Nyla's Reading List
If you're ever curious about anything i'm reading at any given time, I'll be updating this post from time to time.
Current Reads
manga
windbreaker (nii satoru)
chi no wadachi (oshimi shuuzou)
skip & loafer (takamatsu misaki)
chainsaw man (fujimoto tatsuki)
witch hat atelier (shirahama kamome)
veil (kotteri)
jjba: the jojolands (araki hirohiko)
jujutsu kaisen (akutami gege)
novels
the eye of the world (robert jordan)
webtoons
23:4 (terraterrific)
plum (samkimart)
To-Be Reads
manga
bless (sonoyama yukino)
novels
witchful thinking (celestine martin)
dial a for aunties (jesse q. sutanto)
you'd look better as a ghost (joanna wallace)
the girl who fell beneath the sea (axie oh)
Recently Finished
novels
bunny (mona awad)
webtoons
cursed princess club (lambcat)
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!!!!!!!! I heard you were open to tamarack requests and.........
I keep imagining borrowing a scarf from her, and itd be a normal bestie thing. But then lending her a scarf... somehow that's the thing that gets me.
It makes me think of sharing a pair of gloves and then the uncovered hands link together. I dunno I just want to imagine it 🥺
idk if this is a request anymore, just wanted to share tamarack thoughts :3
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I got you, fam! Your request can be found here! The more Tamarack love the better
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Sparkle
cw. pre!release, gn!reader, step 1
pairing. tamarack x reader
notes. a cute anonymous request i received not too long ago. it made me think of the cute dialogue in step 1's prologue if the MC has a crush on tamarack and finds her special. first love, amirite?
"Oh no!!" Tamarack's sudden screech of dismay brings you to a halt.
You look at your neighbor in worry, "what's wrong?"
"I forgot my scarf at school!" Tamarack answers with a frown.
She's right, you realize. Where normally a muted pink scarf, hand-knit from Granny herself, rests on Tamarack's shoulders, there is nothing. Neither of you had noticed at all that it had well-loved scarf had still been in Tamarack's cubby when you left your schoolgrounds in favor of heading home.
Today was supposed to be a particularly fun day at the Baumanns.
Mom had work so you'd be spending the afternoon with the cozy family next door. Granny had made stollen the night before and you'd all be eating it together once you got home. Then once you ate your fill, it would be back to your normally scheduled programming.
You'd play in the confines of their backyard until the urge to explore grew stronger. Then you'd go off the beaten path and play in the autumnal woods surrounding the cul-de-sac until it was time to go home. If you were lucky, maybe Mom would even let you have your own sleepover.
While you doubted a missing scarf would be enough to ruin your day, it still is a damper on the mood walking home from school.
"Do you have an extra in your bag?"
"No," Tamarack sighs, shoulders sagging forward in disappointment.
You would have thought everything was in the messenger bag Tamarack brought everywhere. It's much like Mary Poppin's magical bag with how much Tamarack manages to squeeze in it. If she were to ever pull out a bed or a lamp from it, you wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.
"We can always go back to school and get it," you offer. You turn back around in the direction you came from. "Mrs. Murray might still be there!" The chances are slim but they aren't entirely zero.
Your teacher had been there when you left, at least. So were Qiu, Darren and Baxter who all planned on having some sort of dinner at The Diner Table before going to the Murray's for a sleepover. Maybe if you turn back now, you'll be able to catch them.
Tamarack shakes her head, sparkly hair dancing in the wind, "it's okay." The shorter girl shudders. Autumn may be her favorite season but not even Tamarack is a match for chilly weather without her scarf.
"Wanna wear mine? I'm not cold."
"Really," Tamarack brightens almost immediately at the suggestion.
You nod with a grin, "you let me use your scarf all the time anyway." So it's nothing to let your best friend wear yours when the shoe is on the other foot.
Your scarf unravels with ease when you tug at it due to the lazy manner you threw it over your shoulders earlier.
"We're scarf buddies now!" Tamarack puffs her cheeks in an eager grin, her fuzzy eyebrows angled for mischief. "Ones that switch scarves."
"Allow me, Miss Baumann," you mimic the honorable bows of knights in books and movies, accent posh and haughty.
Your actions only serve to make Tamarack giggle, hopping giddily in place. Her heavy bag jingles with her movements, thudding against her audibly. The giggles and hopping eventually subside but Tamarack's ruby eyes shine regardless as she wipes her clothes down with small hands. Once she deems them proper enough, she bows using her the ends of her overall shorts as a dress, curtsying. "Thank you, Knight [First]," Tamarack replies as regal she can manage.
You share another laugh as you straighten up. With your friend standing still for once, you set to work. It's not difficult at all but you still make careful work in wrapping it around your friend's shoulder as she often does, tying it just so.
It isn't Tamarack's handiwork but you know it'll stay wrapped squarely around her shoulders indefinitely until she decides to take it off.
"Oops," you giggle when you realize her hair has been smooshed under her scarf as well. "I'll fix it!"
Tamarack snickers as well, raising her chin although it doesn't truthfully do much to help you in moving her hair outside of its scarf prison.
Sparkle. Tamarack does nothing but sparkle.
From the shiny speckles dotted throughout her gold hair to how her eyes light up whenever she's excited. You wonder where she gets them from. Neither Granny or Mr. Baumann's hair sparkles. Maybe they did once long ago before they got old and the sparkles faded from their hair. But I've seen pictures of Tamarack's dad, there are few scattered throughout the drawing room in the Baumann family hair. He doesn't got any either.
As for the one picture you found of Tamarack's mom. (Something tucked far into the corners of the house that isn't easily seen in the slightest. It's the only complete family photo you've ever found of the Baumanns. Tamarack was very young in the photo, nestled in her mother's arms while everyone smiled at the photographer. If everyone was so happy in the photo, you wonder why it seldom sees the light of day.) Her hair is brown and there aren't any sparkles to be seen there either.
Maybe this means Tamarack's sparkles are something special. A Tamarack thing.
That makes a lot sense in your fifth grade mind.
Berry red eyes look up at you, framed by fluffy locks with sparkles interwoven in each strand.
Pretty...
"[First]?"
You blink with a start, "huh?"
Tamarack raises an eyebrow curious but she smiles despite her confusion, "come on let's go," she hops once more.
For a moment you wish you hadn't offered your scarf to the girl so you could bury your face in it. You still feel the fluffy soft strands underneath your fingertips. "Yeah, let's go," you follow after the forest-loving girl who has already started skipping ahead, unaware to your plight.
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