its awe-inspiring splendor leaving you stuck in place. You shakily rose a hand, hesitating, before throwing the door open. You stepped inside, the smell of roses, sea spray, and perfume overwhelming your senses. 
You rose your arm to cover your nose, coughing at the sudden stimulation and forced your way inside. The mirrors had labeled pendants engraved in marble, but you barely spared them a glance before pressing your hand against the nearest surface in an attempt to balance yourself. However, you felt your heart skip a beat as your hand gave way and you fell through a mirror.
Blue fog seeped through the air, thick enough that you could barely see in front of you. You forced your way up a winding staircase, trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling of being watched as you went. 
You walked through a well-kept lounge and took a moment to marvel at the technology displayed in the center, and continued until you saw a familiar face.
“Idia!” You called down the hall, jogging up to the surprised boy as you pulled your headphones to your neck, “Am I in Ignihyde? I was trying to look at the hall of mirrors, and now I’m here...”
He dropped the snacks he was holding, staring at you with a mixture of horror and shock on his face, “AH, surprise encounter!”
“No, I...” You took the headphones off your neck, “I didn’t mean to startle you. Just a bit lost. And, since I’m here, wanted to thank you for letting me borrow these.” 
Idia looked between the headphones you were offering back to him and your face, “Th-there yours.”
“Huh? No, I-” you blinked. “You sure?”
“Yeah, and I got a raid so... um... bye?” He grabbed the snacks off the floor and scurried back down the hall.
“But I’m still lost.” You sighed and resolved yourself to a long night back home.
It took two weeks before you finally started going to classes again, much to Ace and Deuce’s delight. You were pleasantly surprised at how lenient the professors were with you. You were more surprised at just how carefully every person you saw treated you as if you were a glass sculpture placed on the edge of a ledge. 
Ace, Deuce, and Grim hadn’t made a single joke at your expense, Trey kept inviting you to ‘taste test’ the things he cooked (which you knew was just a lame excuse for him to give you free food), and even Azul gave you no-strings-attached discounts at the Mostro Lounge. 
Part of you was happy for the kindness, but you knew better than to think it’d last. 
In fact, it took two weeks and three days for it to just crumble in on itself. You’d been sitting idly by yourself between classes, adding on small details to your drawing, when two pairs of sneakers entered your view.
“Thought maybe you’d gone.” The first person spoke.
“Like we’d get that lucky.” The second person snorted in laughter. 
“You’re right - people like her, just can’t seem to go away, can they?”
“I don’t want any trouble.” You mumbled, your eyes staring blankly at your drawing.
“Then why do you keep bringing it? Ever since you came here, you have just brought problem after problem.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to.”
“You act so high and mighty like you’re some kind of god. All you do is bitch, and everybody bends over backward to make you quiet.”
You gripped the edges of your drawing, “I’m really sorry- I... I just...”
“You just get in the way. You can’t even use magic - why are you here?”
One of them ripped the paper from your hands, and the other held you against the tree you were sitting against when you tried to stand. 
“What is this?” The one holding the drawing turned it sideways, “Looks like shit.”
“It’s-”
The second one hit you in the stomach, “Your voice is so annoying.”
The first one showed your drawing to the second, snickered, and tore it in half.
“NO!” You cried out, reaching for the remains of your hard work.
“Shut up!” The second one slapped you, letting you fall to the ground before they kicked you in the side. After several minutes of beating, they laughed and took off for something new.
You lay on the ground, your nose was almost certainly broken and in terrible pain, but forcing yourself to sit up and grab the scraps. With teary eyes, you tried to put the pieces together. Sniveling and trying to keep the tears at bay, you unsuccessfully sat and felt yourself begin to hyperventilate. 
Nausea began to build in your stomach, the world blurring and fading away as you stared at the effort gone to waste. Shakily, you stood and began to walk back to Ramshackle. The second you saw the familiar gate, you broke into a sprint and dove into your bed, holding the blanket around your head.
You scratched at your face, banged your hands against your head, and kicked the sheets on your bed until they were bunched up at the foot of your bed. When your eyes opened again, you caught sight of your headphones sitting on your nightstand, you growled in anger and threw them at the ground, the black plastic shell falling off and splintering.
Without another thought, you tore through your room, not leaving anything untouched. By the time you were finished and breathless, a knock at your door, your room was a mess of thrown-about clothes, torn papers, and broken technology. 
You collapsed against the side of your bed, holding your head in your hands as you sobbed. A creak from your hallway caused your head to shoot up, and you saw Idia staring at you, one hand on your door, and the other cautiously held in the air.
“I... uh... the headphones tell me when they’re broken.” He looked at the plastic on the ground, and he nervously stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Idia stood just in front of you like he was on the verge of crying himself and eventually sat next to you, taking off his own headphones and playing with the settings, before putting them on your head. You recoiled at the sudden contact but took a deep breath and the soft music playing.
Idia exhaled and watched as you visibly relax, eventually letting yourself lean on his shoulder. He awkwardly tapped his fingers against his knees, unsure of himself, and waited for you to be ready. 
After 20 minutes, you slid the headphones off and exhaled shakily. “They ripped my drawing.” You spoke hoarsely.
“I’m sorry.”
“It... back home, I had this cat. Or, I didn’t have him, he just showed up. Called him Sparkler. He was a stray, lit up my house with his dumb little walk. He wasn’t that smart, but I loved him. I think he liked me. Or, if anything, he liked the tuna I’d buy him. Nobody else in my apartment complex tolerated him, said he was dirty. But I made sure he was bathed. He liked baths, y’know. Not many cats do, but he did. His dumb little eyes would light up when I turned on the sink, and he’d start meowing like crazy. I was saving up to buy him a litterbox. To really mark the occasion in my head. Like, you are my cat. And then I came here. I don’t- it’s been so long-” you sighed and fought another wave of sobs, “I was drawing him, making sure it was perfect. Didn’t wanna forget. And these guys - I don’t even know who they are- but they hate me. They keep saying things about how a girl shouldn’t be at NRC. Not like I wanna be here either. They ripped it. I’ve been working so hard, and they ripped it to shreds.”
Idia patiently held you as you started to cry again, his expression blank as he listened. 
“I... I’m sorry. I shouldn’t put this on you. I broke your gift, too. And you’ve been so nice to me, I-I...”
He didn’t say anything, just carefully stood and dragged you out of your room. The two of you walked in silence until you were sitting on his bed, nervously looking around. He sat at his computer and started typing faster than you could even see. Eventually, Ortho came in and kept you company.
After two hours of idly talking to Ortho, who was just a sweetheart, Idia sighed loudly and collapsed back in his chair.
“What is it, Big Bro?” Ortho looked at Idia.
“Just an EZ-level hack. NRC security is a common mob without me.”
“NRC security? What are you doing?” You stared at him owlishly. 
“Finding the noobs that aggrod you, obviously.” 
“What?” You jumped off his bed and to his side, looking at the blurry ID pictures of the two people who’d torn your drawing. “That’s them!”
“Whee hee hee, told you it was easy.” He grinned toothily, “RIP to their electricity!” He pressed a final button on his keyboard.
“But... Idia... why?” You turned towards him.
He kept his eyes on his screen, playing with the end of his hair, “Simple protect the NPC quest, that’s all.”
You smiled and sat down, “Thank you, Idia.”
“NBD.”
“Maybe, but I appreciate it anyway.”
Idia hesitated, looking between the keyboard and you, “There’s a cat that hangs around the grounds at night. I got space in my party for one more, if you’d want to come with someday.”
“I’d love that, Idia.” 
He turned away from you again, but if you’d look closer you’d of seen a huge blush and wider grin on his face. 
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bluerosethornrp · 1 year ago
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Meet the Muse masterpost
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ASK BOX [OPEN]
Art by @haruhiheart
Rosey
Basic facts
24 years old
Blood type AB
Libra sun
Scorpio moon
Leo rising
September birthday.
INTP personality type
Demigirl with she/they pronouns
Personality
Reclusive and prefers to be alone or with a single person. Has a Tsundere attitude that hides a sweet-to-a-fault personality. They are inexperienced much in live due to protective upbringings. Rosey is a very curious soul who has a habit of making friends easily despite her demeanor. It annoys her quite a bit
Her personality also stems from her exploitable disorders. Rosey has depression, anxiety and autism spectrum disorder. Socially she is in a word, Fucked. It has taken many years of work for her to be a social as she is today, even if she finds the results less then ideal. Rosey does not see much worth in herself. She hides it well.
Relationships
Kanato Sakamaki:
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In the #sakamaki verse, Rosey takes the place of Yui as the sacrificial bride. Rosey tries to avoid all the sakamakis at all cost, not knowing her purpose inside the house. However she bonds with Kanato with a shared love of sweets. It doesn’t hurt she finds him very attractive when he’s not throwing a hissy fit. Rosey usually just follows along with Kanato on a given day to prevent his temper. Eventually this blossoms into a romance.
Azusa Mukami:
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In the #mukami verse, Rosey takes the place of “Eve”. Like with the sakamakis, Rosey does start out avoiding the Mukamis. However with the brothers being more….reasonable —in a word— she is more open with all of them, and finds herself most attracted to Azusa. Rosey’s secret obsession with beautiful art pieces leads her to observing Azusa’s knife collection quite often with Azusa not far behind. This Mutual respect and love for observing things that are beautiful blossoms into a romance.
Other notable relationships:
@yuriko-tsukino-rp
@seaoflove07
These are her friends from across the multiverse. They may have interactions with Rosey on the blog.
Fun facts about Rosey
She likes to to roller skate and owns her own teal and purple skates
She grew up with cats and dogs
She smells like box hair dye, despite her best efforts otherwise.
Her favorite treat is dark chocolate and orange candies
Her favorite food is fried chicken and Mac n cheese.
She hates bones in her food. It freaks her out.
Her favorite flower is blue roses and wants them in her future wedding
Her birthstone is sapphire. She’d like her engagement ring to be a sapphire.
Her love language is gift giving.
THEME SONG
Backstory
Rosey grew up isolated with protective parents. Most of her time was spent reading, writing, drawing and roller skating on her family’s property. When Rosey turned eighteen, her parents died in a freak accident and was left with selling the property, most of her own personal items, and living on the street. One day the church took pity on her and she became a custodian. Due to her stunted social growth and lack of belief in god, Rosey was sent away to live in a mysterious mansion….
THINGS TO KNOW:
Gore, incest, rape, and other activity will not be on this blog. It will be deleted
terfs, racists, nazis or other such things are not welcome here. Leave.
I will roleplay NSFW in discord private chats
I will accept all OCs and canon characters that come into the ask box
You are welcome to DM me. Don’t be a creep in the DMs either
General tags
#Rosey core— things related to the muse
#sakamaki verse— thing related to Rosey and Kanato’s relationship
#mukami verse— things related to Rosey and Azusa’s relationship
#oc interaction— interaction with other peoples oc
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valentinaonthemoon · 1 year ago
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get to know me ask game
Thank you for tagging me, @cryingatships!
RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.
APPEARANCE
blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
*(I dyed my hair a certain shade of red during lockdown and it was the best thing ever!) *(Technically I have my ear pierced, but does that count as piercings, if I only have the usual one-per-ear? Either way, I have nothing else.)
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HOBBIES & TALENTS
I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand
*(I can play a little bit of guitar, a little bit of ukulele, and obviously the middle school flute, my beloved.) *(I know more or less four and a half languages. The half language is Schroedinger's language: I don't know it at all if I don't see it written down. And that's French.) *(The new book series is actually the Spy x Family manga series, which I'm so happy I started!!)
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RELATIONSHIPS
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online
*(My best friend and I have known each other for twenty whole years right this month [Sep 2023]!!! We were so tiny when we met at elementary school!!) *(I have made so many nice friends online!!! And I have actually met two!!! It was lovely.)
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AESTHETICS
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // Summer is my favorite season
*(I put that I have heard the ocean in a shell, but was it supposed to sound so eerie?? It felt very empty and very lonely and I have yet to find a conch shell that sounds calming like the sea caressing the beach.) *(Rain and thunderstorms I only enjoy when I don't have to go anywhere and the only things I have to do are spending my day in bed with a cup of tea and a book by my side. Otherwise I'm on the fence. I don't mind going outside when there's a bit of rain, but heavy storms are annoying by foot AND by car.) *(My favourite season is currently spring.)
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MISCELLANEOUS
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 cats
*(Writing "drive a stick shift" to mean "drive a car" is a saying so convoluted that I had to go and google if that was actually the meaning of it.) *(I think I do enjoy Mexican food, as I enjoy most food, but I've only eaten it once and I don't remember much of it. Maybe I should go back to that restaurant and eat more just in case.)
Tagging (only if they want to do this), my tag pals @pollodigitale and @not-the-face, @2minutes2midnight, @agentofship, @apathbacktoyou, @the-astro-ambassadors, @andmethefivefooter, @woofety, @springmagpies, @thebeatlesownmyheart.
I hope you all have a lovely day! 🌻
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honeybeewhereartthee · 10 months ago
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ALTER × EGO
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CHAPTER FOUR
FOWARD
"travelling to different places without knowing what's lies in them seems a scary thing." You mumble as you and hiiro walks around the forest ground, looking for the exit.
"It is. But at most, it's lonely than anything..." He removed some branches in the way and stared at the sun that's slowly rising from far distance.
"I meet many friends along the way as I travel." He pick up some fruits from the tree and nom them the fruits without caring if it's poison or not.
"Hey this a good one. Have some." He smiles as he realize it's not poisonous and edible. Giving you some fruit, you stared at it before nomming and realize it's really good.
"since there's nothing to do. Shall I share some stories?" He went to get more fruits since it's very good for later, a light snack along the way.
"Ok..." You held some of the fruits he gives you as he climb up to the big tree. "One of the frequent friend I see is a cat. A black cat that seems to look for someone, the first time he was determined and the second time he was annoyed and piss at the idea." He remembers the black cat who is very earnest and willing to go far for the person his looking for.
"he sound very rude." You can't help don't like who the cat was.
"The third time, he don't speak. He was sad about something. But one day, he spoke for the first time; He said to me, we will never meet again and I should take care..." He hold one of the branches to swing up and down to momentum himself to jump higher. "And fuck off, mind my own business he says. His probably annoyed about something." He laughs as he safety landed on one of the highest tree branch with lots of fruits.
"It's ok. He probably dislike me for a good reason. I probably bring misfortune everytime we meet." He put all the fruits in his hoodie before he jumps down and flipping at one of the branch and making a med air flip and safely land on the ground in front of you.
"Here you go. Enough for snacks while we look around the forest. " He gives you the fruits to put on your pocket as he dust himself.
"Did you meet someone else?" "ye. There this ahm... [Lady]? With very long pink candy hair roaming the in-between of the worlds with this other guy. I think based on what he look like. His one of alternative Madara Mikejima in the multiverse." He remembers how he saw this weird out of place neon pink hair that look like a melted candy in the void.
he was so hungry that time and was about to cut some of the pink candy on the ground to eat when he realize it was hair even it's scented like sweet and sugar.
As well that he was almost shoot by a bullet by the owner of the said hair. He was saved by the alternative Madara cause of the lady? Was furious at him.
Through he remembers that her? Companion said it's just tropical thing with that angel to be mad at anything, anyone and everyone except for one person.
"wow long pink hair? How long was it?" You wonder how he mistake a hair for a food. It most be so silly and beautiful to do so.
"Ah. I heard about the story of Rapunzel. It's probably twice that long or more. It was just out in the void and I can't even see the person cause how long it was." The two of you stops at the cliff side and look at the sunrise.
"A new beginning... A new story..." He mumbles with a smile. "Oh! I spot the city!"you pointed out the buildings you see from a distance.
"Hmm. That's should be like 2 hours walk... Or something." He calculate the distance and held out his hand to you again. Accepting it with a smile you guys start to travel again.
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"look at those dandelion ~" you cheer as you two spot a field of dandelion along the way. You walk toward it and pick some up to blow the seeds to the wind. "Those dandelion reminds me of another friend I meet."
"hmm? Another one?" You tilt your head. "I have meet many people, but I remember all of them. Like that fluffy thing that ask me if I know where his home is. He was lost in the void."
"did you help him?"
"yup! I look for a world where a creature like him existed..there's like one possible world... A world where dolls can become human."he meet that little fellow like long time ago. He remembers how fluffy the blue fur with little bit of green.
"a world where dolls can become humans???" What an odd world. You thought. "Well there's many off worlds out there, it's actually one of the prime world." Hiiro put out a blanket to the field to start a picnic. "We should take a break here."
"okii~" you nodded your head. "Btw what happened if fluff is not belong to that world...?" Your honestly curious about it.
"Ah. If you have a canon name and still bound to it and not an original name that will not bound you to any canon things. You'll be fine.... But if not. The weak shall be overwhelmed by the stronger one and takes over that place even as an outsider."
He have an innocent smile on his face as he said something serious. You don't understand much about it but worried if your doing the same to an alternative version of you when you enter worlds.
"you can't remember your name. Your not considered as the same person as long you don't acknowledge it." He quickly assure you. "Besides you'll be fine~ your amnesia will help you survive such situations. Ahah." He chuckle as he pat your head reassuringly.
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