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to those who’ve been asking stuff: absolutely appreciate it, but i’ll be getting to it this month end - since work’s been a real pain, my mental health took a nose dive, my ex’s been up my head for quite some time -and, yeah. life’s been shit, lately.i promise i’ll be back to the requests tho! love you all! :)

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i have no clue of what my life is right now.

that’s it. that’s my post. peace out, y’all. i’m headed to bed.

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request: How would Yang react to meeting her twin during her visit to Raven's tribe? The idea being that Raven took the infant twin with her when leaving Taiyang and Yang for her tribe.

requested by: @krispytalesandwich

trigger warnings: None.

author’s notes: Well, I toyed around with this idea a bit – before coming to the  conclusion that the reader as Yang’s twin would not work – instead, I pulled off an Arthur Conan Doyle, making the reader a listener to/narrator of the exchange.

“You were in here a long while ago, Yang -” you state, looking up from the already clean counter. “And barely four hours ago -”

You cut yourself off, noticing how the blonde looks a bit...weary.

“Family?” You guess. Noting her vague form of surprise, you quickly add, “I understand, I understand – I have a few relatives who really wear me down, so I’d recognize that look anywhere.”

At this, she sighs, affirming your story. “Well, you know how it goes then...”

“Believe me, I do,” you mutter. Yang is hardly one to be...mulling over things like that – with the exception of her mother, from what you’ve gathered. You place down her usual order, before sitting down beside her. “Well, who was it this time?”

The humid air encases the world like a bough, covering your heads with its leaves and heat. The lemonade would hopefully help.

“You aren’t going to believe this,” she begins, taking up her glass of lemonade. “Apparently, I’ve got a twin.”

You cough at that. “Wait. Back up – twin? Now, where have I seen this before?”

She leans forward, fleeting bafflement evident. “Tell me about it.”

“...who’s your twin with? Your mother?” You almost fear the answer.

“Yep.”

“Ouch. I know that history has a tendency to repeat itself, but this is just ridiculous,” You pause, wondering. “Your uncle’s bound to have a heart failure at this rate. What about Ruby? What would she do? Have you told anyone yet?”

Yang points at you in a fairly accusative manner. “No one – except you.”

“Honoured,” you state, dryly. “Seriously, Yang – what went down? Did someone pull off weird stuff? Did you damage something...?”

Too many questions. Yang is starting to look a bit annoyed and amused at the same time. “Alright – alright! Fine...let’s start from here, then -”

A bit of a rundown, she tells you, short stuff. Simply put, Yang’s encounter with her twin was unexpected, naturally. Particularly considering she had been visiting her mother. Why, she won’t tell you. You don’t expect her to.

“I guess your twin’s name is ‘Yin’ or something. C’mon, spill the beans!”

“Can’t, I promised them I won’t.”

You relent. “Well, go on – how did you two meet?”

“Ran into each other – I was o my way out and -”

Yang remembers not exactly running into them, truth be told. Just, coming across them, and how they instinctively seemed to register recognition in their features. How they seemed eager to leave. They were timid, withdrawn – and frankly, it took her moment to realize that yes, they did belong to the tribe.

No words exchanged – but somehow, something bugged her.

“...so you asked her,” You interrupt. “And she told you right away?”

“Right away didn’t happen. I had to pressure her,” Yang is rather proud of her accomplishment. The sly grin disappears, however.

Well, to say she didn’t take kindly to the sudden announcement of her twin’s existence was an understatement. You can already tell there was something of a row -  possibly towards no fruit.

You learn that her twin was taken to the tribe – perhaps her mother was lonely. Perhaps she had other intentions. You don’t know.

“Did you talk to them, though?” You inquire gently. “Your twin?”

Obviously, she did, Yang tells you. But it appeared they were fairly indecisive – another source of frustration. “I told them they could...leave, maybe. They didn’t.”

You bite your lip, reaching out for Yang’s hand. “Give them some time, they’ll come around, eventually. These decisions need some thinking.”

You don’t have the whole picture – mere pigments of the paint. But they have more than what you ought to know.

Yang’s done with her glass, but it appears to provide no respite. You let your eyes search the empty cafe, the warmth long since gone, leaving what remains of the day, within its last rays of light.

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well. my country's on the very brink of an actual war. could this year get any worse, now???

well, i always wondered what living during a war would be like. and here it is. i hope you'rehappy, past me.

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All I need's a little sign To get behind this sun and cast this weight of mine All I need's a place to find And there I'll celebrate

- Air, All I Need

#aesthetics #air

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#music #the carpenters

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- A Ghost Story (2017)

#aesthetic #a ghost story

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replaying witch's heart - and boy, claire is just precious. i legit cannot get over her cuteness.

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send in requests, for no reason at all other than the fact that this writer doesn’t want to stop writing. spam my inbox, i don’t care.

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blog is being revamped again! ‘cause why not!

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and my ask box is open again! feel free to flood me with requests! <3

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i so want to write something...but i cant figure out what. or how. i have that ‘one scene’ in mind, but i don’t even know -

aaaaahhhhh...!

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Well, I feel like churning out some Edgar Allan Poe like prose right now. Thanks, Penny Dreadful.

Boy, is this frustrating.

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sycamore

Today, you have jasmine tea on the ready. You are fairly eager to let a customer try it - provided their personality 'fits' it. Tea is, in your eyes, as expressive as any human - though they bury their thoughts deep into the liquid filled cups. You proceed to rub down the counter, for the fifteenth time, waiting for a customer.

The bell rings, even as the door to the shop opens. A single ray of sunlight dares to peer into the room through the low hanging vines, only to vanish, when the door closes.

The customer may as well be an university student - perhaps in his early twenties. You wonder if the jasmine green is right for him. "Welcome to Silk and Brews, sir. Would you like a menu or a recommendation?"

He glances at you rather dismissively. "A menu would be fine, thank you." Despite his polite mannerisms, you do get a rather cold wall around him - not that you mind, you are only meant to serve him, after all. You nod, giving him the menu. You suggest the jasmine green tea anyway, claiming it to be fresh and newly in. He agrees, after a moment of thought.

Yes, the tea is meant for him, after all.

You notice him staring rather intently at the menu, when you serve him the tea. You realize he is looking at the inscription on the front of the menu.

Little ghost, bathed in milk and honey, it reads. You smile. "I suppose you're wondering what that means." There is a fairly acknowledging pause. "When I built this shop, there were plenty of trees here. And one of them - a sycamore. It's still there, out in the garden. Apparently, there was a young boy who climbed it, to see the local vendor who brought in honey and milk candies, but plunged to his death.

"I'd like to think he isn't here anymore - but sometimes, I feel him. Odd, isn't it? Almost as though you can still linger on after death...so, I always keep a little bowl of milk and honey candies, and decided to write the inscription in his memory." You pause. "Oh, goodness - I suppose it was rather boring?"

"It wasn't." You notice that he is now done with his tea. "If you feel him again, keep the candies near the gate." You notice the forlorn, world weary look he has, and decide against questioning what he said. He knows, you think, what he's saying. Is he one of those who keep to themselves, but still show a plethora of their qualities, like a shimmering geode?

"Oh, of course." You trim of the question that begins to form, and take his now empty cup from him. He is rather like the tea you served him. Quiet, still but filled with essence and in it's own way -intelligence unfathomable.

You send him off with the the formal, "Have a good day," and wait. Wait for the little ball of emotions, of happiness that oddly seems to light up your days. The milk and honey sweets are left untouched.

You can feel the little ghost again. And just as your customer instructed you, you proceed to move for the entrance gate, with the bowl in hand.

#Shinrei Tantei Yakumo #Psychic Detective Yakumo #reader x yakumo #reader insert #reader imagine #oneshot #one shot

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like tv in black and white

You are only half-conscious of the world outside, from within the cramped seat of the vehicle. You lean back on to the seat, well aware of the fact that you are going to end up with a rather stiff neck, soon.

"I'll definitely need counseling, after all this." You glare at Yakumo, seated beside, and grip the wheel.

He has a characteristic uncaring, near expressionless face on.

"You're going to kill us." You grumble. "I'm going for a good movie, if we survive this."

"You are being melodramatic," he snipes.

"Well, I don't think I enjoy being bait for some dumb murderer!" You retort. "For once in your life, would it kill you to stop being sarcastic and cynical?"

"I wouldn't have asked you to, if it would have put you in danger." He states, simply. You know he means it, when you notice the sombre expression he has. You gulp. He instructs you to simply dial his number, when the culprit approaches you, and that he would be near by, but out of sight.

You nod mutely.  You aren't entirely sure of how this seemingly unrelated, on the loose murderer, could have any relation to a spirit he was trying to - uh, liberate. But you have learnt never to question his ideas, and choose to stick to his guns. And if you do get killed, well - at least you would then have a free ticket to haunt him for the rest of his life.

The situation has most certainly gotten out of hand.

You sit on wet, tar highway road, while the night air is filled with sirens, questioning police officers, and the revolting stench of blood. Not yours, but of another victim, related to the case. You had been near close to getting killed, thanks to the fact the killer had already been quite aware that it was all a trap (how, neither you nor Yakumo are sure).

The other victim was in the car trunk of the man.

You are aggressively fighting out of the shock blanket, and rapidly answering the questions the police officer is asking you. You just want to get over with this, and head home. And preferably yell at Yakumo a bit, and talk to a friend or two.

Once you are done, you begin to move to the other end, where you notice Gotou berating Yakumo. Going by his choice of words, it wouldn't be the first time he has crossed a few lines. When the two sight you, you are met with two different reactions. A bit too much for you to take in.

Gotou is openly relived, asking you a flurry of questions. Yakumo, on the other hand...

He doesn't look unconcerned like you expect him to be. Not worried, but guilty. This jars you a little, certainly. "I'm, alright," you sound sleep-deprived, but you do mean it. You keep your gaze on Yakumo the whole time. I don't blame you.

Gotou had been kind enough to drop you off at your home. Yakumo didn't quite accompany you, but you understood why. He still had things left to finish. You decide to call Haruka for updates later. But right now, you are curled up in front of the television, quite glad that you are alive, breathing, and watching A Patch of Blue.

It's past midnight. You should be asleep. The music's on. The TV's all black and white. The phone is ringing.

The phone. You scramble for your mobile. A glimpse at the caller ID shows you it's Yakumo. You blink in surprise, but pick it up, either way.

"Hello?"

"Oi, are you alright?"

"I am," You blink in surprise. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow."

"No - what happened to you?" You choose to elaborate, when you can feel the question hanging in the pause, "You sound - off."

He sighs. You can picture him, running his hand up his hair. You wonder if he's at his home. Or still in the campus building.

"I'm glad you're fine," he says, finally. The words are the most cliched ones you have heard, but him saying them was certainly a different experience.

"No hard feelings," You say, slowly. "I mean, sure, you were stupid - even by your own standards, but I forgive you. Now quit acting like heaven's forgotten you, and get some rest."

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow in the campus, then. And please make sure to knock this time." He cuts the phone off, even as you begin to muster back a reply.

You chortle. Oh, it is really quite typical of him. You find yourself drifting off, amidst the music, the muted TV, and the rain drumming against the roof. Just like TV in black and white.

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request: Well, I just finished Fire Emblem Awakening so I'm in the mood for time-traveling children meeting younger versions of their deceased parents. So how would RWBY react to meeting their time-traveling kid who came from a timeline where Salem won and they ended up deceased with their kids continuing the fight? [for Ruby] requested by: @krispytalesandwich trigger warnings: None. author’s notes: i’ll be straight forward here – your requests are always unique, incredibly detailed and a real pleasure to write. makes everything all the more wonderful, writing.  this might be a  personal bias - i love writing the ‘history repeats’ trope a little too much.

Time traveling is not possible. Time is linear, repetitive, not a circle.

Well, apparently, crossing alternate timelines is possible. Or, that is what you were told, when you met the ‘Doctor’. Technically, Liam is a researcher, with no doctorate. Yet the nickname stuck, based on your presumption.

You are not willing to  describe the indescribable. It is almost like you can see and feel time, a pandemonium of history melding together, shifting and colouring the static in-between. The land of nowhere, to the land of somewhere.

“You’re about to go out of range,” You hear Liam say. “And before you ask – let’s just say that there’s multiple copies of Salem and Ozma running around.”

“...is each one different?”

“Maybe. Minor anomalies are bound to occur. The universe is multicameral, after all,” a brief pause. “Well, good luck, Rose. But don’t call yourself that.”

That surname bears no significance in your timeline. Here, where your mother is still alive, it does. Well, maybe not as much – but you were often told that she was rather well known. You sigh, the exhaled breath forming the words ‘I understand’.

You test the air, hands on hips, eyes scouring the sky.  Still Remnant. The splintered moon is certainly an indication. Different time, though – you think your mother is close to...seventeen?

You bite your lower lip, letting yourself move forward.

The times have indeed changed.

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Your grandfather – like how he had raised your mother – had raised you as well. Not much of his influence rubbed off on you, and you ended up taking the same path as his daughter. And his wife.

The grave is still there. Your grandmother’s. Your mother’s is not.

And maybe, the shock of seeing the jovial, lively face of your deceased mother had had a profound effect on you. It si a happy sort of shock. A little too overwhelming. You have to wonder if your grandfather had undergone the reverse – a heart-wrenching sense of despair.

You shake the thought out of your head, preferring to focus on the younger version of your mother instead.

Fate.

You certainly do not think running into your mot – Ruby in a market whilst searching for her is just a coincidence. Destiny. Inevitable.

“Ow, hey – are you okay?” she extends her hand out to you. Her eyes shine with a mix of embarrassment and concern. You take her hand, fighting the current swirl of emotions tearing through you.

Lifting yourself to your feet, you give her a strained smile. “I’m fine. Sorry, I should really look where I’m going.”

“No – it’s fine! I need to do that too -” she grins with a twinge of awkwardness. Rubbing the back of her head, she gives you a momentary look of appraisal. “Say, do I...”

You wince inwardly.  You know what the question is going to be. Do I know you? What are you going to say to th -

“...need to repay for that?”

Oh. Not quite what you expected. Your eyes sweep over to what she’s pointing. It’s a simple hourglass, one that you use occasionally to time your ‘vivifica’ - as Liam terms it. The time it takes to return to your timeline.

Not exactly important, and you do feel a bit guilty. And odd.

“No!” You cringe at the rise of your tone. “No, you...you don’t have to.”

You feel tempted to spin around and run, but you choose to tell her one thing before doing that.

Leaning forward, you whisper - “Don’t forget to come back home. Don’t forget that you have a child waiting for you.”

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“You didn’t see her reaction, after that?”

You roll your eyes, letting yourself fall back into the armchair. “I did. She looked like I’d struck her with a brick.”

“It’s a pity that your vivifica expired before you could spend more time with her,” Liam remarks.

“I’ve told her what I wanted to. The me in that timeline will have some fun. And happiness.”

“...you’ve left her a letter?”

You don’t answer that. Not verbally.

You wish you could write something about what not to do. How not to get killed. But all you could write was Salem’s victory. The struggle that went on. The pain, the hope – never losing courage, all the good you wished there was.

You wonder if she would know, though you never wrote it. You wonder if she would know who you are.

The thought is smoke. And it dispels in a fleeting manner.

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