#ive unfortunately fallen in love with someone

[redstarwriting]

the clash | masterlist

hobie brown x goth!reader

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The punk lifestyle is that of beliefs and hopes. The world can be changed. Anarchy can be accomplished, it’s not just a dream.

The goth lifestyle is that of cynicism and despair. Nothing changes, definitely not the world. Anarchy can never be accomplished, the selfish nature of humans assures that.

In theory, the two of you should have been great friends. Best friends, even. He’s called Spider-Punk, and you’re called Spider-Goth, this alone made Miguel assume the two of you would get along better than all of the Peters. Unfortunately for Miguel, he was dead wrong.

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chapters

i. ------ hey, ho! let’s go!

ii. -----  time bomb

iii. ----  black planet

iv. ----- london calling

v. -----  ever fallen in love

vi. ----- (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)

vii. ----  i wanna be sedated

viii. ---- love you to death

ix. ----- last caress

x. -----  brand new

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#masterlist #spiderpunk masterlist #hobie brown masterlist #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader #theclashofthespiderverse

[rainbowmothed]

a collection of angsty quotes that reminded me of vaggie. inspired by @ lookinginsidemymind on tiktok.

“i think i was born to sting,”

but i don't mean to.”

“im not a violent dog. i dont know why i bite”

“how the absence of someone can feel like the absence of myself.”

“wish you were here. you could tell me what to do.”

“i am angry, i am unlovable. i am mostly afraid those things are true.”

“please stop yelling at me please scratch my back please stick up for me in a conversation i am listening to from the top of the stairs. you are my girlfriend, act like it”

“i wear the army's anger like a hand-me-down. the hotel says it does not look good on me”

“i do not know how to love something without sinking my teeth into it”

“i am the girl screaming. i am also the girl begging to not be screamed at.”

“what if i become angry like my past self. what if i already have?”

“i would do anything to become someone worth keeping around”

“why are you running away?”

“i must search every corner of the world to search for the girl i once was. to get rid of her, once and for all”

“i am so adam's top girl it hurts. can you tell?”

“i love you.”

“sometimes, i think love and violence are the same”

“if my past was a tooth, id tie a string around it and slam the door on those memories.”

“but it is not. i cannot.”

“i am flying way too close to the sun and id like to say the heat burning my skin makes me feel alive but i really just want the blisters to prove ive been hurt”

“i am messy. everything i let go of has claw marks. i am stubborn. i have never met a hill i wouldn't die on”

“i've been holding onto this grief so long it feels as familiar as the turns into my neighborhood when i've fallen asleep in the car.”

“i want to wake up now. i want to let it go”

“how could i forget? does the tree forget the axe?”

“i stuffed myself into this cocoon. now i beg for transformation”

“thank you for putting flowers in my messy room im sorry for making you mad at me i didn't mean to but unfortunately there's something wrong with me”

“im trying my best im trying my best that's all i can do”

“sometimes this girl's best is judging everyone else to distract herself from the fact that she hates herself more than she could ever hate anything else”

“i love like a dog. not in the cute, fluffy way; in the discarded, disgusting mutt way. i whine for any scraps of affection i am given”

“sometimes, you are so accustomed to hate you cannot fathom love. you reject it.”

“i don't think my creator knows my favorite color. or my birthday.”

“i wish i could look at myself in the mirror without crying”

“i love you with what in me is unfinished; i love you with what in me is still changing”

“someday i will sail away from the shame i carry. for now, i am merely a passenger”

“you're holding onto something that doesn't exist anymore”

“unclench your fists.”

“this grief isnt tangible but oh god how i can feel it”

“this is an automated message, please don't reply. we are calling in regard to your father”

“we mean your creator. we mean the man that raised you. we mean the man that said he raised you.”

“sorry, we dont know what we mean, because you don't know what we mean”

“we apologize for any miswording. we apologize the way they will never apologize. when will you accept that?”

“sometimes i dont want to get better just to show you how bad it was”

“i am afraid that if i open myself i will not be able to stop pouring. why do i fear becoming a river? what mountain gave me such shame?”

“you keep asking if i would die for you. i keep asking why you want me dead”

“good enough to grab. they always put me back, though. 🐟”

“im sorry for saying sorry”

#vaggie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin angst #hazbin hotel angst #hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hellaverse #lesbian #chaggie #chaggie angst?? #fallenwings #lute x vaggie but they're exes #vaggie angst #sad thoughts #poetry #hazbin poetry #moth's hazbin poetry

[iikisa]

part 1

so. this is part one of a red dragon!krs fic ive been building up… this first chapter doesnt really have much much interesting scenes as of right now, and I’d love love love the input from everyone on how to continue, ideas for characters, and if theres anything i should consider changing!! that doesnt mean that i’ll be changing everything according to commenters, but i’d value all opinions to help build this plot 🥲

I’ve already finished around 3 similar length chapters and recently got stuck, so think of these posts as drafts and final revisions will probably go officially on AO3. thanks everyone 🤪

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Oh, Pitiful Dragon (1)

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Ever since his birth, the child longed for death. If it could take away his pain and grant his freedom, he’d trade anything he had so scarce of already. And on a particularly horrible day— the day that terrible man decided he would rip out his heart and use it for evil— the little child met a god.

The God of Death.

He thought it was ironic, seeing how soon his own demise was due soon. But this God didn’t come to reap his death, rather it came to propose a deal.

And the red dragon would accept any deal to be free of this pitiful life.

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Kim Roksoo awoke suddenly from his slumber. His vision was black and only began to adjust to his blurred version after continuous blinking. Why was it so dark? And how had he fallen asleep? He was just finishing Volume 5 of The Birth of a Hero series and now— wait, are those chains?!

His eyes blew open and his vision was finally adjusted to the pitch darkness that surrounded him. He tried to stand but winced when pain spiked all across his body. Only then did he realize just how badly injured he was. Why was he so weak? Had someone kidnapped and beat him to a pulp?! He was completely blinded by the inexplicable pain that he hadn’t realized something much more important. No— wait, pain is important! It’s definitely concerning! But… why was his whole body covered in crimson scales?

‘Oh geez, well isn’t this new.’

Shortly after he had that thought he passed out from exhaustion and shock.

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When Kim Roksoo woke again, he was practically being strangled. He quickly gasped for air and focused in on his current situation. He was being held up tightly by a metal collar on his (very, very sore) neck by some strange man in front of him. His hair was a long, spiky mess of blond and didn’t look very well-maintained. But his eyes… they were bloodshot red and had a crazed glint to them.

‘Crazy bastard…!’

Roksoo’s breathing was beginning to strain more and more, and suddenly he felt something prick beneath his scales painfully. He looked down and saw a clear tube running from his body all the way through an open passageway not so far from him. His blood began flowing through it.

‘Blood— They’re.. taking my blood?’

His thoughts were becoming even more incoherent by the second but after securing the clear tube into the little red dragon, the crazed man dropped him to the floor.

“You’re blood is so pure and vibrant, it’s so beautiful.. just like the color of your scales! It will definitely aid our liege and his cause. Haha!”

All Roksoo could think of was how crazy this lunatic was. He was still heavily panting, because honestly when was he not at this point, but thankfully he hadn’t passed out again. Instead, he glared with all his being towards the crazy bastard standing above him. Unfortunately, it only seemed to excite the lunatic even more.

“Maybe I really should visit you more. That look in your eyes gives me chills!”

Mumbling to himself, the psycho soon left the room through the very passage his blood was being drawn towards, and Roksoo was left alone; unprotected and cold. He hated feeling this way. These people didn’t seem to want him alive for so long, considering his “luxury” treatment. He was going to miserably die at their hands sooner or later. And he was too weak to do anything about it.

His eyes suddenly flashed with memories— no, records— of his fight with the second unranked monster to plague Korea. Lee Soohyuk and Choi Jungsoo… he had let them die. It was his fault and he knew it. It was something he’d regret for the rest of his life. But… they had told him to keep living. To keep living for them. He couldn’t die. It didn’t matter how he got into this situation. He’d rather crawl in shit than die this pathetically. He’d survive his new predicament— this new life that’s been granted to him. He’d survive.

He’d definitely survive to smack these bastards in the back one day.

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Roksoo had spent weeks in that dark hell. His blood continued to flow from his body to somewhere unknown, he was paid violent visits by that lunatic, and he got weaker and weaker because of it. But his will didn’t waver for a second. Whenever someone came in to check on him, he’d mark it in his mind every time. Soon enough, he learned their patterns and found openings. He finally had a plan to escape this hell, no matter how many holes there were.. it was a chance.

With his limited information, there was only so far he could get, but somewhere deep inside him, he knew he’d manage. So, he followed his instincts. The minute his opening came, he used all the strength he had gathered and focused.

‘Concentrate. Concentrate on that feeling you’ve been accumulating, Roksoo!’

Suddenly, Roksoo felt as if he’d achieved some sort of enlightenment like the ones described in murim stories. He felt an overwhelming warmth spread throughout his body and a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins exponentially. This power… He didn’t know where it had suddenly manifested from, but he was sure now. He could get out of here using it. His mind and body began working beyond their limits, and eventually everything around him felt like it was moving at a snails pace.

‘Instant..?’

His second ability from his past life, Instant. Time would seize and he could move freely for a short while. With a heavy cost on his body of course.

‘But this… it’s similar to instant, but it’s not completely it. I think— No, I can definitely handle this much better than what I’ve been able to before in Korea.’

His new body must’ve integrated Instant into another power. And this new power was about to help him escape. A small smirk graced his torn and bloodied face. Perfect.

Shackles that were tying his limbs down shattered beneath the little dragon’s feet in the blink of an eye, and in a literal instant he was darting across the passage with his slashed and scarred limbs.

‘Keep going. I have to keep going and get out of here!’

He was sprinting through the corridors, and if anybody had looked his way all they would’ve seen was a long, red blur. A bright light was beginning to seep in between the cracks in the ceiling of the dark man-made cave he was confined in.

‘Screw the consequences, we’re blasting through!’

With incredible speed, Roksoo was right beneath the seeping cracks of light and expanded his unused wings for the first time. His wingspan barely fit within the wide corridor as he spread them out and up, blasting off from his spot on the ground and flying like a rocket towards the ceiling. He was making it out.

Just as he impacted and the dust and debris had shot up everywhere, he spotted a few individuals standing far off in the sunlight. The most notable was a red haired main of fairly tall stature completely frozen in place by Roksoo’s sudden escapade. He wore a strange white mask over his upper face, his eyes a bright red with hints of brown. The person looked far to similar to Roksoo. His prominent crimson red and his own piercing reddish-brown eyes. They would’ve looked entirely the same if it weren’t for Roksoo’s current form.

He only locked eyes with the man for a split second, and continued shooting up into the sky. He began to hear shouts and alarms blaring within his vicinity. He had been encaged in a mountain with a large encampment stealthily surrounding it. He’d remember this exact spot.

Massive fireballs and arrows began piercing the sky in an attempt to bring Roksoo down, but he clumsily maneuvered around each and just barely grazed a few on his crimson scales. Suddenly, a blinding white spear had crossed his vision. And before he knew it, another had pierced right through his wing, tearing it open a considerable amount. Roksoo stifled the cry of pain that threatened escaping his lips, and instead gritted his teeth and continued to fly towards any kind of safety. Anything other than here will be safe, he just needs to lose these bastards first. The adrenaline rush he had originally received numbed all the pain in his body, but he knew that wouldn’t last with his current levels. He had to make use of every last bit of this power that he had in him.

He flew over an ocean and kept flying as far away as he could. Eventually he reached the mainland. The forest underneath him was dark and vast, a perfect hiding spot. He glides over the tree-line and with his remaining strength he just barely managed a suitable landing right by a flowing river. His landing was a little on the rough side and he was still so sore, but… he had finally made it out. He was successful. Now, he could truly live a slacker life! Wait— he still needs to get back at the bastards who had tortured him in the first place. Ah.. he also needs to secure enough funds for his slacker life as well.

Sigh.

Roksoo had much to do before he got to live a peaceful life.

‘But first, let’s just lay here a little while longer…’

Roksoo succumbed to his exhaustion and pain, entering a deep slumber.

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THANKS FOR READING to the end !! please let me know ur input, things i could change, add, etc, i lack a lot in this field and value ur feedback ! 😋

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[sixzeroes]

take my breath.

summary | lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.

characters | lee donghyuck x reader(f).

genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, strangers-to-lovers, meet-cute au, high school au, non-idol au.

warnings | profanity, me projecting my distaste for skinny jeans sorry hyuck ily, mentions of religion (hyuck is my fav church boy), he calls reader ‘princess’ :o like once tho lol, second-hand embarrassment,, mentions of jisung liking ive’s gaeul, not proofread so it’s probs all over the place sorry :P

word count | 5.5k.

37.5MHz | take my breath by nct dream ⋆ first love by sondia ⋆ lucky by exo.

it was time i had a more shy mc in my fics 💪💪 also this is me just projecting my dream meet-cute scenario that i always wish would happen during the damned winter lol!! ty all sm for waiting for this ep, i hope u enjoy ^^ ep.03 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!

SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS, AND WHEN THE BOYS get together, Lee Donghyuck’s entire video game setup comes out. 

Today is the second day of January, and in celebration of the New Year, Donghyuck has invited some of his closest friends over for an entire day of video games. Huang Renjun, Lee Jeno, Liu Yangyang, and Osaki Shotaro have their hands on a controller. Zhong Chenle is busy calling his girlfriend whereas Na Jaemin is immersed in a podcast about bunnies. To his left, Mark Lee is stressing over university course selections, and to his right, Park Jisung is scrolling through an unknown girl’s Instagram. 

Donghyuck, being the Donghyuck he is, scooches over to Jisung with a mischievous smile. 

“Who’s that?” he asks, startling the younger boy. “Your girlfriend?”

Jisung’s face turns red and Donghyuck wishes he had his phone right now to capture the scene. “N—No! She’s not my girlfriend—just a classmate, that’s all.” 

That’s what Jisung says, but Donghyuck can tell that something is amiss. He nudges Jisung and wiggles his eyebrows. “Then is she a crush?” 

Jisung resembles a beet. 

“She is?” the older one coos, pinching the first year’s mochi-like cheek. “What do you like about”—he pauses to read the name—“Kim Gaeul?” 

“I don’t know,” Jisung honestly responds, looking down at his unlocked phone. “She’s really pretty and good at dancing.”

“It was love at first sight,” Chenle budges in with a dreamy sigh. In his eyes, the joy of teasing sparkles. “He’s been stalking her Instagram ever since November.” 

Donghyuck scrunches his nose at Chenle’s words. “Love at first sight? You’re kidding, right?”

Jisung shakes his head. “Why would I be kidding?”

Because ‘love at first sight’ is fake, Donghyuck wants to scoff, but he decides to keep that to himself. Jisung is obviously smitten with this girl, and as his older brother figure, the last thing Donghyuck wants to do is smash his innocent feelings. He instead opts to say, “You should at least follow her Instagram.” To that, Jisung vehemently shakes his head, and the topic is dropped at once. 

Donghyuck doesn’t believe in love at first sight. To him, love is something that occurs over time, not seconds. How can someone claim they love another when all they know is what they look like and their name? There’s no depth to love at first sight, no authenticity. Perhaps he’s being antagonistic, or maybe he’s just realistic. Either way, there is no such thing as ‘love at first sight’ in Donghyuck’s dictionary, and it will be like that for the next one hundred years. 

That was him yesterday, and whoever he was yesterday is not who he is today. 

Lee Donghyuck thinks he’s fallen in love at first sight. 

The road to the local CU is short but icy, an unfortunate outcome of the repeated snowfall throughout the past few weeks. The boys had slept over after last night’s truth or dare session seeped into the early hours of today. Even now, six of them are sprawled all across his living room while Renjun is tucked into Donghyuck’s sister’s bed. Mark walks beside him, the Canadian boy lounging in a sweater and a pair of basketball shorts despite the cold weather. Compared to him, Donghyuck is donning a thick winter jacket and a wool scarf for good measure. 

“You look funny,” comments Mark, his hands finding solace in his sweater pockets. 

Donghyuck shoots him a glare. “In Korea, someone like you is more likely to be stared at than me.”

The two make their way down the sidewalk to where CU is, finding themselves lost in a heated debate on whether Overwatch or League of Legends is a better game. (Donghyuck is a firm believer in Overwatch supremacy.) Mark exasperatedly shakes his head at Donghyuck’s stance, hands gesturing all over the place as he asserts why the younger one is completely and blatantly wrong. Donghyuck, in turn, groans in vexation, his chest muddled with frustration. 

Donghyuck turns the corner. “Mark, you don’t underst—”

One moment, he’s breathing like a regular person. Half a second later, Donghyuck feels as if the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Oh great, he thinks as a body crashes into him and his arms instinctively wrap around them, what a wonderful way to start the day.

“Oh my God,” a small voice squeaks, clearly mortified at the predicament. His focus is hazy from the impact, blinking to clear his blurring gaze. “I am so, so sorry!”

Donghyuck glances at the figure in his arms and his eyes double in size. “Woah…” he mumbles, zoning out of his surroundings. 

You pull away from his embrace, pink cheeks displaying your embarrassment. You profusely bow, avoiding eye contact with the boy. “I’m so sorry about this! Uh,” you crouch to pick up the bus card you’d dropped, “sorry! And thank you for catching me. Have a great day!” 

One moment, you’re standing in front of Donghyuck and Mark. Half a second later, you’re turning the corner with great urgency. 

Mark blinks. His lips are parted in confusion but no sound leaves his mouth. It takes him a minute to absorb the fast-paced situation. Finally, he says, “What the fuck was that?”

Donghyuck grazes a hand over his pounding heart, feeling the irregular beat through the several layers of thick winter clothes. Suddenly, he’s hotter than the sun despite the freezing weather. His ears are no longer tinted pink from the cold, but rather, a shade of crimson from the encounter. There’s an exhilarating feeling in his stomach, butterflies swarming his gut. He can vaguely hear Mark call his name in the background, the older guy tapping his shoulder. 

Is this what Jisung felt like?

Did Donghyuck just fall in love at first sight? 

“Melk,” he whispers—Mark makes a face at the nickname—one hand still over his heart, “I think I’m in love.” 

Mark coughs. “I’m sorry, what?” 

“So, let me get the facts straight,” says Renjun, hands folded as he digests the contents of Mark’s retelling. “You caught some girl from falling onto the ice by basically hugging her and now you’re in love with this girl who’s name you don’t even know?” 

Donghyuck dreamily sighs. “Yeah.” 

Jaemin flops onto the ground. “I think you’re insane.” 

Donghyuck dreamily nods. “Yeah.”

The group of boys simultaneously shake their heads at Donghyuck’s lovestruck expression, (understandably) ridiculed at how smitten he is with a random girl he met on the streets. Donghyuck, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about your flustered frame from earlier. He’s never before seen a girl as cute as you. If he was in a K-Drama, he’s certain CGI flowers would have decorated the screen. 

“Did you get a good look at her face?” asks Shotaro, invested in Donghyuck’s love life. 

The male lead smiles. “She’s so pretty.”

Yangyang whistles. “Recognise her from anywhere, maybe?”

Donghyuck’s smile falls. His head hangs low. “No. She doesn’t look like a student at our school—I would definitely remember her face if she was. She did seem to be around our age, though.” 

“If she was in our area,” says Jeno, patting his friend’s gloomy back, “there’s a chance you’ll see her again. Could be from a different block of complexes.” 

“Yeah,” Chenle chimes in, briefly looking up from his Nintendo Switch. “If she was running the opposite way, she might’ve been going to the bus stop.” 

Donghyuck perks up at that thought. “Maybe,” he excitedly murmurs. The seed of hope has begun to grow in his heart. Jeno and Chenle are right; why else would you be in this neighbourhood if you didn’t live nearby? As his friends scoot back to their respective activities, Donghyuck bites his lower lip in anticipation. 

Perhaps, he will run into you sooner than expected. 

Fate must hold a special spot in her heart for Donghyuck. 

Roughly thirty-three hours after his meet-cute with you, Donghyuck decides to go for an ice cream run with Yangyang at seven in the evening. (Renjun was going to join, but Donghyuck’s sister insisted on cuddling and being the sweet boyfriend but terrible best friend he is, Renjun happily agreed. Donghyuck is not on good terms with his younger sister anymore.) 

Yangyang rummages through the ice cream bars, searching for his go-to Seolleim. Donghyuck grabs a Nugabar and a Screwbar—he contemplates on giving one to Renjun, but ultimately decides on eating both of them instead. 

His money, Renjun’s loss. 

“Hello,” Donghyuck absentmindedly greets the cashier, placing the ice cream bars on the counter for scanning. He fishes out his card to pay, sticking the slim plastic into the machine. When the payment is complete, Donghyuck grabs his snacks and glances up to say his thanks. 

Your pretty yet exhausted smile greets him back. 

“You—!” His words are caught in his throat, taken aback at the scene before him. He tilts his ball cap from obscuring the top of his view. “The girl from yesterday!” 

Your eyebrows crinkle, adorning a puzzled expression. Then, after studying his face for a second, your eyes widen in remembrance. “Ah! The guy from yesterday!” 

(Yangyang watches from the sidelines.) 

The fatigue has now been replaced by sheer embarrassment and adrenaline from yesterday’s events, your ears burning red. “I’m so sorry about yesterday.” you apologise again, bowing for the nth time. “I hope you weren’t hurt anywhere!” 

Donghyuck rapidly shakes his head, sticking his hands up in denial. “No! No, I wasn’t hurt. Were you?”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t, thanks to you.” you softly reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. “I’d like to make up for my clumsy mistake, if that’s alright. Please, take something from the store for free.” 

(Yangyang snatches a bag of shrimp crackers.) 

Donghyuck refuses. “No, it’s okay. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyway.” 

(Yangyang slowly returns the bag of shrimp crackers.) 

“Are you sure?” you ask, lips pouting. 

Donghyuck finds you irresistibly cute. He can’t believe he’s never seen you around before, with your lovely lips and charming eyes. Hell, he’s never written poetry before, but with the way his mind won’t stop illustrating your beauty, he’s bound to replace history’s best poet with ease. Lee Donghyuck is attracted to you. He wants to see you again, and again, and again. The gears in his mind spin as a fantastic idea generates in his head. 

“Maybe,” he slowly starts, scanning your face, “if you really want to make up for it, you can give me your name instead.” 

(Yangyang suppresses a shriek.) 

The red spreads from your ears and neck to your cheeks and Donghyuck thinks you’re a gift sent from God. His parents didn’t get him the PC set he’s been wanting for ages, so as retribution, the heavens sent you right into his arms. Literally. 

You tug at your sweater, averting your gaze. “Y/N,” you speak timidly. “My name is Y/N.” 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Donghyuck gently grins, his heart rate accelerating at the progress he’s made. “I’m Donghyuck.” 

When you softly smile at him, Donghyuck believes he saved the world in his previous life. 

“Maybe,” Yangyang mimics to the boys, “you can make up for it by giving me your name instead.”

The crowd hollers, hounding a proud Donghyuck with pats on his back and slaps to his shoulders. 

It’s been four days since Donghyuck got your name, and he’s returned to the convenience store every evening in hopes of seeing you again. Unfortunately for him, your shifts did not align with his visits, and Donghyuck is starting to wonder if he hallucinated the entire encounter. (No, he couldn’t have; not when Yangyang continues to reenact the entire scene during their lunch breaks.) He steels himself with a slap to his left cheek. Today is Saturday, exactly one week since Donghyuck’s breath was taken away. Once again, he’s going to pop by CU around seven in the evening––this time, with Renjun, who he managed to convince as the younger Lee’s attending a student council dinner party. With Renjun shuffling behind, Donghyuck enters CU with high hopes. 

The Y/N drought instantly vanishes when he sees your figure at the cashier. You’re scanning a basket of snacks for a group of kids, laughing at their animated antics. Donghyuck is very, very close to becoming addicted to your smile.

“Renjun,” he excitedly taps the older guy, “that’s her.” He points at your figure. 

“Oh, I’ve seen her before,” says Renjun, glancing your way. “She seems to be a student at that prestigious all-girls school near ours.” 

Ah, the joy Donghyuck drowns in whenever he learns more about you (in, you know, a non-stalkerish way). “Really? How’d you know?”

Renjun browses the instant ramyun packages. “Saw her a few weeks ago with a calculus textbook on the countertop. You know, the ones specifically made by that school?”

Donghyuck does not know because he never really cared about the prestigious all-girls high school before––which was extremely disrespectful on his part for disregarding such a wonderful school with such a beautiful student. He’s jealous of the girls that attend your school, and how they’re most likely graced with your presence every day. Donghyuck would kill to see you every single day. 

His hands grab a package of Neoguri ramyun whereas Renjun picks out the classic Shin. The two of them head towards the now-empty cashier, the kids having filed out a few minutes prior.

“Oh, hello.” you grin. “Donghyuck, right?”

He passes you the package and beams. “Yeah! Nice to see you again, Y/N.”

(While Donghyuck is preoccupied with staring at your lovely face, Renjun slips his package onto the counter and you scan it as well. Donghyuck pays for both of the ramyun, but he’s too distracted to realise the extra dollar leaving his wallet.)

“Has it been busy at all?” asks Donghyuck, pulling his card out of the machine. He’s desperately searching for an excuse to linger just a little longer. Renjun finds a sudden interest for the alcoholic drinks located at the opposite side of the store. 

You shake your head. “Just a few customers here and there. It’s cold outside, so I guess everyone is staying indoors.” 

“Understandable,” the boy hums.

The convenience store falls silent, Renjun attempting to engross himself in the ingredients of soju, Donghyuck digging through his brain for another topic, you looking down at your phone for the time. It’s awkward––so awkward––that Donghyuck thinks you might never want to talk to him again. So, pulling on his big boy pants, he pops the big question. “Do you have a lover?”

Renjun chokes on his spit. Donghyuck bites down on his tongue. Your eyes widen at the unexpected inquiry. “Uh—no,” you sputter, cheeks red. “I don’t have a lover.”

“Then…” He licks his parted lips. “Can I ask you out on a date?”

The convenience store falls silent. Renjun contemplates grabbing his friend and making a run for it. Donghyuck prays to every single deity out there for a positive response. You digest his words, letting each and every syllable sink in. 

You nibble on your lower lip. “But…you don’t even know me.”

Donghyuck’s heart falls (so does Renjun’s), but he gathers hope when he catches your curious gaze. “You’re right,” he confidently states, “so I want to get to know you. I’ll be honest with you, Y/N. I think you’re really cute. Like really, really cute. I kinda fell for you when you—you know—fell into my arms. Sorta like love at first sight?” He’s rambling at this point, unveiling how desperate he is to have one chance with you. Love sure does silly things. “I mean, no pressure, though.”

Pink paints your face. You’re about to answer when a voice squeaks from behind. “Dude, move.” Annoyed, Donghyuck turns around with a glare but falters at the sight of four middle school girls. Oh. Donghyuck once lived with a middle school girl, so he knows better than to test their patience. Like a child that’s been disciplined, he obeys, scooting over to let the girls purchase their snacks. A hand grasps his wrist, tugging him away from the counter and towards the exit. 

“Hey! Renjun!” hisses Donghyuck, struggling to release himself. “What are you doing?”

Renjun steps into the cold atmosphere. “Saving you from further embarrassment. Seriously, Hyuck, what were you doing? Confessing your undying love for her on the third meeting? You don’t even know her full name!” The Chinese boy abruptly stops and Donghyuck stumbles to a halt. Renjun prods the younger’s chest. “Look, you’re being too rash. She’s clearly on the shy side, so approach her, don’t overwhelm her, okay? Don’t start panicking and blurt out random shit.”

Donghyuck purses his lips. He wants to refute but he can’t; Renjun is right. He hangs his head low, feeling a little (re: really) pathetic at how careless he had been. Impressions are important, and right now, he fears he’s left a terrible one on you. 

Renjun, obviously noticing Donghyuck’s sulky mood, adds, “You’ve still got a chance, though! From what I’ve observed, she seems to be interested in you, just extremely timid. I think, if you head back in with your thoughts organised—”

“Donghyuck!”

It takes him a second to register your voice. Donghyuck spins around, shocked to see you jogging towards him, still clad in your CU uniform. And like déjá vu, you slip on the ice, falling into his warm embrace. 

(Donghyuck could get used to this.) 

“Y/N,” he breathes, getting a whiff of your sweet scent. “Are you okay?” 

Like always, your ears are tinted red. “Uh—yes! Yes, thank you.” You balance yourself on the slippery surface. “I just wanted to give you something,” you quietly say, lifting a slip of paper. Your handwriting is scrawled on it, which Donghyuck finds effortlessly cute. “It’s my number. For, uh, you know, the date.” Your voice grows smaller at the last sentence, awkwardly avoiding his eyes. 

If Donghyuck is a dynamite, you are his lighter. 

“The—date?” he stammers, unable to believe his ears. “You’re—You—Yes to the date?” 

You gently laugh. “Yes to the date.” 

Donghyuck is on—no, above cloud nine. He plucks the piece of paper from your hands, grasping it as if it’d fly away. He cocks an eyebrow and tosses you a smirk. “I’ll text you later, princess.”

You avoid his eyes but a grin tugs at your lips. “I’ll be waiting.” With that, you give him a small wave and retreat back to the convenience store. Donghyuck watches you disappear, his heart rate breaking records. 

Renjun has one hell of a story to tell the others the next time the boys get together. 

Sunday morning, Donghyuck lays in bed as he stares at your contact in his phone. It’s been a little over twelve hours since you gave him your number, and because he’s a nervous wreck, he has yet to text you about the date. 

He ponders what sort of date would be the best. A picnic date? No, it’s too cold. A museum date? No, Donghyuck isn’t really into museums. An arcade date? No, he isn’t willing to unleash his no-showering-only-gaming side to you (yet). 

A movie date seems to be the most ideal first date, from both an objective and subjective perspective. He opens Naver, curious about the current selection of movies in theatres. Donghyuck scrolls through the list, spotting several movies he’s seen advertisements for. A particular one catches his eye—Candy, a romance-comedy movie featuring four high school boys and their entertaining love lives. He clicks on the description, intrigued by the premise. (Don’t let anyone know, but Donghyuck is a diehard romance fan.) A small smile settles on his lips. 

Donghyuck, with a vague itinerary in mind, sends you a message. 

donghyuck: hi y/n, it’s donghyuck :)

You respond almost immediately. 

you: donghyuck!! hi ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

He might overdose on your cuteness. 

donghyuck: so i was thinking of our date donghyuck: and i was wondering if ur up for a movie at the nearby lotte mall??

you: i’d love to watch a movie! which one ?

donghyuck: how does candy sound?

you: i’ve been wanting to watch that one for soo long!! 

Donghyuck proudly grins. 

donghyuck: i know it’s a little sudden, but is today at 3pm ok?? i’ll buy the tickets and everything, so just bring yourself

you: you don’t have to! i can buy the snacks

donghyuck: maybe you can pay next time ^^

Smooth, he thinks to himself. 

you: if u say so haha you: i’ll see you at three!!

Oh, Donghyuck beams, roses blooming on his cheeks. I definitely saved the world in my previous life.

Today’s look consists of a striped crewneck tucked into wide-legged slacks and a pair of black Converses. Donghyuck’s hair is neatly combed, his bangs parted to reveal a portion of his forehead. The outfit is topped off with a puffer jacket and a spritz of his father’s Dior perfume. Normally, Donghyuck would just wear a leather jacket in an all-black fashion. But Renjun, ever the style guru, emphasised the importance of looking nice on the first date. 

(Frankly, Renjun just wanted to play stylist so Donghyuck became his K-Pop idol to dress.) 

Donghyuck received a fair amount of compliments at church earlier this morning, many of his peers applauding the new look. He clearly remembers how impressed Uchinaga Aeri was, nearly shedding a tear at his lack of skinny jeans. 

(Sorry, Aeri, but Donghyuck still likes his skinny jeans and he won’t change his opinions for anyone. Not even you.)

(…Okay, maybe for you.)

(Can you tell he’s hopelessly in love?)

Despite the below zero weather, Donghyuck’s hands are sweaty and his nape is hot. It’s ten before three p.m., and he’s standing outside of the cinema, waiting for your familiar figure. With every minute that ticks by, his heartbeat jumps faster and faster. He recalls Renjun’s words. Approach her, don’t overwhelm her.

Donghyuck, to put it simply, is terrible with his crushes. He’s always had the tendency of getting ahead of himself, ultimately scaring away the girls he’d been interested in. He never means to overwhelm them, but when his own feelings are swallowing him whole, he can’t help but express his love through words and actions all at once. Donghyuck hopes you’re different; he hopes you won’t be chased away by the flood he may be. 

Three on the dot, you’re walking towards him with a bashful smile. 

“Hi, Y/N,” he gleams, absolutely elated. “You look really pretty today.”

Your smile may be shadowed by your timidity but it still outshines the sun. “Thank you, Donghyuck. You look good as well.” 

He giggles. Donghyuck giggles. “Thanks, Y/N.” Then, “I’ve bought the tickets and everything, we just need to grab some snacks. What’s your favourite popcorn?” 

“Mm,” you hum, scanning the options. “I’m fine with anything.” 

Right. Donghyuck forgot about your introverted tendencies. You’re on the shy side like Renjun had said, so he’s got to be the assertive one without, well, overwhelming you. The boy clears his throat. “How about caramel?”

You nod. “Sounds great.”

Fifteen minutes later, Donghyuck and you are seated side-by-side in the theatre, positioned near the centre of the large room. To his left are couples. To his right are couples. Behind and front? Also couples. Donghyuck catches a pair sharing a kiss and awkwardly looks away. 

He would like to kiss you right now. 

Stupid Donghyuck. Baby steps, baby steps.

He would still like to kiss you right now. 

Donghyuck lightly slaps his cheek. He’s here to woo you, not scare you away. His priority is to have you reciprocate his overflowing feelings with the same volume of love and then getting a kiss. 

The lights dim as the opening advertisements come to an end. You excitedly whisper, “The movie’s starting!” Donghyuck glances over at you, his heart stopping at how breathtaking you are. Not even the theatre could overshadow your beauty. 

The opening scene of Candy begins and he reluctantly averts his gaze back to the large screen. Your presence is difficult to ignore, but Donghyuck is not about to get caught staring like a creep. He chews on a handful of popcorn in an attempt to drown in the movie. 

Two hours later, Donghyuck is waiting in front of the restrooms, holding your bag in his hands. If anyone were to come up to him and demand an explanation for the plot of Candy from start to finish, he would simply laugh and redirect them to Namuwiki. Donghyuck doesn’t remember a single thing about the rom-com—save for the character ‘Haechan’—because he’d been too busy sneaking glimpses of your side profile. He might as well live on a ventilator from how often he loses his breath around you. 

You walk out with your hands damp, shaking them to rid the residual water. The two of you walk towards the exit and Donghyuck continues to hold your bag. He asks, “How was the movie?”

Your eyes glimmer. “It was amazing,” you sigh, dreamy. “I loved the different dynamics between the four couples and Haechan—he reminded me so much of you!” You glance at him and beam, “Haechan was…my favourite character throughout the entire film.” 

Oh. Donghyuck gulps. He’ll need to rewatch the movie. 

The time reads five twenty-two p.m., and Donghyuck’s stomach resonates with hunger. He purses his lips, browsing through his memories for a decent yet inexpensive restaurant nearby. You must’ve noticed his dilemma as you say, “Why don’t we grab ramyun at the convenience store?” You elaborate, “I forgot my calculus textbook there. Also, we’d get free food.”

Free food? No sane person would ever pass up the opportunity to eat free food. 

And so, around six in the evening, Donghyuck is sitting at the local CU with a cup of Neoguri ramyun steaming in front of him. You’ve disappeared, presumably grabbing your calculus textbook and greeting the employee of the hour. His stomach continues to perform all sorts of acrobatics, his nerves gnawing at his heart. Donghyuck has never experienced so many different emotions all at once; it’s like a tsunami has erupted within him. 

“Sorry for taking so long.” You appear with a thick textbook in your arms. With a flustered tone, you say, “My manager—she wouldn’t stop asking about you.” 

Donghyuck doesn’t hide his cheeky smile. “Really? What did she ask?” 

Your eyelashes flutter. “If—you know—if you’re my boyfriend.” You whisper the last part, barely audible enough for Donghyuck to catch. Somehow, the corners of his lips lift even more, a pair of rose-tinted glasses perched on his nose. The way you’re shyly moving about, stirring your cup ramyun, cheeks hot with rouge. Donghyuck thinks that, if a meteor were to hit the earth at this moment, he would be content living the last seconds of his life with you by his side. (Sorry to Lee Donghyuck’s family and friends, but he’s got priorities!) He’s so, so infatuated, so head-over-heels in love with a girl he’s known for less than a month. There’s a plethora of things he doesn’t know about you, but he’s willing to learn every little detail of your life. Donghyuck wants to stay in your world for as long as time permits. 

You tap his shoulder. “Donghyuck? Are you okay?” Your cup ramyun is now empty of noodles, only a small amount of soup left. “You spaced out.” 

The boy blinks. “Did I?” He ruffles his bangs, accidentally ruining his neatly-combed hair. “Sorry, Y/N. I was thinking about how I’d be happy even if the world ended right now because I’m with you.” He blinks again. He abruptly stands up, neck flushed red as he grabs the garbage strewn before him. “Sorry! Ignore what I just said.” Donghyuck nervously avoids your gaze, scurrying over to the ramyun disposal to throw out the soup and recycle the cups. When he returns to where you’re seated, he fidgets with his fingers, unable to look you straight in the eyes. “It’s, uh, getting late now. I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay?” 

Donghyuck misses the way you softly grin. “Sure. Thank you.” 

The sun has already set, a dark navy coating the night sky. Several stars pierce through the atmosphere and Donghyuck can vaguely make out the Big Dipper. His gaze naturally shifts to you who’s brighter than the stars. Even under the faded moonlight, he can clearly see the outline of your pretty features. 

Donghyuck has no clue where he’s going. He’s blindly following you, walking this cold path with you until your apartment comes into view. You haven’t said anything, which he finds a little nerve-wracking. Donghyuck, being the Donghyuck he is, decides to blurt out, “I’m sorry.” 

You continue to walk but confusion taints your face. You tilt your head, lower lip jutted out. “For what? I really enjoyed today, even if it was impromptu.” 

He shakes his head. “Not because of the sudden date. Well, I mean, I guess a little, but not really. I’m just…” he inhales sharply, “really sorry about before. How I approached you and overwhelmed you every single time. I didn’t mean to—you know—impose myself on you—”

“You didn’t!” you exclaim, breaking his ramble. In a dulcet tone, you continue, “You never overwhelmed me. I was just surprised to know that a guy was genuinely interested in me, so I wasn’t really sure how to react.” You cross a parking lot. Donghyuck follows. “I’m also terrible with human interactions but you…with you, I feel so comfortable. Don’t ask me why. I have no scientific evidence for that. But just…” You glance at him and he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your face. “I want to get to know you better.”

Donghyuck is glad you’re on the same page. “Me too,” he whispers, elated. “Every time I’m with you, I feel like my heart’s going to explode. In a good way, of course. I really, really like being around you.” I fell in love at first sight.

You stop in front of Building 301 and turn to face him. “Thank you for today, Donghyuck.” you say, voice tender. “I truly enjoyed it.” 

His breath catches in his throat. “Me too.” 

Something in you must’ve snapped as you bravely lean forwards to press a sweet kiss on his cheek. As you retreat to your spot a few inches away from him, Donghyuck’s jaw slacks in shock. You giggle at his lovestruck expression. 

“Good night, Donghyuck.”

It takes everything within him to not squeal. 

“Good night, Y/N.”

He watches your figure slip into the apartment building, giving a small wave before disappearing behind the elevator doors. Donghyuck stands rooted to his spot, hand cupping his kissed cheek while his heart runs wild. 

You kissed his cheek. 

You kissed his cheek. 

Donghyuck didn’t believe in love at first sight. It was a stupid conception, because how was someone supposed to develop feelings for a person they had no knowledge about? Donghyuck didn’t understand, and frankly, he still doesn’t. He’s not sure as to why he fell in love with you at a single glance during a chance encounter. But one thing he is sure about? 

Lee Donghyuck is confident that you’ll take his breath away every single time until he’s left unable to breathe without your presence. 

you: donghyuck!!

Donghyuck pulls out his phone at the notification, a smile immediately spreading at the sender’s name. 

you: go home alr! it’s cold outside, i don’t want you to freeze :(

donghyuck: how did you know i’m still out here?

you: i can see you from the sixteenth floor

Donghyuck looks up. The sixteenth floor is far up, but when he squints, he can see your hand shooing him away. 

donghyuck: that’s not nice, telling your date to go away

you: if u get sick rn, you can’t be my date anymore so go home and take a long hot shower!!

Donghyuck chuckles. 

donghyuck: so, more dates?

You leave him on read for one minute. 

you: only if you go home rn and warm up

Donghyuck has never looked forward to living as much as now. 

donghyuck: noted. good night, y/n :))

you: good night, donghyuck <3

Donghyuck believes in love at first sight and you are his proof. 

bonus: the aftermath.

Approximately one hundred days have passed since you and Donghyuck decided to start dating, and instead of spending the special day outside, you’re snuggled up against your boyfriend at his place, watching Hunter × Hunter on TV. Neither of his parents are home and his younger sister kindly offered to hangout with their neighbour next door. It’s quiet, save for the anime and Donghyuck’s rhythmic breathing. 

You lay your head flat against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Donghyuck strokes your head but his eyes don’t stray from the screen. 

Frankly, you’re a little jealous. 

“Hyuck,” you whine, poking his nose. He looks down at you with a puzzled face. “Give me a kiss.”

Your boyfriend laughs. “Needy, huh?”

You huff. “I want attention, so give me a kiss.”

Donghyuck chuckles, but he complies nonetheless, adjusting his position so his lips can graze yours. You hum into the kiss, your thumb drawing circles on his cheek. 

It’s amazing how easily he takes your breath away.

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[walnutcookie]

ive fallen in love with truffle (/p) oh my GODDD . do you understand how much i love this miserable woman.

ive looked into her lines and cutscenes in the story and before i just thought Wow creepy lady that eats people ! kinda sick but NO that is not what she is like AT ALL shes the complete opposite. she is literally the sweetest kindest old lady but shes also a monster and so people automatically assume the worst of her

i dont rlly know everything about her and its hard to find things on her so if anyone has more info pleaase share i want to learn more about this lovely lady

shes so lonely. like. Do you really think a person who got visitors often would throw a surprise party for a bunch of people who came for nothing but a toy. like shes TRYING to get people to come into her house but its not because she wants to eat them its because she just wants someone to talk to :( she LIKES having people over and seeing them be happy but her appearance and her home deters them away ,,, and then since shes isolated from everyone she does not know how to act around people and so shes confused when people dont like her candles that smell like rotting corpses and her army of spiders. she doesnt really know how to talk to people normally (COUGGh also shes autistic)

head in hands i feel so bad for her like she is actually such a sweet old woman shes the grandma that makes you cookies and finds out all your favorite foods so she can make them for you but people are so quick to assume that shes malicious and plotting something and she doesnt know why people are so weird to her. Probably thinks that people are just all like that because hardly anyone visits her. that its normal for people to be scared of you. and she doesnt go outside much since the sun hurts her </3

I was confused about almonds relationship chart line for her because . Why does he say this but hes still friendly with her?? and then my friend suggested that he doesnt regret it because hes scared of her its because there was nothing in the attic and he feels bad for being so suspicious and being quick to label her as malicious when shes completely innocent .

AND THEN HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM ? She isnt hurt at all that she was accused of a crime . in fact she seems HAPPY about it! Very happy! she had a fun visitor and it brought her much joy. (I AM GOING TO TEAR MY HAIR OUT)

this really gets to me like I garuntee you shes out there waiting to see if anyone needs help. she is looking for poor people in the pouring rain who need shelter because that means she gets visitors and you KNOW shes going to make them cookies and tea and give them a nice meal and a warm bed AND SHES STANDING OUT THERE IN THE WET RAIN TOO LIKE SHES SUFFERING HERSELF JUST SO SHE CAN SEE IF ANYONE NEEDS HELP!!!!

she just wants to care for people. And she goes out of her way - doing things like making surprise parties and standing out in the rain just to do it and unfortunately she does it in suspicious ways and people think that she is evil because of it . Falls down an elevator shaft

#🎉 rambles

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi ari !!! i hope youre doing well !! ive (unfortunately) been thinking abt gojo a lot lately and wanted to share my brainrot with you

hes such a cuddle bug.. a big baby :( i think abt how it would be with him as someone who lives in a HOT country.. he'll get all pouty whenever he gets (lovingly) pushed away when he insists to cuddle during lazy afternoons in bed

eventually he'll deal with it, finding solace in being sprawled out with you in the ridiculously large bed you both have. he'll still want to cuddle and be close to you though.. so when u eventually fall asleep he will carefully crawl in between you, all sprawled out like a true starfish

he'll keep his hands away from you despite wanting to engulf you in a hug since he's sure that amount of skin contact will wake you, so he just settles on laying down on your stomach, his cheek pressed against your skin...

which is why half an hour later, you'll be woken up with your lower half feeling heavier than usual... and why does your stomach feel ticklish ..?

cue satoru sleeping soundly with his hair tickling your skin from where the shirt has ridden up from him snuggling you, his arms now around your sides

it's like a big cat has fallen asleep on your lap .. now you CANNOT move even if you have to pee really badly... you are losing feeling in your legs... help

eugh i love clingy satoru so much !!!!!!! :(((

ANONNNNNN I’M MELTING INTO A PUDDLE….. clingy toru T_T our lord n savior. he’s the cutest!! your clingy overgrown cat of a bf……..

plsssss he would be so troubled 😭😭 i think he craves your touch so badly that he starts shaking when he goes too long without it LMAO. full on abstinence just bc you wouldn’t let him hold you in his sweaty arms and cradle you to his scorching chest…… what is a poor man to do? :((( he really is suchhhh a big ol pouty baby . goes hmph! and looks at you like this >:c while crossing his arms…… but when you still don’t let him cuddle you he starts drafting up his master plan. silly, silly little man. <3

and aaaaaa 😭😭😭 him falling asleep w his face nuzzled into your stomach!!!! anon you’re killing me he’s soooo cute ……. actual cat man. just fluffy and heavy and clingy …. and ofc you can’t push him away because he’ll wake up all confused and pouty and it’ll break your heart :(((( he’ll get his well earned affection one way or another!!!!

hhhhh anon i hope u know this made my own gojo brainrot worse 😭😭 we’re in this together…. tysm for sharing ur thoughts w me!!!! this made me feel so warm n cozy :33 my brain is full of clingy kittycat gojo thoughts always always always <3333

#HE’S SOOOO CUTE R U KIDDING ME :(( #if i woke up to him on my stomach i rlly would just go back to sleep #even if i was overheating #:(((( he’s too adorable….. #our cuddlebug <33 #anon i am sending u all my hugs and love this was so tasty…… clingy toru the only man ever i think #ask tag ✩

[thedeafprophet]

Right, its the 8th now so i'm gonna talk a bit more, with spoiler tag ofc. With my time I put in 14.6 hours into Mask of The Rose and achieved 4 different endings, so I think I can speak on the game. And I have to say, whilst there are things I like, the game is unfortunately ruined for me by the pacing (or lack there of).

I understand the goal of limiting runs and only being able to accomplish so many things at once, but as it stands it leaves it immossible to experience anything properly. You are put through a constant rush, no time to properly explore without the impending doom of someone being hanged looming over you. It is not possible for the player to be able to explore, romance, matchmake, and solve the mystery in this limited time. So everything is left feeling stressful and rushed with no proper way to experience it fully.

This heavily affects the relationship building aspect where you're expected to know what kind of relationship you want with someone after a first conversation, and everyone suddenly thinks you're the cats meow after a few interactions. You have no time to get to know anyone, no time for build up, and its just left... hollow. The addition of the major timeskips doesn't help this.

The mechanics of story building, outfits, and nonlinear play are very interesting! But this falls short in the reality that it is impossible to become immersed in this story when you have no time to slow down and experience it. The game feels like it is still a demo. Its too many things at once without fully giving time for establishing any one of them. If this was setup with the aim of the player finding the 'ideal route' of actions to solve the mystery then that is just generally not ideal for a visual novel.

Ive gathered some reactions of others who played, many feeling the same with regards to the pacing. Its not just my experience here. Im not sure this can be fixed at this rate, but its a grand shame that the game has such a major flaw. I'm surprised this wasn't approached before the game shipped. Pacing is an extremely important aspect in visual novels. I don't see how new players could be able to immerse themselves in the FL universe with such a rush.

I really wanted to like this game! I backed it on kickstarter for a reason! I love Fallen London and I really really wanted to love this game. But honestly unless this is somehow changed i cant see myself picking it up again... I hope its different for some other folks and that others have more fun with it, but I don't think its for me in this state.

#i was startled my first playthrough of how rushed it is #and experiencing multiple playthroughts didnt help #i am. as they say. not feeling it #i play a lot of visual novels and text based games so i have experience it when they feel like #mask of the rose #motr #motr spoilers

[mako-neexu]

this manhwa is sooo goooddd usually the villainess wants to live... but she wants to die lmao i love it. the take on being transmigration to a novel where the FL does not want to be here (since usually they just comes to terms with it in time) and has identity crisis along the way, forgetting who she was before inhabiting the current body shes in, the literal world bending reality just to fulfill a destiny set in stone so no matter what she does not die until she accomplishes that that body must do ughh so gooooood...

ive expected helena to be a white lotus female character to the story but i really like that she really is good deep down. shes advised to be naive to survive but as the different!eris changed almost everyone's lives, helena matured in her own way, initially feeling nothing more than friendship with the crown prince, the ending showed with her simply giving a him a look of pity and indifference, a look that his mother gave him since he was born. he used her without even asking helena's feelings and nobody even asked her what she felt for him.. so he really was nothing more than a friend to her right from the beginning. the ending showed with her giving him a look that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

i really liked priest hubris lol he was so cute but the obssessiveness he had to different!eris intensified that i cant help but kinda wish he fell in love with helena, like what the original novel said so he wouldnt have had to suffer... but then again his mother issues got to him lmao. same goes for jason where he should have just fallen in love with helena but got obssessed with FL instead (i just noticed a lot of them have greek names huh? man i love it. the way the pieces fall into place is really good but it really is funny the ML is named after skywalker lol)

when it revealed that OG!eris wished to disappear and it came true was spine chilling. seriously, its amazing. can you imagine doing your everyday routine and when you wake up, you are in a world far different from your own where you realize you are in the body of one of the characters in a novel you read, the skin, the flesh you feel is not yours, not yours, feeling someone else's skin clinging so tightly against yours it doesnt feel real yet you still feel your heartbeat, your breath, your pulse. but as time passes it eventually fits the wearer, a skin tight suit that suffocates you, its face plastered for so long on you that you begin to cry for your face- and then you realize the walking skin suit you were wearing all along has been a corpse. its owner dead the moment she fervently wished to disappear because the world hated her, because the prince never returned her love (wished for her to never have been born), born a villainess for the sake of the story's happy ending, unfortunately granted because of a wish from the person who loved her like a daughter and because of a force beyond their circumstances.

#the owner of this body is long dead. i dont belong here nor do i want to stay here. my death would simply save me #and all of you would suffer #i couldnt care less about you but i would only care about those who have taken care of me. i will not make any attachments to this world #but to my knight who has sworn himself to be by my side #ughhhhhhhh #i love it so muchhhh #i need to write a more coherent thoguhts #ohhh living in a storybook/play is absolute hell not even a supporting character is safe #iloooooooooooove it so muchhh

[most-canon-non-canon-ship-poll]

I, the poll runner, made this poll because they suck that much

Why Mileven is shit - a submission-based essay, part 3/3

Mileven - a currently canon het ship from the Stranger Things fandom between Michael (Mike) Wheeler and Jane (Eleven) Ives/Hopper/Byers/IDK

This doesn't mean she will never have another relationship, it doesn't even mean she is "alone" while other people are in relationships (although personally I think there is nothing wrong with not being in a relationship tbh... some people need to unpack this). It just means that she reclaims the power to decide if and when she will give love to someone again, a choice she's never really had. As for Mike, I believe his low self-esteem and what makes him feel so different is his feelings for Will which have steadily stepped out of platonic more and more as time has gone on, and THAT is the truth that is hard to admit, not his apparent love for El that she has been begging for him to say. Mike and Will are written so perfectly as a romantic duo that it is wild to me that anyone would ship Mike with anyone else. Mike deserves more than to be a shitty friend and El's boyfriend (because if he really does just love El, then his actions are just him being mean and weird with no cause or explanation, which I can't imagine is the case), Will deserves more than to be the sad gay in unrequited love who only suffers, and El deserves more than to be some boy's "superhero" who is loved for what she can do more than for who she truly is. She deserves to shake the shackles of male control, and yes... Mike unfortunately falls into this due to his feeling responsible for El's wellbeing because of the unfortunate circumstances they met under. Plus he's, in my opinion, fallen even harden into this parentified role in Hopper's absence (those parallels are insane too, don't even get me started). Anyway, all that to say... Mileven is an objectively bad ship that doesn't fit with the story Stranger Things is telling. It doesn't serve any of the characters involved in a positive way, and Byler is a significantly more touching and well-built couple. Personally, even the argument that El will be "crushed if they break up" doesn't really carry any weight. It's clear that she has already hurt so much IN THE RELATIONSHIP, so ending it just seems like the logical next step (and I'm among the people who believe she wanted to break up at the pizza place tbh). Why should she stay with someone who can only love her in life-or-death situations? Why should Mike be with someone who makes him feel worthless or not enough or like his personal experiences and struggles aren't valid? Why should Mike and El settle for a relationship that takes so much work but makes them both ultimately unhappy (it's giving Karen a d Ted). Why should Will just accept that in a world of demogorgans and alternate dimensions and telekinetic lab children, the craziest and most unlikely thing is a queer boy like him finding requited love with the person who makes them feel better for being different and encourages them to fight on? I just don't think the writers are telling that kind of story. I love El, Mike, and Will... I hope they will get a beautiful ending. To me, a beautiful ending would include Mike and El mutually caring for each other enough to admit that their relationship is not good for either of them as El deserves to be loved and needs time to heal, and Mike deserves to embrace his truth and his own feelings without feeling insignificant or unlovable (and ultimately be rewarded for embodying one of the show's core themes: that forced conformity is bad, you will never feel gratification or happiness by pretending to be something or someone you're not, it's okay to be a "freak" and it's okay to be different and to rebel against the limited, restrictive forms of "happiness" society pushes. After all, forced conformity is one of the real villains in this show, as clearly stated!)

#propaganda #why [ship name] is shit #the (s)hit list #not a poll #anti milkvan #anti mileven #still on this #byler #kinda

[hollow-indigo]

hiii !!! ik this isnt abt the 3 main ocs but ... do u have any more info on the maskmaked, the messenger and their siblings ? i saw them in a wisteria and fallen post once and ever since ive been so curious but i cant find any stuff abt them ! thank uuuu !!!

Ah yes! some of my silliest OCs

Let’s start with…

The Maskmaker (They/Them)

of course, the Maskmaker lives up to their name, making masks that either serve as a cosmetic item, or something to help up your defense, attack, etc. They’re taller than most people (I believe last time we talked about it we decided 14ft fall through for convenience of getting through doorways that might change). They are very playful and lighthearted… unless you’re a rude customer. Rude customers get used for the Maskmaker’s personal project. The Maskmaker is also wearing a mask of their own creation. one that makes their face look more friendly, so people aren’t scared to approach them. They are the one who helped Fallen learn to hop between AUs, as well as the one who made their mask for them. They always greet people with “Welcome back”. their eyesight isn’t usually the best, so when they think they’ve seen you before, either they’ve seen an alternate timeline of you, or an AU of you.

The Messenger (They/Them)

A Creature made of a mist/smoke like substance, with 5 glowing yellow eyes and is cold to the touch. I only say the eyes part because the best image I have of them is a side profile, which is the image above. The Messenger is a being faster than light. Summoning them to deliver a message is often more effective than anything else, especially since their messages can be delivered across universes and even multiverses. As is obvious in the Image, the Messenger and Wisteria are quite close, the Messenger being the few people Wisteria trusts to actually fall asleep around for once. However, unfortunately due to how busy the Messenger tends to be, they can’t always help Wisteria when he needs it. Messenger’s voice claim (aka the only solid voice claim I have) is Markiplier. While their face and probably their jacket will stay the same, their design is mostly unfinished and is subject to change.

The Ringmaster (They/Them) (is currently being redesigned so i’m putting their inspiration image as a replacement)

The Ringmaster is quite different from the other two, their job focuses more on entertainment rather than a craft or a service. The Ringmaster hosts their own game show, only accessible to few. All contestants are picked randomly, their consciousness being transported to the game show while they sleep, causing many people to think “woah. weird ass dream”. The two ways to wake up from what the players perceive as a dream is to either lose a game in the game show (which “kills” them) or to win the entire thing. If you win, you get a few things. Some money, a signed poster, and an invitation to be a spectator of the show whenever you wish. If you lose, the pain lingers from the death suffered for only a few minutes after waking up. (So, essentially, deadly mario party. but, no one actually dies, and also you can end up in a game with Kris Deltarune and an Inkling from splatoon.) If someone refuses to cooperate and play the game, then the Ringmaster threatens the life of the person they love most. They always know who to choose, and it always works.

The Dollmaker (They/Them) (who is also currently being redesigned but I have no replacement pictures)

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The Dollmaker, resembling a living rabbit plushie, if you can guess, makes dolls! Similarly to their siblings, they are also quite tall, but less in the menacing way and more in the “holy shit giant huggable creature” way. Both their presence and their dolls create a sense of comfort to anyone nearby, which naturally draws the attention of those who wish for something to remember their lost loved ones by. The Dollmaker has squeakers in their paws, and their mouth is actually on their chest, giving the illusion of a doll with a voice box. The Dollmaker constantly gives off the scent of cotton candy. They have a strong sense of justice and for what certain things the Messenger does, they don’t have the best relationship with them. The Dollmaker often feels too guilty to charge any sort of price for their dolls if it’s one made to mimic the appearance of someone who had passed, but they’ll eventually give in if you’re insistent enough.

those are the only ones so far, this post will probably be edited once I have actual references for all of them, and once I have a proper tag for the Maskmaker’s family

I hope I didn’t miss anything lol-

#grape flavored ramblings #indigo loredump hype

[rogue-durin-16]

ROGUE-DURIN-16'S STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

Key: f=fluff || a=angst || f-a=fluff+angst || ≈f=mostly fluff || ≈a=mostly angst || os=oneshot || hc=headcanons ||mp=multipart || ?=request || db=drabble/blurb

Monster-Hunting Squad Fanart (x)

• EDDIE MUNSON

Eighteen, crazy [Prologue] [Part I] [part II] [part III] [part IV] [part V] [part VI] (f|mp)

Summary: With her highschool experience coming to an end, Y/n finally grows tired of her parents' long lasting effort to make her the perfect girl; if they refuse to let her live her best life, she'll make them live their worst and what can possibly be worse than having your lovely daughter mingling with Eddie Munson?

He would have (≈a|os|?)

Summary: Eddle can't stand how close Y/n and Steve have become, mainly because he knows he can't compete with the latter. Not knowing how to handle himself, Eddie pours his heart out in the most inappropriate moment.

Friday night (f|os|?)

Summary: After catching Eddie hanging out in their house, Dustin's sister has the choice to tell their mother —who didn't allow Eddie at home—, or get something out of it. Let's just say, 'Henderson' and 'snitch' didn't go well together.

My stupid, stupid hero (a|os)

Summary: when the fate of the world and the lives of his loved ones are at stake, Eddie Munson decides to stop running away. Thankfully, he's not alone.

Liar. Traitor. Backstabber. (a|os|?)

Request: Plot bunny. Female!Reader is an undercover agent working in a case against Eddie. She's fallen for him but he just found out the truth.

But years pass and I love you the same [part I] [part II] (≈a|mp|?) (sequel to Liar. Traitor. Backstabber.)

Summary: Back in 1986, Y/n broke Eddie's trust and heart. He's on top of the world now, his dreams are coming true, and yet he can't help but wish things had been slightly different. A letter serves him as an excuse to aim for a second chance.

Kitchen scratcher (f-a|os)

Summary: For years, Eddie's go-to scratcher has been his beautiful neighbor. When looking in the mirror becomes unbearable, it's only fair for Y/n to be the one tattooing his scars away.

• STEVE HARRINGTON

Sunglasses and lipstick stains [part I] [part II] [part III] (f-a|mp)

Summary: after having his heart torn in half at Tina's party, Steve finds comfort in the most unexpected person. Who would have guessed he would develop such a strong connection with someone he's barely spoken to?

• EDDISSY/HELLCHEER

Fanart (x)

86, baby (≈f|os)

Summary: the gone-missing Head Cheerleader turns out to be alive; the resident freak is cleared of all charges thanks to her testimony. If Hawkins High seniors thought that was as wild as things could get, they were in for a surprise at their graduation.

Brains over brawn (≈a|os)

Summary: using herself as bait in order to protect Max, Chrissy is dropped at the Creel's residence, with Dustin and Eddie as her guardians. Unfortunately, someone tips off Jason after spotting Dustin outside the murder house.

Meet me in the woods tonight [part I] [part II] (f-a|mp)

Summary: an arranged marriage, an impossible love, a controlling mother and dark spell. A dangerous mix that, along with her yearning desire to be set free, sends Princess Christine's stifling life into a cathartic breakthrough.

• STEDDIE

King Steve vs. jocks (≈a|db|?)

Summary: after the spring break disaster, Eddie is lucky to have Steve and his nailed bat around at all times.

#stranger things masterlist #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer #steve x eddie

[8bitsupervillain]

End of the Year 2023: The Games of the Year Combined List of Destiny!

So, what I wanted to do originally for this list was use one of the WWE wrestling games and have the twenty best games duke it out. Unfortunately none of them are free on the consoles, and I'm not spending seventy dollars on a goof (I might still do this soon…).

20: Diablo III

Perhaps my standards are lower than they used to be, but I had fun playing through it recently.

19: Doom 3

I disagree with the notion it's a horror game. It just plays like a slower paced vesion of the older Dooms.

18: Higanbana no Saku Yoru Ni

I enjoy a more straightforward horror yarn once in a while.

17: The Witcher 2: Assassin of Kings

A fun game with a surprisingly good story that knows when to have sillier moments.

16: Dragon Age II

You push the button and something awesome happens.

15: Hammerwatch II

A fun action RPG that gave me what I was looking for when Diablo IV didn't. Also made me think about how not every gosh darned game needs to be an open world.

14: Might and Magic X: Legacy

I thought it was a pretty fun first person RPG. It doesn't really do anything new, but that's alright.

13: Demon Lord Reincarnation

A fun DRPG that uses a wonderful retro look for its graphics. Surprisingly emotionally gripping, and extremely cruel.

12: Amnesia: The Bunker

It's great someone made a new game in the style of Alien: Isolation. Kudos for using a scarcely used setting as well.

11: Dead Space

A fun remake that makes the original largely obsolete. It basically took everything the original did and tuned it up.

10: Armored Core 6

I appreciate the game didn't really dwell too long on the inherent backstabbing nature of mercenary life.

09: Class of 09 (Also Class of 09: The Re-Up)

Well that's kind of fitting isn't it? I found certain parts of this pair of games to be extremely funny, and at times surprisingly emotionally gripping.

08: Bravely Default II

An expertly crafted retro style RPG with a surprisingly strong storyline.

07: Pizza Tower

I was really surprised at how much I liked the gameplay when every single time I looked at it before hand I was left extremely unimpressed.

06: Wo Long: Fallen Dynasty

I won't apologize for my love of this type of game. It's just constantly satisfying combat all the way through.

05: Potato Flowers in Full Bloom

I went in to this expecting nothing and came away with an absolutely wonderful and compelling experience.

04: Resident Evil 4

I swear I didn't do this intentionally. I love the recent slate of Resident Evil games Capcom has put out, they seem to just go from strength to strength. Perhaps one day one will steal the gold medal.

03: Umineko no Naku Koro Ni

Absolutely stellar, a masterclass in mystery story telling. There is not one wasted character in the entire one hundred and thirty hour story.

02: Pillars of Eternity II: Deadfire

Just as impressively designed as the first Pillars of Eternity, with a fresh new setting. Everything is a ten out of ten with this game, the story, the characters, the gameplay, the whole deal.

01: Baldur's Gate III

But this just stole the show. Unparalleled levels of reactivity and planning for most of the outlandish plans players could think up gave Baldur's Gate III the edge. I know I win no points for originality by saying Baldur's Gate III is the game of the year, but the fact is that it is.

But can you say it in red?

#end of the year #game of the year #baldur's gate iii #armored core 6 #class of 09 #pizza tower #resident evil 4 #dead space #might and magic x #might and magic #demon lord reincarnation #amnesia #amnesia the bunker #potato flowers in full bloom #bravely default ii #pillars of eternity #doom 3 #diablo 3 #umineko #wo long #hammerwatch ii #dragon age 2 #the witcher 2 #higanbana

[undermine-the-instinct]

Hi, this is not an ask, I just want to praise your writing (and maybe rant a little if you don't mind) but I feel like this message of mine is not appropiate to be left in the comments. So I'll left it here, do to it as you will!

I've truly fallen in love, with your Prince!Alhaitham series! I've already read all the drabbles you made and I'm so fascinated with all the stories, especially how you made and write the main couple's dynamics different with each roles of the MC/Reader.

I'm regretting my choice in the poll a bit though, my most favorite after reading all drabbles is the Head Advisor one, and my choice in the poll are the witch with true bloodline just because I know too little about the storylines at first. 😞

Even if I know one changed vote for me isn't going to make a lot of difference in the whole precentages...

As for why I love the Head Advisor one the most, mainly it's as I said, their dynamics. ✨

I've been looking for this kind of dynamics for so long. What caught me at furst is that, different from the other routes, you started the drabble with the Reader already obsessed with Alhaitham but still holding herself back to not cross too many boundaries and still respect his personal space, somewhat.

I frequently read the trope where the ML is cursed/have an unfortunate ability of attracting too much unwanted attention/just don't want the attention, and I get the reason why the MC is made to be an exception to that curse/attraction so the story will progress. But that kind of trope gets repetitive and then becomes boring from time to time.

Also, its not like the Head Advisor is just so obsessed with Prince Alhaitham to the point of neglecting/not paying attention to everything around her. I love it more that you showed a new side, the caring side, of the "King Snake"-villainess, as Cyno put it, around the General. MC/Reader being worried about Cyno's wellbeing is just... 🥰

Oh! And the MC/Reader's cute, a little oblivious side, despite being potrayed as a capable and intelligent person/witch, is just simply endearing and so adorable, and that aspect just added more to her charm. 😍

As for Alhaitham, you potrayed him so well too. Still calculating as ever and his self-control while being affected by aphrodisiacs... ❤️

Maybe this is just my delusion, but the outright kind of evil/manipulative (and hot in this case) implication behind his intention in asking the MC/Reader about the effects of someone else aphrosidiacs on her 😳

And, there can be insinuated a possible scenario of a jealous prince seeing the interaction of his Head Advisor with the General, though this is probably just me being delusional(again).

Though I'm a bit sad that the Head Advisor route isn't going to be adapted into a fic, I'm already pretty satisfied after reading "Deserving" (supposedly the general ending of the main storyline right?).

Thank you so much for making this masterpiece. 🙏

THIS ASK HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR DAYS BC IVE BEEN HOARDING LIKE A DRAGON AND OMg.....

Thank you for reading my au! You've put so much thought into this review and I love hearing the parts you love! The little nuances, like reader being both this King snake of the court, and yet a person with a crush on the prince but doesn't want to upset boundaries. Asking if Cyno is alright. Or the insinuation of Al haitham asking about other aphrodisiacs 👀👀👀

(Put under a cut bc I started talking about the future of this au and this got long)

I really, really loved this ask! Tbh, when I first started my Prince!AlHaitham drabble, it was just a simple brainrot that got so much traction, I felt I had to keep going. I thought about how could I write my own version of Al haitham, as a prince, and still have him in character.

What would his dynamic be with the reader? Well, that depends on who they are. Which I put a poll about and multiple ideas sprouted in my head. Also, the Head Advisor!reader was also my favorite to write out of all of them, but maybe that's bc of the drama of the scene I wrote out 😅😅😅.

The reason I have a 'canon' storyline is because I have an actual story I want to tell, and though that takes time and editing and planning, I'm excited to be working on it and sharing it with you all! There's this whole au universe I've made up, characters to implement, plotlines (like what is up with alhaitham's curse, hm?) And so much more. Genshin has me in a choke hold so there will be plenty more in the future of this blog.

And do not fret beloved. While I dont want to overwhelm myself, I'm really digging the idea of having different routes for the different reader. Like the general story, but affected and influenced by the different readers ive written about. But that'll be in the future possibly, for now I can stick with drabbles and brainrots 😅😔.

Thank you for the oh so lovely ask! Even reading it days later has me giddy and smiling! Pls stay along for the Prince!Al Haitham au journey!!!

#ask #cicireplies #cicitalks #cici talks #sweet ask #prince!al haitham #my stuff #my writing #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #fic planning #im holding this ask close to my chest and never letting go #taking screenshots and giggling like a schoolgirl #THANK YOU FOR THE LOVELY ASK/REVIEW #cici answers

[stregoniconiconii]

I thought I was the only one tired of all the untagged r*nance in steddie/gen fic! I have them filtered out on ao3 for a reason, so why I'm still seeing it? I know not everyone is a stobin first, but I am. so for me it's unthinkable to even imagine Robin dating Nancy (or Steve dating Tammy/Vicki). they would never break the girl/bro/bff code like that😔

untagged relationships get to me in general I just don't like getting jump scared altho I have to say I empathise/sympathise with the ronancers it's hard out there for a wlw ship and they have to do deal with sooo much more untagged steddie and also just. actually this fic with the ronance tag is actually just steddie :)) a common problem for popular side ships unfortunately. but it does annoy me bc I don't ship it and a lot of really good steddie or gen fics just have it now. oh well its just fanfiction

I think Ive said this before but it's not necessarily the bff code violation of it all that gets to me with ronance it's the way that it always seems to be a non issue. like robin sometimes gets anxious over his reaction but Steve never gets upset about it or has many feelings about it in general besides oh im so happy my best friend has fallen in love with someone and ofc it was with Nancy bc everyone falls in love with Nancy and I think im supposed to think its some sort of trope subversion like when Steve didn't really say anything when Nancy "chose" Jonathan bc it's like oh look the thing u thought would be a problem and cause jealousy and emotional conflict actually didn't! which. yeah okay whatever. I happen to like problems. and sometimes im like are we going to explore how Steve folds like a house of cards if he thinks that it will cause the least conflict even if he's like dying inside? and then we don't bc he's busy getting dicked down by Eddie. and also I think Nancy is painfully straight but that's by the by

part of it is also me just not vibing with the pair the spares thing that happens in fandom a lot. like there's a popular pairing and then ppl are like well what are we going to do with the rest of them? and they just start pairing them off and if there's like one left over they get thrown into a throuple or something. like how after s3 harringrove shippers started shipping robin with heather so that nobody was alone. it just makes me wonder how much thought is being put into the shipping...idk. at the end of the day wanting everyone to have a romantic happy ever after isn't necessarily a bad thing I just think it's boring. and I obviously don't have an inside look as to why something I don't ship is popular bc well. I don't read it. so maybe there's a lot of very compelling reasons and characterisations or whatever for whatever pairing that im just not seeing. even if the compelling reason is just hot girls should kiss

#I ended up ranting a bit lol #ik the actors ship it but actors aren't real <3 they can have their head canons I have my own #codependent stobin #fail stoncy

[floridensis]

anyway, we had to go to a home depot like an hour away because no one closer had the tiles we were looking for. in order to not make this trip just an annoying chore i proposed we go to somewhere cool that might otherwise be too far to bother visiting usually. since someone mentioned it in my class the other day so it was on the mind, i suggested we see the fruit and spice park

it might not be obvious, but its a park where they grow edible plants. they have lots of tropical edible plants (and some non edible plants) from all over the world. you are not allowed to pick anything off the plants or take fruit home, but you are allowed to eat anything that fell off a plant (as long as you know it is edible, they beg) and take seeds home.

it was really cool. ive mentioned it before, but i have sensory problems with plant matter and have a stupid hard time trying to get it down. but the excitement of all the fruit you can find meant i was going to try!

i had tried starfruit on multiple occasions before and found myself very disappointed and not going to buy any more, but there were a bunch of really pretty ripe looking ones on the ground so i decided to go for it. it was DELICIOUS. it was SO GOOD. i had no tools or utensils and didnt want to actually Eat it because then it would be a whole thing but i was going to suck all the juice i could out of it while i was walking around. juice went absolutely everywhere. i felt unashamed, but very much like a toddler with the picky eating and the sticky juice all over my face and arms and shirt. literally looked like this but with starfruit:

i wanted to sample some annona fruits, because i have a volunteer pond apple and could easily collect more, and they can be used as good rootstock for other, more edible species to be grafted on, which i might consider exploring. unfortunately none of the many annona species had dropped fruit at the time, with the exception of the sugar apples that were dropping desiccated fruits destroyed by wasps. one of the employees was REALLY excited that i knew what pond apple was

as we were leaving i found some bananas that had fallen. you could tell they were good because they were small. i collected some to bring back to my parents and sister (the tile trip would have been a 2 person job but everyone decided to see the park) and my dads face immediately lit up because apparently he was looking for fallen bananas the whole time, but his search was...... fruitless. i just kinda nibbled on and licked one myself, it was really good but i wasnt feeling like committing to the ordeal of eating it. the park apparently has 60 varieties of bananas

i really wanted to try jackfruit, as did my mom, but the only ones on the ground were quite nasty looking. i did take a seed, though. i dont actually intend to grow it in my yard but i just thought it would be fun to try growing, and maybe i can use it to barter with if it does well.

i also took home a fallen bit of that cactus i posted. i might keep that or give it away

they had a lot of different avocado varieties. my dad loves avocado so he spent most of his time sampling them and taking seeds

it was fun. id love to visit in different seasons, but its not a very convenient drive

[dustofthedailylife]

Hii beautifull :>

So I was and still am sick as hell so I am really sorry for not writing you sooner and short feedback about that amazing headcanons(? im still confused about labeling stories)

You know me, I usually write something for each one but today I don't think I have that much energy I'm soo sorry BUT DONT YOU DARE TO THINK I DIDNT LIKE THEM I LOVE THEM

And also HOLY SHIT IVE MISSED THAT MUCH? AN EVENT!?! I hope you still have a place for me in the event :3 I'll write for the event when I woke up from my nap in 2 hours I think? dunno?

Let's get back to the headcanons

You know everyone says "i can feel the butterflies in my stomach" when they get excited right? Well, I felt a fcking eagle flapping its wings! ALL OF THEM WAS PERFECT!!!!! When I was reading it my mother was sitting across me and saw me blushing and giggling and asked me if I had a bf. [Yes mom, im dating with 9 fictional men]

I'm trying to decide whose part is my favorite but it's harder then my physic exams tbh. Each of them has their best parts, like Ayato's boldness, Childe's teasing, Diluc's shyness, Heizou's offer, Kaeya's flustered but teasing attitude, Kazuha's softness, Thoma's flustered state, Xiao's attempt to playing cool and Zhongli's confidence. As you can see I've already fallen in love with them all eheheheh

I'd love to write more about them but unfortunately I am exhausted :[ I'm gonna take a quick nap and send you an event ask

Luv ya <3 thank you for feeding us with good works mwah 😙

-⛄️

Hi ⛄-Nonnie!!

I'm so sorry to hear you're sick! I hope you feel better soon, speedy recovery 💕

It was headcanons with short drabbles so you got that right, haha!

And please don't stress yourself that you didn't write something for each. I already appreciate it when you send an ask at all about what I write. It genuinely makes me feel all giddy and happy every time again! Just knowing someone reads and enjoys what I write means the world.

Also yes, very valid. Dating all the fictional men! What can we do, they're just too perfect 🤭

Hope your nap was nice! And as I said before, get well soon! Hope you have a great weekend despite being sick and make sure to drink enough! 💕

#🍁 dust mail #🍁 mail from: ⛄ anon #thank you once again for your compliments and generally for giving any kind of feedback to my fic