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tia-222 · 5 months

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Success Storyy

This is gonna be long one I hope you don't mind I will be leaving from here so maybe my journey could be a little motivation 😅

First of all Tia I really love you and @gorgeouslypink 😭, I've been on the this journey for a very long time since I was like 16,I'm currently 19.

My Journey

After my father's death in 2018,we hit poverty real bad,and I wanted to be there for my mother but all she cared about was her restaurant and my brothers. My father before dying had already named the will under my name when because he wanted my brothers to earn something on their own. But I was allowed to use to use the money when I turn 18. I wanted to get out of the small apartment as soon as possible I found Law of attraction and as we know it was useless for 2 years I wasted my time in law of attraction then on 2020 I found Law of Assumption the best thing honestly.

My LOAssumption journey start during the pandemic,when everything shut down and my mom's restaurant closed. My living condition wasn't the best even before the restaurant was opened,we would earn $90 - $100 dollars a week sometimes even less but it wasn't enough for us because my mother have to give half of it to 3 of the workers,pay our electric and water bill,our rented apartment and my elder and younger brother's college and school fee.

I was the only one studying in a community high school from 3 the of us,both my brothers were in were in private college and school,I didn't had the best relationship with my mother she have always prioritised my siblings because they were boys and never really cared about me both my brothers had their own rooms while I was asked to sleep in the living room's couch.

At that point life was bearable for me,I had even manifested a part time job and was thinking to move out. But it wasn't all easy for me when the lock down was announced I saw how my mother would worry about everything even if she didn't like me I still was the only one who worried about her condition but my brothers were brat and didn't really help for 20 year old my elder brother was too immature and i didn't liked him at all.

And as everyone was there at home 24/7 I start finding it hard to manifest because my circumstances were very unbearable and I couldn't stay in a state. Then is stumble upon Void state and all I knew is i overcomplicated it, I wasn't able to persist in one method,I would constantly change method it continued till this year and then I went back again to LOA for my rescue and then again it was hard for me to manifest big desires and then here I was back again to Void.

How and when did I enter

Since the last week of October I was again persistent to enter void I read every single post properly and was motivated to enter void from there I made a routine but guess what I failed again because of my lazy ass.

About 2 weeks agoi saw a success story by a blogger I forgot her user name but it was Vixen she basically entered through lucid dream and i realized that through out my void journey I never gave importance to lucid dreaming,so why not try become lucid.

My biggest problem was I couldn't choose what affirmations I should use and I was never confident about waking up in void like not at all.

So I just choose one askfirmation to affirm it all the time"Why do I lucid dream every night?".

Along with that I choose random subliminals.

https://youtu.be/Hg3pLT6-JWw?si=aRrLF-JkljuKrs3e

https://youtu.be/nHDLd94SKUI?si=3gN1-zsdW_ki0isV

And I also did psych-k 10 mins not specific time I would do it everytime I'm free.

And I did it only for 9 days. And on 17th of November I officially entered void and affirmed that I always enter void whenever I want.

On 18th of November I made a list of my desires and enter void again official manifested my dream life and I revised my father's death along with that I manifested a new biological mother and also new siblings.

(Don't come at me for changing my mother and siblings I have my own reasons)

I even shifting to my DR I was a in 1940's it was really amazing.

Honestly if I say I'm pretty much of a procrastinator and even doing this easy routine was kind of difficult for me but if you are a person who is consistent then you definitely will lucid dream within a week.

I will be leaving Tumblr forever btw. So farewell to my fellow shifters and manifesters. May you all succeed in manifesting your dream life as well and never give up easily Bye bye✨

Once again I luv you Tia and pink.

MY BEAUTIFUL ANON, OMG CONGRATULATIONS ♡

I am literally so happy for you, my love and your success story is so heartwarming. You've been through so much and wow your persistence really pushed through. Thank you so much for sharing your success story and how you got in. Enjoy your dream life to the fullest, angel, and enjoy your adventures to your drs. I love you so much more <33

@gorgeouslypink ‧₊⋅♡🪐

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circyexistforcontent · 1 year

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what paperwork would SAGAU reader do in their free time? is it just mailing letters to loyal followers or more serious things like government affairs?

SAGAU CONCEPT: PAPERWORK AND PUBLIC AFFAIRS

❀ synopsis: even gods have to do paperwork.

❀ notes: I am winging it (meaning I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing but I'm gonna do it anyway), and I just made it to Liyue too so I'll be having a lot of fun with this. This is Liyue centered btw :]

Well, for starters yes there will be the occasional letter that one of your acolytes has sneaked into your pile of documents. But it would take days until you notice the letter due to how high the papers are stacked.

Anyways, most of the time it is serious. Sagau darling is usually written to have an abode on Liyue and I like to think it's because that's where most of their work is related to. Due to the fact that Rex Lapis has recently been "assassinated" and during the Rite of Descension he would give advice on how to handle the trade of the coming year.

Well, since they can't get any predictions from the Geo Archon anymore they would always request for sagau darlings' presence to help them manage the trading system, to the point darling just decided "Fuck it, I'll be putting my focus on Liyue now". So now sagau darling is just there managing governmental projects and attending diplomatic meetings to discuss Liyue's finances.

Sagau darling still has to travel across different nations too since there is also Monstadt which doesn't have an active archon. But they are better at managing themselves since it's been like that for a long time. Still, you have to occasionally check up on them.

Back to Liyue, when I say governmental projects it can scale to "Wait, this is actually work" to a "I just want to have a talk with the person who made this idea". Most of the time it's the latter. Sometimes you want to bash your head onto your study table when you read the ideas. No your not signing the permit, and no your not going to allow the idiots to try and demolish a domain to replace it with a factory.

Zhongli feels guilty to see how stressed you are with managing his nation and even suggested taking the mantle as Geo Archon again if it means you will be pleased. You tiredly assure him that there is no need (because you don't want to fuck up the storyline even more) and that it's only natural for you to take care of all of Teyvat.

Meetings are usually centered around trading and finance managing, but they would also be about how you will handle the Fatui and the Treasure hoarders. You have to be very careful with what you say about the Fatui because while most people will trust your word, some won't be too kind about it and will accuse you of putting the citizens in danger. Treasure hoarders will still be treated as criminals but you get to decide their punishment.

Ningguang helps you with whatever business you might be starting. She will even help you lessen your workload and would shut down any sort of rumor connected to you. If you need some time off she will set a schedule for you to help manage your time properly.

Xiao and Ganyu don't know how to help you in this situation, well, maybe Ganyu knows what to do and might even lend you a helping hand. But what the two do know is crowd control. With you being a very famous figure (you are GOD in this world) people will be chasing after you, begging for good fortune and true love. There would be offerings handed to you in person as they say their wishes. And there is some who just want to ask confirmation if a certain rumor is true.

In that case, the two will do their best to guard you. Xiao will be harsher than Ganyu who is trying to be formal in reminding the people that you want to have space. He will push, and even threaten them with his polearm that he will consider their invasion of privacy an active threat to his grace. And that he won't hesitate to follow through with the regulation if they continue to bother you.

But that's about it, I really have nothing to say other than you're very stressed and might have grown white hairs with how much work you have. You can send more ask about this idea but just to let you know I'm not a government worker (yet) and my ideas are probably wrong.

Imagine mixing the time dilation concept with this omg poor reader-

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allastoredeer · 3 months

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I read the new chapter of Holy Suffering as soon as it came out and I love the way u write Lucifer. For the past few days I have been reading Radio apple fanfic and I hate how lucifer is portrayed in most of them, shy , innocent with Alastor after the fight, and kinda out of character for the both of them, cause they suddenly like each other, and I don’t see it in them. They like to piss each other off, that’s the whole ship point.

Ur Lucifer is so sassy, Hits all the Good Characterization checks in my brain, he’s such a delight to read, same for Alastor. U had me going speechless most of the time Alastor spoke, cause I honestly didn’t know what he was gonna say next. Writing Alastor it’s probably hard, cause he is misterious and always hides his emotions but You totally nailed it. Right now he is probably angry at Lucifer cause he ratted him out lol

Al be like the audacity of this man after he forced him to do this.🙄

Anywhizzle I just wanted to ask, for the overload meeting, is Charlie gonna send Lucifer with Alastor? Maybe as a snake or something, to make sure is he okay. Cause she really sounded mortified that she didn’t notice that Alastor was suffering and man Al definitely didn’t like that, but it’s not like he can say no to Charlie so

A nd is there like a schedule for next updates? I am really invested in this story and I honestly can’t wait to read more of it.

Thank you ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ Hahah Lucifer's got bite to him, for sure. He doesn't come off as the shy type to me. Awkward as hell, certainly. In the throes of depression, absolutely. And he cares about Charlie's opinion of him to a fault. But when it comes to someone throwing their weight around--or, more accurately, getting involved with Charlie (cough Alastor helping Charlie with the hotel, couch Adam fighting/hurting Charlie cough) he isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty.

Alastor is hard to write ಥ_ಥ I love him so much, but sometimes, I want to cut open his head and properly study his brain because f;knslnjsbj out of all the characters, he's the hardest for me to pin down, in terms of both dialogue and actions. He has such a way of talking, and such a distinct voice (his radio filter) that it's simultaneously easy to imagine his voice, but hard to put it to dialogue. So, I really appreciate hearing that I nailed it (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) Seriously, it's so appreciated to hear.

Nah, Alastor is going to be going to that one alone :3 It's going to be set in his POV, so we'll get some insight in his thoughts on the whole thing, and how he's handling his current affliction. I'm both excited to and nervous to get into it, because writing him in someone else's POV is hard, so writing him in his OWN POV is a little intimidating, but I'm mostly excited. I have a lot of thoughts for this series, and it's gonna be fun to explore them.

As for a schedule, I used to try to keep myself to one, and I've found that I have both a love/hate relationship with it. One the one hand, keeping a writing schedule is nice because it gives me a clear view of what I want to work on and an goal date to get it done, which is very nice for my ADHD brain.

BUT, on the other hand, when I start putting that pressure on myself to get it down, and I fail to actually reach that goal, it hits me pretty hard and it can take away my motivation and joy in writing the fic. It starts to feel more like a chore than a fun hobby I can do in my downtime.

Thankfully, I am DEEP in Hazbin Hotel hyperfixation, and the amazing feedback I've gotten from my fic's is certainly fueling my motivation. So thanks to everyone leaving kudos and comments! It's seriously so helpful and I cherish ever single one of them.

If I had to give an estimate for when the next installment of the series will drop, I'd say either at the end of this week, or the beginning/middle of next week. I have an unrelated AppleRadio one-shot I want to bust out before I work on the next installment, and that one I'm going to try and post by Thursday or Friday.

To quote out favorite Radio Demon,

~Stay Tuned

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zhongrin · 2 years

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childhood 🍬❤️

◇ characters ◇ zhongli

◇ tags ◇ death, depersonalization/derealization disorder, misunderstandings galore, but also teeth-rotting fluff, crack at the end

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

you don't even remember when you first met zhongli. he's in every single one of your birthday photos starting with your first.

he's just. always been there????

he's only a year older than you, but acts like he's much older sometimes.

being classmates, he's very close with your older sister guizhong. the three of you always hang out together, and sometimes zhongli's big brother osial even joins in.

naturally you go to the same school too.

and well, like almost all the girls in the school, you might have developed a tiny teeny crush on zhongli. i mean, how could you not? zhongli is so nice compared to the other boys. he doesn't pull your hair to get your attention, he shares candies with you, and he has the cutest smile!

you tell this to guizhong shyly and she laughs, but she gives you a knowing look and tells you to 'go for it' with a wink, whatever that means.

and then, one particular day while you're hanging out without her or osial around, zhongli pulls you closer and tells you that he has a secret to share with you.

oh??? could it be???

your little heart beats frantically in your chest. it feels like a balloon is slowly inflating inside you as the longer zhongli's silence stretches. that same adorable grin stretches his lips, chubby cheeks dusted in pink as he says:

"i think i want to marry guizhong one day."

.....

congrats, your heart just got broken to pieces at the tender age of eight :)

out of pettiness and misplaced anger, you cross your arms and huff.

"you can't!"

"wha- why?!"

"c-cause... cause!! i'm gonna marry osial!!!"

............

it makes sense to your eight years old brain, okay??? if you marry osial, zhongli can't possibly marry your sister, right?????

as always, you confide to guizhong - because you share everything with your sister and you desperately need someone to vent to - and she's literally rolling on the floor howling with laughter about this whole mess.

great, your sister finds the tragic situation funny.

naturally, things get a little.... awkward, between you and zhongli. you both kind of drift apart and you no longer hang out together every weekend.

so instead, you hang out with osial.

you're not sure what makes him want to hang out with you. you suspect zhongli told him about your "crush". which makes you a little mad, even though you basically did the same thing, ratting his crush to guizhong.

but anyway. you find that osial is a good company, even though he's more rambunctious than his younger brother. he's a different kind of fun, at least.

and then....

when you start high school, guizhong gets into an accident.

it's much too sudden. you waved her goodbye in the morning as she dropped you to your class... and then suddenly you're in the hospital later in the day, watching silently as your parents sob over her unmoving form on the hospital bed.

.....

strange.

your chest feels empty.

like someone just scooped a whole section of it off you and dumped it somewhere else.

....

.......

..........

since then, it's like you're watching a movie.

a really dull, boring one.

wake up. brush your teeth. chew on cardboard-like stuff. school. extracurricular. shower. more tasteless chewing. homework. study. sleep. rinse and repeat.

osial comes over every now and then. and he tries to bring you out, make you laugh like you used to, tease you to get a reaction out of you - something, anything...

.... but the most you give him is an empty stare and a smile that doesn't reach your eyes.

it isn't until when zhongli confronts you at school one day, that you finally break.

you don't know why. you haven't seen him or talked to him properly in months, maybe years, even.

you remember osial telling you that zhongli was in a similar state when he found out about guizhong.

...... oh, right. he must have loved her all these times.

you don't really remember what transpired, but you remember seeing tears running down zhongli's cheeks, and that triggered your own tears, and that led to these two high-schoolers holding onto each other, crying and sobbing into each other's shoulders.

by the time your eyes hurt, you feel... present. like you're finally seeing things from your own eyes. you're highly aware of zhongli's warm arms around you, the way his wet lashes droop, the smell of osmanthus flowers enveloping your senses-

oh.

oh no.

not again.

"do you still love her?"

gods, you really want to hit yourself right now.

he regards you in confusion. after that crying session, that's what you're asking him first?

"of course, she will always be a dear friend to me."

"not like that-" you sigh and decide to drop the subject, "... nevermind."

"..... ah, are you referring to that confession from years ago?" zhongli chuckles as if he's remembering a fond memory, "perhaps i was, back then. but a lot of things have changed since then, so i can confidently say that the statement is now invalid."

you stay silent, and he watches you for a while before saying in a softer tone that sounds.... sad?

"don't worry, i know you still love osial."

............ h a h ?

"y-y-you remember that?"

"of course. and you've been hanging out with him constantly even until now, so it is quite obvious, i'd say. i... thought you were dating, at first, which is why i kept my distance... until that mindless brute hit me, saying i was being delusional and a very bad friend for not being there when you needed it most... i tried telling him that you really liked him, however-"

"zhongli, no, i said that because i was- i dunno- i was a kid and you were my first love and you just had to go and say you wanted to marry my sister- it was out of spite, okay?!"

dead.

silence.

"..."

"....... i was your first love? 'was'...?"

there's a hopeful look in his amber eyes, and you avert your eyes instinctively. but zhongli steps into your field of vision again stubbornly, eyes narrowed in determination as he slowly takes your hand into his.

"i... this might sound inappropriate given our current situation, and what has just transpired, but... [name], i adore you."

you blink and experimentally pinches your hand. pain has never felt so welcome in your brain.

"like- as a- friend?" you stammer, the familiar hope blossoming in your chest, but you're oh so scared.

scared of being disappointed again, of having your heart broken, again-

"my apologies, let me rephrase that. i bear romantic attractions to you."

the balloon pops. tears prick the corner of your eyes once more.

you think you can hear guizhong giggling and patting your back.

"will you... allow me another chance? to make you fall in love with me once more?"

yes, yes yes, a thousand times yes, you want to scream.

but... you've always been a little petty, haven't you?

".... fine," you keep your voice as haughty and aloof as possible, but your smile betrays your attempt at posing an indifferent attitude, "but it won't be easy."

zhongli smiles.

"a battle hard-won is a battle worth remembering. you won't regret this, [name]."

fast forward to twenty years later as you visit guizhong's grave with your children - and yes, you can certainly say you didn't regret giving your now-husband a second chance.

"do you remember the days when we were so young and foolish? sometimes i wish i could rewind time and fix all the mistakes i made... but i fear the butterfly effect will take you away from my arms, so i think i should just savor this moment instead." "husband, i love you and all but can we please go to sleep it's 4am."

extra 1:

"dear, you are sure you don't want to marry my brother anymore, right?"

"ZHONGLI. THAT WAS LIKE. I DUNNO. FIFTY YEARS AGO?? ALSO WE'RE LITERALLY MARRIED??? JUST COME HELP ME CHANGE OUR BABY'S DIAPER????"

"i'm just making sure..."

extra 2:

"i bet my dearest sister is laughing at us right now."

"i believe you would be correct, my love."

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sadtonight · 1 year

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"Meow, meow meeeow"

Summary: for whatever reason, once a week you are transformed into a cat! You are not as sentient as particular grey monster, but you compensate it by being very lovable. Let's hope that your boyfriend doesn't have an allergy on you!

Characters: Heartslabyul;

Warnings: none, a bit of angst, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships;

Side notes: another cat fic!! If im not getting a cat by the end of the year I'm km. Joking, I'm joking ha ha. But I really want a kitty ugh. So I was searching for derogatory nicknames for cats and didn't find any))))) Gonna name my cat Freak or some Bible angel's name just you wait.

Riddle

— he's a bit lost at first, since Riddle is not entirely sure if it would be impolite to treat you differently, because at those moments you were an animal. You just instructed him to be nice and keep kissing you, to which he scrunched his eyebrows, muttering that he didn't even considered stopping doing so;

— admittedly it was so special to have you around in the cat form: he never had a feline pet, only meeting beastman that happened to be cat-like. Red haired boy made few mistakes here and there, the most common one being letting you rest on his lap when you jumped on him. Riddle would smile, scratching behind your ears and below your chin and continue on doing his homework until he realised that you were not going to leave anytime soon;

— you were not heavy by any means, however your weight started to gradually make itself known, distracting Riddle from his studies. He made a couple of attempts to wake you up, nudging and trying to reason with you, yet you only quietly meowed and didn't budge like you were a rock and not a cat. That's why your poor boyfriend had to learn a spell or two so he can pull you away safely from his lap to the bed;

— if for whatever reason you made your boyfriend's blood boil you could always hide on top of the bookshelves or his bed. It's not like he could reach you there even if he really wanted to. Riddle was on the verge of setting his own room ablaze but decided to be a bigger person in the situation and let you go;

— your boyfriend loves to cuddle with you in any form. One thing that bothers him a little is when you settle in his bed along with him, cuddled to his body with his arms loosely holding you, in the morning you are back to your human self, squashing his rather frail figure and leaving him struggling to breathe properly, which Riddle doesn't like coming around to every week.

Trey

— you turn into a cat sometimes? Well at least Trey is not transformed alongside you so he's fine with it. He imagined himself as a cat a few times, holding back a chuckle as other Heartslabyul students are left to wonder what the male found so funny while baking banana bread;

— your boyfriend had picked up a habit of checking his hats every now and then. Why? Because you seem to really like hiding or just lounging in them. And you also have this tendency to claw at hanging hats and watch them fall down from the rack in his room. Trey is used to seeing moving hats stroll around the dorm, but not the other residents who assume paranormal activity. So in order to keep you safe he often lies about hats being magical and it being a Heartslabyul thing, and unsurprisingly no-one ever questions it;

— if your feline form includes fur, Trey has lots of lint rollers and has a set of special grooming gloves. Sorry, but you are not entering the dorm kitchen until your boyfriend has made sure that you wouldn't shed fur all over the place. If you behave well in his arms he subconscious baby-talks to you and cradles your face, praising you. He's very embarrassed if anyone sees him act that way, literally begs Cater to delete the video that ginger secretly filmed of him cooing at you. Please... it will be extremely mortifying if you saw it when you turn back to your human self;

— never gives you what he baked for humans while you are in a cat form, sorry but it's for your own good. However that doesn't mean Trey won't look up recipes for felines which he could whip up with him preexisting baking skills. Your boyfriend takes weird pride in being able to satisfy a cat with his baking, ha!

— apart from the aforementioned activities the green haired male does, he also likes to just absentmindedly pat your smaller body. Your boyfriend is quite mean for not letting you sleep on his lap for much time, but he is more than happy to have you laying on the desk when he does homework or revises for the upcoming tests. He keeps the desk clean and has a pillow or a box of your fit. Honestly you do distract him a lot, Trey can't help but reach his left hand to give you a small rub on your head and continue doing his thing. He wishes he could do the same to you in your human form, however, he decides it would be off putting for you, so he drops the idea...

Carter

— WOAH, A CUTE PARTNER WHO IS ALSO A KITTY CAT?? No way, really why is he winning so hard all of the sudden? Before meeting you, Cater wasn't a cat person per say, he could dig why people were obsessed with them and stuff but never shared same amount of enthusiasm prior to having you around as a cat;

— if you are not a conventionally cute cat so to speak he is just a tiny bit sad, although if you are a doe-eyed, fluffy, stuffed animal looking creature Cater is never letting go of his phone, in hopes of you doing something adorable so he could snap a pic or film some stories for magicam. He tots getting famous in a few weeks!

— your boyfriend started to compulsively buy cutesy cat outfits and honestly it was kinda annoying since he would spend more on the animal fashion than human one. And don't forget about cat related things in general: cat ears, cat-face masks, bean gloves and socks, pjs with cats on them, cat phone cases, food and sweets with cat motive (he hates sweets but thet are sooo adorable, he just hands them out to whoever he comes across after he is done taking pics) and the list goes on. You'll have to put a ban on purchasing cat goods if they niggle you;

— Cater frequently browses magicam, so much so that when he sees a cat that looks like or reminds him of you, he instantly likes the post or comments that you are way more cuter. The ginger had to delete several comments due to his worrying wording that made people lose their minds. Sigh, no he is not dating a cat, stop spamming his DMs geez;

— he knows he ought to not think like that, but he low-key finds your cat form even more comforting than your human one. Since you don't really comprehend what is he saying to the fullest extent while being a feline, Cater uses this opportunity to muse about his life to you. It's not like he doesn't confide in you, you are his partner after all, and yet you are more approachable in this form for some reason;

— if anything, not only it helped your boyfriend to open up bit by bit, but also playing with you helps him to relax: Cater bobs your cat nose, dangles a new toy that you will definitely break and chew on within a playtime session and buries his face in your tiny body when you let him. He doesn't want to let you go, never ever;

Ace

— pfff, really? You turn into a furball off and on? He doesn't believe you at first — come on he won't fall for something idiotic as that. When Ace does wake up to a cat with oddly grim expression staring back at him, sitting on top on his chest instead of you laying beside he is so confused... Your boyfriend kinda feels like a fool for not believing you from the start;

— anyways, now your nickname is furball, or baldy if you are furless, he calls you that even when you are a human. Ace has never been successful in summoning or having your attention when he called out to you by the name he has given to you, yet he doesn't lose hope and tries every time only for each time to fail;

— your boyfriend loves to play with you, your paws were so soft and cute, and sharp like oww what was that for?? The boy could never tell when you were in the mood for playtime thus he often got scratched while disturbing you when you clearly wished to be left alone. It's fine though, you usually apologize to him and put bandages on his scratches and bites, but it would be better if you also kissed where it hurt, just in case;

— tried to teach you tricks and test your cognitive abilities by playing attention games. Sadly, all things you learn never go beyond the feline form, so when Ace says commands, you give him a confused look. Thankfully he documented your progression and it's hard to tell if you feel impressed or baffled about yourself. Once he got a genius idea of acquaintancing you to the colourful hedgehog family in Heartslabyul, but fortunately the dorm leader who was tending them that day thoroughly explained to Ace why it was actually a horrific idea;

— Ace still teases you relentlessly even as a kitty. Your boyfriend got used to your nibbles and bites with paws clutching to the hand that roughly ruffled you frame. Everything in your cat form was so cute, he doesn't really like saying that outloud but he is stating the facts isn't he? When you transform back, he will suggest adopting a real house feline. Don't worry, Ace promises to love you more!

Deuce

— upon hearing about your condition, Deuce instantly asks you to show, only to realise that you can't control it at will... Don't mind him, he is just really curious since he never heard of humans turning into cats. Does that make you a werewolf? Werecat...?

— your boyfriend sufferes the most when you are a cat in comparison to normal form. If you fall asleep on his his lap he never ever wakes you up or moves you to the side. Poor guy is literally stuck on a couch in the dorm's lounge area. It's already time for supper and Deuce can't even more a muscle: he already mentally accepted the collar and scolding from the dorm leader for being late...

— every time this happens blue eyed boy cries rivers, his body aching from sitting or laying for too long, and yet he keeps petting your warm figure. You are purring and radiating pure love Deuce can't bring himself to move. Your boyfriend started to avoid cuddling with you in the longe because of this, unless you both are in his room during the night;

— now Deuce has always been protective of you, not taking the fact that you were capable enough to handle yourself into account. However, when he knows that you are prone to turning into small helpless animal? It's basically the new level of protectiveness: if he sees someone patting you, he is ready to jump in if Deuce notices even the slightest hints of distress in your body language;

— he generally was kind of scared of unintentionally hurting you thus he has gone to the library to read everything available regarding felines. Your boyfriend has gained such profound knowledge of the cats that professor Trein took a liking to the Heartslabyul first year who could freely speak with his dear companion and read his body like an open book;

— by force of habit, Deuce treats you like a cat when you are a human and the other way around. You can just talk about your day, telling him about good things that happened and he reaches his arm to pat your head. Or when your boyfriend goes to prepare some sandwiches he opens cans with cat food instead of human food. Deuce should really pull himself together huh?

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yaemilko · 2 years

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🪷 20. what if? (1718 words)

"i know it's been like what? two months? but i'm glad you two made up" hu tao spoke, glancing at ayato and you.

"yeah, it was a torture to watch, and even worse to be around cranky ayato" added kaeya, "anyway, i'm just glad you stopped being a jerk and properly apologized."

ayato softly laughed before hu tao spoke again "yeah but if you do that to my bestie again i'm gonna be the one both murdering you and organizing your funeral."

"noted" said ayato.

glancing around the room, you took a sip of your soda, preparing yourself for the next topic your friend group would dive into - completely not prepared for lumine to speak.

"oh c'mon tao, it's not like he hasn't apologized a million times already. and it's not like y/n isn't partially at fault for the whole thing."

you furrowed your brows, trying to figure out what your roommate meant by that. you were at fault? how? "excuse me?" you muttered, confused.

hu tao cut in at that moment, speaking over you, "honestly lumine, i love you but like? back off. who are you to say who's at fault and who's not?"

"i just spoke my mind" retorted lumine, "why are you picking a fight with me?"

"well, you spoke wrongly. i'm just saying."

"i-"

"ALRIGHT. ladies, calm down, it's all in the past now. besides, it's none of our business, it's y/n and ayato's. so, unless they have something to say, i suggest we drop this already." the tension was broken by kaeya, who then looked at both you and ayato as if he was expecting something.

"it is between us and i think none of you should have a say in it, however close we may be." you finally spoke.

"i agree. and i'll apologize as many times as i need. there's no need to get worked up over it, lum. we're good." ayato said, his eyes landing on lumine who was sitting next to him, and she nodded.

the conversation moved on smoothly after that, props to kaeya and hu tao for dispersing the tension and coming up with things to talk about, the latest one being some movie everyone but you seems to have watched.

you excused yourself to the bathroom, and on your way back you just stopped to stand in the doorway. you were looking at your friends, who haven't noticed your presence yet, quietly observing the room and the atmosphere. you couldn't help but notice how close ayato and lumine seemed like this, from afar, sitting next to each other, laughing and talking. at some particular thing ayato said, lumine laughed loudly, gently slapping his arm in the process, he smiled back at her. you couldn't figure out what was so funny.

this wasn't a novelty – for the past two months since you and ayato patched up your friendship, you've started noticing the little things the two of your friends did that made you wonder.. what if? you started noticing how you always felt like an outsider, even if then never tried to make you feel that way. sometimes you just felt like you were intruding on something you shouldn't be. you didn't let yourself go there completely though, but the thought was always there, in the back of your mind. what if they're falling for each other?

you shook your head, trying to get out of your thoughts, and started making your way back when your phone rang, attracting the attention of everyone in the room. suddenly, four pairs of eyes were on you, watching you, as you looked at the phone in your hand and sighing once you saw the caller.

"um. it's scara. i'm just gonna go to the balcony and talk to him for a bit, see what's up. you guys carry on, i won't be long." you said before making your way out and answering.

"hey." you breathed into the phone

"hi, are you free right now?" scaramouche greeted back.

"um, i'm at ayato's with hu tao, lumine and kaeya, but i can talk for a bit. what's up?"

"oh.. sorry for disturbing you then. i was just wondering if we could study for the upcoming exams together." he said

"you're not disturbing, and i'd love to! we're quite a pair when it comes to studying." you laughed.

he chuckled back, "hahahah yeah, alright then. we'll text about the details then?"

you hummed into the phone, "yeah. uh. scara? could i talk to you for a bit?"

"..of course. what's bothering you?"

"i'm just.. hypothetically, what would you do if the person you had feelings for started catching feelings for your friend and you watched it happen. i mean – you're not sure about them catching feelings, but you have a pretty good hunch, you know what i mean?" you said in one breath, breathing in loudly once you were done.

he paused for a moment before answering, "yes i do know what you mean. is this about lumine and ayato?"

"how did you know..?"

it was his turn to sigh, "i'm not blind y/n, i've noticed them hanging out, and about you.. is that necessary to answer? of course i'd notice you had feelings. are you forgetting we've known each other for basically our entire lives?"

"damn. i tried to hide it tho.. was it that noticeable??"

a small laugh escaping him once again, he answered "hahah, to your close friends, yes. what happened for you to ask this?"

you leaned over the railing, softly humming into the phone "hmm.. it's just a thought i've been having for a while now. actually, i've had it ever since they met. nothing in particular happened, you just should've seen them earlier. a big part of me is screaming that it's obvious they caught feelings.. you know she even defended him earlier? i just.. don't know.." you breathe out, "so what would you do?"

silence envelops you both again while he gathers his thoughts, "..shit. i can't tell you that, y/n. it's on you to decide how to act, and even if i told you what to do you wouldn't listen."

"fair enough but like, what are my options? i'm stuck."

he sighed, "well, you could either confront them or ignore it and try to move on... or tell him about your feelings."

"and have him turn me down? nah, i dont think i could handle that."

"what makes you think he'd turn you down?" he said immediately after, no uncertainty in his voice whatsoever.

"have you been listening? i told you i think he's starting to catch feeling for lumine. i can't do that. besides, i already blew our chances of ever getting back together long ago. i just want this to be over. i want to move on." you rambled, exasperated.

"there you go. you should know what's best for you. and y/n?"

"yeah?" you breathed out.

"lumine's your friend. even if she liked him, i doubt she'd get in a relationship with him, knowing your history."

chuckling, you said "hah, i wonder about that.. anyway, thank you. i'm sorry for dumping all of this on you."

"it's alright. i'm always here to listen to you, that's what friends are for, right?"

moment of silence. then, "right. i should go now, i'll text you later, kay?"

"okay. bye, y/n."

"talk to you later, scara."

after hanging up, you decided to remain on the balcony for a bit longer, sorting the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. what was the best thing to do?

you don't know how much time passed with you standing there, staring into nothingness, before your peace was broken by the sound of the balcony door opening, the one person clouding your thoughts walking out and joining you.

"are you alright? you've been gone for quite some time" ayato spoke, breaking the silence

you looked at him briefly, then turned back and stared at the cityscape again. "i'm great. just got lost in thoughts for a bit. it's beautiful up here, isn't it?"

he smiled, "it is." coming out from him before he moved to stand next to you, joining you in staring at nothing ahead.

you knew what you had to do – universe gracefully blessed you with this opportunity. you wanted to know. you had to ask. so you did.

the sound of silence was broken by your sudden question. "hey ayato.. do you like lumine?" and then you turned to look at him, the little voice in the back of your mind hoping he'd say you were wrong.

he looked at you once again, his eyes burning holes right through you. the silence was deafening and you found yourself wishing you'd never asked. you weren't ready for the answer. he searched your eyes for a long moment, his gaze so powerful it hurt, but you didn't dare look away. you wondered what he was looking for, why was it taking him so long to answer.

he opened his mouth, preparing to say something, then closed it again. breaking eye contact, he looked away and sighed like he was defeated.

".. i think i do. why?"

you could feel something inside you breaking. why does it have to be like this? you were prepared to hear that, you knew it for months now, but why does it still hurt like that?

despite the turmoil of emotions in your soul, you smiled. you can get through this, you thought to yourself. don't let him know that hurt. it's your fault for not getting rid of your feelings earlier.

"oh, it's just a thought i had and i wanted to check. thank you for telling me though."

"... yeah."

awkwardness filled the air, you not knowing what to say anymore, and wanting to just jump off that damned balcony or burn the whole apartment complex down with you in it. it'd be easier that way, you thought.

"well, should we get inside now? it's kinda chilly out here." you chuckled again, hurriedly moving towards the balcony door.

"y/n, wait."

you stopped in your tracks and then turned to look at him again.

"yeah?"

ayato looked at the ground, then looked at you once more, awkwardly scratching his head.

"do you think i have a chance with her?"

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SYNOPSIS what happens when your ex comes back from abroad and you realize you still like him, but as destiny likes to play with us all it just so happens that he starts getting closer with your roommate? what will you do?

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mrs-monaghan · 10 months

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Sis.. now you know I’m going to need your very elaborate thoughts on Jungkook concept photos 👀🫨🫢😳😱🤯🫠💃🏻🕳️⚰️

Look, if you need me to do something you can't be sending me gifs of Jimin raising his eyebrows at me. It's distracting as hell.

Okay so first things first: the word coincidence needs to be BANNED from Jikookers' mouths. Like completely deleted. Obliterated 1300% It needs to not exist anymore. No seriously, how long are we gonna keep using the word 'coincidence' and Jikook in one sentence before we all collectively decide to agree they do this shit on purpose?

"You are me I am you" can only go so far. That's for them having the same moles in the same places, them being born in Busan. Things like that, that are out of their control. Not things like this!

We know, like even if you're an anti you know JK has studied FACE. @jigokuhana and I were just talking about this, JK has everything about FACE memorised. He is prolly a bigger fan than all of us combined. And don't forget he saw everything before we did. So he knows what he's doing. Knows that we will catch similarities btwn FACE and SEVEN. Armys have noticed many things that Jikook (n members) tried to hide from us and I know over the years they have to have seen us noticing some of these things. So how will we fail to notice something that's right infront of our faces? And he knows this. Of course he knew we would notice.

So first we've all seen these floating about

Those alone are already like, crazy 😏 But then let's talk about the thorns/spikes/shards.

I mean, what are the chances??? 😳

When u support Jikook, u discover that they are actually really sappy/corny motherfuckers so you inevitably start to get corny yourself sometimes too. This is what my friends (one of them being @lovelysmyleyes) had to say about this. I'll just copy paste them, coz I absolutely agree.

The spikes being directly on Jimin's body feel like it was a more direct hit. JK wearing the spikes on the jacket is more of a defensive maybe? Like a by-product. Almost like He was acting as a shield.

The 'shots' weren't directed at him so even if they hit him they would not have pierced the skin. Whereas it was directed at JM and meant to go deep.

It is understandable, The first thing you want to do is protect your partner the best you can.

Or it can represent keeping others away from them. Roses have thorns on them to keep people/living life forms away, after all.

They got kinda deep y'all. Which brings me to the part that blew my mind;

Mud from LC

Mud on JK's trouser;

The pants. I think he is hinting that he helped pull Jimin out of the mud...or at least he was down in the mud with him when he was at his lowest. He was there supporting. Someone catch me cuz I am once again falling into that delulu train headfirst 😭😭😭

He he hee... thats so fucking deep y'all. But seeing as there's no other explanation for why JK would have "dirty" trousers (yet) i'mma go with this assumption for now. #feels 🥺🥺🥺

Like, its not even that far fetched though. When Jimin was going through what he went through JK saw it all first hand. Isn't that why we assumed he kept skipping LC in the beginning? Coz it reminded him of that time and it prolly wasn't pretty. He didn't like to remember Jimin in that bad place.

I for one believe JK was there for Jimin every step of the way. Jimin said members were there for him, I'm sure his family was too and most importantly, so was JK.

Thats why he wrote letter. He said it was his turn to be grateful. His turn to give back.

I know it's obvious

So that it's not taken lightly

Let me tell you this properly

Baby, don't leave, just stay with me, yeah

To you who saw me greater than my little self

So that I can only deliver as much as I received

I can't y'all... help 😭😭😭

Okay but this tweet tickled me 🤭🤭

I know some Jikookers work very hard in trying not to be delulu (not me. I jump in head first, always. Ha haa) and I applaud that. I do. But these are way, way too many similarities. Even the most clear headed Jikooker has got to find this sus.

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itsjaywalkers · 3 months

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do u have any jegulus headcanons in nothing happens that you know you won’t really write about? also I love this series so much like I reread it like an hour after I finished them 😭😭

I DOOOO but honestly i'm not sure if i'll end up writing about them or not bc my outline for nothing happens is very . vague and brief but . i'm happy to share some with u anyway <333

regulus wears james' clothes all the time. and i'm not talking about a jumper or maybe a jacket he didn't return after james lent it to him bc of the cold. he has half of james' wardrobe in his room, and he wears his shirts more than his own, not only when he's at home but also when he goes out with friends

james barely pays attention to his phone when he goes clubbing UNLESS reg is the one texting/calling him

they have each other's passwords for every single social media acc + their phones + their laptops

they always share a bed regardless of if reg has nightmares or not. he pretends to use one of the guest rooms out of respect for james' parents but he slips into james' bedroom in the middle of the night (everyone knows they just keep quiet to spare reg the embarrassment)

james always dedicates his goals to regulus during matches

and regulus always wears james' football jersey when he goes to said matches (yes even when james is dating someone)

they greet each other with lil pecks when they're alone (this starts after part 3 ofc)

when reg has issues with someone at school, he tells james, bc he knows he'll beat them up for him, even if he always denies it and pretends he doesn't know what reg is talking about

when they were younger james gave reg piggyback rides all the time, but now they simply walk around holding hands

when someone tries to flirt with reg at pubs or parties, he gives james a Look and then james comes to his rescue and pretends to be his bf

reg studies with his friends sometimes, but james always has to study with reg bc he swears he isn't able to focus properly otherwise

james isn't super into jewellery, but he always wears this golden bracelet reg gifted him for his 16th bday. he doesn't take it off, not even to sleep or to take a shower (he also has an earring in his right ear that he got one night he got drunk with sirius but that's neither here nor there)

they choose a show to watch together every few months and they hang out together to do this at least once a week

as they grow older, reg kinda stops calling james 'jamie' as it has been already mentioned, and only uses it when he needs something or he's done something he knows james won't like and during sex

reg doesn't like dancing and he only does it if james asks him

james' emergency contacts are his mum and reg and reg's emergency contacts are sirius and james

james is reg's first time

and i'm gonna stop before this starts getting sexual..

thank you so much for loving this series so much babe, it makes me very happy and i'm incredibly grateful!! sending u a kissie MWAH <333

#asks #anons #fic series: nothing happens

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eluxcastar · 1 year

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Leona in his Uncle arc because I can and will

── ୨୧：leona kingscholar & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: Leona being the cool Uncle.png mostly just fluff hcs of him caring for them more than he will admit it's kinda scatterbrained because same

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: (implied) child reader, it's just platonic fluff tbh

୨୧﹑words :: 724

well here we go ig turns out the first everything I write for a fandom is Uncle hcs 🤨 shoutout to my Uncle ig? where did this phenomenon come from (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) anyway Leona seems like he'd play bite baby's lil lion ears when they're misbehaving to scare them like an "I'm gonna call the boogeyman" type thing 😭✋ I rest my case

when you were young enough to have to crawl around the floor Leona found watching you to be much easier to some extent, though he did not appreciate having his hair pulled on and chewed and is still weary every time you try to grab his hair.

thankfully years of pulling your tail and threatening to steal it has deterred you from that. Going home over break is sometimes hell, sometimes not. It's better than when there are events that allow outside guests to come and see them as Leona knows you'll be so full of energy and so excited to see him. He just can't bring himself to throw you off after you jump on him and latch onto his arm. Annoying perhaps but he finds your affections to be endearing at the best of times. Seeing you get so excited to see him more so than he's ever seen you to return to your Father strokes his ego just a little bit.

he just doesn't quite like the part where you complain that you write to him all the time and "Are getting way better at writing the letters now" in your own words, but don't ever get a response, then it becomes the questions of "When are you coming home?" and Leona has to shake you off and send you back on your way as he makes up some excuse about your Father worrying about you.

he does enjoy spending time with you much more when you're controllable, especially at bedtime when Leona begrudgingly agrees to tell you stories or lets you crawl into his bed under his blankets and curl up at his side where it's warm. Leona much prefers this arrangement, though he will yawn and complain that you're getting too big to be there and taking up all the space on the bed. The worst part is waking up to your little hands shaking him, usually because you want something and can't reach it, or just don't know how. You might just be lazy like him.

the little whines for your Uncle to get up are annoying at the best of times, but Leona finds himself unable to resist when you pull at his arms with all your strength. You could never hope to pull him up on your own but the dedication to get him out of bed sways him for just a few minutes.

when Leona comes home over the holidays he makes sure to make sure that if you want to be attached to him you're at least taken care of: teeth brushed, properly bathed, fed, ears and tail groomed, socks on at all times. If you don't he'll ship you back to Falena in his own words. Every time you challenge him at that with some remark about how "How are you gonna ship me back to Dad?" always met with "In a box" and Leona frankly doesn't care when you tell him that's against the rules (which you probably only know because you tried to ship Cheka somewhere).

Leona tends to problem solve that by pulling you down onto the floor and tickling you in his lap so you'll forget that and justify the need for you to wear socks all the time by kicking at his arms until he stops. Without the socks you always scratch him. He can hand the gnawing on his hands when you bite. Leona isn't fond of going out, just staying in and letting you play until you start to get tired, inviting you to take a nap with him even in the middle of the day.

he often tells you that it doesn't matter what you do with your time, since you're also the second child like he once was, but tries his best to pay attention to your studies and support you to try anyway. Leona's point is never really to become as lazy as him, but to become something other than just an heir. "It'll make you feel better than a throne" is his only reason, maybe that's why you like him so much. 'Other things' is a bit big to think about though. Even if Leona is not really King outside of his school unlike your Father is, you might like him better. Being something like a real King sounds super boring anyway.

#✦ — headcanons.#✦ — fluff.#lion cub baby lemme squish #leona #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twisted wonderland leona #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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tyo-mimt · 6 months

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@kittencatcool @rottmnt-secret-gifting Thank you so much for the gift! I am so sorry this took so long to post, but I hope that this was worth the wait! I had a lot of fun writing it out so I hope you enjoy it!

(It is longer than I expected; I had to put the Keep Reading tab there)

"I'm not too much for you, right?"

April froze, looking up from the open bag of spray canisters and art supplies to face Mikey properly. The box turtle halted his work on the mural, fidgeting with the cap on his spray canister as he waited for her answer. He stared directly at her with a look she only recognised on a much younger Mikey.

"Whoa, what brought this up?" April asked lightheartedly, putting the bag down. She immediately regretted the teasing, watching him crumple in on himself, looking just about ready to retreat into his shell.

Her big sister instincts kicked in, and she was quick to place a hand on his shoulder assuringly. With an apologetic look on her face, she backtracked from her dismissive teasing and tried again. “Sorry, sorry—what's going on, big guy?"

"I- Hmm…" Mikey chewed on the inside of his cheek. She exhales, sitting down and patting down the spot in front of her to invite him to sit. He took the spot, crossing his legs and letting out a weighted sigh.

There was a moment of silence between them. For the other guys it would've been normal, but it was always unsettling whenever Mikey did it. Not to say that he was a lot, but a quality April always appreciated was how the box turtle was always ready to share how he felt. But at that moment, it felt like the brothers' inability to talk about their problems was passed down to Mikey. And April O'Neil wasn't gonna let that happen!

To draw the turtle out of his shell (pun intended), she needed a different approach…

Her eyes drifted to the bag they brought. Fishing out a few papers and crayons from the bottom, she laid them out in front of Mikey. "You know I'll never force you to talk… But I do wanna know what's going on with you. And I do know that you do wanna tell me."

Mikey looked down at the pages, before looking back up at April. There's a turbulent expression on his face as if he's doubtful about the idea. April responded, "Come on, Doctor Feelings. Didn't you say art's also a valid way to express how you feel?"

Hesitantly, he reached out and grabbed one of the crayons. He still looked unsure. "It doesn't have to be something fancy like the mural; it could be a doodle or a sketch.”

Uncomfortable on the asphalt surface but all the more grateful for the suggestion, Mikey began doodling away at the page. He first drew Splinter's shape in his colours, then Draxum's. Red exclamation marks and sharp jagged lines covered the borders of the page. At some point, Mikey began tearing up. His tears added to the crude drawing, and April silently gathered the pieces of her shattering heart.

She didn't know, and she doubted anyone else noticed, too.

In the end, she was left with a messy, slightly crumpled, tear-stained sketch, a quietly sobbing Mikey, and an impression of what was happening.

April sighed, picking up the drawing and smoothing out the creases, "How do the others feel? About this?"

He answered quicker than before.

"Donnie doesn't care, Raph and Leo try to stay out of it, and I'm the only one who tries to do anything about it," Mikey's head sank a little into his shell, "I get that families are supposed to argue sometimes but... With Dad, with Draxum... It feels like all they do is fight!"

April reached her arms out, offering a hug. Mikey leaned into her embrace, wiping away rogue tears with the back of his hand. "Sometimes, it feels like I'm the only one who cares..."

April rubbed the back of his shell in reassuring circles. Eventually, she spoke, "At first, I was honestly kinda on the fence about Draxum being part of the family, but living in the same building as him, studying in the same school he works at, even having the few conversations we have with him... It's made me come to appreciate him, and well, the more the merrier, right?"

Mikey looked up at her. She wiped away the rest of his tears with her sleeve, "Just saying... If you weren't there, I think we would've missed out on a very welcome addition to the family."

She beamed, "You have a knack for bringing people together! It's never too much—if anything, it's perfect because it's you! Never forget that."

"You mean it?"

"I wouldn't mess with you, Mikey," April assured, hand to her chest, "cross my heart and hope to die."

Mikey laughed and April let out a sigh of relief. He sprung onto his feet and the girl followed.

"Wanna get this mural done?" she asked. Mikey picked up his spray canister, looking at the unfinished piece then back at April.

"Can I... keep talking about my feelings while we continue?" he asked.

April's heart warmed as her smile widened. "Of course, I'll always be happy to listen!"

The sound of soldering tools clattering onto the table drew April away from her homework daze. Her head spun toward the source of the sound, and she saw it there: Donnie’s defeated silhouette hunched over the table with an array of tools and gadgets littering the desk.

Rolling her chair gently over to Donnie, she tapped on his battle shell to remind him of her presence. He tensed, immediately snapping his head to face her with wide eyes and immediately relaxing the moment he realised it was just her. There were the victories and exhaustion of being an inventor, the joys and pains of a craft so meticulously developed that burning out left a gaping hole in his plastron.

He turned back to the desk, immediately slumping. His arms were folded on the desk and he buried his head in them. April could only sit next to him, leaning against his arm, "You okay, Dee?"

Donnie paused. It lasted a while, and neither he nor April moved for a long time. She expected it to last all night; in which the only way she could help was to put her back on his shoulder and remind him that she’d be there. Instead, she felt him shudder and shake.

Those sobs were involuntary but were real nonetheless.

She didn't turn her head but leaned it back to assure him of her judgment-free presence. He was wounded, defeated, and angry—the sobs that wracked his shuddering frame reminded her of that. She opened her mouth to let out her assurances but stopped herself when Donnie was the first to speak.

"Tech is easy, it's supposed to be—as in, it's predictable and modifiable. Every variable is something I control and every unwanted result can be easily remedied with a few repairs of a few lines of code."

He paused, letting in a shuddering breath before letting it out. Not wanting to betray his trust, her eyes remained trained on the wall of existing tech Donnie had hung on the wall. A wall of his past and present glories.

"But sometimes, it doesn't cooperate. Wires get in the way, code becomes illegible, and every mistake I've made prior piles up to become a bigger problem."

Donnie leaned against her; she buckled under his weight but kept upright. Realising his mistake, he turned himself and April around. She looked at him, the tears at the edge of his eyes and the way he just left them there... As if he didn't know what to do with them.

"I'm sure you remember what I said, back in Witch Town," Donnie murmured, stiffening himself and holding the arms of his chair tight, "I'm the science guy. If I can't do that… If I keep messing up… Or if my fixes only get us into even more trouble then... Then what good am I?"

"Donnie," April started to get his attention. He didn’t look up to face her, but he didn’t evade her sight either. It was still something.

Tentatively, she guided one of his hands off the chair and squeezed his fingers reassuringly; an invitation to an embrace if he'd want one. He didn't move, but he didn't pull away, "You know you're more than just your tech. You’re not just the science guy, you're Donnie: the guy who loves to dance, the thespian out of all of us, and most importantly, our brother…"

He didn't seem convinced. Judging by the look on his face, this wasn't a long-term assurance that he'd be able to internalise. Even then, he leaned his head on her shoulder, letting April's hands squeeze his. This was probably the closest thing she'd get to a hug for the night.

"I'll keep reminding you as much as you need, okay? Donatello Hamato, you're always gonna be amazing, with and without your tech."

He made a defeated nearly inaudible murmur, but April would still consider it a win. She chuckled briefly, sighing.

"You know, you'll be more comfortable if you sleep in a proper bed."

He muttered something unintelligible, his free hand gesturing half of what he was saying (she couldn't even see with her positioning anyway). She got the gist of it though: he couldn't move. Or rather, he didn't want to. She chuckled.

"Fine, at least let me sit in your chair. It looks comfier," she teased. Much to her surprise, the softshell pulled back and moved a little, leaving April a small opening to squeeze into. She was lucky he didn't take up too much space on the seat as she folded comfortably into the space she was given.

She was glad her brother was so warm. Sitting shoulder to shoulder with both little regard for personal space and the least physical contact possible, she felt Donnie was the first to doze off. His head leaned on her shoulder, and she didn't need to look to know he was already down for the count.

"We love you, Donnie. Don't ever forget that."

A centuries-long feud between two clans finally met its end, but there was always an aftermath. More often than not, that aftermath was a fallout.

The old lair was trashed by the Shredder, and April nearly got lost in the city trying to find the new location. She had it easy, considering she wasn’t the one to have lost the childhood home her brothers grew up in and lived for so much of their lives in.

That wasn't her only focus though; something else plagued her mind, and it was something she should've discussed long ago.

"Hey, Raph, can we talk?"

The snapping turtle turned his head up to face April; she struggled to hide the grimace on her face. Barring the heavy bags under his eyes and the fresh wounds scattered around his body from the fight a week ago, Raph let slip a grave expression. Not a split second later, the big guy was already sporting a large smile, even if every other part of his body portrayed the opposite.

"Oh, sure!" It was his usual level of enthusiasm, just enough to put anyone at ease. However, with what April's seen, it’s hard to believe he was completely genuine.

April sat on the couch, tapping the space next to her. Raph dropped the boxes he was carrying (they made a surprisingly loud thud on the ground) before walking over. He was slow to sit down, making sure his sudden added weight on the cushion didn't cause her to go airborne.

She let out a sigh, looking up at the snapping turtle before speaking, "You uh... you remember how you guys unlocked your ninpo, right?"

She saw Raph bristle, as if recounting the events of that fateful day within that split second, but he kept his small smile intact. "Yeah."

April leaned against him, splaying her arms out and wrapping them around him; their size difference made it difficult to give him the same hug he could easily give others, but she gave it her best attempt anyway, even if Raph wouldn't notice. "You know you could talk to us, right?"

"Of course! Raph tries to, but... you know there are some things we shouldn't share..." Raph seemed to trail off there.

April raised an eyebrow. "Like?"

"Well, Raph's the oldest. I had to make sure everyone got out of that situation alive…"

She didn't like where this was going.

"And Raph had to keep it together, 'cause if I didn't, we all… who else would've…"

It was too much to put on a kid…

"Raph just wants to keep everyone safe…"

April could feel him begin to shake as he trailed off; he was holding back. She looked up, and the snapping turtle wasn't hiding his tears. Her face shifted to a solemn smile.

Raph may be an immovable mountain and April may also be a tiny human two-thirds his size. But she's also April O'Neil! And she wasn't going to let a size difference stop her from getting her point across!

She clamoured onto the table, using the added height to get in front of him and look at him at eye level. He looked up at her, eyes glazed. All she needed was his attention, at least for that moment. "The world needed a hero... but that was too much to put on a kid."

He looked away, "Raph wasn't a kid."

April pulled his gaze back to face her, her palms wiping away any tears he'd neglected to wipe away. "But Raph's younger than April, and that makes him a kid by default."

That made him laugh a little, a tired kind of laugh but one seething with an easy relief she'd never heard from him before. She continued, "Point is, you've played the hero... It's over. So now, you're allowed to just be a kid again."

She opened her arms up, and Raph immediately took the gesture as an embrace. Her spine was on the verge of cracking, but what were a few fractures for a hug anyway?

"Just be Raph, my big little brother," she finalised, "My big little brother who'll tell me if things are getting hard. M'kay?"

"Okay."

She smiled at that.

"Now, you'll also tell me if you need help moving stuff, right?"

"There's nothing much left."

April eyed the pile of boxes Raph carried around. It may not be that heavy to him, but she wasn't hallucinating when that thud sounded like an earthquake. She was quick to rush over to the pile, picking up a pile of boxes on the top. They had their heft, but it wasn't as heavy as she initially thought.

"Hey now, starting now, your big sister’s helping you out; this is the least I can do!"

Leo finally woke up and, unsurprisingly—on the count of a human's life being very busy, especially after an alien invasion, April was the last to see him. And because of her brand of April O'Neil luck, she walked in while he was sleeping.

She brought a few Jupiter Jim comics she borrowed before the whole Krang situation happened. She specifically brought the ones she knew Leo favoured, quietly wondering to herself why Leo let her borrow them in the first place.

April waited, not wanting to wake the slider up when he needed recovery. A part of her was ready to leave and try her luck when her schedule freed up again, only for a voice to stir her out of her dazed stupor. "April?"

"Leo!" She dashed in for a hug, immediately tracking back to leave him some space to breathe, "Ah! Sorry! Are you okay?"

She took a better look at Leo: it's easy to see, he'd certainly seen better days. Even then, he wore an easy smile. "I'm fine, never been better! Okay, well, I have but… You get it."

April let out a relieved sigh, wearing a melancholic smile. "Okay, good. Now…"

She was ready to yell, and Leo braced for it. Her face immediately fell, and she could imagine he already had this reaction with the guys. Maybe together, maybe individually, maybe with Splinter or either Caseys… It didn't matter. At that moment, she wanted to be selfish; she was also someone who was terrified and hurt and scared. She was the one holding a weeping Splinter when they thought they'd lost Leo. Forever.

It wouldn’t have been fair to him though. She sighed, resting her forehead on his shoulder. Her words came out weaker than she'd have liked, but at least they came out, "Don't... ever do that again."

She heard Leo chuckle as one of his arms raised to embrace her. "I'll try."

"Promise me."

"If I did, I'd’ve made that promise to everyone now," He chose his words carefully. It sounded like a tease, something to clown about, but he tried to distract away from his skirting around the promise. As if he wasn't sure he could keep it.

She didn't move back to confront him, to stare him down or to scold him; the guys had probably already had their turn anyway.

So she instead let out an exhale and leaned more comfortably against him. She forgot just how warm her brothers could be. "Can you at least tell me why you did that?"

He paused, hesitant (who wouldn’t be?), but spoke his piece anyway. He spoke as if this line of questioning was repeated over and over again, and that her questioning was the thing that broke his silence. "It's simple. It was either me or the world... And well, you guys were part of that world, so the choice was easy..."

"You're also part of that world."

"I endangered that world… I put all of you at risk!" The reply came quicker than she'd like; it was defensive, hurt. Something cold dripped onto the fabric of her shoulders, heavy and damp. April didn't dare interrupt. "If it wasn’t for me, there wouldn't have been a world to save..."

His tone felt angrier.

"There's a reality out there that ended because of something that I did…"

But his voice grew more desperate.

"And I'd rather die than let the world end twice!"

She did pull away this time. And she saw a glimpse of it: the kid who saw the end of his world; the kid who’d find an eternity of isolation preferable to that… as long as that world remained safe. He was quick to roughly rub his eyes with the palm of his hand. April grabbed his arm, gently guiding it downward.

"You stopped the apocalypse... You saved the world... And that's worth celebrating! But what we're asking you to do is to never sacrifice yourself again..." April gently wiped his lingering tears away, "You said it yourself... Between ourselves and the world, we’d choose the world. We all would've rather braved the end of the world with you than continue living without you, ‘cause our world isn’t complete without a Leo in it."

"You guys could do without me..."

"Hey now! Whoever told you that’s a liar, we’d be lost without you!" April grabbed his cheeks, pulling his face to meet her eyes. Strangely enough, it reminded her of a simpler time, before they had anything to do with anything mystic-related. Those times were long gone, either for better or for worse, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world, "You're worth more to us than you think, Leo... Please don't forget that."

She watched the small smile crawl onto his face. It wasn't tired or forced; it was involuntary, and that was all she needed. She let go, and it was Leo who initiated a one-armed hug. She smiled and gladly took the offer.

Time for a little fun.

"Also, the next person who says something bad about you's gonna get April O'Neil'd. And my bat doesn't discriminate against bedridden turtles."

It rained that night.

She walked up to the basketball court of her apartment. She wasn't about to skip out on a game just because of a little downpour!

Out in her raincoat, she picked up a ball and dribbled it amateurishly across the court. At least she was getting better... She threw the ball upward, wincing when it hit the edge of the backboard instead.

In a brilliant flash of her classic April O'Neil luck, the ball bounced off the edge and fell off the building. She didn't even try to run for it; it wouldn't be worth falling off the complex just for a ball, but she knew she'd have to go down anyway... By herself. Fun.

Steeling herself for the walk of shame, she turned to the roof entrance before pausing. The gentle tapper of a ball bouncing back up onto the rooftop court took her out of her daze. April turned to the source of the sound—she picked the ball up and walked over to where she thought she dropped it.

Peering over the edge, she stopped herself from screaming in terror when she saw it at first: four dark silhouettes of different sizes (three of them larger than herself) obscured by the alleyway's shadows, cartoonish yet intimidating white eyes staring right up at her.

Instead of running for the hills, she swallowed her initial hesitancy and gave the figures a nervous smile. "So... Thanks for the catch... Wanna try a game?"

There were whispers, then a flurry of movement towards her. She barely even had time to react before the silhouettes moved out of her sight to the rooftop behind her. She whirled her head around, unsure what she was expecting.

Four humanoid turtles towered in front of her. The largest of the four reached out, and April didn't even flinch when she realised he was taking the ball. "What are we thinking, boys?"

The one with a blue mask looked over the red one's shoulder, "Oh, hey! We know this one!"

The purple one peeked over Red’s other shoulder, "It appears to be a baské ball."

"You mean basketball?" Blue deadpanned.

“I said it right.”

“No one in the world says it like that!”

The orange turtle took the ball from Red, flipping over him with surprising dexterity and looking up and down at her. "You're serious about a match with us?"

Red chimed in, gesturing vaguely to their whole being, “Even with this whole situation?”

The girl blinked. It was a surprise, and maybe a little scary in the beginning, but these turtles were just... dorks. Her confused tight-lipped look shifted to a pleasant smile, "Well, yeah! If y'all already know the rules, let's start!"

"Up-pup-pup-pup-pup! Hold on, we need teams first," Blue butted in, "I say we do Rock, Paper, Scissors and whoever loses gets stuck with Donnie."

Purple (Donnie, she's assuming) placed a hand on his chest? Plastron? "Scoff! You all underestimate the value a mathematically gifted mind can provide!"

"The last time we played, you got the ball stuck in the hoop!"

"And I was also the one who got it out, Nardo!"

"Take it easy, fellas," Red grabbed the bickering turtles by the top of their shells, "Let's just let the human decide teams!"

"Good idea, the one who knows the least about us picks the teams," Donnie said. She genuinely couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or not.

Orange hopped over to her, rolling his eyes with the ball still in hand. "Don't mind them. Oh, we almost forgot to ask—what’s your name?"

She froze for a moment when the smallest turtle jutted his arm out. She took it quickly, "It's April! April O'Neil."

"April!" Orange echoed, before pulling away and hopping to the side of the other three turtles, "I'm Mikey, this one's Leo, the big one's Raph, and the one about to bite Leo is Donnie."

April blinked before laughing, "You guys are fun! All right, seeing as you make Donnie out as the weakest in B-ball, he'll be on my team—the winning team!"

She pulled the purple turtle by the sleeve. She noticed the way he jerked a little and tried to avoid her contact (fair enough), and she left their contact at that. The other three laughed.

"Oh? You underestimating us, O'Neil?" Leo smirked in defiance.

April crossed her arms, mirroring his competitive expression. "Sounds like you're underestimating me. I'm the queen of this court, you'll see!"

Mikey (as he called himself) pushed himself between April and Leo. "All right, all right, enough banter! Let's get this show on the road!"

He threw the ball into the air, and the game officially began. None of them knew any of the rules and played according to the stuff they saw on television. April may be amateurish, but it turned out the Turtles had no idea what they were doing. April was small and nimble enough to steal the ball from their dribbles, and the only one who was able to match her throwing accuracy was Leo.

Nevertheless, they all sucked at the game, but it was the most fun she had.

#writing #rottmnt #rottmnt trick or treat exchange #rottmnt trick or treak exchange 2023 #rottmnt april #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo

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chenyann · 1 year

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Alone together!

Riddle rosehearts

|°Rumor: Riddle and you have a study date but you seem to understand much of what's going on and you start to feel a bit sleepy!

|°Rumor warning: gn!reader, crushing, rushed, ooc(?),spelling error,non-edited, studying, Reader hardly says anything-

|°Keys:814

|°Ads: @mystaposts ahhhhh I'm so sorry this is short, it's bc I thought ur birthday was on the 7th and I got busy yesterday😭 but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MYSTA YOURE SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON TO TALK TO,I KNOW I DONT ANSWER UR DMS SOMETIMES THATs JUST BC IM FORGETFUL😭😭 BUT I TRULY LOVE TALKING TO YOU, I HOPE YOU HAD AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY!

Tapping echoed through the halls. The sun was finding its way through the giant windows in the hallway. It was a warm sunny day, the birds were chirping, so why was riddle frowning? Well to start us off you are late, really late. Not five or ten minutes late but 30 minutes late. Riddle likes things neat and to be on time, all of his assignments were done flawlessly exactly on time and his room is ordered properly 24/7. So yes, it made him a little upset that you were half-an-hour late. What was so important that made you this late? Usually if you were to be late it wouldn't be half an hour, it would be more like 15 minutes give or take.

The calming silence was interrupted by the quick pitter patter of someone's feet, when Riddle turned to see who it was he was greeted by the sight of you. “What was so important to make you so late?” Riddle asked, as he folded his arms around his torso. “Ace and deuce needed help with something..” you paused, looking at him to see if that worked or not. But to your surprise it worked well. Riddle let out a sigh thinking about those two reckless first years causing problems and breaking rules. For a moment he wanted to ask what happened this time but he didn't really want to know at this point. “very well” he said, as he entered the library. Yall chose a nice spot in the library and sat down shoulder to shoulder. A few days ago you were complaining about how your grades suddenly dropped. When Riddle asked to see some of your papers he knew why, you were terrible at math– how did you even come up with that answer!? Ridding being the kind soul he has offered to tutor you, it's definitely not because he has a fat crush on you and wants to spend time with you.

“Now shall we get started?” he asked, as he pulled out his notebook. You nodded and pulled out all of your things, Riddle watched as you were rummaging through your bag trying to find a pencil he guessed.“here.” the rose haired boy said as he gave you a yellow #2 pencil. You thanked him and looked down at the textbook, your eyebrows knitted together while you looked at the book filled with numbers and letters "whos idea was it to put letters in math" You thought to yourself.

Snap!

"Focus or you won't get anything done" Riddle said, noticing how you were glaring at the book. You nodded and asked riddle a few questions but other than that y'all didn't talk to each other much, which made riddle a bit upset. But you paused again looking at your paper. “do you need help?” Riddle asked with a raised brow, whether you said yes or no he decided to help you either way. “how about you try finding the answer to (x + y) first ” he said, watching as you scribbled on the paper. “now let me see.”

You showed him the paper and he looked at it with a small frown and spoke, “question two is wrong.” “Wait really!?” you asked, a huff left your lips as you sat your head in your arms. You muttered incoherent things before Riddle spoke, “would you like me to show you how to do it?” you nodded, as you placed your head in your arms and looked up at him. “you're gonna fall asleep like that” “no I'm not!” Riddle sighed, “if you fall asleep it's off with your head.” you felt yourself shudder as you imagined that collar around your neck, you nodded as you watched him explain. But you felt tired, you tried to stay up you really did but the feeling was too strong. Your eyes grew heavy and you felt so comfortable, too comfortable..

“Now divide (x) by 31 and you will get-” he stopped, looking down at your sleeping form. You fell asleep while I was explaining…. Should I wake you up..? Maybe I'll wait a bit, you may be able to focus if I let you rest for awhile….Riddle sighs as he looks down at your sleeping form, he gently takes the text books, pencil, plus all the other study materials yall had and sat them in their rightful places. Then he was met with your notebook, “I suppose I can look and correct your notes..” Riddle muttered, making sure not to wake you up by mistake. He was met with somewhat exceptional notes, but what really caught his eye were the small doodles of him. It was kinda cute. He sat the notebook down and got up to get a book to read while he waited for you to wake up. Of course he will discuss those doodles with you later.

#yako spreading rumors #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x mc

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stxramr · 2 years

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Lipstick & Perfume

Neige LeBlanche x Gender Neutral Reader

WARNING:Lime,questionable detailed lines,very gay if your a male reader,math.

`The strong scent of perfumes mixing together in the air was suffocating,while your lipsticks were another thing mixing.'

You were a student from R.S.A.

One that was suspiciously close to Neige LeBlanche.

You two were the best of friends.Always having each others backs,being there for one another during their toughest times.

Some even mistakened you two for a sweet loving couple.

Yeah,sure,sometimes you two can be touchy and deadly sweet to each other,but you were sure you were only friends,right?

Well,that doesn't matter if you and Neige were or weren't dating.

Lets move onto the present.

There was a big upcoming math test.If they were to miss it,their grades are more than sure to drop.

Since the best friends study with each other more often,Neige decided to call over you to his dorm room for a study session.

Of course,you quickly came to his room with your books,notebooks,and other needed school supplies.

He let you in,you plopped the materials down on the study table as he took a seat across from you.Sitting down yourself,you turned the first textbook open to a certain page and started to quietly study.

Minutes flew by quickly as you both studied in silence.Before any of you knew it,a whole hour was about to pass soon.

Both were wearing some sort of cologne or perfume,the scents lingered in the air.It didn't bother anyone,but if you two were to come too close,the smell would be very strong.

Another thing the two had on was some lipstick.Some chapstick,lip balm,maybe even lip tint.Just something that kept your lips a lively color.

Neige sighed,that didn't go unnoticed by you.Looking up to see him closing his book and laying his head down on it,you raised a concerned eyebrow at him.

"You good?"

He only mumbled something incoherent as he moved his head in a way he would be nodding if he didn't have his head down on the table.

"My head hurts.."

Was the only coherent thing he said in the middle of his mumbling.You chuckled lowly at him,putting your book aside,your elbow on the table with the side of your face resting on your opened hand.

"Maybe we should take a break from all that studying..."

He said another thing,but you didn't understand it so you asked him to repeat it again.

"It burnss.."

That made you a bit concerned.You stood up and went over to him,putting your hand on his shoulder,he looked up at you with clouded eyes and a red blush covering his cheeks.A frown was evident on his lips.

You put your other hand on his forehead to immediately pull it away from the burning heat.

"Oh my God!- Neige,You're burning hot!"

His shoulders slumped,he hung his head low again,groaning.He put a hand over his forehead to realize he was,in fact hotter than boiling water right now.

"We need to get you to the nurses office!you might have a fever!"

You obviously sounded panicked,while the beloved classmate you were panicking for looked like he was about to faint.

Pulling him up and putting your arm around his shoulder,you were gonna help him walk out his room, when he just stopped you.You asked what was wrong,he turned his head to look at you.

"I- I'm perfectly fine...No need to worry about me [__]-san..aha.."

Voice obviously sounding dazed and abnormal,he still kept refusing your attempts of bringing him to the nurses office.He was blabbering about some non sense about him being fine.

"No,Neige,You are not fine.At all.We need to bring you to the nurse-"

You turned him around to face you,grabbing his shoulders,the space between you two wasn't much,and he closed the space by crashing his lips onto yours.

Cupping your cheeks with his palms,he basically jumped at you,you both fell to the floor with a loud 'THUD'.Your breathe hitched,being caught in your throat.Your chest heaving up and down while not being able to breathe properly.

Your shaking hands reached up and wrapped themselves around Neige's neck.No,not the way you would be choking him.But the way where your arms would be loosely around his neck,your hands playing with his black hair and lightly tugging on it every once in a while.

While the smell of the branded perfumes mixing further the longer you two clinged onto each other,it wasn't really doing much on making any of you stop.

Yes,maybe he did pull away for some air but as soon as his breathe was steady again you leaned in for another one.

His lips were unbelievably soft,he tasted sweet.Like honey.In short,he was delicious.

The strong scent of perfume mixing together in the air was suffocating,while your lipsticks were another thing mixing.

#neige leblanche #neige x reader #twisted wonderland neige #twisted wonderland #gender neutral reader #x reader #mathematics #study session #lipstick #perfume #neige leblanche x reader

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celestial-productions · 9 months

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Since I haven't posted in a bit I wanna post something so I can at least confirm I'm alive. And to let y'all know who have asked me questions I will answer them soon! I'm just a bit busy with family stuff. So here's some of my lunar facial studies, I'm an art style impressionist and the style for the celestials was originally inspired by Julian Draws on twitter! So usually I do facial studies of images they have drawn before so I can get a good idea of how dynamic their faces are. And sometimes I try and make up my own faces and tweak them to my liking! That's why sometimes my style changes, hope it clears that up!

Another few things that I haven't really mentioned is that I haven't really explained a lot of things about Lunar Celestial because I've only really scratched the surface of his story. Originally I wanted to execute it through asks but so far I've been struggling to find a way to properly draw it out. So I've been thinking about writing it out. Though I do want to disclose. Lunar Celestial is essentially apart of a TSAMS AU that doesn't really include the main cast but they do have involvement, like sun, moon, eclipse, and killcode. Asides from that there isn't really any other relation except for the introduction of the newton star.

And a bit of insight on a few other things, Lunar Celestial is not a real animatronic nor a real Celestial. He is essentially not even real at all. He is what we call an imaginary friend and was made up by a child as a comforting father figure by ANDY or formerly known as ANNIE before his transformation (FtM). And essentially the whole reason this story began is because Andy abandoned him at the Freddy Fazbear Pizza Plex and sold him there so he could be apart of their franchise. Which resulted in him getting an animatronic shell so he could interact and walk around easier since other animatronics couldn't see him unlike how humans could, except for Roxy. He ended up working in the daycare and grew this hatred for children. I won't explain everything because I'd rather show it off through the story, but if there are any questions y'all wanna ask feel free. And if you don't want lunar answering those questions just let me know! I do have other stories I'm gonna add to this blog since this is a main hub account for all my projects, so I'll have this story, the main celestial story and a bunch others. They will have their own titles soon!

Some of the others in this drawing are random designs or celestials in a story.

#daycare attendant moon #daycare attendant sun #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf superstar daycare #moondrop #sundrop #art #daycare attendent #fnaf au #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #sams au

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shiny-jr · 1 year

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Is Grimm going to be in the fairytale au? And if so is it he gonna be like a Side kick for Mc?

I believe I answered this before, but Grim will not be present. If MC is technically already the sidekick, it'd be a little strange for the sidekick to have a sidekick. Especially since he wouldn't really have a role while MC does. Anyways, I'm gonna be studying like crazy these next few days, but I plan on sacrificing an hour or two of sleep for writing time. Last night I managed to get out of that little writers block, and I wrote like two whole pages for Riddle's result. So it's currently at around nineteen pages. Just to be clear, each of the guys will have some sort of relationship with MC. I won't say what yet, but I want to make them all distinct and unique, you know? So technically while the result will be labeled for the dorm leader, the MC will have a scene with each character from the dorm. It will play out in a sequence of events in the plot.

So for example, I just finished writing Ace's part last night. He'll have a scene in the beginning with the MC. Then I started writing Deuce's part. And later I'll get to Riddle's part, which will be towards the end. With Cater and Trey being more towards the middle.

I think I want each result to be around thirty pages, so in all with all seven results, you can expect over a little about 210 pages plus the questions. That's why I said this project will take time, but I will have time off after my exams so hopefully then I can get a lot more done. I have no idea when this will be complete, but hopefully it will be sooner rather than later.

Anyways, here's a sneak peek at Heartslabyul's result because I literally have no restraint and should not be showing this much so early yet here we are.

Abruptly the doors flew open, nearly causing you to shriek. But you managed to hold your tongue as you quickly placed your crown back on and clutched your staff. When your eyes focused on the door, you were surprised and almost relieved to see the figure of a short young man that had slammed the doors open. He was... rather adorable, actually. It caused you to tilt your head, endeared by his appearance. The young man had hair that shamed the red roses, and wide gray eyes. As soon as his eyes landed on you, however, his face grew flush and his expression twisted into one of rage. Immediately he slammed the doors shut behind him, stomping up to you, his heels violently clicking against the tiled floors. When the short young man was in your face, another horrible realization dawned on you. With that crown on his head and his wondrous red garbs, this could only be the queen. Or at least, someone meant to be the red queen. “You knave! Where have you been lurking?!” “I…” You were at a loss for words. What were you supposed to say? What was the king even doing before you got here? Most importantly, how would you avoid this queen’s wrath? At your lack of a response, he only seemed to grow more frustrated as he threw wild accusations, “You–– You’ve been sneaking about, seducing the men of my court, haven’t you?! I shall have your head––!” “Wha–– N-No, I haven’t!” You blurted out. The king was originally beheaded because the queen was jealous and thought she would lose him to others. So if you could assure him that your heart belonged to him, well… survival just might be possible. Although acting wasn’t necessarily your strong point, you could only try for the sake of living another day. Nervously you smiled, throwing aside your staff as you lifted your hands to gently hold his fist he had been angrily waving near your face. Thank god he didn’t have a knife or anything of the sort, or you feared he may have tried to stab you out of raging envy. “H-How could I ever dare to throw my loyalty to you away…? You are amazing…! I apologize sincerely if I haven’t been able to express my love for you properly. Sometimes it feels like you’re really too much for my heart to handle, you in all your… glory…!” Oh god, this was going terribly. All you could do to give the messy act a bow to top it off, was lean your head down and hesitantly kiss the back of his hand. Miraculously, that seemed to work. Almost. The queen’s face was no longer as flushed, but his gray eyes gazed down at you through his lashes as you lingered at his hand. Suspicion was still evident in his eyes. “How do I know?” “H-Huh…?” “How do I know you aren’t lying? How do I know you won’t leave me as well? How do I know that you still love me? Prove it to me.” Those gray eyes of his watched you carefully, seemingly unhappy with your lack of a response. After about five seconds of no answer, his face scrunched up and he bellowed, “Guards!! Gua–– mmph!”

#shiny speaks #work in progress

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I've been meaning to write that gush post 2019!Erika style like I promised a few days ago but I keep watching the typing thingy blink at me on the screen and I just ???? How am I supposed to put into words how much Arthur Fleck means to me??? How can I do it? How am I supposed to articulate the fact that he's been my rock every day for the last (almost) four years?

How do I tell you about the sheer number of times I've been on my bathroom floor at 3am sobbing into my hands, trying so hard not to make a sound so I don't wake anyone up, and the only reason I've had it in me to brush off my tears, stand up and face the day is because of, smile, through your fear and sorrow, smile, and maybe tomorrow... or that's life, that's what all the people say... or step step step step step? How am I supposed to tell you that I have problems with food and it's easier for me to skip a meal but I have to actively coax myself into making something to eat, and most if not all of the time, I go and make myself food because eat, you need to eat (if food is pre-prepared, I have NO problem. It's just the effort and energy behind making the food which stumps me but I'm working on it)?

How do I tell you about all the times I get so frustrated with the work-study imbalance or not understanding something in my psych or counselling books that I end up banging my head on my desk and then I remember how horrified I feel every time Arthur does the same, and I stop because I'm sure he'd be horrified if he walked in on me doing it? How do I tell you about how, in my darkest moments, even when my cat can't get a smile out of me, Arthur can? How do I tell you that most mornings, on my way to work, I'm yawning, then chugging some coffee, wiping tears of frustration and/or exhaustion away, then yawning again, chugging coffee... for forty five minutes, this is my commute to work (and then from work), and sometimes I stop and do I have to do this again? I just did it yesterday and the day before and I'm tired but then I'll think about how soul-deep exhausted Arthur always was but he did it anyway and therefore, so can I? How do I tell you about all the times I've wanted to quit uni or I've been awake for 32 hours without a nap or any rest due to clashes between work and uni schedules or I've been awake until 3am working on assignments for uni only to then get up at 5am for work and I've been so tired I have cried every time I'm left alone, and I've wanted to quit uni and my job but ultimately I've picked myself up and got back in the race, that's life... and carried on because I started this for Arthur, because he and he alone inspired me so deeply that I took up a job which allows me to help vulnerable people, while doing a degree which will allow me to even further help people? And I've thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it, and if I didn't think it was worth one single try...

How do I say any of this to you in a way which satisfies my heart that it's said everything correctly? How do I tell you any of these things in such a way that the sheer gravity of what he's done for me is properly articulated and put across?

I can't do it.

I just... I can't.

I don't even feel like I can say I love Arthur because it feels like such a silly statement when I compare it to the deep ache in my chest, the way I smile so hard it actually hurts my face, the way he makes the worst of days feel like they ultimately don't matter much because at least I can crawl into bed and watch him on a screen and feel like I'll be okay in the end, because how can I not be when he's up there on my screen, struggling but trying his hardest, and I'm doing exactly the same thing? If Arthur can handle it, so can I. Because no matter how bad my days get, I have some constants - my hair, coffee, music, my cat, my friends on here, fiction - but Arthur... he's the constant constant. He's seen me through grief, loss, tragedy, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, health scares, doctors appointments, operations, interviews, dentist appointments, fear, worry, stress, sorrow, sadness... through all of that, he's helped me to get back on my own feet and take another step, even if that step is right up on my tip-toes because I can't handle a proper step. But he's also seen me through happiness, joy, elation, pride, achievement, progress, he's seen me so happy I've cried, so excited I've squealed and jumped up and down and spun in circles while giggling, he's seen me through the last four years of my life and I'm sure he's gonna be with me for the rest of my life.

I don't know what our lives would look like together. I used to imagine it so vividly, but I'm not the same person I was four years ago - thankfully - but now I can barely see Arthur loving me. I mean, I know it, but I don't know it. Not like I used to. I feel like I've grown so much in this time that he would look at me and not be able to recognise me. My hair has grown out from when it used to be just like his in terms of length, and now it's just two or three inches away from my tailbone, I have glasses now, my room is always a mess because I don't have the time to clean it but if I do have the time, then I don't have the energy, I'm always a good few weeks behind on uni work, I'm always tired, and I just... even now, I look at Arthur and I look at me and I just can't... how??? And yet, at the same time, I have a firm belief that he and I would be a slow burn; we're both painfully shy but I always reach a point where it's like I get sick of my own shit and that's when I act, so maybe I'd be the reason we even talk to each other right in the very early days.

The way I envision our life together now is not at all how I used to envision it and I'm grateful for the change in perception but also I worry that as I am now, our 2019 Arthur wouldn't love me. But perhaps that's just my self-destructive streak making noise; it's much louder when I get stressed and unfortunately for me, I'm always stressed and tight-chested. Between a highly physically and emotionally demanding job which, even when I'm not on shift, I am still dealing with work commitments and group chats and stuff like that, and university, I am swamped, but then I get changed out of my work uniform and slide my Arthur hoodie back on or I come home and grab my Joker cushion and hold it tight or I get out of the shower and put my rings back on, and I feel like I can breathe again.

I would take every punch, every hit, every insult, every rude word, every glare, every 'joke' his co-workers make, I would take everything if it meant that Arthur would be healthy and safe and protected and cared for and loved. I want to take all of those violent marks and bruises across his body and replace them with love, make him feel like he can come home to me every night just like I get to come home to him every night, too. I feel most myself when I watch Joker because I see 2019 Erika, 2020 Erika, 2021 Erika, 2022 Erika, and now 2023 Erika is seeing all those Erikas, changed and new, and seeing an Arthur who is never changing and always the same, and I always find myself in this film. It's my true ultimate comfort and I wouldn't be here or be where I am without this film or without all the things Arthur has taught me. He's made me kinder, gentler, softer, he made me realise what I want to do in life, and I am forever grateful to the man who saved me. I've said it before, not in great detail, but the people who know, know; Arthur saved me. Oncoming traffic was too strong a temptation before I walked into the cinema on the 4th October 2019, and when I walked out, I found myself stepping out of the way of the road so I could go back the next day to see Joker again. And I did. Again and again and again and again until I looked at myself and realised I hadn't seriously thought about traffic or cliffs for months.

And since the day I realised that, I haven't once looked back. I only glance over my shoulder now and then to see how far I've come, and then I face my front again and step step step step step -

And I keep Arthur tightly in my heart all the while because I'm scared that if I let go of him for even a SECOND, 2019 will become my reality once again. It almost is happening again, I'm right on the edge, but I'm holding onto Arthur tightly. I'm keeping him right here with me to remind me that he is my reason. For my life, for my job, for my degree... I want to be someone he would be proud of, someone he could look at and love as deeply as I love him. He's a beautiful tragedy and I love absolutely everything about him. Everything. And we all know that Joker is the part of Arthur I always lean to the most, he's the one I think of for anything, he's the one I picture holding me when the world has me on my knees in my bedroom or in the bathroom, he's the one I picture brushing my hair and braiding it, he's the one I picture through it all, and I don't know if the start of Joker would bring about an end to what Arthur and I have or if he would only deepen it... I don't know if Joker would love me too but I do know that I only love him more because he's Joker. His lap is my crimson throne, his body is my weighted clown blanket, and I... I don't feel like I can say I love him, as I said, it seems silly in comparison, but it's the only phrase I have.

All I know is, if I thought I had even half a chance with Arthur, I would break down every carefully constructed wall around me, every promise to myself, and I'd let him in. I swore, almost six years ago, never again, but four years ago, I swore that I'd let one man in. Just one.

Arthur. Joker. Carnival. Whomever he is, he's my one and only, and I wish I could say even half of this stuff to him.💖

#tw; disordered eating #tw; negativity #tw; i get personal #self-shipping #erileck #tw; suicidal ideation

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