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[neptunesopening]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

summary: maki with a s/o completely opposite of her

warnings: none

everyone is so shocked she got a quiet and more introverted s/o like you

it’s honestly shocking to maki herself also, she’s so loud & brash and you’re so shy and to yourself

but she wasn’t even the one who pulled you, you pulled her

it was a regular day at jujutsu high and maki was talking to panda when you came up to her. “hi maki” you said kind of quietly. “oh hey y/n, what’s up?” she turned towards you.

“would you like to grab a bite or something later? it’s ok if you don’t.” you said looking at your feet to scared to look at her. “yeah i would love too! come to my dorm around like 7:00 ish.” you perked up and smiled. “ok see you then”

you had put on your best outfit and walked to maki’s dorm. you knocked and she opened it and greeted you. “hi there. give me one minute i have to put my shoes on really quick.” you nodded and patiently waited.

“ok i’m ready to go now.” you both walked to a diner. you got seated in a booth and we’re sitting across from each other.

you used the menu to hide your face because you were nervous and didn’t know what to say. “so, what do you want? i think i want the burger with a side of fries.” maki said noticing the clear silence from you.

“um i think i want the pancakes with bacon.” maki nodded. you both ordered and your food showed up rather quickly.

you chatted over dinner and walked back to the dorms. “hey, this was nice y/n, thanks for asking me out today.” you nodded and smiled. you hurried and left a kiss on maki’s cheek and ran away with a goodbye.

she smiled and went back to her dorm and that’s how you started dating. ever since then you would have to break up fights between maki & panda & deal with them bringing you into everything.

“i do not do that at all panda shut up.” maki says, rolling her eyes. “well let’s ask y/n then” panda turns to you. you always give the same answer every time without fail. “leave me alone panda, just because i’m her s/o doesn’t mean you can always drag me into stuff.” you would then continue to talk to inumaki.

a/n - L ending but i didn’t know how else to end it

[azukiel]

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Future Postings

Hey y'all! I know it's been like, forever, since I posted any stories on here. I know I was going to continue with the Bly Manor fanfic, the only reason I stopped was because I couldn't rewatch it. I couldn't get my fill of Peter Quint ;-; But a chapter 2 is in the works, so I will try and recount the series from my head.

And now...I don't know who will see this, but for those who like The Hunger Games, a fanfic is in the works as well! Right now, I'm on a roll with the series and franchise because of my gracious bestie @archerofthemists. Well, I hope this goes well, and I get back to writing with a lot of things on my plate. I don't know when the first chapter of my Hunger Games fanfic will come out, but I hope y'all will like it.

[raisedbyheathens]

I just keep on writing this thing. Chapter three is up if you'd like a little bit of angst

Please, I beg of you. If you read this let me know.

[skeletonsweatshirt]

Connected || Viktor x gn!reader

Connected - Part 2

Soulmate!AU (Red String of Fate)

Viktor x gn!reader

WC: 1.4k

Tags: Reader and Jayce are friends I think? Viktor still doesn't say anything, I'm so sorry, I swear he'll say something next chapter, Reader being studious, I proofread this myself

Warnings: Uhh none? I don't think so at least.

A/N: Hey my lil stinkers. I'm back and this fic is going kinda slow. I'll do stuff eventually I promise it's just that being a high school student and cashier simultaneously is a little tiring. Also, I promise Viktor will be an actual person next chapter I just haven't been able to weasel him into the chapters yet cuz my brain doesn't work. Anyway, enjoy. (Please enjoy please please please it is 12:07am as I write this and I just spent like 2 hours writing and editing this)

After an hour and a half of back and forth between you and Jayce as he tried to show the lab while also answering your slew of questions, you are presented to your lab station and left to settle in.

You open your bag and remove the lab items you managed to stuff into it earlier that day. You lay out three journals, two of which are already full of sloppy handwriting from your previous years of research. You also pull out a pencil bag and a fold-up set of tools that- compared to the collection you helped Jayce clean up earlier- look minuscule and boring.

Viktor and Jayce left the lab not long after you started working. Something about getting something to eat and being back soon. You said, "Whatever's fine.", and waved the boys off at one point to a question you're only like 90% sure was asking what you wanted to eat.

You stand and walk around the open floor of the lab, taking time to stop and look at some of the notes Viktor and Jayce have made on their most recent project. 

"Damn." You whisper to the air after looking at the blueprints and notes, the purpose of the project you only half-understood.

You return to your desk and sit in the swivel chair stationed at your workbench. Leaning back, you use your heels to spin yourself around. One of your leisurely circles ends with you facing the metallic stool your brown-haired colleague sat atop before.

Your eyes narrow, effectively locking onto the furniture from across the room. Your mind wanders to the memory of Viktor acting like you just weren't in the room when Heimer introduced you. The memory of his glances singeing a hole into the side of your skull.

You seriously wonder how that is. You wonder how someone wouldn't be excited to meet their perfect match. You reach into your bag and grab the black leather journal you use for your observations and thoughts on soulmates. You begin to thumb through the pages, skimming the ocean of words for any hint of anything other than complete ecstatics from the hundreds of people you interviewed after they met their soulmate.

You peer down at the red ribbon still fastened to your pinkie finger. Your brows stitch together on your forehead as you look at the string. The tie you've had forever, that you'd been desperate to discover the other end, seemed not to affect your counterpart. 

You reach the end of your entries somewhat past the middle of the journal. You snag a pencil from the surface next to you and jot down the date, time, and work-in-progress title at the top of the page before you begin writing your observations so far. Viktor's lack of reaction, his not-so-gentle glances toward you, and his overall "meh" attitude towards his soulmate walking in the door.

You then spend another half hour just reading and writing. And then reading and writing and then reading and writing. You fill another three pages just writing notes and theories about soulmates and why Viktor could be so apathetic about the whole ordeal.

"Whatcha writing?" Jayce's sing-songy voice rings out from behind you.

"Sweet Mother of Zaun!" You scream. You nearly fall out of your chair from how high you jump, in addition to how quickly you manage to close your journal. "God dammit, Jayce."

"Sorry!" He apologizes and pulls up a chair next to you. "...So, soulmates, huh?"

"What do you mean?" You ask, skeptical of what he's referring to.

"That's what the writing was about a second ago, correct? Something about how different people react to meeting their soulmates?" Jayce asks, pointing toward the now closed black-leather journal on your lap.

"Oh, yeah. Just personal research I've been working on for a while. I decided to write while you and Viktor were out because I've gotten some controversial opinions on researching this topic, but if anything, that makes it more intriguing. If that many people have qualms with me learning about it, there has to be a reason behind it." You explain to your associate. "Speaking of, where is Viktor?"

"Not 100% sure. Viktor said he was getting something from his dorm, so I'm not sure when he'll be back." Jayce shrugs. "So, while I wait for my lab partner to return, I'll ask you a question."

"Alright. Hit me." You reply.

"What made you want to research soulmates?" Jayce questions. "What was so interesting about it to you?"

"Well, generally, I guess the idea always caught my interest. The red string and what people are willing to do to see the other side fascinate me." You beam. "I mean, just my parents being my parents makes the whole idea so alluring. My mom is from Piltover, and my dad is a Zaunite. Isn't it insane that a fresh-out-of-school businesswoman and an ex-Chem-punk who somehow got hired to dispose of Piltover's garbage can be perfect for each other?"

Jayce wears an expression that says he's thinking about what was just said to him. You watch his face patiently, awaiting a response other than his thinking.

"What about...not generally?" He asks. 

"What?" You respond, eyebrows knitting together in a way you're sure your mother would comment on if she were in the room.

"Well, you said generally the idea caught your interest. What about not generally?" He elaborates like it's obvious what he's asking.

You facepalm mentally. Of course, the 'Man of Progress' would catch on to some stupid detail like that. "What, you want me to tell you what I was just writing or something?" You ask.

"That would work, yeah." Jayce curtly nods and then looks at you expectantly.

"Okay, but you cannot say anything about it to anyone else, and Jayce Talis, I swear if I hear you laugh, I will kick you down to Zaun myself." You stare at him with the same expectant look, waiting for confirmation he understands what you said.

Jayce nods again, and you continue. "I was researching reactions to soulmates because when I walked into the lab today, I realized Viktor's red string is attached to mine, and he acted like he didn't care about my existence at all, and I wanted to see if that was common." You spoke so quickly that you sounded like a Zaunite music artist or a Piltover auction host.

Jayce goes back to nodding for a few seconds, after which he looks at you and, in the most genuine tone, says. "He's much more excited than he seems."

"Okay, Jayce, if you keep saying things that fully make no sense, I'm gonna stop talking to you altogether." You kind of joke.

"Okay. Okay, fine. What I mean is that Viktor is very work-oriented. On top of that, he doesn't really...project his emotions. Especially around new people. So chances are, instead of getting all giddy or excited, he'll stare at you until it feels like you're going to keel over." Jayce explains in a way that makes puzzle pieces click together in your mind.

"So that's what that was?" You ask, going wide-eyed as you realize that was probably the most obvious conclusion you could've drawn.

"Yeah. When I asked Viktor about it a while ago, he said he'd sooner focus on work than soulmates because finding your soulmate doesn't help anyone but you and your soulmate." Jayce states.

"Okay, I guess that's understandable." You nod.

You turn your head to the side and peek at the clock sitting on your desk. You stand and begin to collect your things from your workbench. "It's almost 8. I have pre-class homework from Heimer and my first actual class tomorrow at 10 bells. I'm not wasting my scholarship because I wanted to stay in the lab an extra hour. See ya, Jayce, and tell Vik I said goodnight."

You collect the rest of your things and make your departure from the lab doors. You look at the string hanging from your pinkie as you walk back to your dorm, silently contemplating your conversation with Jayce. At least you know why Viktor was being all weird now.

[strawberry-muffin-crisis]

gonna do that annoying thing that authors used to do to avoid naming places outright

you know the one

"he was formerly living in ---shire"

that one.

[ranwing]

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[kpop-with-mars]

going to ateezs concert this thursday and idk how to feel, im crocheting they're light stick because im BROKE, but if anyone else is in arizona I guess ill see some yall there too (even though yall literally don't know what I look like 💀💀)

[haveievermentioned]

🗣️📝 for the wip asks

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP Quadratum. It's Quadratum's Crossing. Listen. Listen. Sora, Aya Brea, Dad!NieR, and Garrett are a LOT of fun interacting, I have SHENANIGANS where they all have to adjust to each other's philosophies, backgrounds, game ratings, Sora's amnesia, NieR's inability to read because of Language Drift, and all sorts of stuff. I love it. I need more people to read it and forgive me that I only put out like one chapter a year but it takes me a while and 2023 was a weird year for me. That sounds fun, please read it here: I promise I will post more frequently now that things have hopefully settled down. 📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context. A half an hour later, a much more clean and green Poison Ivy returned to the table.  Bruce Wayne sat there in a business suit, casually eating some powdered sugar, pancake, bacon, and fresh fruit monstrosity that probably would have made any pure human’s mouth water. Ivy was saved by her adjusted biology, but Wayne did notice her staring.  He coughed and straightened up a bit, snapping her out of it.  “Do you want us to eat elsewhere?” He asked.  He grinned one of his patented Wayne grins, revealing perfect teeth.  “I’m the guest.” She responded back, sinking into one of the fancy chairs. She glanced around, all the wood here, all very old… “Did you buy any of this?”  She finally asked. “All very old hard wood, or rather as best as I can.”  Wayne admitted.  “The advantage of living in an old house is you can reuse old furniture.  Less waste that way.”  He waved his hand a bit, then set it down.  “I’ve been trying to push for longer lasting furniture in addition to carbon control, but carbon has more push behind it, so it’s being shifted to stronger right to repair lobbying.”  He paused.  “Sorry, first day out of prison.  I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my political issues.”  “It’s better than hearing Two Face argue with himself, again.”  She muttered.  “I know he has played prosecution and defense to himself, but I wonder if he could get a career where he could argue both sides of a case.” “I’ve been talking to some lawyers to see if that is possible.”  Wayne admitted as he took a bite of his breakfast.  “They said part of the issue is his tendency towards violence.  Which would be harder to mitigate in a, say, corporate or finicky legal setting.”   (the context is I once mentioned that I thought Bruce and Ivy would make for an interesting political relationship, especially if Ivy found out he was Batman. I got people yelling at me that Ivy was a lesbian and would NEVER consider a penis haver like Bruce so... yeah. I swear I'm still working on the Bruce/Ivy fic) First two chapters here:

[mr-scandinavian]

At least I'm still writing on @citrus--friend wooooo

[lex-feldz]

I officially have a Carrd! It’s the crappiest carrd you’ve ever seen but it gets the job done and NO it is not done but i have…adult problems to deal with now so take your slop

[neptunesopening]

it’s never too much for katsuki. he’s super strong and so tough, nothing ever gets to him. so why was he here crying in your lap? “suki.” you say softly and he looks up at you, eyes blurry.

“it’s ok. you don’t have to be strong all the time.” that just made him cry more. he always thought showing emotion made him weak, a nuisance.

you came into his life and he learned that emotions can be beautiful and he’s not weak, he’s just being vulnerable. he learned that being vulnerable was good and was actually what he needed most.

after learning this, he’s made his friendships stronger and isn’t as brash. “suki. you’re so much more than that title of dynamight. you are katsuki bakugou, through and through. please don’t ever forget that.” you kiss his forehead and he hugs you.

“you’ve taught me that men can be vulnerable and actual people.”

a/n - something simple i wrote in health class 😋😋 ; haven’t posted in ages tbh

[eyenaku]

FOOL MASK (GITM BY @venomous-qwille)

Handbuilt porcelain with slip, overglaze, glaze, and gold lustre accents. Paint and lacquer detailing added post fire. Handsewn fool's cap and bells added post fire.

This mask is a part of a (loosely connected) mask series, all hand-built and fired using a range of different temperatures and techniques.

My favourite mask to date, Fool from Ghost in the Machine by the wonderful @venomous-qwille !! GITM is absolutely incredible and I cannot put into words eloquently how much I adore it and Fool so instead I made this mask! Hi!

My word was this mask a struggle to make. The mask itself is entirely one piece, and entirely porcelain!! That's right, those long thin rays are solid porcelain!! The eyes and tips of the blades are done in 22 carat gold lustre. All colouring save for the black and the satin sections of darker red on the face were done with only slips and underglazes. The red colour was correct without the paint, but I thought a contrast from the rest of the gloss would look nice :)

Made to scale, the mask measures 50.8x60.96cm without the hat, and 50.8x116.84cm with it! (20x24in without hat, 20x46in including hat). He is Large, but turned out absolutely lovely and I send my many many thanks to the kiln gods for producing him unscathed.

(naku & wall for scale)

(he's so big guys i have large walls (the top of my head is only slightly above the top of the bookcase beneath him) look at him at the wall it's nuts)

[deep-space-lines]

okay but like. I just had the weirdest thought about that ‘don’t look I’m naked’ comic. Which is that that’s essentially the same thing Adam and Eve did after they ate the fruit of knowledge of good&evil. So I feel like the theological implications of that could kneecap Gabe if he doesn’t think V1 is a being with free will.

yeah ok. i dunno man. is this anything

((side note. this isn’t necessarily meant to be in-character or story-accurate or take place at any particular point in time, just a way to explore some Thoughts. i was also imagining more that V1’s words aren't actually spoken, more like Gabriel’s more articulate interpretation of whatever garbled mechanical noise V1 is using to communicate. I think an angel could do that.))

and then they fucked nasty the end

[littlewitchthatwrites]

Cauldron (part 2)

Call To Adventure

The school wasn't very far away from their house. There waiting for Puck at the front doors was her best friend, Fae. She was beautiful. Tall, fit, long blonde hair and bright green eyes. She smiled from ear to ear. “Puck! Did you hear?” She squealed. “No what? Did our principal quit? Did Jenny put a snapping turtle in the toilet again? What, tell me!” Puck grabbed Fae’s shoulders and shook her until she almost fell over. “We have a new student, look!” Fae spun her friend around and adjusted her neck so she was looking at the ‘Welcome to Willow Creek High!” sign. There stood three kids leaning up against the broken, busted, sign that was ready to fall over. One was a tall boy with dark brown hair and piercing hazel eyes. He was tan and wore dark jeans, a grey t-shirt, and on his wrist was a silver chain bracelet with a red ruby. The girl in the middle had blonde hair with the tips dyed red. She had a leather jacket on and intimidating brown eyes. The third kid was a short kid with freckles from his cheeks to his shoulders. He was only in a tank top in the autumn air. At least Puck had a scarf. The tall boy met eyes with Puck. They were so captivating, bright, almost as if he was charmed. When he raised his hand to run his fingers through his hair she was reminded of one important detail. The bracelets around their wrists were strange and designed unlike any other bracelets she had ever seen. “Oh shit.” Her eyes widened and she looked away quickly. “What? What is it?” Fae raised her eyebrows and willingly followed her friend into the long empty hallways of school. Puck cursed under her breath until they got to her locker. Throwing it open, she pulled out several books and placed them in her backpack. “Fae, go find Oisin I need to talk to him. Tell him I’ll be in the library.” She nodded and ran off.

Oisin stood at the front of the school bouncing a soccer ball from knee to knee. A few of his friends stood around him counting how many juggles he could get before it hit the ground.

Thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty- OISIN-

His concentration was broken and he kneed the ball into one of the boy’s stomach. “Fae, what the hell?!” He pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose and helped his friend off the ground. “Your sister needs you. She said it was really important.” The face she was making told him it wasn't a prank this time.

Puck pulled her Dark hair up into a pony tale so that it was out of her face. Her bangs never moved though, they were too stubborn. There was always at least one small strand of hair in her face. The ponytale went down to the middle of her back and often got in the way when she was trying to read one of her many spell books. She flipped through the beautifully decorated books and lovely handwriting to find her little purple bookmark. Her smile that was almost always present was near extinct. “Puck?” Her head shot up to see her twin brother. “What? What’s wrong? Is it mom? Is she okay? Tell me what’s happening?” He placed his hands on her shoulder and looked at her sunglasses. She tried her best to keep her eyes hidden. Her mother and father hated when she did that though. Her father used to say that it was a gift. Her eyes were beautiful no matter what color they were. They were deep and hypnotic. Her mother said that the eyes are the gateways to the soul but Puck had seen all the movies. The soul always came out the mouth. “Oisin, it’s not about mom.” He let out a sigh and let go of her. He relaxed and stepped back putting his hands on his hips. “Damn it Dork, don’t scare me like that. Now, unless it’s really important I’m gonna go back to my friends.” As he was walking away he smiled and tucked his soccer ball under his arm. “Oisin! Now is not the time for your sibling sass!” He looked down at his twin sister and his smile faded. Oisin’s perfectly white teeth were now hidden by his dusty rose lips. “There are hunters here. There here in the school! I saw them!” Puck’s voice was low but cut through the thick air. Her heart was pounding and she was positive it was as so loud Edgar Allan Poe would be churning in his grave. “How do you know they were hunters? What if they were just tourists from the next town over?”

Puck flipped the book she held over to show her brother the pictured of several pieces of sketched jewelry. They represented all the bloodlines and societies of hunters. At the bottom was the exact silver bracelet that Puck had seen on each one of their wrists. Underneath the sketch was a name Scarlet Order. Oisin’s eyes widened and snatched the book. “Fuck!”

The school bell rang and everyone rushed to class. “I’ll call mom but you need to go to class. There are three of them I think. Don’t do anything stupid before we go home.” Puck pulled out her cell phone and started to dial home. Oisin was completely struck by lightning. For years they had lived far from those idiots. Of all the times they could have showed up it had to be right then.

[ruporas]

vw sketches (id in alt)