#prompt 22

[alphieshplife]

Paper - @wolfstarmicrofic - wc: 100

It’s just a piece of paper. That’s what Remus and Sirius had been telling themselves for years. It didn’t matter that they couldn’t marry in either the Wizarding World or the Muggle World.It was just a piece of paper. They would still spend the rest of their lives together. 

But when the Ministry finally overturned the anti-werewolf marriage laws, when the two men, who had spent more of their lives loving each other than not, finally found themselves signing their marriage contract, they had to face the truth. It wasn’t just a piece of paper. It never had been.

[strawberrybasilsorbet]

Jilytober Day 22

Disappeared for a minute because real life got in the way, but finally had some free time this evening! Here's my try at today's @jilytoberfest prompt:

October 22nd Prompt: "How long have you been standing there?" "Longer than you'd like."

Lily bit her lip and adjusted her grip on the Quaffle. She tried to focus solely on the three hoops in front of her — not the sunrise making her squint, not the challenge of keeping her broomstick balanced in the light breeze — as she tossed the unwieldy ball straight ahead with as much power as she could muster. It arced toward the hoops.

Unlike the last twelve shots she'd taken, this attempt didn't fall short or curve too far to the left or right. But just as Lily started to believe that her aim had been true after all—

"Damn it!"

—the Quaffle smacked directly into the side of the middle hoop and dropped unceremoniously toward the ground. Oh, well.

Lily watched, irritated, as the ball fell fifty feet onto the neatly trimmed grass of the Quidditch pitch, bouncing lamely toward the stands. In theory, she knew that she ought to have dived and caught the Quaffle out of the air, but she'd given that up after a few tries, deciding that it would be less frustrating to work on one Quidditch skill at a time. Instead, she repositioned her hands carefully on the broom handle before nudging the front end downward, all the while ticking off a mental checklist of Madam Hooch's old tips about form. Straight back, bent knees, dominant hand in front...

Lily's dive was more successful than her toss had been. She felt reasonably accomplished as she reached the ground, sweeping horizontally to an easy stop — or at least, she did, until she hopped to the ground and her broomstick immediately plummeted to earth. Ugh. It was definitely supposed to stay suspended in mid-air.

Lily huffed and put her arm out. "Up," she said. The broom leapt to her hand.

She let go. It dropped again.

"Oh, come on!" Lily exclaimed. It was way too early for this. "Up!" The broomstick zoomed into her hand again, stinging the palm.

Lily eyed it suspiciously. "Stay," she commanded. Tentatively, she took her hand off the broomstick. It kept its place in the air, hovering about three feet off the ground.

She took a slow step backward, watchful gaze on the broom. It remained airborne.

Letting out a breath of satisfaction, Lily turned and started trudging toward the Quaffle, which lay near the entrance of the pitch. She had barely walked three feet before she heard a loud thunk.

Lily whipped around toward her traitorous broomstick, which was now lying innocently on the ground, and swore. Colorfully.

Forget this. Lily was wasting time that would be better spent practicing her throwing and catching. She would just carry her broomstick with her during the game, and this little hovering trick would be entirely irrelevant. Solved.

She stomped back to the broom. "Up!" she called, catching it and throwing it over her shoulder. She turned around to grab the Quaffle, ready to get back into the air.

"Catch!"

Lily jumped. The Quaffle was soaring directly toward her, but the sharpest athleticism she could manage on instinct was to awkwardly bat it away. Her boyfriend, James Potter, stood before her, looking vaguely amused. "All right, love?"

She flushed bright red. "What are you doing here?"

James raised his eyebrows. "Last time I checked, I'm still Gryffindor Quidditch Captain for a few more days." He grinned. "You planning to try out?"

"Oh, shut up," Lily grumbled, feeling heat all the way from her forehead to her chin. "I was just leaving." James continued to grin as Lily stuck her nose in the air, stalking toward the stands with as much dignity as she could muster. When she'd gotten a few steps past him, James grabbed her around the waist from behind and swung her in a circle through the air.

Lily half shrieked and half giggled. "Oh my god, James," she said, "Put me down! Now!" He obliged, setting her down briefly before pulling her backward toward him and kissing her sloppily on the neck. Lily turned and smacked him on the shoulder. "You prat," she said, laughing, before kissing him on the lips. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Hmm, I don't know," James said mock-thoughtfully. "Longer than you'd like, I suspect." He winked as Lily glared. "You know, three attempts ago, I thought you came quite close to a goal."

"Shut up," Lily repeated. "What are you doing here, anyway? It's six-thirty in the morning!"

James shrugged. "Sometimes I like to go for an early fly."

"Oh." Lily kicked herself internally. He'd definitely mentioned that before...

"And you're out throwing Quaffles at sunrise, because?"

Lily rolled her eyes. "Oh, fine," she said grumpily. "If you must know, I was practicing for Saturday." She felt herself starting to blush again. Every year, James rallied his mates to organize an inter-house Quidditch game for the kids in their year (bar Slytherins) on the weekend after exams. Lily had never even watched the game before last June, but now that she and James were officially dating...

"I thought that might be it," James said. "Out of practice?"

"You know perfectly well that I haven't ridden a broomstick since first year! Am I supposed to embarrass myself in front of everyone?"

"It wasn't a jab, Evans," said James, reverting to her surname, as he always did when he wanted to reassure Lily that he was only teasing. She swallowed, and the burst of temper receded as quickly as it had come. James kissed her on the brow and wandered over to the Quaffle. "You know," he said casually, picking up the ball and brushing dirt off the side, "You could have asked me, if you wanted some pointers. I'm fairly decent at coaching." He looked over. "Any reason you didn't want me about?"

Last year, Cindy Clearwater had scored a game-winning surprise goal at the end of the post-finals match, leading to general cacophony and a stolen, spontaneous kiss. Not that Lily was trying to...recreate this, exactly. She wasn't twelve years old. It had just been very romantic, that was all.

"No reason," Lily finally replied, a bit cagily. She wasn't about to admit that she'd spent the first few weeks of last summer thinking about all her friends cheering in victory while Cindy's hands had twisted up into James's untamable hair...

He didn't press. "Well," James said, "I'm here now. Alright if I join?"

Lily nodded and James grinned, mounting his own broomstick. "Forget the school brooms, they're rubbish," he told her, gesturing in welcome. "You'll have much better luck with this one. Hop on."

And they soared together into the air.

So, alright, Lily thought half an hour later, watching the Quaffle fly through the hoop. Maybe she wouldn't impress James on Saturday with a flash of unexpected skill. But as he wrapped his arms around her on the broomstick, taking her hands in his to correct her grip — as they scored Lily's first goal together and James whooped with delight, too loudly, right in her ear — Lily found that Quidditch could be much more fun than she had ever realized.

[fair-fae]

FFxivWrite24 Entry #22: Taken (You Pick)

FFxivWrite 2024 Prompt #19: Taken Prompt #22: (you pick!)

“‘S’this seat taken?” The words stole her attention away from her half-emptied glass of wine and she peered up at the man who had approached, her gaze roaming over him from head to toe, assessing her prospective company before she settled on an answer. She apparently decided she was pleased with what she saw, the corners of her lips slowly curling into a coy grin and an easy, “I suppose not,” slipping past them. One gloved hand lifted lazily to gesture to the empty barstool next to her, inviting him to join her.

The man seemed equally pleased by her response, judging by his wolfish grin, and he took the offered seat. He didn’t bother to flag down the bartender for a drink. Instead, his focus was fixed wholly upon the beautiful woman beside him. “What’s a gorgeous lady like you doing here all alone? Ya ain’t got somebody at home?” She shook her head, another sly smile playing on her face. “I have a husband at home, but it seems he has decided not to join me tonight.” “Oh yeah? Sounds like a real fuckin’ asshole.” A noise better described as a flirtatious giggle than a laugh escaped her, and she propped her chin upon her palm, gazing over at the charming stranger. “Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. I’ve found far finer company tonight, haven’t I?” Her free hand crept toward him, daring to rest over his own. At her touch, his eyebrows lifted into a look of surprise more feigned than genuine. “That how this is? Bored, lonely noblewoman lookin’ to lower herself for a good time with some commoner for a night?” “It doesn’t have to be just one night,” she cooed, threading her fingers through his. “Why? Do you have any objections? I venture I wouldn’t be your first.” “Nah, ya wouldn’t be. And not at all, gorgeous. Some other prick might leave you all alone, but I ain’t dumbass enough what not to ‘ppreciate a beautiful woman’s attention when I have it.” “Good. It sounds like we’re on the same page.” She offered his hand a gentle squeeze, her opposite grabbing her glass of wine so she could down the last of its contents before setting it aside on the bar. “Should we get out of here and head somewhere quieter, then?” “If that’s what you want,” he obliged, helping her down from her barstool with their still joined hands. “Ya sure your husband ain’t gonna be pissed? He gonna come beat my ass?” “He can be rather possessive. I hear he’s quite formidable, too.” Only then did Faye dare to lean forward and steal a kiss from the man’s lips, the taste of wine still lingering fresh on her own. Her eyes met with his, a slitted pair of blue and gold. “But I’m sure he can make an exception, just this once.”

@its-the-val-pal

[hetakinkmeme]

Germany gets captured by someone (preferably not the Italies) and gets turned into a fuck nugget by his captor.

Maybe theres some cannibalism of the limbs in there, but not any other part of the body. Obviously Germany bottoms in this.

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[midcinmancave]

Story Prompt:  “Why are we doing this again?”

Story Title:  Joke’s on Me

Summary: Sid and Nico attempt a prank on the Princess. Complete Story Source on FB

Fictober24 Submission #26 Fandom:  Midnight Cinderella Featuring:  Sid Arnault, Nico Meier, Giles Christophe, The Princess Warnings:  None  Rating/Genre:  General Audience, Comedy Writer:  Sid Arnault, Giles Christophe

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #22

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you really, really believe that.”

[chocoblep]

#22: Home Invasion

Prompt: Free Day (Warning)

Qorin reached up to give his chocobo’s head a pat once he’d dismounted. The bird replied with a soft little bunt–he knew not to make noise, not when they returned home to the wards having been tripped around the perimeter of his yurt. Typically, an animal made its way in, and he had to shoo it away if it hadn’t already left. Most of the time, nothing got into the yurt itself, though there had been cases of small critters finding their way in every now and again through a seam in the mostly sealed panel. He’d upgraded the wards and the boundary since the last animal invasion, though, so what could have tripped them this time?

He passed through the invisible barrier that kept his home safe and repelled most intruders, noting that the flap that acted as the door to his home was not sealed exactly as he’d left it. Well, that was concerning. Someone who had been here before had been here again, and if they were still inside, he ought to prepare himself for the worst. Usually in circumstances like these, someone was either injured or hiding or both, and when he walked in he was bound to have to fend off an attack before the person realized it was, in fact, the person they’d been waiting for.

He paused to listen first, and when he heard nothing but the wind in the grass and the chirp of distant crickets, he undid the flap and threw it open. It was dark inside, and no movement came from within, but he still proceeded with caution, his staff pulled from his back and one hand free to manipulate the elements. He crept along the yurt’s wall, and when he reached the first lamp he knew to be on the bookshelf, he activated it. Little mage lights flared to life, illuminating the inside of the structure just enough to see into the further reaches if he squinted. When he saw no one, he moved along the wall to the next light, and the next, and the next, until he stood there, puzzled, in his fully-lit–and very much unoccupied–home.

It wasn’t until he saw the package on the little cooking counter near his cookfire that he finally understood, and he moved over to it to pluck the little note from atop it that was addressed to him and unfold it, snorting at what he read.

Dear Qorin, Thank you for healing Hinan’s ass injury. I feel much better. We came by to thank you in person but you weren’t home, so we dropped off your thank-you gift. We hope you enjoy! Rhuk & Hinan

The handwriting was sloppy and unsteady, which led Qorin to believe that Rhuk had, indeed, written the message (considering Hinan had taught him the basics of writing and he still likely needed practice). He unwrapped the parcel and gasped at the dozen or so mini rolanberry tarts wrapped up inside–and then swore when Hoots swooped in and stole one.

“Hey! Damn it, Hoots! That’s mine!” he shouted, chasing the owl out into the night.

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #22

Prompt: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Fandom/OCs: Roaring Twenties OCs (Jesse Hamilton)

Words: 1630

Inspiration: None, really. A follow-up to this snippet by me. 

Author’s comments/background: Read Jesse’s first story here. Jesse was another OC that served a very specific purpose and I have never been able to come up with another good scenario for him, but that Roaring Twenties scenario I wrote a bit ago was so generic that I figured I might as well stick it with an existing OC, so here is the follow-up. This one was fun to write, as it’s an era I haven’t had much practice writing. You all can judge how successful I was. 

This might not exactly fit the spirit of the prompt, since these two are strangers, but I think it’s cute in its own way. 

~~~***~~~

The last time he was in this club, a beautiful dame had promised to buy him a drink. Today his eyes roved over the seats constantly, looking for that dame again, clamping his lips every so often against the persistent cough that was plaguing him. He had all but given up when a pair of big brown eyes locked onto his, and his heart started beating faster. 

She was slowly making her way over to him, hips swinging and that sultry smile on her lips. Excitement coursed through him, pooling between his legs, which he crossed in a hurry. He watched her approach, trying to maintain an air of easy expectation. When she was a few tables away from him, another gent called her name, grabbing her and trying to flirt. Though the coughing man couldn't hear precisely what was being said, he had learned to read lips as a kid, obsessed as he'd been with making sure no one was talking about him or keeping secrets from him. He'd kept the knack for it, and it came in handy in the factories where it was so loud a man couldn't hear himself think. He stifled another cough into his fist as he watched the other gent make a desperate attempt to keep her attention, but he was gratified to see her eyes kept flickering over to his table. She pulled away at last, and the gent pleaded with her not to leave, but she ignored him. Rose Madden, the fellow had called her. Rose was her name. His senses heightened with the thrill of recognition--he knew this girl, or at least he had a long time ago. 

She swished up to his table at last, sliding into the chair across from him with easy grace and a flirtatious smile. "Why fancy meeting you here."

"Evening, miss," he said evenly, leaning back and trying to match her relaxed posture. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"What indeed? It's almost a month since you were here before. I'd all but given up on ever seeing you again. I trust you're in good health?" She pulled out a cigarette in a holder and lit it, taking a long drag, as if whatever he answered was inconsequential to her. 

He shrugged one shoulder, clearing his throat. "I'm still kicking, as it were. And I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I had to go out of town for a few weeks for work."

"Oh, I wasn't waiting," she said carelessly, taking another drag. "I almost didn't notice you, except that you caught my eye, frantically looking around as you were. Were you looking for someone?"

Her eyes held his, unblinking. She knew exactly who held the power here. If he said he was looking for her, she continued to be in control. If he said someone else, she could easily walk away and tell him to bother another woman instead. 

He took the bait, seeing no other option. "Why, you, sugar, who else?" he asked, a little desperate now. As long as she continued to sit with him, he continued to have a chance with her. 

"And why would you be doing a thing like that, I wonder?" she asked, blowing a lazy smoke ring. He thought she was testing him–as if she hadn't quite made up her mind about him yet. 

"You promised to buy me a drink, remember," he said, a little lamely. 

"You don't seem to be hard up for cash. I wouldn't peg you as the type to go to so much trouble for a little free booze," she said, continuing to toy with him, hardly blinking as she scrutinized his every reaction, yet maintaining her careless demeanor. 

"Okay, so it's not just the drink. How could I not look for you after we talked last month, angel? That's like dangling a piece of meat in front of a tiger and then pulling it away."

One of her eyebrows shot up. "Ah, so we're comparing a woman to a piece of meat and making her an object now. I see the originality has already run dry. And here I thought you were smarter than that, with those intelligent eyes and gentleman's posture. What a shame." She leaned away, and made as if to stub out her smoke. 

"Aww, don't go, sugar," he begged, demeaning himself further. It was all or nothing, now. "What do you want from me? Whatever it is, I'll be it. You want intelligent? I can be intelligent. Or classy. Or smooth. Take it slow? Knock you off your feet? Name it and it's yours." He leaned over the table, bridging the gap between them. Unfortunately the wisp of smoke from her cig caught him full in the face as he did, and he was forced to cough into his sleeve, short and harsh, before turning back to her. 

She stared at him for a long moment before, inexplicably, a look of understanding crossed her face. He held his breath as she too leaned forward once more. 

"And what about sick in bed, can you do that one?" Her cool hand was pressed against his sweaty forehead out of nowhere, surprisingly gentle. "Because that's the only place you should be with a cough and fever like that. I'm amazed you came here sick again. What were you thinking?" 

He leaned back, shrugging one shoulder again and trying to keep his face neutral even as his hopes for the night drained away. "Just a cough isn't so bad. Anyway, I'm better than I was last month. I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer."

"I told you, I wasn't waiting for you." She stubbed out the remains of her cigarette thoughtfully. When her intense brown eyes met his once more, though, she was smiling, flirtatious as she'd been when she sat down. "Why don't you come home with me tonight?"

His mood reinflated like a balloon, but her next words gave him pause:

"Mama always wanted me to be a nurse. Looks like I get to practice on you, handsome. Come back to my place and let me nurse you back to health once and for all. You must be miserable, being sick for almost a month as you have." 

He wasn't sure what to make of this strange turn of events, unsure whether he ought to be excited or embarrassed. It seemed she was still flirting, though, so it was time to try to swing things in his favor for the first time all night. There was one bit of leverage he had over her still.

"Well that sounds fine and dandy. But why would you do a thing like that? I'm a complete stranger to you. You don't even know my name."

This was a gamble. She may well know his name, first and last. His family weren't exactly strangers in this area, and he was the young heir. He had strangers approach him all the time, acting as if they knew him after reading a few newspaper articles about him. 

She held her teasing smile, considering what he'd said. "I suppose that's true. But you don't know mine either. It's all been pet names and terms of endearment. So why would YOU do a thing like follow me home?"

He coughed before answering, heightening the suspense, at least in his mind. "Au contraire, mademoiselle. I do know your name, Rose Madden. Your father is a banker, and your mother died years ago. I think you were around ten. Most of the neighborhood attended her funeral. And you were sent away to boarding school shortly thereafter. So you see, you're no stranger to me after all."

He leaned back with a self-satisfied smile, muffling another cough behind his lips. Her mouth dropped open slightly, and he mentally chalked up a point in his favor, and then another when she gave him a look of reluctant admiration. 

"Alright then, have it your way. Why don't you come on home with me and we can have a talk over coffee about how you know so much. You shouldn't be out in the night air any longer, Casanova. You look like you could use a hot drink."

He nodded, standing and pulling on his jacket. "I'll take you up on that. Long as you'll be there, I'll go anywhere you like."

He was putting the power back in her hands, but he was quickly becoming too tired to care, now that he had met his objective. 

She smiled as she looped her arm through his. "I'll treat you right, don't you worry."

They made their way out the door and onto the sidewalk as one. The cool night air felt heavenly on his superheated skin, and the quiet was a relief for his aching head. She tugged gently on his arm and began to lead him out of the neighborhood.

"You know it's only fair if you tell me your name, since you know mine," she said as she walked. 

He looked down at her and almost argued to keep hold of his last vestige of control. Then she smiled up at him, and he had to smile back. 

"Jesse. Name's Jesse."

"No last name?" she prodded. 

"Not yet. I'm not sure you've earned that information."

Her arm moved, and he almost thought she was going to pull away, but in the end she kept walking with a private smile. "Suit yourself. You'll tell me sooner or later."

"And why would I do a thing like that?"

"Because when I nurse you back to health you're going to fall madly in love with me, Mr. Jesse, and then you'll tell me anything I ask, just as they do in the war stories."

He chuckled softly, the sound floating up to the night sky. "Well I look forward to seeing how that plays out, then, Miss Rose."

[alphieshplife]

Graduation - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 100

Even after they apparated home from Hogsmeade (after narrowly avoiding Walburga and Orion), Sirius couldn’t quite believe it. Regulus–his baby Reggie–had officially graduated. His baby Reggie was an adult. When the hell had that happened?

Not that it mattered, really. What mattered was this–Regulus following Sirius to the flat he shared in Muggle London with James instead of going with their parents back to Grimmauld Place, breaking free of his arranged marriage, following his dream to attend a Healer program rather than doing–well, whatever the hell it was their father did. 

What mattered was this–Regulus Black, finally living for himself.

[fluentfridays]

Prompt #22

What theme do you think the creators of your favorite book/movie/TV show/etc. intended and how well did they execute it?

[keysandcrosses]

drawtober day 21-31

[eeriepromis]

💖 LaDs Magical Girl AU: NIGHTBORN SYNDROME (a.k.a. HOT GUYS WITH CURSED GLITTER) 💖

(A totally serious and definitely not crack-fueled LaDs magical girl anime concept with extra unnecessary glitter sparkles!)

✨ The Premise ✨

In a world where magic is both a blessing and a curse, certain warriors- the Nightborn- carry a terrifying fate. When exposed to extreme magical energy, they undergo a mystical mutation that amplifies their Flair but at a cost.

🌙 Nightborn Syndrome makes them:

✔ Look like they stepped straight out of a dark magical boy fashion catalogue (capes, leather gloves, high boots- the whole aesthetic). ✔ Have dramatic, glowing tattoos that pulse whenever they feel strong emotions. ✔ Gain ridiculous, over-the-top magical transformations✔ Become overly poetic and brooding for no reason. For some reason, all of MC’s love interests are affected. And for even less of a reason, MC is the only one who can stabilize them.

👑 The “Big Evil”: Evermore 👑 (Because what’s a magical series without a looming villain?)

Evermore

A shadowy organization obsessed with harnessing Nightborn power to conquer the realm.

They’re responsible for weaponizing potential in kids (like Caleb, and even Xavier).

Their leader? Has an even bigger cloak than Zayne’s.

What They Want:

Evermore hunts the Nightborn to harness their curses for a dark ritual. Legend says if they combine all that unstable magical energy, they can open the Midnight Rift- a portal to a realm of limitless power.

The Stakes:

If Evermore gets their hands on the Nightborn, they’ll forcibly trigger their transformations to siphon raw magic.

A single meltdown from any one of them is catastrophic. All of them together? World-ending fiasco.

MC’s Role:

As the Celestial Guardian, she alone can stabilize the Nightborn. She also holds the key to locking the Midnight Rift.

Cue tension: Evermore wants to either use her to control the guys or take her out of the picture.

The Conflict

Evermore sends monstrous minions to provoke the guys into full meltdown mode, hoping to extract that unstoppable energy.

MC and the Nightborn LIs team up (despite their endless emotional fiascos) to protect the city- and each other.

Expect monster-of-the-week battles where each guy transforms in the middle of a grocery store, or a park, or a random Taco Bell. (Poor Taco Bell.)

🌟 Full Cast of Nightborn Disasters & Their Suffering 🌟 MC (The Magical Girl Who’s Tired of This BS)

Just a normal girl (haha, just kidding).

Alias: Astral Lily

Astral: Represents the cosmos, destiny, and unseen forces. MC is the only one who can stabilize the Nightborn, and her connection to magic is otherworldly-whether she likes it or not.

Lily: A symbol of purity, guidance, and burdens. Lilies also symbolize rebirth.

Role: 

The Celestial Guardian, sole force keeping the Nightborn from spiraling into unstoppable meltdown mode.

Her job? 

Keep them from going full cursed transformation mode.

Her life would be easier if her entire friend group weren’t afflicted with the most dramatic magical disease ever.

Her reality? 

Babysitting a bunch of emotionally stunted, overly attractive magical warriors who explode if they feel too much.

Goal: 

Live a semi-normal life while stopping her boys from demolishing the city every time they get flustered.

New Problem: 

Some shady organization called Evermore has appeared, hunting the Nightborn for their potent magic. MC definitely didn’t sign up for a magical turf war- but here we are.

Her catchphrase:"Oh my god, not AGAIN."

❄️ ZAYNE (The Brooding Ice Prince & The Emotionally Malfunctioning Cousin Figure)

Flair: Ice

Alias: Vesper Camellia

Vesper: Means "Evening Star," symbolizing fading light, solitude, and distant beauty. Zayne tries to keep everyone at arm’s length, but no matter how much he withdraws, his presence still shines.

Camellia: Represents longing, perfection, and unspoken admiration. White camellias symbolize devotion without words- Even if Zayne will doesn't say how he feels, it’s obvious to everyone except himself.

The Worst Case of Nightborn Syndrome™.

If he blushes? Instant dark magical transformation.

If he’s annoyed? Dark cape activation.

If MC looks at him too long? “Stop looking at me- ” (cue swirling shadow aura)

Transformation Theme: 

His old clothes shatter like frost, revealing a sleek, elegant silver-and-blue battle ensemble, and an unnecessarily large sword that he never actually uses.

Personality: 

Acts cold and logical, but is actually panicking internally 24/7.

Spends an unhealthy amount of time glowering in corners.

He copes by being emotionally constipated.

Backstory: 

MC was taken in by his family when she was younger, so they were raised like cousins. There’s a 5-year age gap, so half his life was spent trying to be the “cool older kid” and the other half failing at it miserably.

Is allergic to compliments from MC because they make him transform.

MC copes by messing with him on purpose. She figured him out way too fast.

And now she actively tries to make him trigger just to watch the chaos unfold.

Zayne, whispering in horror: "Stop testing me like I'm some unstable science experiment."

MC, smirking: "Oh, my bad. Didn't realize you were this sensitive."

Zayne, already glowing with ice magic: "I swear to god- " Zayne, gripping his face, visibly in pain: "This is a nightmare."

MC, sipping her drink, unfazed: "It’s hilarious, actually."

⚡ CALEB (The Delinquent Who Loves Too Hard)

Flair: Gravity Manipulation

Alias: Crimson Aster

Crimson: Represents passion, defiance, and an unshakable will- Caleb is fiercely loyal (which is fitting since this man decided MC was his ride-or-die at age 12 and never let go) but also a wildcard, challenging fate itself. His presence feels like an unpredictable force that can either protect or destroy.

Aster: A flower associated with love, patience, and remembrance- which aligns with his deep-rooted devotion to MC and the lingering past between them. In some myths, asters symbolize a farewell or a lost love..

Backstory: 

Grew up in an orphanage ever since escaping being a test subject at the tender age of 11.

MC met him when she accidentally got into a street fight with him at age 12 and won. Instead of sulking, he immediately declared her his future wife.

Everyone thinks this is a made-up rumor because he’s a delinquent even up to their highschool years and she’s the sweet, innocent MC. It is NOT.

Used to be a delinquent, now a competitive magical boy who refuses to lose at anything. 

Nightborn Syndrome: 

Triggers when he's angry. 

Transformation Theme: 

Electricity crackles at his fingertips, static humming in the air as golden sparks arc around his body. His jacket dissolves (for reasons unknown). (And yes, shirtless transformations happen at least once per episode.)

Personality: 

Competitive, refuses to lose, but secretly kind of soft.

A tough delinquent vibe, ironically forced into flashy magical boy uniforms

Most people expected Caleb to hold a grudge… instead, he immediately fixated on her and even trained with her.

"Pipsqueak, you're small, but you punch like a damn truck," he muttered, wiping blood from his lip. Instead of retaliating, he grinned. "I like you."

Ever since that day, Caleb has been an absolute menace in her life.

He wasn't a romantic type- no grand confessions, no stupid poetry like Sylus. No, Caleb proved his feelings through pure, unhinged loyalty.

"If I don't like someone, I tell them. If I like someone, I don't let them go."

Cue MC groaning into her hands for the next decade.

🎭 SYLUS (The Walking Romance Novel Who Needs To Be Stopped)

Flair: Energy Manipulation

Alias: Phantom Rose

Phantom: Represents mystery, illusions, and fleeting beauty. Sylus is too charming for his own good.

Rose: Symbolizes passion, secrecy, and dramatic suffering. Every transformation of his is basically a Shakespearean monologue in real time.

Backstory: 

MC met him after he literally fell out of a tree while reciting poetry.

He’s usually suave but relatively normal- until the curse hits.

Nightborn Syndrome: 

Overwhelming Romantic Energy™ (as if possessed by 1,000 Shakespearean ghosts)

Cloaks billow, rose petals swirl, dramatic spotlights appear out of nowhere.

Dramatic as hell.

His shirt mysteriously being unbuttoned.

Transformation Theme: 

"Midnight Prince" aesthetic. His shirt rips open dramatically every single time. His hair sparkles.

Personality: 

Normally, he’s suave, calm, and has that whole mysterious princely vibe. But the moment his powers trigger? HE BECOMES A FULL-ON DRAMATIC THEATER ACTOR.

He immediately forgets everything afterward.

It’s gotten to the point where the team just lets him run out of dialogue like a glitching NPC.

His Nightborn curse?

 He gets way too charming when it activates.

Shirt ripped? Cloak billowing? Flowers appearing out of nowhere? Check, check, check.

The Absolute Struggle of Sylus & MC

MC: "Sylus, you good?"

Sylus, his eyes slowly glowing as his transformation starts: "Ah, my dear, you mustn't concern yourself with the depths of my torment-"

MC: "Oh god. Not again."

BOOM- Cloak flares. Moonlight intensifies. Roses swirl.

Sylus, fully in his Nightborn form: "The weight of destiny rests upon my shoulders, yet I- "

MC, pinching the bridge of her nose: "Someone get the spray bottle."

Will literally quote Shakespeare at MC while slowly removing his gloves for no reason.

"Oh, my starlit goddess, my moonlit salvation, my divine seraph- "

MC: "Dude, we are at a Taco Bell. Calm down."

The worst part? He doesn’t remember any of it. The next day, he’s like “Why is everyone avoiding me?”

🔥 RAFAYEL (The Tsundere Knight Who Refuses to Admit He Cares)

Flair: Fire

Alias: Ashen Carnation

Ashen: Symbolizes burnt-out embers, destruction, and hidden warmth beneath the ashes. Rafayel burns for others but refuses to admit it. His power flares up when he feels too much- which is why he denies everything.

Carnation: Represents deep emotions buried under a tough exterior. They also represent unbreakable bonds and self-sacrificial love, which is a nice way of saying: "This man will burn down an entire city before admitting he cares."

Backstory: 

MC met Rafayel, and - of course - it was in the middle of a dramatic fight.

That was Years Ago.

Fast forward to now, and she’s somehow stuck with him.

Nightborn Syndrome: 

Rafayel’s problem? His Nightborn Syndrome is fueled by his overwhelming need to protect people.

So what happens when he sees MC in danger?

BOOM. Instant flames.

BOOM. Armor materializing out of nowhere.

BOOM. Dramatic pose, followed by a desperate attempt to pretend nothing just happened.

Transformation Theme: 

Goes full “Holy Guardian” mode with so many sparkles that you’d think Tinker Bell exploded.

Personality: 

Grumpy, follows the rules, but secretly the biggest softie. Tries to hide his emotions but that makes them worse. Ends up tripping into his own transformation sequences.

MC, sighing: "Rafayel, it’s fine, I can handle myself- "

Rafayel, blushing violently as the flames swirl around him: "I-It’s not like I was worried! I just- SHUT UP."

His personal hell?

MC being sweet to him.

MC smiling at him.

MC saying anything remotely soft, ever.

MC needing help and actually accepting it.

MC vs. Rafayel’s Denial:

MC: "Rafayel, you're blushing."

Rafayel, covering his face with his hand: "I AM NOT-"

BOOM- Instant transformation.

MC, smugly patting his armor: "Huh. Sure about that?"

Rafayel, face now burning hotter than his actual flames: "I- I was just testing my control.”

🌟 XAVIER (The Quiet One Who Turns into a Glitter Bomb)

Flair: Light

Alias: Noctis Edelweiss

Noctis: Means "Night," symbolizing hidden power, silent strength, and unspoken emotions. Xavier lurks in the background until his Nightborn power explodes into something uncontrollable.

Edelweiss: Represents bravery, devotion, and rare beauty. This rare flower grows in high, unreachable places- just like Xavier, who prefers to observe from a distance until the moment he literally shines brighter than the sun.

Backstory: 

Unlike the other Nightborn disasters, Xavier didn't immediately combust upon meeting MC. In fact… MC didn't even realize they’d met before, when he helped her as his Noctis alter-ego self even tho they were classmates.

The problem? He is very, very bad at talking about his feelings.

If Nightborn Syndrome is a wildfire for the others, for him it’s a slow-burning, inevitable supernova- one that will eventually consume him if he ever loses control. And the more time he shares with MC, the more his feelings grow - the less he can control them.

Nightborn Syndrome: 

Activates when he gets embarrassed or surprised - which is rare luckily.

No one even knew he HAD Nightborn Syndrome until one day, MC complimented him and he transformed so hard the windows shattered.

Transformation Theme: 

A golden halo of starlight flares into existence around him as his eyes snap open, pupils now glowing like twin constellations. Soft motes of light rise from the ground, orbiting him in slow, mesmerizing patterns.

Personality: 

Quiet, observant, lowkey terrifying.

If MC so much as praises him, you can guarantee a 50-foot glitter tsunami.

Xavier has spent so long in the background that being noticed- even a little- is overwhelming for him.

Reaction to MC complimenting him: (Silence.)

"..." (immediate glowing transformation explosion)

MC is launched backward into a bush.

Everyone else is blinded for 30 seconds.

Xavier stands there, absolutely mortified, glowing like an actual sun.

MC, coughing up sparkles: "… Bro, I just said your hair looks nice."

Xavier, whispering in horror: "I know."

👄 The "Oh My God, Just Kiss Them to Stop It" Rule

MC literally holds all of their fates in her hands and she is not responsible enough for this.

She figures out that if she kisses them, it INSTANTLY cancels their transformations.

So now every time one of them starts glowing, she’s just like "ugh, fine," and pecks them on the cheek.

Zayne:

Kissing him. He does not recover from this knowledge. The first time MC realizes this: MC: "Fine. Let’s try something." Zayne: "What-" MC kisses him on the cheek. Instantly, the glow fades. The ice dissolves. The blizzard stops. Zayne, staring at MC, visibly malfunctioning: "...What the hell just happened." MC, smirking: "Oh, nothing. Just science."

Caleb: 

MC walks into the room. Caleb, immediately tense: "Don’t start." MC: "I haven’t even said anything-" Caleb: "I can feel you thinking. Stop it." MC: "Nice jacket, though." BOOM- Caleb instantly transforms. His cloak billows out dramatically. A wind that wasn't even there before starts swirling. MC: "...Seriously? From one compliment?" Caleb, gripping his head: "I CAN’T CONTROL IT, OKAY?!" MC: "...Just- come here, you idiot." MC pecks him on the cheek. Caleb, blinking in confusion as his transformation fizzles out: "Tch." MC, patting his cheek: "Good boy." Caleb, combusting internally.

Rafayel: 

Kissing him. This realization ruins him. The first time it happens: MC: "Fine, you big baby-" (kisses his cheek to calm him down.) Rafayel, immediately de-transforming, standing in absolute silence. MC: "There, that wasn’t so bad, right?" Rafayel, hand touching his cheek where she kissed him, utterly broken. Rafayel, whispering in horror: "… Don’t do that." MC, grinning: "Oh? Why? Because it works?" Rafayel, turning bright red: "I- Just shut up."

Xavier: 

Xavier tries SO HARD not to feel anything. But then MC comes along and just casually worships him and he short-circuits. MC: "Wow, you’re actually really graceful in battle." Xavier, internally screaming: "Don’t transform don’t transform don’t transform-" Glows anyway. The worst part? MC realizes that kissing him immediately cancels the transformation. MC: "Fine. Get over here." Xavier, suddenly frozen in place: "Wait, what-" MC kisses him on the cheek. His glow instantly dies down. Xavier, absolutely shell-shocked, staring at the ground like his entire belief system has been challenged. MC, smirking: "Breath, cutie." Xavier.exe has stopped working.

Sylus:

Kissing him. Which is, quite literally, the most dangerous thing to do. Because the moment MC kisses him to stop the transformation, he just leans into it. First time it happens: MC: "Okay, enough of this." MC pecks him on the cheek. His transformation instantly dissolves. Sylus, blinking, processing. Then, the smirk returns. Sylus, voice smooth as silk: "I see. So you’ve chosen to indulge my desires." MC, realizing the mistake: "Wait- NO-" Sylus, leaning closer: "Very well, my love. If this is the path you wish to walk-" MC, already trying to flee: "HELP, I FIXED THE TRANSFORMATION BUT NOW HE'S JUST FLIRTING." Caleb, Zayne, and Rafayel watching in absolute horror.

🌟 HOW MC MET ALL OF THEM 🌟

❄️ ZAYNE: Babysitter Turned Eternal Sufferer

MC was taken in by Zayne's family, which means she grew up constantly annoying him. Zayne, at age 15, when he first met little MC: "She’s small. She’s loud. This is my personal nightmare." MC, at age 10: "HI! YOU’RE OLD. ARE YOU MY BROTHER NOW?" Their dynamic? MC: "Zaaayyynneee~" Zayne: "Go away." MC: "What happens if I poke your Nightborn mark?" Zayne: "Do NOT-" (instant dramatic transformation explosion)

⚡ CALEB: The Rivalry That Turned Into a Marriage Proposal

MC met Caleb when they got into a fistfight at age 12.She won. Instead of holding a grudge, Caleb immediately decided she was wife material. Every interaction since has been: MC: "You mad?"Caleb: "Why would I be mad? My future wife is strong-" (immediately starts glowing and transforming)

🎭 SYLUS: The Living Shakespeare Monologue

MC was minding her business when Sylus literally FELL OUT OF A TREE. Landed dramatically, stood up, and said: "At last, fate has guided me to my one true- " "Wait- who are you." MC: "... Dude, are you okay?" Sylus: "Only now that I have seen the light of your eyes- " MC: "I’m leaving."

🔥 RAFAYEL: The Grumpy Knight with a Soft Spot

She was cornered by an enemy, and before she could react, fire exploded through the battlefield, turning her attackers to ash. A figure in crimson armor stood over her, blade still burning from the strike. MC: "You saved me-" Rafayel, scoffing, looking away: "Don’t get the wrong idea. I was just passing through." And then he literally sprinted away before she could thank him properly.

🌟 XAVIER: The Guy Who Sparkled So Hard She Finally Noticed Him

MC didn’t notice Xavier at first because he’s too quiet. One day, she casually complimented his hair. BOOM- instant magical transformation. MC, screaming and shielding her eyes from the glitter explosion: "WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS."

🌟 Transformation Sequences - Magical Boy AU!

🔥 Rafayel - "Blazing Heart!"

Rafayel snaps his fingers, and a burst of golden-red flames swirls around him, lifting him off the ground. The embers crackle, spiraling upward as his clothes melt away into shimmering light, reforming into a sleek crimson and gold outfit. With a flourish, his coat materializes mid-spin, embroidered with glowing sigils of fire. His boots click against the ground as he lands, flames flickering harmlessly beneath his feet. He smirks, running a hand through his hair, now streaked with vibrant embers at the tips. With a dramatic snap of his fingers, a flame ignites at his palm. "Justice burns brightest in my hands." (🔥 Cue dramatic coat flip. 🔥)

❄️ Zayne - "Glacial Knight!"

Zayne’s breath crystallizes in the air as a cold wind swirls around him, lifting his scarf as it begins to unravel into sparkling threads of ice-blue magic. With a sharp swoosh, his old clothes shatter like frost, revealing a sleek, elegant silver-and-blue ensemble with icy crystalline armor forming over his shoulders and arms. His boots form as he steps forward, leaving a frost-kissed imprint beneath him. A gleaming blade of ice manifests in his grasp, and snowflakes dance in the air around him. He exhales slowly, eyes glowing with a soft, steady frost-blue radiance. "A knight’s duty is eternal." (❄️ Cue very graceful but very unnecessary hair flip. ❄️)

⚡ Caleb - "Stellar Striker!"

Electricity crackles at his fingertips as Caleb grins, sparks racing up his arms. His jacket dissolves into pure energy, reforming into a sharp, star-stitched military-style coat with lightning-infused seams. His boots magnetize to the ground before he leaps into the air, lightning arching between his hands as his gloves materialize mid-motion. With a dynamic midair spin, his weapon - a dual-bladed energy staff - flickers to life in his grip. He lands with a flash, winking as the energy settles around him. "Lightning strikes twice when I'm around." (⚡ Cue finger guns and a smirk. ⚡)

🎭 Sylus - "Moonshadow Mirage!"

A gentle breeze swirls, and Sylus tilts his head, grinning as silver light gathers around him. His coat dissolves into ribbons of moonlight, reforming into a sleek, deep-indigo outfit with asymmetrical layers and flowing midnight-blue fabric. His gloves shimmer into existence as he flicks his wrists, revealing concealed daggers woven with constellations. The shadows around him dance, moving in sync with his movements as he steps into place. With a flourish of his scarf, he vanishes for a split second- only to reappear behind his own magic, smirking as the final glow fades. "The night’s secrets are mine to keep." (🌙 Cue a smug bow before vanishing again. 🌙)

🌟 Xavier - "Celestial Guardian!"

Soft starlight radiates from beneath his feet as Xavier closes his eyes, allowing golden constellations to swirl around him. His coat transforms first, shimmering into a regal navy-and-gold ensemble adorned with celestial embroidery. With a gentle lift of his hand, a radiant staff manifests, pulsing with the light of countless stars. His boots solidify beneath him as he steps forward, stardust lingering in his wake. He opens his eyes, now glowing with cosmic wisdom, and gives a calm, confident nod. "Guided by the stars, I walk the path of destiny." (✨ Cue soft cosmic glow and dramatic cape flourish.✨)

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Discussion 11/22/2024

1. Pigeon

2. Mended heart

3. Bad boyfriend

4. College major

5. Godchild

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#22: Truer Words

Lydi and Arivel sat eating lunch, talking and laughing and teasing each other, when Kellen came to straddle the bench on Arivel’s other side. Lydi’s work partner froze, ducking his head with a pretty blush to his cheeks as Lydi continued talking.

“... And then he told me that I was cute!”

“You are cute, Lydi,” Arivel said, and Kellen leaned his elbow on the table to look at her, nodding in agreement before resting his chin in his meaty hand.

“I–I mean,” she spluttered, looking between the two men with a bit of pink in her cheeks as well. “I think he was just being overly complimentary, but you know me, I can’t ever tell if someone is genuinely interested in me!”

“Well,” the new arrival said, running his free hand through his black hair and fixing her with a look. “Maybe it’s time for someone with a keen interest in your happiness to suss that out, eh?” The Highlander reached out with the hand he wasn’t leaning on and snaked that arm around Arivel’s waist, pulling him in toward his chest. “After all, you did do me a solid all those moons ago.”

Arivel spluttered, almost dropping his apple, but he snuggled into Kellen’s warmth all the same, and Lydi smiled at the pair. “Wait, what’d she do?” he asked, looking between Lydi and Kellen.

“Well, I have a theory that when she bumped into me on the lift the day my comm broke, she kicked it through the grate on purpose,” Kellen said, and Arivel lost a bit of color in his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lydi retorted, turning to straddle the bench and face them fully. She had this look on her face, though… Lydi was a terrible liar, and Arivel saw through it immediately.

“You set us up!?” he asked, and Kellen just laughed, leaning in to kiss the crown of Arivel’s head.

“Well, you were in a shitty relationship and you needed a push, and Kellen had been looking at you like a love struck puppy for like, two moons, and–oh, tell me I was wrong!” She looked at Kellen, whose face had also lost a bit of color.

Arivel shifted against the highlander, looking up at his face. “Really? Wait, how long did you…”

“Half a turn,” Kellen interrupted, and then cleared his throat. “But we’re talking about Lydi and this guy who definitely likes her, not us.”

“Wait, half a turn before we got together?” Arivel questioned. “That would have been when you first got here–”

“Yes,” he said, and Lydi smirked. She had successfully turned the conversation away from herself once more.

“But that would mean that you…”

“He had a crush on you since the moment he saw you, Ari,” Lydi said, and that had Kellen clearing his throat.

“Anyway, this guy of yours. Did he use any strange body language? Try to stand close? Smile at you a lot? Laugh at stupid shite he had no business laughing at just because you said it?” The Highlander was like a dog with a bone, and Lydi couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her lips.

“No, he–well, wait, he did seem to always be stepping into my space. And he did laugh at a stupid joke I made about ice cream flavors…”

“Definitely likes you,” Kellen said with a solemn nod. “You should talk to him again.”

“Why?” she asked, and it was Arivel that perked up to reply.

“Why? Because you’re always making everyone else happy, and it’s the ones who put so much effort into making others happy who are the most unhappy!”

“But making others happy makes me happy,” she protested, and Kellen just smiled.

“Not going to force anything on you, obviously, but when you go home today, take a few moments to think about what happiness really means to you, independent of your desire to see those around you happy. And if that personal happiness includes a companion? Then talk to the guy again.” he shrugged, as if it were really that simple.

She thought about it for the rest of the day, and when she finally got home, she walked into her sparse little apartment and looked around. Everything was in its place. It wasn’t put away, exactly; Lydi lived in a state of organized chaos, something that only really worked for her and lost its meaning to anyone else. It was something that was hers, and hers alone.

Alone.

There was no mystery of some little thing having been moved, no sign that anyone but herself was ever here. No little sounds to alert her to another’s presence, no easy companion to tell all her worries to, or muse about the things that had happened to her over the course of the day.

It’s the ones who put so much effort into making others happy who are the most unhappy.

Arivel’s words rang through her mind, and as she looked in the mirror and brushed her teeth, her ears wilted against her head and she took on a sullen expression. She hated that statement, but not because it was objectively true.

She hated it because it was true for her, too.

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🍷 Kirbtober 2024 Day 22: Ship or Hangout 🍷

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Daroach and Dark Meta Knight overindulging on “fancy grape juice” together, their faces brightly flushed from the several bottles standing empty around them. The thief sits with a glass held loosely in one paw, laughing and resting the other paw on the unmasked knight’s head as he lays sprawled over Daroach’s torso, disgruntled but not particularly inclined to move, his wing lazily draped over them both. END ID.)

“Ha! Who's the *hic* lightweight now, sunshine?”

“Mmrrghshuddup. Smartass rat with your stupid pretty mouth stupid mmghngh..."

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