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thewidowsghost · 9 months

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Daughter of the Sea (Annabeth Chase x Jackson!Reader) - Chapter 4

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I have weird dreams full of barnyard animals and horiffic flashes of golden light.

I must've woken several times, but what I hear and see makes no sense, so I just pass out again. I remember lying in a soft bed, being spoonfed something that tastes like popcorn, only it's pudding. The pretty girl with the curly blonde hair hovers over me, smirking as she scrapes drips off my chin with the spoon.

When she sees my eyes open, she asks, "What will happen at the summer solstice?"

"What?" I manage to croak.

Annabeth - I presumed - looks around, as if afraid someone would overhear. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"

"I'm sorry," I mumble. "I don't . . ."

Someone knocks on the door, and the girl quickly fills my mouth with the pudding.

. . .

The next time I wake, the blonde girl is gone.

A husky blonde dude, like a surfer, stands in the corner of the bedroom keeping watch over me. He has blue eyes - at least a dozen of them - on his cheeks, his forehead, the backs of his hands.

. . .

When I finally come around for good, there is nothing weird about my surroundings, except that They're nicer than I'm used to. I am sitting in a deck chair on a huge porch, gazing across a meadow at green hills in the distance. The breeze smells like strawberries. There is a blanket over my legs, a pillow behind my neck. All that is great, but my mouth feels like a scorpion had been using it for a nest. My tongue is dry and nasty and every one of my teeth hurts.

On the table next to me is a tall drink. It looks like iced apple juice, with a green straw, and a paper parasol sticks through a maraschingo cherry.

My hand is so weak I almost drop the glass once I get my fingers around it.

"Careful," says a voice.

Grover is leaning against a porch railing, looking as though he hadn't slept in a week and his eyes are clouded with grief. Under one arm, Grover cradles a shoe box. He is wearing blue jeans, Converse hi-tops and a bright orange t-shirt that says Camp Half-Blood.

Maybe I'd had a nightmare. Maybe Mom and Percy are okay. We're on vacation and we'd stopped here at this big house for some reason. And . . .

"You saved my life," Grover says. "I...well, the least I could do...I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this."

Reverently, Grover places the shoe box in my lap.

Inside is a black-and-white bull's horn, the base jagged from being broken off, the tip splattered with dried blood.

It hadn't been a nightmare.

"I -" I falter, looking at the horn.

Grover shifts uncomfortably. "You've been out for two days. How much do you remember?" he asks.

"Mom. Percy. Are they really . . ."

Grover looks down.

I stare across the meadow. There are grovers of trees, a winding stream, acres of strawberries spreading out under the blue sky. The valley is surrounded by rolling hills, and the tallest one, directly in front of us, is the one with the hige pine tree on top; even that looks beautiful in the sunlight.

My family is gone, nothing should be beautiful. Everything should be black and cold.

"I'm sorry," Grover sniffles. "I'm a failure. I'm - I'm the worst saytr in the world." He moans, stomping his foot so hard that the Converse hi-tops come off. The inside of the who was filled with Styrofoam, except for a hoof-shaped hole. "Oh, Styx!" he mumbles.

Thunder rolls across the clear sky.

As Grover struggles to get his hoof back in the fake foot, I think, Well, that settles it.

Grover is a saytr. I am ready to bet that if I shaved his curly brown hair, I'd find tiny horns on his head. But I was too miserable to care that saytrs exist, or even minotaurs.

All that meant was that my mom and brother had been squeezed into nothingness, dissolved into yellow light.

I'm alone.

Grover is still sniffling, and my grief subsides for a heartbeat.

I say softly, "It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was. I was supposed to protect Per-" the saytr's voice falters.

"Did my mother ask you to protect him?" I ask.

"No. But that's my job. I'm a keeper. At least...I was."

"But why..." I suddenly feel dizzy, my vision swimming.

"Don't strain yourself," Grover says gently. "Here." The saytr helps me hold my glass and puts the straw to my lips.

I almost recoil at the the taste, because I am expecting iced apple juice, but it's not that at all. It's chocolate-chip cookies. Mom's cookies - homemade blue chocolate-chip cookies, buttery and hot, with teh chips still melting. Drinking it, my entire body feels good and warm, full of energy. My grief doesn't go away, but I feel as if my mom had just brushed her hand against my cheek or a bruise from my stepfather, and given me a cookie the way she'd always used to. She would always tell me everything was going to be okay.

Before I know it, I'd drained the glass. I stare into it, sure I'd just had a warm drink, but the ice cubes hadn't even melted.

"Was it good?" Grover asks.

I nod.

"What did it taste like?" Grover sounds so wistful that I feel guilty.

"Sorry," I apologize. "I should've let you taste."

His eyes got wide. "No! That's not what I meant. I just...wondered."

"Chocolate-chip cookies," I reply. "My mom's. Homemade."

He sighs. "And how do you feel?"

"Like I could throw my stepfather a hundred yards."

"That's good," he says. "That's good. I don't think you could risk drinking any more of that stuff."

"What do you mean?"

Grover takes the empty glass from me gingerly, as if it's dynamite, and sets it back on the table. "Come on. Chiron and Mr. D are waiting."

. . .

The porch wrapped all the way around a farmhouse.

My legs feel wobbly, trying to walk that far; Grover offers to carry the Minotaur horn, but I hold on to it. I'd paid for that souvenir the hard way. I couldn't let it go.

As we come around teh opposite end of the house, I catch my breath.

We must've been on teh north shore of Long Island, because on this side of the house, the valley marches all the way up to the water, which glitters beautifully about a mile in the distance. Between here and there, I can't comprehend what I'm seeing. The landscape is dotted with buildings that look like the ancient Greek architecture I'd struggled to read about in books through my dyslexia - an open-air pavilion, and amphitheater, a circular arena - except that they all look brand new, their whie marble columns sparkling in the glittering sun. IN a nearby sandpit, a dozen high school-age kids and saytrs played volleyball. Canoes glide across a small lake. Kids in bright orange t-shirts like Grover's are chasing each other around a cluster of cabins nestled in the woods. SOme shoot targets at an archery range. Others ride horses down a wooded trail, and, unless I was still deleriouus, some of their horses had wings.

Down at the end of the porch, two men sit across from each other at a card table. The blond-haired girl - Annabeth - who'd spoonfed me the popcorn-flavored pudding is leaning against the porch rail next to them.

I study the blond girl for a moment, and, as if she felt my eyes on her, she looks at me, amused. I feel my cheeks darken a little, and I turn to study the two other men.

The man facing me is small, but porky. He has a red nose, big watery eyes, and curly hair so black that it's almost purple. He looks like those paintings of baby angels - cherubs. He wears a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt, and he could've fit right in at one of Gabe's poker parties, except I get the feeling that this guy could've out-gambled even my stepfather.

"That's Mr. D," Grover mutters to me. "He's the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody. And that's Chiron." He points at the guy whose back is to me.

I recognize the tweek jacket, the thinning brown hair, and the scraggly beard that Percy had described to me.

"I suppose you must be my brother's Latin teacher?" I ask, and the man turns to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It seemed like the glint a teacher might have when he pulled a pop quiz and made all the multiple choice answers the same letter. Through the mischievous glint, I catch the pain and grief in his eyes.

"Ah, good, (Y/n)," Mr. Brunner says, and I catch Annabeth studying me, as if she herself had felt the pang of grief that had pierced my heart when I'd mentioned my brother. "Now we have four for pinochle."

Mr. Brunner offers me a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looks at me with bloodshot eyes and heaves a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you."

"Uh, thanks," I reply. I scoot a little farther away from him because if there was one think I'd learned from my stepfather, it's now to tell when an adult had been hitting alcohol.

"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner calls to the blond girl.

Annabeth steps forward and Mr. Brunner introduces us. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Per -." He frowns apologetically, his expression softening. "Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on (Y/n)'s ," he puts emphasis on the name, "bunk? We'll be putting her in Cabin Eleven for now."

Annabeth replies, "Sure, Chiron."

Annabeth looks probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep tan and her curly hair, she is almost exactly what I think a stereotypical California girl would look like, but her eyes ruined the image. They are startling gray, like stormy clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she is analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.

Annabeth glances at the Minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. Then she says, "You drool in your sleep."

Then she sprints off down the lawn, her blond hair flying behind her.

"So," I say, anxious to change the subject. "You, uh, work here too, Mr. Brunner?"

"Not Mr. Brunner," the ex–Mr. Brunner corrects. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron."

"Okay." Slightly confused, I look at teh director. "And Mr. D, sir . . ." I pause. "I suppose that stands for something as well?"

Mr. D stops shuffling the cards, studying me as if I'd surprised him. "Yes, it does stand for something. But you don't go around using them for no reason."

"Right. Sorry, sir," I reply, and Mr. D looks at me again for a moment. I pause for another minute. "Chiron, sir. What is this place? What am I doing here?"

Grover, who had sat down at the card table, flinches every time a card lands in his pile.

Chiron smiles sympathetically at me.

"(Y/n)," he says. "Did your mother tell you nothing?" he asks.

"She said . . ." I remember, with a pang, Mom's sad eyes looking out over the sea. "She told me that she was afraid to send me here, even though ou - even though my father had warned her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her."

"Typical," Mr. D says. "That's usually how they get killed." I flinch. "Young girl, are you bidding or not?"

"What?" I ask politely.

He explains how you bid in pinochle, and so I do.

"I'm afraid there's too much to tell," Chiron says. "I'm afraid our usual orientation film won't be sufficient."

"Orientation film?" I question.

"No," Chiron decides. "You know that Grover is a satyr. You know" - Chiron points to the horn in the shoe box - "that you have killed the Minotaur. No small feat, either, my dear. What you may not know is that great powersat work in your life. Gods - the forces you call the Greek gods - are very much alive."

I take a moment to think about the former Latin teacher's words.

"I suppose that makes sense," I reply hesitantly.

Chiron looks at me expectantly. "Percy always said you were smart, (Y/n)," the man says with a glimmer of appreciation. "What else do you know?" he asks.

"Well," I think for a moment. "I suppose that, if it is true, then the gods would move with western civilization.

Mr. D looks at me and sweeps into the farmhouse, Grover trailing behind him.

"Is there a palace on Mount Olympus?" I ask Chiron.

"Well now, there's Mount Olympus in Greece. And then there's the home of the gods, the convergence point of their powers, which did indeed used to be on Mount Olympus. It's still called Mount Olympus, out of respect to the old ways, but the palace moves, (Y/n)."

I shift slightly in my seat. "Who am I, Chiron?" I ask. I pause, "Who are you?" I add hastily, " If you don't mind answering."

Chiron smiles gently. He shifts his weight as if he was going to get out of his wheelchair.

"Who are you?" he muses. "Well, that's the question we all want answered, isn't it?" But for now, we should get you a bunk in Cabin Eleven. There will be new friends to meet, and plenty of time for lessons tomorrow. Besides, there will be s'mores at the campfire tonight, and I simply adore chocolate."

Then, Chiron does rise from his wheelchair, but there is something odd about the way he does it. His blanket falls away from his legs, but the legs don't move. His waist keeps getting longer, rising above the belt. At first, I wonder if he was wearing very long, white velvet underwear, but as he keeps rising out of the chair, taller than any man, I realize that the underwear isn't underwear; it is the front of an animal, muscle and sinew under coarse white fur. And the wheelchair isn't a chair, it's a box, and it must've been magic, because there was no way that a wheelchair could have contained all of him. A leg comes out, long and knobbly-kneed, with a polished hoof. Then another leg, then hindquarters, and then the box is empty, nothing but a metal shell with a couple of fake human legs attached.

I stare at the horse that had just sprung from the wheelchair; a huge white stallion. Where the horse's neck should be, the upper body of the teacher is smoothly grafted to the horse's trunk.

"What a relief," the centaur says, stretching. "I'd been cooped up in there for so long, my fetlocks had fallen asleep. Now, come, (Y/n) Jackson. Let's meet the other campers."

Word Count: 2532 words

#annabeth chase x reader #annabeth chase x fem reader #annabeth chase x female reader

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sunjakes · 1 year

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enhypen members as mini playlists

genre: fluff word count: 187 a/n: drafted this at like 1am so i could give y’all smth before i finally drop my sunghoon fic 😭 i hope these playlists make sense to y’all bc they all feel so enha to me

↪︎ lee heeseung 이희승

too much to dream - allie x golden - cory wong feat. cody fry love - dean feat. syd four - daisy never gonna be alone - jacob collier feat. lizzie mcalpine and john mayer saviour - jacob collier

↪︎ park jongseong 박종성

enmu - haze let me let you go - one ok rock never - mag.lo feat. o_super baby turns blue - virgin prunes girls & boys - blur it’s not living (if it’s not with you) - the 1975

↪︎ sim jaeyun 심재윤

wasteurtime - kevin walkman pretty boy - the neighbourhood the adults are talking - the strokes fangs - matt champion pink bubblegum - lavi kou tungs - the frights

↪︎ park sunghoon 박성훈

ditto - newjeans two birds - regina spektor then, now and forever - cnblue rises the moon - liana flores lady - official hige dandism daydreaming - daisy

↪︎ kim sunoo 김선우

sunkissed - khai dreams 突然 do love me! - hkt48 strawberry blond - mitski dance, baby! - boy pablo girlfriend - hemlocke springs lovefool - n.flying

↪︎ yang jungwon 양정원

buttercup - jack stauber mercury - steve lacy someone to spend time with - los retros notion - the rare occasions on the way - nct dream homage - mild high club

↪︎ nishumura riki 西村力

wachito rico - boy pablo u - millennium parade different state of mind - kid bloom runaway - dios hikiniku - haze restore the feeling - daniel caesar feat. sean leon and jacob collier

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irondead · 6 months

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Willkommen di Meiner Welt.

Chapter I: A Glimpse into the Illuminating Tapestry of Knowledge.

Behold, the enigmatic Lake Blerster. Known by the neighborhood as Lake, but awaits new nicknames with open arms. A celestial being of the legal realm, aligned with the stars of Cancer, and adorned with masculine pronouns. Once, an untitled dweller of the digital realm, sharing musings of randomness. The MBTI test remains untouched, but the certainty of introversion courses through my essence.

Chapter II: Unveils My Adored Treasures.

“Unleash the power within, for a man’s potential knows no bounds when fueled by his passions. Embrace the art of selective focus, as he crafts his destiny with unwavering determination. Let ‘Interest and Want’ be the guiding stars that shape his extraordinary journey towards self-actualization.”

What-to-watch.

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avatar, The Maze Runner, Divergent, Kingsman, The Chronicles of Narnia, 20th Century Girl, Split, The Lord of the Rings, Forrest Gump, The Book Thief, The Greatest Showman, Snowdrop, The Mortal Instruments, My Mister, and a multitude of other remarkable cinematic creations that, regrettably, cannot all be enumerated within these confines.

Music.

ATEEZ, JKT48, The Rose, Shawn Mendes, Kodaline, Official Hige Dandism, Fujii Kaze, YOASOBI, Taylor Swift, James Arthur, Troye Sivan, Hiroyuki Sawano, Nakimushi, Gemini, SZA, Dean Lewis, KANA-BOON, Conan Gray, Vickeblanka, Anson Seabra, Post Malone, TREASURE, Olivia Rodrigo, and an extensive array of other diverse musical masterpieces that intertwine seamlessly with my multifaceted taste.

Anime/Manga.

Tokyo Revengers, Naruto, D.Gray-Man, Attack on Titan, Chainsaw Man, Noblesse, Spy x Family, Beelzebub, Jujutsu Kaisen, Prince of Stride: Alternative, Your Name, Cells at Work, Fairy Tail, K Project, Ao Haru Ride, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Gakuen Babysitter, Nisekoi, Blue Lock, Black Clover, Haikyuu, Horimiya, Yamada-kun to Lv999, Bungou Stray Dogs, and an extensive tapestry of countless more tales waiting to be discovered.

Comfort Characters/Persons.

Sanzu Haruchiyo, Wanda Maximoff, Inui Seishu, Hanji Zoe, Lazark Kertia, Kiri te Suli Kireysi’ite, Beam, Sakura Haruno, Yu Kanda, Kyousuke Kuga, Hyoma Chigiri, Yukimiya Kenyu, Park Seonghwa, Choi San, Shania Gracia, Reva Fidela Adel Pantjoro, and Shani Indira Natio.

Others.

Embracing the whimsy of fantasy-adventure, savoring the delicate flavors of noodles, indulging in the allure of art and aesthetics, capturing moments through the lens of photography, and succumbing to the irresistible charm of chocolate. A feline enthusiast, yearning for their touch, yet finding solace in the enchanting world they create within.

Chapter III: Unspoken Words.

“In the symphony of silence, where unspoken words dance, and emotions yearn for expression, behold the enchanting glint in their eyes. From the realm of otherness, it ignites the fires of empathy, cascading upon hearts like a resplendent shower.”

Unlock the vault of your unspoken thoughts and join me on a journey through the realms of hidden words. Embark on a captivating conversation at Retrospring, where silence finds its voice in the symphony of expression.

Note: This account may feature adult content, including explicit tweets and interactions. If you are a minor or uncomfortable with such material, please avoid following.

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squilfmybeloved · 1 year

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now before i start my lil ship thing, these are ships i enjoy, some only in certain circumstances! some may have age gaps, but i absolutely do not ship them when one's a minor! that's nasty! nyways, on with the post<3

ship trope: sunshine x midnight rain

bakudeku

tododeku

shindeku

erasermic

erasermight

levihan

eruri

eremika

yumihisu

erejean

wenclair

firetiger

firesand

crowsquirrel

mothpool

nightpool

crowleaf

rootshadow

ivyfern

heatherbreeze

jaybriar

silversand

squirrelmoon

squirrelnight

drarry

wolfstar

that one from wolf's rain with the black wolf named blue and the brown? red? orange? one named hige? i think? idk i only remember kiba, blue, and tsume

yes i will be drawing these eventually, everyone will be cats bc i cannot draw people for the life of me

#bakudeku #tododeku #my hero acedamia #erasermic #erasermight #attack on titan #levihan #eremika #wednesday #wenclair #warrior cats #crowsquirrel #etc etc

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metalandmagi · 1 year

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The Real Anime Awards of 2022 part 2

A few weeks ago, I made my own joke categories for what I consider the real 2022 Anime Awards (The Real Anime Awards of 2022 part 1), but I also wanted to put the memes aside and make my real list of nominees for the real categories that Crunchyroll usually does (minus best director, best film, and best fight scene). I did it last year too, and it was a lot of fun trying to think of a varied list. So here are my picks!

Best boy

Bon (To Your Eternity season 2)

Yuu Izumi (Shikimori’s Not Just A Cutie)

Wakana Gojo (My Dress Up Darling)

Matsuboshi Raidou (Aharen is Indecipherable)

Milo Nekoyanagi (Sabikui Bisco)

Yoshikazu Miyano (Sasaki to Miyano)

Best girl (as per tradition, there are more than 6 nominees, because they’re all best girl to me)

Marin Kitagawa (My Dress Up Darling)

Aoi Amawashi (Birdie Wing: Golf Girls’ Story)

Eiko (Ya Boy Kong Ming)

Yor Briar (Spy x Family)

Desumi Magahara (Love After World Domination)

Ranko Mannen (Akiba Maid War)

Lum (Urusei Yatsura)

Nazuna Nanakusa (Call Of The Night)

Best protagonist

Eve (Birdie Wing: Golf Girls’ Story)

Kong Ming (Ya Boy Kongming)

Mai Kawai (Police in a Pod)

Loid Forger (Spy x Family)

Anzu Hoshino (Romantic Killer)

Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100 season 3)

Best Antagonist

Enrico Pucci (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Stone Ocean)

Eren Jaeger (Attack on Titan the Final Season part 2)

Daki and Gyuutaro (Demon Slayer Entertainment District arc)

Mami (Rent A Girlfriend Season 2)

Faputa (Made In Abyss season 2)

Riri (at least until the last two episodes) (Romantic Killer)

Best Animation

Demon Slayer-Entertainment district arc

Akebi’s Sailor Uniform

Shikimori’s Not Just A Cutie

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

Chainsaw Man

Mob Psycho 100 season 3

Honorable mention: Fuuto Tantei

Best Score

Spy x Family

Made In Abyss season 2

Call of the Night

Chainsaw Man

Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

Honorable mention: To Your Eternity season 2

Best Character Design

Yurei Deco

Yojouhan Time Machine Blues

King’s Ranking cour 2

Do It Yourself

Golden Kamuy season 4

Made In Abyss season 2

Honorable mention: Mob Psycho season 3

Best VA Performance English (Sorry, I don’t watch many dubs)

Elizabeth Maxwell as Barbara and Barbie (Shadows House season 2)

Christopher Wehkamp as Nyanko Sensei (Natsume’s Book of Friends. They started dubbing it this year, so it counts!)

Megan Shipman as Ayna (Spy x Family)

Johnny Yong Bosch as Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War)

Courtney Lin as Riri (Romantic Killer)

Mick Laur as Bon (To Your Eternity season 2)

Best VA Performance Japanese

Tanezaki, Atsumi as Anya (Spy x Family)

Imai, Fumiya as Yuuya Niyodo (Phantom of the Idol)

Kuno, Misaki as Faputa (Made In Abyss season 2)

Satou, Rina as Ranko (Akiba Maid War)

Koyasu, Takahito as Bon (To Your Eternity season 2)

Hikasa, Youko as Hizuru (Summertime Rendering)

Best OP (No the Chainsaw Man op isn’t in here, I literally made a separate category for it on my meme awards)

Spy x Family OP 1 (“Mixed Nuts”-HIGE DANdism)

Ya Boy Kongming (“Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”-Queendom)

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Stone Ocean (part 2) (“Stone Ocean”-Ichigo)

Akiba Maid War (“Maid Daikaiten”- Ton Tokoton Staff)

Call of the Night (“Daten”-Creepy Nuts)

Mob Psycho 100 season 3 (“1”-Mob Choir)

Honorable mention: Yurei Deco (“1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 LOVE”-clammbon)

Best Ed

Spy x Family ED 2 (“Shikisai”-Yama)

I’m the Villainess So I’m Taming The Final Boss (”Nomick”- ACCAMER)

Kaguya-Sama Love is War season 3 (not the special ending, the regular one, though the special ending is good too)

Mob Psycho 100 season 3 (”Cobalt”- Mob Choir)

Shadows House season 2 (“Masquerade”-Claris)

Chainsaw Man (I mean come on, how is this fair? What are you trying to prove by making 12 different endings? You’ve got to be kidding me!)

Honorable mention: Komi Can’t Communicate season 2 (“Koshaberi Biyori”-FantasticYouth) (no I'm not kidding, this ending fascinates me. I can find something new to focus on every time I watch it.)

Best Comedy

Aharen is Indecipherable

Police in a Pod

Spy x Family

Romantic Killer

Bocchi The Rock

Play It Cool Guys!

Honorable mention: Isekai Ojisan

Best Romance

Sasaki to Miyano

Love After World Domination

Kaguya-sama Love Is War season 3

My Dress Up Darling

Shikimori’s Not Just a Cutie

When Will Ayamu Make His Move?

Best Drama

Dance Dance Danseur (it might technically be a sports anime, but it certainly felt like a drama in the second half)

Attack on Titan the Final Season part 2

Summertime Rendering

Shadows House season 2

Made in Abyss season 2

Akiba Maid War

Honorable mention: Golden Kamuy season 4 (I don’t care if it had to go on hiatus, it deserves to be recognized)

Best Action (I usually judge this category based on how good the action in the show is, rather than the show as a whole)

Demon Slayer Entertainment District arc

Lycoris Recoil

Mob Psycho 100 season 3

Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War

Chainsaw Man

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

Best Fantasy

King’s Ranking cour 2

Shadows House season 2

Sabikui Bisco

Made In Abyss season 2

Vanitas no Carte season 2

To Your Eternity season 2

Honorable mention: Kokyu no Karasu (Raven of the Inner Palace)

Anime of the Year

Spy x Family

Demon Slayer Entertainment District Arc

Summertime Rendering

Chainsaw Man

Mob Psycho 100 season 3

Made In Abyss season 2

Honorable mention: Akiba Maid War (yes unironically)

But who cares what I think? What would you guys pick? Let’s see how much I match up with Crunchyroll!

#spy x family #demon slayer #summertime rendering #chainsaw man #mob psycho 100 #akiba maid war #made in abyss #to your eternity #anime recommendation #crunchyroll anime awards

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miwritesss · 10 months

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Pretender

Goodbye. I’m not your soulmate. It hurts, but I can’t deny it— it’s still hard to let go. ~Official Hige Dandism The bouquet of purple flowers meant for her never left his hands no matter how long they stared at each other under the moonlight.

➳➳A breakup Hailou fanfic. First posted on Twitter.

✾Characters✾ Alhaitham x Nilou, Kaveh, Faruzan, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Cyno, Tighnari, Layla, Basically the Interdarshian Championship cast

✾Tags✾ Modern AU, Breakup, Angst, Emotional Hurt,

✾Word Count✾ 2,494 words

✧Author's note✧ This sounds painful, I know. But please, read on, comrade.

➳Ao3 Link: here

"Alhaitham…"

Nilou called his name as she stared down at the huge Padisarah bouquet in his outstretched hands.

The evening breeze blew, gently rustling the flowers and spreading its scent all over the porch of her house. Alhaitham tried to read her expression from two steps below the top of the staircase, and he didn't miss how her lips quivered, seeming hesitant to even mention his name.

She loved these flowers—so much that she took trips to the greenhouse in the next city to look at them whenever her schedule permitted it. Of course he was the one who offered to take her there, and he could never forget how dazzling she looked the first time she strolled through the sea of purple flowers in her favorite blue dress.

She was all smiles every time she saw Padisarahs… But now, the corners of her lips weren't even curling up in the slightest. And she didn't automatically reach for the bouquet in his hands like she usually did.

"Why are you calling me that?" he asked as he took two steps up the stairs to shorten the distance between them. "Why aren't you calling me 'Haitham' like you usually do?” He intently stared at her with the bouquet between them, still waiting to be accepted by its owner.

She lifted her head to look up at him, returning his gaze with an apologetic smile. "I don't think I should call you that anymore."

His eyes widened at her words. "Why shouldn't you? We've been together for years and I love hearing you call me that." He cradled the bouquet in one arm. Then he reached for her hand that was still at her side, turned it over, and rubbed his thumb over the back of her palm, before gently holding it.

"What's the matter, Nilou?" His gaze softened as he searched her eyes. She seemed… scared. And although he looked calm, his mind was screaming at him, telling him that this conversation wasn't going to be a favorable one.

"I…" Her voice faltered as she briefly squeezed his hand, before shaking it off. "I'm breaking up with you… Alhaitham. I don't think we're meant for each other."

Oh. So that’s it.

He deduced as much.

But even so, he still felt like his world was crashing down as he watched her turn her back to him. He searched his memories, thinking that something must've gone wrong at some point. But aside from the occasional misunderstandings that were immediately solved, all he remembered was how happy they were together—how much they loved each other. It was crazy to think that just a few words could make him want to curse at the universe, even though he didn't believe that it played a hand in bringing them together.

Nilou stepped closer to her front door, but before she could open it, he rushed to stand behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Nilou, why—why are you breaking up with me?" He lightly squeezed her shoulder, making her turn to face him again. "I respect your decision, but I believe that I deserve to know why. Did I do something that displeased you?"

She lifted her head to look up at him. "No, that's not it," she said with a frown. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then, what's wrong?"

The wind blew once again, but this time it was colder. He was wearing a coat, but she wore a light short-sleeved dress.

"Could we talk inside? I promise I'll leave right after we’re done."

"A-alright." She turned around, then wrapped her hand around the door handle, but she didn't turn it.

He wanted to give her all the time she needed to mentally prepare herself for the conversation, so he stood still in his place, waiting until she was ready to let him in.

But now that they were both silent, he could hear whispers and hurried footsteps from the other side of the door.

He raised a brow at the sound. "Nilou, excuse me," he said, before wrapping his hand over hers to turn the handle.

The moment he pushed the door open, he heard someone shout “ouch,” and he saw the owner of the voice sprawled out on the doorway. He scratched his blond head and looked up at them, an awkward chuckle escaping from his mouth as he waved at them from below.

“Kaveh…” Alhaitham said. “What are you doing here?” He sent him a deadly glare, making the other man sweat in fear of what’s to come.

“I-I can explain,” he said as he scrambled to stand up. “You see, uhhh…” He rubbed his hands together. “We were all free today, so we decided to hang out until you arrived.”

“We?” Alhaitham raised a brow at him. “Who’s we?”

“You know, your fellow Akademiya schola…” Kaveh trailed off as he turned his head, his eyes widening when he found out that there wasn’t even a single soul behind him.

“Those traitors…” he whispered under his breath, before turning his attention back to the two. “I swear. It’s not just me who’s here! And Nilou didn’t break up with you because of me!”

“That’s true!” Nilou interjected. “Kaveh isn’t the reason for that… It’s umm…” She looked down on the floor as she struggled to explain.

“So Kaveh, you really were listening to our conversation.”

“Like I said, it wasn’t just me!” the blond man shouted, his brow furrowing out of frustration.

“He’s telling the truth,” a teal-haired woman said as she emerged from the living room. Pausing in front of them, she put her hands on her hips and looked at Alhaitham.

“Faruzan, so you’re here as well," he said in acknowledgement.

“That’s Madam Faruzan for you!” she said with a huff. “It’s been a while since we all got together, so we decided to make this gathering memorable by playing a game. Come and see.” She gestured to the living room. “The other youngsters are over here.” She stepped back into the living room while the other three followed suit.

Upon entering the room, Alhaitham’s eyes first fell on a boy with a bowl cut, who was lying down sideways on the center sofa with his head propped up by a hand, hogging the whole thing as if he owned the house. The bowl cut boy’s bored eyes were focused on the cards laid out on the floor, placed in the middle of two other boys sitting cross-legged as they concentrated on the battle that was ensuing between them. Alhaitham then looked over to the bean bag next to the sofa and found a dark blue-haired girl curled on top of it with her eyes closed.

He continued to survey the whole room, ensuring that he didn’t miss anyone else, then sighed as he turned to face the two behind him. “So, what exactly were you playing? And how does this connect with Nilou wanting to break up with me?”

“We were playing Genius Invocation TCG on Cyno’s suggestion,” Nilou explained as she clasped her hands behind her back, her eyes set downcast on the floor. “And to make it more fun, the loser had to choose between truth or dare…"

“That’s right,” Cyno said as he glanced in their direction. “As the Genius Invocation TCG master currently in this house, I allowed such a daring challenge. Then I saw the calendar on the coffee table. That’s when it dawned upon me that my two specializations could be used together today.” He smugly smiled to himself. “I decided that the truth or dare would have the theme perfect for today’s event. So…” He paused and looked at the other two boys. “Tighnari, Scaramouche, on the count of three. One, two, three.”

“Happy April Fools’ Day!” the three said in monotone.

Cyno smiled, clearly in a good mood, while Tighnari and Scaramouche wore tired expressions.

Alhaitham looked at them, his face emotionless. “I’m assuming that Nilou lost and someone among you dared her to pretend that she wanted to break up with me… I’d appreciate it if you told me who forced her to do that.” He turned around and glared at Kaveh.

“W-why is it always me!?” Kaveh said in a panic.

“Well, you were eavesdropping on us. And you seemed so eager to know what was happening with how you were lying down on the floor like a doormat.”

“It was me,” Scaramouche said, making Alhaitham turn his attention to him. “I wanted to see how you would react if your girlfriend broke up with you. But I’m honestly disappointed—you still had that emotionless look on your face. You didn’t even shout or cry. Boring.”

“I said it was a bad idea,” Tighnari interrupted. “But our resident jokester said that we should give it a try.”

“I believe that all of us are curious of how Alhaitham would react to such a situation,” Cyno added. “And besides, he fits today’s event—we all know how much of a ‘fool’ he is for Nilou. Get it?” He nudged Tighnari’s knee with his fist.

Tighnari sighed. “Trust me. None of the jokes you said today were funny.”

“Anyway,” Faruzan said as she faced Alhaitham, “everything Nilou said wasn’t true. Rest assured that her feelings for you didn’t change.”

Faruzan, Cyno, and Tighnari smiled at him, but Scaramouche still wore a look of boredom and Layla was still peacefully snoring on the bean bag, completely unaware of the commotion happening around her.

“I see…” Alhaitham said as he walked further into the living room, the Padisarah bouquet still in his hands. He stopped when he reached the TV, then turned to look at everyone. “In line with today’s festivities, I’d like it if you all stayed and had dinner with us tonight.”

“For real?” Kaveh beamed.

“No.” Alhaitham looked at him with knitted brows. “I actually want to kick you all out of here right now.”

Cyno lifted his index finger. “Is that one the joke?”

Alhaitham looked at him. “It is if you want to believe so. But to me, it isn’t.”

Everyone paused for a few seconds, registering Alhaitham’s words in their heads. Then they all suddenly moved and rushed to gather their things.

“Layla is still sleeping!” Faruzan exclaimed.

“Hold this,” Kaveh said as he handed his suitcase to Faruzan. “Excuse me, Layla. I’m gonna have to carry you out of here.” He scooped the dark blue-haired girl up and ran, following Faruzan and the other boys out of the house.

Once Alhaitham heard the front door close with a loud bang, he walked out of the living room to lock it. Still facing the door, he sighed as he stared down at the bouquet in his hands—tired because of what his fellow scholars did, and relieved that Nilou had no plans of breaking up with him. He stayed like that for a few minutes, until he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind.

“Haitham…” Nilou said, her tone melancholic.

He placed a hand over her arms. “What is it?” he gently asked.

“I’m s-sorry…” Her voice shook. “I don’t want to break up with you. Just thinking about it makes me sad… I love you too much to do that…”

He removed her hands around him and turned to face her. “It’s alright. I understand.” He placed his palm on her cheek, making her lift her gaze to his. “I know that Scaramouche wouldn’t take no for an answer. You really had no choice but to follow through with the dare.”

“But what I said hurt you…” she explained as she placed a hand over his, her face holding back tears. “They didn’t notice it from the window… but I saw how your eyes wavered. I-I couldn’t even bear looking at you.”

His eyes widened, both surprised and touched that his girlfriend was the only one who noticed the subtle change in his expression.

She’s really something.

He softly smiled at her as he used his thumb to wipe the tear that escaped her eye, then kissed her forehead.

“I’m fine, Nilou,” he said. “It’s true that I was a bit hurt by what you said, but now that I know the truth, that feeling has gone down the drain. I’m relieved and happy to know that you still love me as much as I do.”

He retrieved his hand from her cheek and carefully stuck it in the bouquet, searching for something. When he found what he was looking for, he pulled his hand out and gave the object to her.

“What is this?” she asked as she looked at the item.

He smiled at her. “You’ll know when you open it.”

She did what she was told, and her eyes widened as they caught a sparkle from the tiny box in her hands. Her eyes flicked to him. He nodded to her in reply. Then she returned her attention back to what the box contained—a diamond ring that sparkled like a star.

“T-this is!” she exclaimed as she pulled the ring out.

“Nilou,” he said as he held her hand and kneeled down on one knee, “will you marry me?”

She momentarily paused as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Alhaitham lightly squeezed her hand, a smile still on his face as he patiently waited for her reply.

“Y-yes, I will!” she shouted in joy.

Alhaitham couldn’t help but chuckle as he took the ring from her hand and placed it on her ring finger. Then he took the box from her and put it in his pocket.

As soon as he stood up, Nilou jumped in his arms. He let the Padisarah bouquet fall on the floor to catch her, his eyes widening at her actions.

“Thank you, Haitham!” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m so happy to be your bride!” She put her forehead on top of his and smiled.

“I’m the one who should be thanking you.” His eyes softened as he returned a smile. “I’m quite lucky to be chosen by someone like you.”

“What are you saying? I’m the one who’s lucky to be chosen by someone as great as you!” She giggled as she nudged his nose with hers.

Alhaitham took that as a signal to kiss her, and as he did that, he felt his heart get filled with unexplainable happiness. Everything felt right, so he took back the curses he internally shouted at the universe earlier that night.

“Then let’s stop this argument and do something better.” He lightly kissed her lips, then slightly moved his head away to look at her. “I believe we’ve reached an agreement, yes?”

Nilou gave his lips a peck. “Yes, I have no complaints about that.”

Today might’ve been a rollercoaster ride of emotions for him, but Cyno was right.

He really was a fool for Nilou.

✧Ending notes✧ First of all, I'M SORRY for making this seem like this'll end badly due to the tags. I just didn't want to spoil the story too much. This actually started as an April Fool's drabble that my friend encouraged me to write. This is also the first non-beta read fic I've released, so everything I've written here was, uhhh, spontaneous, haha.

#alhaitham x nilou #hailou #hailou fanfic #genshin fanfic #alhaitham #nilou #slowly trying to post my stuff here

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Anime Update V2 45

Wolf’s Rain - It was the series faux-nale this week and while yes, I greatly enjoyed these as episodes, the story really didn’t come to anything even close to resembling a satisfying ending. A lot of plot points did have to come to their ending points, though, and that’s where you start to notice how much was getting rushed here. The whole thing with Hige apparently being some sort of villainous traitor to his own kind who just got amnesia had me confused. After all the tense build-up, Jagaura’s false Paradise fell apart ridiculously quickly and easily. And the show had to juggle Kiba saving Cheza, Hige reuniting with Toboe and Tsume, Blue reuniting with Quent and telling him the truth of what befell his home and family (surprisingly the one part that had me tearing up!), Cher reuniting with Hubb (which was the very last minute thing here), and not only Jaguara’s demise, but even the return of Lord Darcia and the reveal of Jaguara as the late Harmona’s envious, entitled incel of an older twin sister. It was all done well for the most part, but I was left feeling a bit underwhelmed. Fortunately, the story doesn’t end here. The true Paradise still awaits!

Hunter x Hunter - Not only did Genthru continue to showcase how scheming and scary he is, but we got hit with a lot of unexpected throwbacks and return appearances. Killua temporarily leaves Greed Island to go redeem his previous Hunter’s Exam failure by acing it at record speed, with familiar faces like Ponzu and Tonpa present when he does. Then we find out that the name of Chrollo Lucilfer has been entered into Greed Island as a player, leading to a call to Kurapika where we even see how Neon and her father are holding up (not very well in the latter’s case, as he fucking deserves!) And then the Spiders are met by the actual player using Chrollo’s name and info...HISOKA!? Methinks things are now getting way more interesting!

Fruits Basket - A far more engaging affair than last week since the focus was back on Yuki, and we got to know his Student Council buddies more as we watched him at work with them. Aside from the ones we met before, we’re also introduced to an Ami Kawashima-esque fake airhead voiced by Cherami Leigh and a less militant, more brunette Ayato Naoi voiced by Micah Solusod. And I gotta say, I really, really felt for poor Yuki here. The episode so nailed the feeling of what having to socialize with, collaborate with, and just put up with such irritating people like these is like, and then it took a sudden turn for serious drama in the final minutes as Yuki and Kakeru came to blows. It may bring him more agony, but at least Yuki’s learning and growing, and getting to better understand himself and others.

Date A Live S4 - And just like that, the Mukuro arc is over. I’d said before that I didn’t care much for Mukuro, but now after this I really, REALLY don’t care much for Mukuro. The backstory she got painted her in a light that makes her ridiculously unsympathetic compared to the backstories of other Spirits, and I might’ve at least gotten her better if the significance of her hair-styling by her sister and the following interaction with the sister’s friends had been adapted, but it wasn’t, so we instead just see Mukuro being uncomfortable, lonely and introverted among strangers before making the jump straight to clingy Spirit who wipes memories of friends and family. As such, the compassion and friendship she gets from Shido feels a bit unearned. You HAD a family, Mukuro, and YOU became the problem, not them.

Fate Zero - OK, I’d wanted to get this series finished at around this time, but then I reached Iskandr’s Last Ride. And I was gutted. How the fuck do I go on after seeing that? Waver and Rider were two of the best characters with one of the best relationships on the show, and this episode was EVERYTHING their story had been building to, embodying all that makes them so endearing and pure. Seeing the apotheosis of Waver and Rider’s friendship was enough on its own, but coupled with Waver’s talk with his not-grandpa and the sincerity of cordial respect and admiration between Rider and Gilgamesh of all people really fucking got to me too! Yes, Irisveil was essentially killed by Kirei, and Saber is engaged in battle with Kariya and Berserker (revealed to be none other than Sir Lancelot), and the Holy Grail is being forged, but for right now, none of that matters to me. The passing of the King of Conquerors requires silence and reflection.

Re:ZERO - So while continuing to work with Beatrice in trying to counter the mysterious evil shaman’s curse, Subaru works with extra effort to befried Ram & Rem and keep himself productive so that all of Roswaal’s Manor can think highly of him and he can distract himself from the anguish he’s been feeling. But the episode comes to its powerfully moving climax when Emilia is able to give comfort to Subaru and coax him into a sense of ease where he can at last get rest from all the overwork and mental derangement he’d been forcing himself through...leading to Subaru breaking down bawling and letting all of his emotions out, all of his fear and vulnerability over what he’s been through in several lives. It was a beautiful moment.

Symphogear G - Shit’s getting real now. Maria struggles with the truth that she’s not Fine’s reincarnation and might have to drop the facade soon, while Kirika questions the new power that’s awakened within her, and Hibiki just can’t bring herself to rest and retire from fighting evil now that she knows it could ultimately result in her end. Then during a meeting between Nastassja and Maria with some asshole American businessmen, Dr. Ver summons hordes upon hordes of Noise with his cane, and this goes down where Hibiki and Miku are as well. We get some heroics from Maria on her end while on Hibiki’s, she, like the fool she is, goes back into her Symphogear mode in mid-free fall...and then Miku gets blown up. What? MIKU!!!

MAR - First up for the current round was Snow VS some ugly bitch who I guess is supposed to represent Hansel and Gretel AND the witch from that fairy tale and who for some reason deems Snow to be ugly rather than herself. Yeah. Was not a fan of this whole affair, but I do appreciate Snow getting another win, and the way she did so.

Gintama - The one where the Odd Jobs Gin trio, Otae, and the Shinsengumi all work together to catch an old perverted panty thief. A very trite and ridiculous set-up that this series made legit hilarious. The running gag with the land mines going off slayed me every time!

Code Geass R2 - At long last, I got to re-watching this premiere episode of this trainwreck. It was honestly as bad as I remember, if not worse. The opening minutes were painful - Lelouch is just suddenly back attending Asford Academy and is now the Student Council VP who acts very different from how he’d ever been before, Viletta is there for some reason, Rolo now replaces Nunnally as Lelouch’s younger sibling, and we’re hit over the head with this “Things are all swell in these character’s world! Ain’t that Lelouch such a rascal? Oooh and giant mechs and soldiers and terrorists and explosions, so cool!” tone that just took me out of it. And following this lame set-up with Kallen as an undercover bunny girl at a casino where Lelouch plays chess with some Britannian asshole and there’s cringeworthy dialogue (”You filthy lying adult!”), even Lelouch getting his full memory restored ends up feeling anticlimactic and saddled with hamfisted dialogue, and the scene at the end re-introducing Suzaku as a villainous agent of the Emperor is as maddening as it is rushed. The only parts that worked were the re-introduction of C.C and the exact moment where the real Lelouch reawakens and proceeds to be his bastardly self. Everything else just gave me the overall impression that this is going to suck. Which...yeah, I know.

AND

The Tale of Princess Kaguya - Not many words can convey this film accurately. Only feelings and a mind haunted by the experience. And also some childhood trauma memories about a Sesame Street special that featured this same folktale this film’s based on. For reals.

#Anime Update V2 #Anime Update

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