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Howl At The Moon
Werewolf Steve Harrington x GN Reader
Hope y’all enjoy this idea that’s been bouncing around in my head for awhile:) if it does well I’ll write more parts:)
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Steve threw on his vest, checking his reflection in the family video bathroom before pulling at the handle of the door…and sighing as it came off in his hand.
He mumbled to himself in frustration as he walked to Robin’s side, placing the handle in her hand as he blushed.
“Again dingus?” Robin scolded, concern in her eyes. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, “I know, I know.”
She sighed, “Keith’s gonna take this out of your paycheck.”
He groaned, “I know.”
Robin placed the handle down on the counter, “what are we gonna tell him Steve? First you pulled your locker door clean off, then you crushed that VHS tape, and now this?”
He pulled a hand down his face in frustration, “I don’t know.”
Robin shook her head, “just…don’t touch anything,” she said, half joking.
Steve crossed his arms over his chest and bit his lip, nodding softly at Robin’s words.
This nightmare had been plaguing Steve for months.
In hindsight, everything sort of added up. Steve had been practically skipping back to his car, after a steamy night at skull rock, when he’d encountered an unusually large dog.
Helpful boy that he was, Steve had gone to check the dog’s collar so he could return it to its owner.
Though he’d approached the growling animal with as much gentleness and caution as he could, it hadn’t stopped the huge dog from sinking its teeth into the skin of his hand.
Steve cursed himself for not just leaving the imposing animal be every time he changed the gauze on his wound that month.
He’d always been an athlete, so he didn’t think much of it when his shoulders and arms began to bulk up, and his abs began to show some more definition. He’d figured his early morning trips to the gym before work were finally starting to pay off.
He’d always been hairy, so when he’d had to shave multiple times a day to keep his face clean, he’d brushed it off. He’d figured it was second puberty or something, he hadn’t really paid much attention in biology.
But when he woke up in the woods drenched in sweat the morning after a full moon, completely naked with no memory of what had transpired the night before…Steve figured something was up.
He’d want to Robin for help, a little worried he might have rabies. She’d accessed his symptoms and nervously gave him the diagnosis of lycanthropy.
He was grateful for Robin, but he was sick of trading his nights at lover’s lake for nights chained up in her basement. He was sick of breaking everything he put his hands on. He was sick of feeling like a danger to his friends.
He groaned, movies made werewolves seem so much cooler.
He leaned against the counter, but quickly scurried away when he heard it begin to crack.
He’d just stand behind the desk, not moving, not touching anything, just stand there for…he checked his watch, the next five hours.
He groaned, garnering a sympathetic look from Robin, who was stocking the shelves.
The day dragged on as Steve checked out movies for customers and watched the minutes tick by slowly.
There was even a very brief moment where he considered calling Dustin at school, just to pass the time.
He grumbled to himself as he checked out Pretty In Pink to a guy he vaguely recognized from his high school basketball team. The girl attached to the dude’s hip smacked her gum loudly, grating on Steve’s nerves thanks to his hyper werewolf hearing. When Steve slid the VHS forward she blew a bubble that practically popped in his face. Work was hell.
On top of that, he was gonna rent Pretty in Pink this weekend.
After the annoying couple left, the bell attached to the front door rang to signal someone had entered the store.
“Welcome to fam-” Steve had begun to recite the greeting spiel, when the most amazing scent hit his nose. The smell knocked him out and clouded his senses. His eyes fluttered closed as he breathed in the heavenly scent.
“Welcome to Family Video, how can we help you?” he heard Robin say, prompting his eyes to fly open and meet hers.
She shot him a look that he knew meant, ‘get your shit together,’ but how could he?
Not when you were walking towards him, bringing your scent with you and driving him wild. He grabbed the counter and bit his lip to keep from jumping over.
“Hi,” you said, your smile lighting up your entire face, “do you have Little Shop of Horrors?”
He was a mess of uh and ums as his brain fought to form a sentence.
Your brow furrowed in concern at the flushed face of the man in front of you. “Are you ok?” you asked, placing a hand on his forehead to check for a temperature.
Steve’s heart leapt in his chest when you touched him. His thoughts were consumed with visions of you touching him everywhere over and over again.
Of course, this didn’t help his already tomato red complexion. The sensory overload from your presence caused a soft whimper to slip from his lips.
Your hand recoiled when you realized you’d touched a stranger’s forehead without even thinking. It was your turn to blush as you stuttered out an apology.
“It’s fine,” Steve managed to breathe out as his strong grip threatened to tear the counter in two.
Robin, who’d been slowly dying from second hand embarrassment by the shelves, had come over to loop her arm through Steve’s and drag him to the back.
“We’ll just look for that movie for you!” she called over her shoulder as she pulled a frozen Steve to their stock room while he stared at you, his mouth agape.
“Oh! Ok! I’ll just…wait here,” you replied awkwardly, kicking yourself for freaking that gorgeous guy out.
As Robin slammed the door to the back room shut, you snapped in Steve’s face to garner his attention.
He blinked a couple times before training his eyes on her.
“What do you know about werewolf mates?” she asked nervously, her eye wincing as she predicted Steve’s answer.
“Werewolf what?” he asked confused.
Robin’s head fell and she sighed.
Another long night of research, great.
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hi! could you do headcanons of how the sakamakis are at school? like how they are in the classroom, what cliques they might be in, after school activities etc. ? thank you!
Ryoutei High-The diaboys at school (s + m + t) hcs
Hi Love,
Sorry, this has taken so long, I'm really trying to put this together for you. I'm really glad you asked this because I've been wanting to talk about their school life for so long. Really hope you like it though. :)
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General hcs (before we begin)
📚Okay, so it’s an academy and a night school, so just keep that in mind.
📚The name of the academy is called Ryoutei High School Academy
📚The town's name (not 100% sure) is Kaminashi.
📚High school in Japan is only three years.
📚School times are: 8:00pm/20:00 - 2:00am/2:00. Lunchtime is 12:00 am/24:00 (canon in a drama cd of theirs)
📚Like most schools, class is about 6-7hrs.
📚The school allows students of all grades to participate in things together.
📚It is a school with lower attendance than a regular school seeing it's an academy.
📚They have school festivals/field trips
📚Everyone who attends is from a rich family (I assume).
📚And you know everyone wears a uniform, but I do picture everyone does alter it to their style. We will get into that later tho.
📚The main school colors are Red, White, and black. Sometimes there are embellishments of gold tho. (not confirmed it just looks this way.)
📚I picture they have a basketball team and cheerleading team.
📚I know they have a music room, and I picture there to be a gym where gymnastics is practiced.
📚I also see that ballet, art, and singing classes are offered.
📚The school has a lot of school festivals and assemblies for all grades.
📚They have school dances and parades too.
📚I could see that some students play baton when they have parades and stuff like that.
📚The school has two stories and a rooftop.
📚Apart from having a cooking class, they also have a library and a music room.
📚Oh, their dad is actually the nurse at the school. (canon)
📚There are clubs and everyone is in their own clique (well most are). But tbh most dl characters are not to keen on cliques.
📚I will say that school in the demon world is completely different tho. (let me know if you want a post about it, it sounds cool!)
Sakamaki
Shu:
📚Third-year, but he is repeating the year as we know.
📚Technically, he would be in college/uni.
📚According to the manga and what I’ve heard people have called him the music-king.
📚I get the vibe that people think he’s like some legend or something.
📚So he gives off the vibe as a cool closed-off rich boy who listens to music.
📚And a lot of girls like him—like, every b!tch has got a crush on this guy or did at one point.
📚I can’t even begin to say how many love letters he must get--and how many women throw themselves at him.
📚He is very popular.
📚Has no rivals but guys want to be better than him.
📚He doesn’t really alter his uniform just has a few buttons undone.
📚He always has his earbuds in and sleeps anywhere.
📚Teachers get mad at him for sleeping in the halls and in classes when he decides to go.
📚He only shows up to music class routinely since it’s the only period he deems interesting.
📚He doesn’t pay attention to anyone though like in class he never utters a word and when he does it’s only because someone is asking him something or if the teacher wants a response.
📚And even then it's not much its usually just three words.
📚Girls gush whenever they get the chance to talk to him.
📚Sometimes he has talked to girls, if they are his partner or if they flaunt their skirt and depending on how short or tight it is around the h!p area he judges their undergarments and makes them feel shameful. But that’s about it.
📚He does the bare minimum to pass so he won’t go to the north pole again.
📚Goes to the school ballet recitals to see the girls dance.
📚Rejects every chick who asks him out—and he has no shame in telling them he’s not interested.
📚Although he might bang one chick for a fling if he feels like it.
📚Gets a bunch of chocolate and love letters during valentines day/white day.
📚He lays down anywhere and likes to get a view up girls’ skirts.
📚He swears girls don't wear shorts under their skirts because they're trying to amuse/sed*ce him.
📚Sleeps in detention, but most of the time he doesn’t show up.
📚Speaking of sleeping, you can find him on benches, on the field, rooftop, in a vacant room, anywhere, even in the janitor’s closet.
📚He isn’t in any groups, labels, or afterschool activities.
📚Since electives/clubs are required, he chooses music-related ones.
📚I know his grades are relatively low but if he tried he’d have better grades than Reiji.
📚Sorry Rei.
📚His desk has collected dust due to never attending.
📚He once had a locker but bc he never attends school they thought it belonged to no one and when the janitor opened it up to clean after the school year was over, it flooded the room with love letters and expired valentines day candies/chocolates.
📚It was a disaster and took hours to clean up.
📚The triplets were so jealous he got so much in one year.
📚Reiji was so mad because he had to write a check to pay off for the damages it caused for the school.
📚It damaged the property with the locker being busted and sticky because of the melted candy. And because of the avalanche of unrequited love letters (over 3000 love letters) and all the candies--it all collapsed on the poor janitor. Costing them even more money to pay off for the guy’s health insurance.
📚 Their father wasn’t pleased at all.
Reiji:
📚A third-year as we know.
📚Seems like a teacher's pet, all the teachers praise him tbh.
📚In class he’s usually quiet unless he notices that the teacher messed up or if he’s giving an answer.
📚He doesn’t show off his intelligence too much tho because it's a poor action for someone with manners.
📚Although he will demonstrate if given the opportunity.
📚His favorite subject is science, more specifically chemistry and he usually likes to do his experiments alone but will work with groups or a partner if he must.
📚He keeps a model image for his family tho because he doesn’t want anyone to catch on to anything.
📚Plus he’s a model student, but he is like annoyed by practically everyone.
📚He has probably been a TA for some classes and he gets to help out his younger brothers.
📚someone please ask about TA Rei hcs. Plz!!! @mikalara-dracula we should make them!
📚Sits in the middle row, probably near the end of a row.
📚Has good grades pretty much everywhere except P.E.. He sucks.
📚If someone is better than him like Ruki, he feels automatically challenged.
📚His rival is Ruki in fact.
📚And so I could see that his locker is like on the opposite side of his so Reiji usually gives him bad looks and vice versa lol.
📚Oh Ruki even shows off the girl he has to Reiji just to annoy him. Like right where the lockers are he’s like making out with her and Rei is annoyed af.
📚His locker is very neat too, it smells like tea.
📚Has a lot of science books in there and possibly an extra pair of gloves, and a handkerchief.
📚Probably has all the shelves and everything all organized.
📚His desk would be just as neat.
📚He has received some love letters and he just finds it amusing.
📚Tries to find out if Ruki receives more love letters than him xDD.
📚Reiji takes them home and reads them and ended up grading them.
📚He keeps them in a box to keep a record and see if the letters he will receive again are from the same people or not.
📚He once got two letters that he graded as an A-minus so he wondered if it was from the same person.
📚He plays detective during this time and once he figures it out he just keeps it to himself.
📚But will tea$e the girl indirectly whenever he is alone with her.
📚One time he got a diss letter but it was written by the triplets but they posed it as a girl writing the letter.
📚He was so confused by it, especially by the slang in it. He thought it was Ruki, but deep down he knew he wasn’t the type to do that.
📚Since electives are required he is probably in cooking class seeing he can put his skills to work. But he feels challenged because Ruki’s in there.
📚They probably debated once about who made a better carbonara dish and the bickering never ended between them.
📚He doesn’t have any cliques he’d been in but he might befriend some nerds and I’m talkin’ hardcore nerds at school to keep an image.
📚Usually he stays after school and a bunch of girls ask for his help and they try to fl!rt with him. (It was mentioned somewhere in the game.)
📚I picture that a lot of girls like him too because he’s smart and he acts polite to them as well.
📚Reiji does date (there’s been implied evidence in the game translations that he has in the past) and when he does it's really to benefit him and his family image.
📚 It’s all fun and games nothing serious. After all, this boi knows that his dad has someone picked out for him already.
📚If he’s in a club, it would be a chess club, as one would assume. The nerdiness gets real in there.
📚 Or possibly a debating club. Or better yet, a nerd-debating club! And as a plus, Ruki’s in there. AND—they’re on opposite debating sides!!!
📚If the school has a student council he’d be a part of it for sure.
📚Usually you will find Reiji in class or if he’s not, he is usually in the laboratory or the library reading a book.
📚If his brothers get in fights he tries to pretend he doesn’t know them.
📚One time his brothers got him in detention and when Ruki found out about Reiji being in detention, he never let him live it down. He tea$es him about it until this day and will randomly bring that subject up if Reiji's trying to impress a girl xDD.
Laito:
📚Second-year
📚Has been expelled/suspended (this actually happened according to a drama cd I just can’t remember)
📚Fl!rt and total playboy.
📚Very popular with the ladies and competes with Ayato.
📚His grades are pretty decent (according to drama cds)
📚He doesn’t study that much tho. Like, he’s just that guy that doesn’t study and f*ckin’ passes.
📚In class he doesn’t talk too much but he is usually sitting in the back or near the back with a bunch of chicks.
📚Fl!rts with the teachers from time to time.
📚Fl!rts in class and if there is a new girl he plans to get to her first before anyone else. It’s a game tbh.
📚The teachers are slightly annoyed by him and disappointed.
📚As an elective class he’d either take French to fl!rt/sweet talk the girls, cooking class, or something like dance so he can brush up on the girls.
📚He also wouldn’t really be in a clique but he’d be around all the girls at school.
📚His rival is really Kou and so there is real competition.
📚Is always banging some chick like no questions asked whether it be in the locker room, classroom, bathroom, or some other vacant room.
📚He usually wears his fedora to school and only takes it off if the teachers demand him, but since it’s in Japan I’m not sure if wearing a hat in class is against the rules.
📚His locker is close to Ayato’s and he honestly hasn’t customized it too much.
📚But inside I wouldn’t be surprised if he has s*x toys and a bunch of condoms in there.
📚His locker probably has some French cologne (Chanel #5), a few books, and some love letters.
📚His desk is clean but not too clean.
📚In the cafeteria he usually is with a chick or with his bro and they’re scheming something together against Reiji or to get a chick.
📚If he brings macarons with him, he likes to share them with the girls he hangs out with. Might even share it mouth-to-mouth with them.
📚P.E. is one of his favorite classes because he gets to see the girls in their short shorts.
📚He has banged every cheerleader at his school.
📚Wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to sleep with of the teachers/subs/staff members.
📚You can find him checking out women and usually in more secluded areas where he can be alone with one chick because he likes getting caught.
📚On days when he wants to be alone he will spend time figuring out crossword puzzles at an empty table.
📚He likes hanging out on rooftops too when he wants to be alone and think.
📚Laito also spends his time there if he is upset.
📚One time a girl confessed to him on the rooftop and he made all her dreams come true.
📚He never rejects the girls tbh and finds it a turn-on if they ask him out, unless they remind him of his mother and even then he just plays d!rty.
📚Oh, he also likes the rooftop because he can drink from someone without anyone knowing.
📚 Will get pissed off tho if someone interrupts him and he’s really down that day.
Kanato:
📚Second-year
📚Preppy
📚He takes teddy to school so he fought for him to have a student ID, and yes he made it possible.
📚I know most of the S brothers are popular at the school but I feel like Kanato and Subaru are the least thought of because they are different.
📚In Kanato’s case it is mostly because of his psychot!c tendencies that people do not interact with him. Although tbh at school it is a rumor.
📚Only some people know that he is crazy, cause if it was really evident, I don’t think he’d be allowed to go to school.
📚Plus the family image is important so he tries his best to like not freak out.
📚A lot of girls also like him bc he is sweet and romantic.
📚Here me out, I know this doesn’t sound like him but remember he has to put on a face and according to the manga if you take out the times where he is not acting up he does tend to be “nice,” and acts “romantically” with Yui. (it’s even in the game translations sometimes.)
📚Plus a lot of people who are psych0 usually have two sides and the side people see more of is usually the one that isn’t really them. It’s typically the one they develop to shield their true emotions. Of course, this varies on the person and the experiences but this is something to keep in mind when getting to know Kanato’s personality. (But again we also can’t apply human psychology to a vampire but sometimes feelings can apply to anything/anyone.)
📚Also, a lot of people who have a split personality may favor one person over the other so let's say there is someone he takes very special interest in and possibly loves, there is a chance that he may appear quite normal around them. If this is the case, I think you are able to see their true side which is where we witness Kanato’s romantic gestures seeing that he likes the girl he is with.
📚Regardless of this he does have a s*x drive and is pretty fl!rty so he can definitely get with the girls at school if he tried. But he doesn’t try because he just doesn’t like any of them—it’s pretty rare if he has a crush on anyone.
📚He loves it when it’s valentines day and girls confess to him. Of course, this doesn’t mean he is going to say yes to them.
📚As it is seen in anime he sits in the back of the class.
📚Doesn’t talk in class and hates it if teachers ask him questions.
📚“Can’t you see I wasn’t participating?!” He’d hiss at the teacher. “Why do you have to ask?!”
📚Sometimes he volunteers or whatever but don’t ever ask him, he has to opt-in.
📚Eats candy in class because his desk has a candy stash.
📚His desk is not that messy tho.
📚He has some books that have collected dust tho bc he never touches them.
📚Favorite class is either music or cooking class.
📚For after-school activities he’d either be in a sewing club or glee club.
📚He is also not in a clique tbh, he’s kinda on his own but a lot of girls like him.
📚It’s rare if he throws a tantrum bc he has to keep an image but sometimes he loses it.
📚Usually you can find Kanato in the cafeteria eating cake or some sweets, on the rooftop singing, on the steps of the stairs or on a bench playing with Teddy.
📚If he has an interest in a girl he will ditch his class most times and wait outside of her class just to talk to her.
📚I also picture that if she has class on the second floor he waits on the steps of the stairs to talk to her.
📚He is also such an attention seeker so when he is around a bunch of girls he will act sweet or even play victim so that they pamper him.
📚The girls literally make him food too.
📚He gets love letters too and he usually writes back, because believe it or not he typically knows who likes him and who doesn’t.
📚The only time he really gets in trouble is when someone takes Teddy away or ruins his cake. Then he lashes out.
📚He does bully some girls tho, especially the one he really likes.
📚Might have some interest in a new girl if she is cute.
📚Even tho a lot of girls like him he doesn’t sleep with all of them or anything like that. He just thinks they have to earn that.
📚Usually he picks a different girl out of the crowd to mess with. So if there was someone he liked it wouldn’t be in the circle he’s usually around.
📚It would be some other girl he finds pretty and his main goal is to k!ss her tbh, and I see that with one girl that he liked he got to do this. The girls are jealous but he tells them they have to let it go.
📚Oh yeah and he is a fl!rt if you haven’t noticed, he usually manipulates the girl if he wants a k!ss or something.
📚Apart from this he doesn’t have good grades cause he just doesn’t care to do his work.
📚Oh in his locker it’s purple inside and he keeps an extra outfit for Teddy in there, l!pstick from a girl, and something that belongs to his crush.
📚It has a purple lock, and it smells like a candy store.
Ayato:
📚Second-year
📚A jock and a boi for life.
📚Mr. Popular
📚He’s on his school’s basketball team.
📚His rivals are Shu, Shin, Kino, and Laito (sometimes).
📚But he’s okay with Laito bc he hooks him up with chicks, so it’s pretty fair.
📚P.E. is his favorite class.
📚Cause he gets to see the girls in their sport clothes.
📚However, he does like cooking class because he gets to eat food and begs people and the teacher to make takoyaki.
📚And plus girls make him food.
📚After school he is playing basketball.
📚If he’s not on the basketball court he’s either talking to a girl/cheerleader, getting in trouble or in the cafeteria getting snacks.
📚He fl!rts a lot and is probably hanging with a group of jocks like him.
📚They all keep a record of which girls they screw and whose done the most, all in one book the boys keep among them.
📚He keeps the notebook in his locker and Laito is also a participant.
📚Ayato makes sure he has the highest score and is the “best.”
📚So yes, he fl!rts with girls all the time.
📚Oh and if there is a new girl, he’s going to try and impress her so hard.
📚A lot of girls like him too cause they’re like “he’s so hot!”
📚Has terrible grades like C average but he does have some Ds and Fs.
📚Tries to bribe teachers to have better grades with money or by doing favors for them bc he doesn’t want his dad to get mad about him not passing. He believes he’s gotta hustle because his personal life is more important to him.
📚Never tries tho.
📚But does cheat all the time.
📚Usually Kino gives him the answers but there’s a price to pay.
📚It could be anything but the biggest thing he ever did in order to pass the benchmark tests, so Kino dared him to go streaking.
📚And as expected Kino made a vine out of it.
📚Is in summer school/remedial classes tho.
📚Is actually pretty stupid and clueless.
📚Has been in detention with his brothers one too many times.
📚Even with Reiji because he got him in trouble once. During that day of detention, Reiji kept advocating that he shouldn't be there and that it was a mistake to punish him.
📚And when Ruki found out about Reiji being in detention, he never let him live it down. He tea$es him about it until this day and will randomly bring that subject up if Reiji's trying to impress a girl xDD.
📚He tries to act like he doesn’t know who Rei is because he is embarrassed by him. And he does this to Subaru especially because he thinks he’s weird.
📚But Subaru will just sock him.
📚He’s also a per.v so he does peak in the girl’s locker room.
📚Has a few ex’s at the school too but they’re just girls he made out with for two hours. Literally.
📚Makes sure he’s always in the yearbook every year. Also tries to be on the front few pages of it and will literally advocate for this.
📚In class he sits in the back and hardly knows what’s going on.
📚Tips his chair all the time and one time it backfired on him.
📚And Kino was laughing his a$$ off.
📚He is extremely annoying and teachers are disappointed in him. And so is Rei.
📚Kinda like a class clown.
📚Passes notes and texts during class, and will make excuses to leave.
📚Will bully the freshmen and girls that he thinks are fun to mess with.
📚Eats candy in class or chips.
📚He asks stupid questions to derail the class so that the teacher forgets what they were supposed to do in the first place.
📚He gets dress coded but the teachers eventually gave up.
📚He’s gotten citations before too, mostly for just swearing in class.
📚His locker is messy just like his desk, papers and books are everywhere.
📚He gets love letters but wayyyy less than Shu.
📚His lock is red and the combo is the year he was born in. (I picture all the boys have their lock combo set to the year they were born in.)
📚The locker has his basketball, his sports clothes, the notebook we talked about, and even snacks.
📚It smells like sweat tho, and its just a mess. He probably even has cheez wiz or something else that's gross and expired from five years ago. He says it’s still good.
📚In his desk he has gadgets that he uses that will distract everyone in class.
📚One time when he was in Reiji’s SI session for science and he pressed on his remote to have the disco ball come out play music. Something he set up with Kino and Shin after school was over.
📚He’d even take out the screws out of the teacher’s chairs, that way they will just fall when they sit.
📚Most of these pranks are done with his brothers, sometimes Shu joins.
📚He will ask Kino or Shin to help him out if its a really big prank tho.
📚And Reiji just scolds.
📚Sticks gum under the teacher’s desk or under the wheels of the chair.
📚Pulls pranks on the teachers and Reiji gets so mad.
📚Has even messed with the principal's microphone and Reiji really lost it with him.
📚He also messed with the clocks once just to get out early, it went on for a week before the teachers caught on.
📚Egged one of the teacher’s cars and even TPed their house.
📚Makes sure everyone is following him on his social media.
📚His backpack has anything but books, it’s stuffed with papers and tools to jack up the place.
📚He has drama class with Kino and so they made this (watch from 1:25 - 1:54)
📚There was another time when Laito and him were waiting for Rei to SI a class and this is what they were up to. (watch from 8:16 - 8:25)
Subaru:
📚First-year
📚Is actually a loner.
📚But does get in fights especially if there is a guy harassing his crush.
📚Or if someone insults him and tries to pick a fight with him.
📚Doesn’t have the best grades but tries.
📚He’s so emo, so a lot of people don’t talk to him.
📚So he doesn’t have a group or anything like that.
📚He doesn’t have a favorite class unless the girl he likes is in that class.
📚Then he can’t help but blush.
📚Something he might like is art or music tho because it can be calming.
📚For after school activities he might be in something with music or art to take his mind off things.
📚Or maybe wood carving because it takes his mind off things and I could see him being really talented that it impresses people.
📚I could see he knows how to sketch and so he sits on the bench and listens to emo music after school.
📚After school he is usually in study hall trying to fix his grades or he’s (discreetly) following his crush around.
📚He has been in detention with his brothers (except Reiji) and oh god if Laito is there it will end in another fight, and possible suspension.
📚He also probably sits in the back, or at the end of the middle row.
📚Doesn’t talk a lot in class, tries to listen tho.
📚Gets flustered if he’s asked to explain and he doesn’t know what to say because he’s been thinking/staring at his crush.
📚Most times tho he just answers the best he can.
📚Has slept in class before.
📚The teachers worry about him, and he probably likes his music teacher bc she’s nice too him.
📚His locker has scratches and sometimes notes, not very nice ones either. Probably has stickers that are emo phrases plastered on the outside of his locker as well.
📚Has band posters in his locker.
📚It just has books, an extra jacket (probably leather), his headphones, music albums (80s/90s goth era—things like K!SS, Motley Crew, ACDC, Manson, etc.). He has a man's journal with very personal findings too.
📚He writes in it everyday.
📚After school you can usually find him under a tree where he writes in his journal, usually about his thoughts, regrets, what happens, or about his crush. And there’s a lot of crumbled up pages because sometimes, he gets upset, rips them and then regrets he did it and puts them back in.
📚But it’s not cringy, it’s actually sad.
📚He’s quiet poetic actually, and if someone ever got a hold of it I think they’d feel pretty bad when reading his life.
📚Has some photographs in it, probably about the girl he onced like but had to make a decision on letting her go seeing his family would get involved.
📚You can also find him on the rooftop, in detention, study hall, or outside.
📚His desk is a bit of a mess but not too much, he keeps something that belongs to his crush in there too.
Kino:
📚Third-year
📚Doesn’t have a rival, but sometimes Shu gets on his nerves bc chicks loves him for no reason.
📚Has a few small tattoos, but not in areas where teachers can see since there's a rule about students not being allowed to be tatted.
📚Fl!rts with chicks all the time.
📚Makes a competition out of it with Ayato as I’ve said before.
📚Would so smack a random girl's a$$ while walking past her in the halls and then give her a sm!rk and wink in return cuz he's hot like that.
📚Will make out with a random chick in the halls and lives for getting caught by a teacher. He'll just sm!rk and play it off smugly.
📚Has a lot of flings, unlike Ayato who just brags about it but never actually does anything.
📚If he really likes a girl he won't stop bothering her, in fact he’ll go in her class and act like he’s in the right class.
📚Is on his phone 24/7 and the teachers get so mad.
📚Tries to keep his headphones in the entire time he’s in class.
📚He also pretends to be listening to music with his headphones, but realistically, he's just listening in on girls' conversations.
📚Records in class, especially if Ayato’s about to do something stupid.
📚Tries to make vines in class too.
📚Is actually smart but doesn’t try.
📚Tries to be paired up with girls so he can bribe them into doing all the work.
📚Sits with his feet on the desk in the back of the class.
📚Teachers don’t like him.
📚His favorite class is P.E. because he gets to see the girls practice cheer, and see them run on the track.
📚Everyone at school knows him and follows his social media.
📚He’s on the basketball team with Ayato.
📚Gets into detention with him all the time.
📚Gets a lot of love letters.
📚His locker is next to Ayato’s and he probably has the outside customized with band stickers.
📚It has an extra jacket, some random items, definitely another mobile device, rap and punk rock albums.
📚Other game-related objects, and multiple pairs of headphones.
📚Listens to a lot of rap music, and is really into female rappers.
📚And such lyrics give him ideas as to how he wants to eat a girl out.
📚Knows how to rap as well, and on school karaoke nights, he challenges Ayato to a rap battle and he always wins.
📚For after-school activities he is in a band and has an electric guitar.
📚Orders guava juice at the cafeteria and doesn't give a damn if people think it's weird.
📚You can usually find him in the cafeteria, basketball court, anywhere with Ayato, on his phone, or with a girl in the locker room.
📚Tries to get peaks in the girl's locker room with Ayato.
📚Has snuck alcohol in his thermos.
📚Condoms in his wallet or back pocket. Because he’ll find the time to bang a chick in between periods.
📚He is a jock so he’ll be around Ayato’s group and the band he’s with.
📚Like Ayato, he pranks teachers and staff as well; and even joins Ayato's antics sometimes and will try to make a vine out of it.
📚Ayato and Kino may start a food fight out of pure boredom in the cafeteria.
Mukami
Ruki:
📚Third-year
📚Is also very popular, more than Rei.
📚The girls think he’s hot.
📚He acts very sweet but he is also cold but the girls live for it.
📚Pro at math and history.
📚He’s been around for a long time so he knows so much history, a good amount he witnessed it too.
📚His favorite classes are math, history, and cooking class.
📚Is probably a T.A. and S.I. for math.
📚His rival is Rei.
📚So as you can imagine cooking class is just food wars/hell’s kitchen. It getz real.
📚Ruki likes to compete against Reiji all the time, he finds it fun.
📚Mostly cause he knows he’s better but will be worried if something seems a bit off and Reiji is scoring some points.
📚He will impress all the girls that spend time with Reiji just to make him mad.
📚Since he’s smoother with the ladies he rubs it in Reiji’s face that he can get any girl he wants.
📚As I said in Reiji’s part their lockers are across from each other on opposite sides so he will k!ss/make out with a girl against the lockers in front of Reiji.
📚You can find Ruki in the library most time but when he isn’t there you can find him reading outside, in the study hall helping others, solving a puzzle, being nice to girl, or making out with a girl in the library.
📚I see that the school may have given him a job to help out the librarian and so a lot of girls come to ask him for help.
📚For like no reason even, they ask where a book is or like they don’t need anything they just want to talk to him.
📚He thinks it’s amusing but kind of annoying.
📚Would be so attracted to a girl if she wasn’t interested in talking to him and came to the library often but never asked for help.
📚He like wants to know that girl.
📚Enjoys the job bc it's quiet and he gets to sort books there, plus it makes Reiji feel challenged because teachers like him and he’s helping the school.
📚Ruki would also be part of the student council if the academy offered it.
📚He isn’t bad at P.E. he’s just not big on it.
📚For after-school activities he would either be in nerd debate club, chess club, or better yet, a book club.
📚And you can only imagine how many girls tried to enter these clubs.
📚In class Ruki sits in the middle of the middle rows.
📚He is relatively quiet but will stare at a girl (in a hot way) and get her to look back which makes the teachers annoyed if they notice.
📚Knows the answer to like everything so the teachers hardly call on him but he will correct the teachers, especially with the history dates.
📚And if Rei answers a history question with the wrong date, Ruki’s all for it on correcting him- but this rarely happens.
📚Keeps a low profile but a lot of teachers like him seeing that he turns in the work and is a model student.
📚He’s always been asked to help out since he acts nice, which he isn’t mean but he can be cold.
📚This is the reason why some people feel intimidated to approach him.
📚His locker is average but neat.
📚He keeps a lot of books in there and he also keeps a diary, he has a few, I see it. But they are under a lock and everything.
📚This way, Kou never reaches them.
📚His locker has a musk scent like his cologne.
📚It is clean and keeps spare stationery items, a locket which might mean something to him, and the undergarments of the girl he’s currently seeing.
📚Gets a lot of f*cking love letters, more than Kou.
📚But if anything they are not love letters, they just thirst letters. lol
📚The school has dances and he participates only when he has a gf bc she wants to go and he’s actually pretty good.
📚He does rehearse with his date and bc he’s a vampire he’s been around for a while so he knows a lot of different dances.
📚So be prepared for surprises; although I will say he doesn’t like to show his moves, he’d have to really like the girl to do that.
📚He’s also incredibly sweet if he cares about someone so if he cares about a girl she is lucky.
📚The girls at school love this side of him and gush about it.
📚Personally, I don’t think Ruki has a group he hangs out with at school.
📚Ruki is probably with Yuma and Azusa but usually he’s by himself in the library. Kou is busy with his fangirls.
📚Tho he does act respectfully when around others so people like him and sometimes talk to him.
📚Yuma and Kou usually cause problems and so he apologizes for them.
📚Oh although Ruki isn’t rivals with Ayato (I know they say he is but i don’t see it, i mean ya’ll what even is Ayato compared to dis man?!) I do think he likes to make Ayato feel challenged.
📚But Ruki’s not worried because he knows he’s better than him.
📚He has the best grades out of his brothers without even trying tbh.
Yuma:
📚Third-year
📚Doesn’t have a rival but he dislikes Shu a lot.
📚He usually helps Azusa so he doesn’t get bullied plus he knows people will try to pick on him.
📚So he protects him a lot of the time.
📚He’s gotten into fights and Ruki tells him not to do it again over and over but he never changes.
📚”Ruki, man, I lost my cool with those @ssholes.”
📚”Yuma, you have to control yourself, they’re only humans remember?”
📚Has decent grades, he doesn’t like not passing so he does put in the effort.
📚It’s mostly because he’s not lazy and hates slacking no matter what it is.
📚So he’s always productive, and as you can imagine he does well in P.E. mostly cause he has a lot of strength.
📚Coaches want him on the team bc he’s tall.
📚I know he’s not arrogant but I think he does like to flex about his strength just a little deep down but not very much.
📚Because Yuma is strong I see that helps out with caring things if the teachers ask or if the school is setting up for festivals the Mukamis usually help out and he’s always carrying heavy boxes for them.
📚If he notices one of his teachers has too many things in their hands he offers them help.
📚Bc he’s tall he’s always asked to sit in the back so other students can see, which he does.
📚There was one time a girl asked if they could switch sits bc she was much shorter than him and so he felt bad for not noticing earlier.
📚Didn’t mind giving up his seat. Although if he liked the girl he’d just tell her to sit on his lap or that if she wanted to switch seats that automatically makes her his.
📚He doesn’t talk much in class it’s only if he’s supposed to or if he has a question about the work.
📚But usually he’s just listening and doing the work.
📚He always has his hair tied up and I swear girls would d!e to see it down.
📚Not in a clique, he’s either with Azusa or Ruki, helping someone, or is on his own in class. Sometimes he’s just chilling.
📚Although if the school had a garden, he’d be all for it.
📚Used to be on one of the school's sports teams but he doesn’t do it anymore.
📚After school, he is either in study hall, or in a club since it’s required. And if he had to be in a club, it be something like cooking or something to do with horticulture. Even something regarding handy work- he likes it.
📚His favorite class is probably cooking class because it’s about food and P.E. because he can be outside.
📚Although the Mukami’s are pretty popular especially because of Kou people are intimidated by Yuma because he’s very loud and he’s got a deep voice.
📚So most do not approach him because of this but there are still girls who do like him, though I think he is bothered way less than Ruki and Kou.
📚And he honestly prefers it that way bc he can’t stand a crowd of teenage girls gushing over him.
📚Sure, this would boost his ego up but he finds fangirls annoying. He just can’t stand the screaming or outbursts of excitement.
📚You can find Yuma usually in study hall, helping out Azusa, in detention bc he got in a fight to protect Azusa or bc Kou annoyed him.
📚You might even find him outside just thinking or on the rooftop just sitting around.
📚His locker is a little messy, not too messy but a little sloppy.
📚It probably has a dent or two in it bc of previous fights or whatever.
📚He keeps books for school, a jacket/sweatshirt, stuff for Azusa considering that he might forget, spare keys to the mansion, a hair tie, has a gardening journal and he does add to it. Has small plants which he takes care of.
📚The locker smells like herbs so it’s actually not bad.
📚He might even keep extra items that he has to return, like if the girl he likes loses something and he finds it he keeps it in his locker until he sees her again.
📚his desk if he were to have one, i know most hs don’t but it would be the same deal as his locker not sloppy but smells nice.
📚He ignores Kou and tries to avoid him since he does find him annoying.
📚One time he got a love letter and he didn’t know what to think of it. He felt bad seeing he didn’t feel the same and he was a little surprised.
📚He gets them sometimes but it is rare, usually he pretends like he didn’t receive them bc he doesn’t know what to do with them.
📚Keeps Kou in line if he tries to blow their cover because he was thirsty.
📚Has probably gotten slips for cursing.
📚If he liked a girl he’d be the biggest jerk to her by tea$ing her all the time. And he doesn’t crush on many people- it’s not common.
Kou:
📚Third-year
📚His rival is Laito.
📚And oh boy, they go from one girl to the next.
📚They're always trying to see who received the most love letters.
📚He is surrounded by his fangirls a lot of the time.
📚His locker is filled with loved letters and fan mail.
📚Paparazzi take pictures of him.
📚He likes it but he does kinda hate it and wishes the girls would leave him alone at times.
📚In class he is the pretty boy and usually he distracts the girls which gets him in trouble.
📚He sits on the end of the middle rows or in the middle he doesn’t care honestly.
📚He somewhat studies but not a lot.
📚Will have one of his fangirls do his work and Yuma gets mad at him and calls him lazy.
📚If he has an interest in a girl he doesn’t pursue it bc of the fans.
📚In one of the mangas I believe he let Yui get bullied so only tells you how much he will be involved or be of help.
📚After school activities he might join a dance, drama, or glee club.
📚His favorite class is music and P.E. because he can socialize.
📚Encourages Azusa to get out there.
📚He gets into arguments with Yuma a lot which is why he does get in trouble.
📚He’s also a two-faced b!tch so some people don’t like him.
📚The group that he is in consists of girls, it’s really just the fan club at his school tbh.
📚He also hangs out with his brothers sometimes.
📚His locker is pink on the inside, there’s candy, a cat poster, extra clothes, a headset, outfit accessories, and music albums he likes.
📚Listens to LDR on repeat and other indie artists.
📚His locker probably smells like starbursts or some cologne he advertised.
📚It’s not very messy he has some shelves for his books and the locker has stickers on the front of it.
📚There is a good stack of fanmail in there too.
📚His desk doesn’t have much either it's just the school books and some candy.
📚He doesn’t get in trouble often either.
Azusa:
📚Third-year
📚He doesn’t have a rival he’s too nice.
📚He may have been suspended for showing his knife collection though for show-n-tell.
📚A loner, he doesn’t seem bothered by it but his biggest fear is not being acknowledged.
📚He probably likes this one girl in his class but he knows better than to approach her.
📚So he just admires her from afar and that's about it.
📚He doesn’t get love letters, not really.
📚Sits in the front or middle rows of seats.
📚He doesn’t really care, his grades are poor so he is in a lot of remedial classes to better understand.
📚Yuma is usually with him to help him pass.
📚It doesn’t surprise me if he’s slept in class before either.
📚A lot of people find him strange considering he has a lot of bandages and talks slow.
📚Realistically, I’m not surprised if people avoid him bc they can’t understand him.
📚They might think he’s mental bc he talks slow.
📚People don’t know much about him tho.
📚His locker is pretty vacant and has red stains on the front. (it’s his b!ood from his wounds but no one thinks its that.)
📚He keeps gauze in there, bandages, books for school, a hoodie, and probably a small knife.
📚If he had a desk it’s the same thing, he’s simple.
📚Doesn’t have a favorite class.
📚You can find him with his brothers, alone sitting on a bench, in the bathroom fixing his bandages, in the nurse's office, or talking to himself.
📚He’s actually nice and fails to realize it so he gets let down a lot.
📚Every time he approaches people it doesn’t really work.
📚Not surprised if he got bullied at first but Yuma stepped in and changed things.
📚No one will ever mess with him after that.
📚I feel like he felt bad for one girl who didn’t have lunch once so he asked Yuma for an apple and gave it to her bc he felt sorry for her.
📚It didn’t last very long bc the girl thought he was strange after hearing things.
📚It hurt his feelings afterward.
Tsukinami
Carla:
📚Third-year
📚Okay according to the games it was said that Shin and Carla were posing as exchange students from England when they attended Ryoutei High School. So it leads me to think that they’ll fake their accents to make it believable—and I mean they’ve been around for thousands of years so it’s not hard to believe that they could fake it.
📚Although his bro is the type to fl!rt with girls so he can get what he wants, Carla makes sure he doesn’t get out of hand and keeps him in check.
📚I could see him constantly scolding his younger brother all the time.
📚Doesn’t have a rival cause he’s better than that.
📚In class, he probably sits in the middle row but honestly he doesn’t care where he sits, but I don’t think he’d sit in front bc he is tall.
📚He probably did once and the teacher asked him to move bc he was too tall and he doesn’t like to talk about it.
📚Doesn’t ask questions, he’s so quiet it’s scary—and it honestly makes him look more intimating than he already does. He doesn’t really have an approachable persona.
📚If girls ask for his number he is heavily confused, mostly because he’s not very familiar with the technology.
📚He does have to act polite though to keep a good image—plus, he’s well mannered in general.
📚A lot of girls are interested in him tho.
📚So he does get some love letters and boy is he confused.
📚Shin had to explain it to him and he was still weirded out.
📚He acts like they’re silly and pretends to throw them away but he actually keeps them hidden away so no one can tea$e him for it.
📚He’d be dy!ng to figure out who it is though.
📚He’s not really a part of any cliques- he kinda just does his own thing in the sense that he goes to school and then goes home while making sure Shin isn’t causing any trouble.
📚His fav class is probably art class as you may have guessed it. If the school has a painting gallery, he’s all for it.
📚However, he gets quite critical with the pieces on display since they’re probably done by students. He’ll say they have potential, but they’re nothing like the classic/ancient artists.
📚His locker is rather neat. He pretty much just keeps what he needs for school in there.
📚He doesn’t understand why some people decorate them, he just finds no use for it and finds it kinda juvenile.
📚He’s not really into any modern fandoms of any sort, so it only adds on to why he doesn’t understand why some students decorate them.
📚Shin pranks him—like, all the time.
📚Like, there was one time when he opened his locker and it squirted water at him.
📚There was another time when he had obnoxious and loud music play from it since he opened it.
📚After those incidents, he’s honestly scared to open it and worries something will happen.
📚If he had a desk it’s the same as his locker, nothing special.
📚His uniform is a mess in all honesty. I mean, seeing what Rejet did with his character, you really can’t tell what’s going on right upfront with his outfit.
📚It just looks like a chaotic mix of patterns and colors even though the prominent shade is black- it looks like an unfinished outfit, or that they just grabbed whatever from the lost and found and put it on him xDD.
📚Tbh, he looks more like he’s dressed up as a character for a school play, than an actual student.
📚Also, I don’t understand how he’s never tripped over that long-a$$ scarf he wears. Like, how??
📚Girls have asked him out and have even fl!rted with him and he couldn’t even take a hint.
📚Especially if it’s something like “Shoot your shot” kind of thing.
📚And Shin is just laughing cause he’ll have to explain it to him later.
📚Since he’s an exchange student from England and is probably faking a British accent (no one suspects it’s fake tho), some girls have said his accent is cute and he just doesn’t know how to take it because he’s so embarrassed by their commentary.
📚Because he’s old and old-fashioned he thought that a lot of the girls were prostitutes at first based on their attire, but that was until Shin told him otherwise.
📚He doesn’t like P.E. because they told him he couldn’t wear his scarf. It ruins his day every time.
📚Plus, he has to wear the school’s P.E. uniform that consists of a t-shirt and shorts and he just feels so exposed since he’s used to wearing layers of vests and jackets (scarf included haha).
📚“How shameless. I feel like a n@ked brute.” He’d think.
📚And he has to take his gloves off and it’s just torture to him because again, he’s not used to exposing himself that way.
📚He ties his hair up in a ponytail for P.E. and the girls rave about it while he’s just embarrassed.
📚He hates the physical exam checkups because he doesn’t want to be shirtless, meanwhile Shin is all for it since he gets the excuse to show off.
📚And every time he has to take his shirt off, girls are all over it which leaves him to blush and this honestly embarrasses him even more.
📚You can find Carla at the cafeteria getting coffee, reading, in the art gallery, at the school's theatre, or outside probably in a secluded area of the school just sitting down and relaxing and waiting for next period.
📚He doesn’t really participate in sports, but because his extracurriculars require one, he took on dodgeball only because Shin suggested it.
📚At first, he had no idea what it was or how it worked. It took a few rounds to fully understand, and this was because Shin didn’t explain the rules to him, and he just kept getting Carla out every round.
📚Once Carla figured out how the game worked, there was no stopping him, especially when Shin was on the opposing team.
📚To get him back for not explaining the game to him, he aimed the ball so hard at him that it pushed him back into the gym’s wall, which left everyone astonished.
📚After that, he became everyone’s top pick for their dodgeball team and is regarded as a top player in school for that sport.
📚In general, he doesn’t really go for everyone else and makes sure that his magic sends the ball Shin’s way to get him out. And he of course knows he can’t go that hard with human players, so he goes easier on them, but with Shin or any other supernatural creature that may play, he has no mercy on them.
Shin:
📚Second-year
📚(in case you didn’t read Carla’s know this) Okay according to the games it was said that he and Carla were posing as exchange students from England when they attended high school. So it leads me to think that they’ll fake their accents to make it believable and I mean they’ve been around for thousands of years so it’s not hard to believe that they could fake it.
📚They’re like experts at lying and covering their @sses.
📚So I could really picture Shin calling every girl “Love” or “Sweet Heart” wouldn’t that just be hot? In a British accent? I think it would be.
📚Plus, I mean he’s a ladies' man, so he likes charming girls to do what he wants.
📚It makes it easier for people to not catch on if he’s convinced enough people.
📚He’s also more of a fl!rt and a per.v (openly) than Carla is. (But Carla is also a per.v.)
📚Doesn’t have a rival because he doesn’t think there’s a point. He thinks he’s better than everyone anyways.
📚In class, he sits in the middle row close to the back.
📚He’d totally sit in front of the girl he likes just cause he’s taller and it would make it harder for her to see.
📚And he wouldn’t give up the seat if she asked him to move, he’d just tea$e her endlessly about it.
📚He’d literally always gives that girl a hard time.
📚Bribes girls into doing his homework for him and tries to sweet-talk teachers to get out of doing exams.
📚Carla has to constantly scold him about this, saying that it's not good for their family image, but he never listens.
📚His grades are so-so- it’s not too bad but he hardly turns stuff in on time.
📚In general tho, at school a lot of people know him, and girls like him. There is a fair amount of them fawning over him.
📚And he digs it bc he has so much confidence.
📚Typically he and his brother have familiars drive them to school but sometimes Shin likes to go in his wolf form.
📚And Carla tells him not to go in his wolf form since it means he’ll be n@ked afterwards but Shin just tells him he’ll bring his backpack to change.
📚So yes, he’s gone to school n@ked and casually changed in the boy’s locker room.
📚Some girls have seen him sneek into the boy’s locker room n@ked, but he doesn’t care. At times, he’s even shown off and acted pretty cocky about it since he was giving them a whole scene.
📚His favorite class is either P.E. bc he can watch the girls or something like literature, history or a poetry class.
📚As for after-school activities he is probably in the basketball club since it is canon that he knows how to play.
📚Though he does like to watch the dance recitals and watch the girls.
📚And as you can imagine if there is a girl that piques his interest and she’s part of something like that he definitely wants to go.
📚You can find Shin in a lot of places, talking to cheerleaders/other girls, getting into fights, sweet-talking some girl up against his locker, playing basketball, in the yard staring at nature, or even him peaking in the girls locker room with Kino and Ayato.
📚Although If he had to be in a clique it’d probably be with jocks. Tho he’s not a part of that silly record Ayato keeps about girls regarding who’s nailed who.
📚Has gotten love letters before and thought it was very amusing.
📚When it comes to his locker I’m sure he decorated it, and it’s for two reasons, one bc he needs to blend in and appear like any other teenager, and two because it looked like fun to him.
📚Even tho he’d never admit it.
📚Shin’s locker is pretty clean for the most part, might have some scratches, it smells like his cologne that’s like a musk.
📚He keeps spare clothes in there bc when he changes out of his wolf form he’s gonna need it.
📚Shin also has some books, a weapon of some sort, and probably some object that retains magic in case it’s needed.
📚His desk is the same deal if the school provides them with that. Whatever the case his main goal is to have it look ordinary so no one suspects anything.
📚His locker is right next to the girl he finds interesting.
📚She doesn’t give anyone the time or day so he’s interested in her as hell.
📚The first time he tried making conversation with her, she gave him a bit of the cold shoulder, but bc he can listen to a human’s heartbeat he could tell that she was nervous and a little scared when he approached her.
📚The best part is that she doesn’t know that he can do that.
📚He follows her around and enjoys listening to her heartbeat change to being calm when she is with others, but when she’s with him it goes back to beating fast.
📚It’s not because she has a crush on him, she’s just a little uncomfortable and surprised that he approaches her.
📚“Heh, so she’s nervous around Prince of the Founders.”
📚Let’s be honest his uniform is off but considering that they are said to be in specail classes maybe this is allowed???
📚idk, all I know is that if he really wants to blend in he needs to lose the eye patch which he might be able to with some magic to heal his eye temporarily for the day.
📚Probably what he’d try to do but would find it to much of a hassle and just stop caring for it.
📚Carla has to constantly remind him to not use magic whether it's for sports, convincing people, fighting someone or anything.
📚Sometimes he does and Carla gets upset bc he took a risk in exposing them.
📚Has gotten into fights which leads Carla to step in.
📚He does feed on some girls but don’t worry he covers it up by erasing their memory.
📚Shin doesn’t date anyone at the school though he just has some flings or whatever but never a relationship bc he doesn't want to lower himself to that degree to be with a human.
📚Bc he does like pranking he will participate with Ayato and Kino when it comes to pranking teachers.
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The Irregular Ascetic
In August, I briefly made a new friend on Tumblr.
His account has long since vanished for reasons I do not know. Maybe this place just didn't click for him. I've been here for years and always found it welcoming, but I know that, like everything, this site is not for everyone.
He'd send me a message, ask a question or two, and when I checked every week or so, I'd do my best to reply.
Then, one day, he was gone, but not before leaving me one last question:
"An ascetic heathen life? What does that look like to you? I want to see that visual."
And that's kind of the question, isn't it?
The thing about callings is that they aren't always clear-cut. I may feel drawn towards an ascetic heathen life, but it's not like my Gods sent me an Ikea flat-pack kit.
As seems to be the pattern with the Germanic deities, they tapped me on the shoulder and then said...
"Here ya go, figure it out."
And here we are. Forty-Two, with over ten years as a member of the Ár nDraíocht Féin (ADF), I haven't finished my dedicant path, nor started the clergy track.
I can't remember the last time I did a full ritual.
All in all, I seem like a pretty crappy monk, don't I?
Sister Snow Hare, indeed...
It seems that my vanishing friend pinned me to the wall. I've been chewing on this again, trying to work it out.
If you're reading this, buddy, know that you kicked off a lot of introspection about my path, and you inspired this long rambling Tumblr post.
The best place to start is the beginning. (A little free wisdom)
So, what exactly is monasticism?
Good ol’ Mr. Wikipedia defines it as "a religious way of life in which one renounces worldly pursuits to devote oneself fully to spiritual work."
No matter the faith, this is a feature of monastic life: asceticism, self-denial, and focus.
Have I mentioned I can't remember the last time I did a ritual yet?
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
Nothing makes me feel guilty, like comparing myself to the standards and practices of others. Somewhere out there, a Buddhist is living on four grains of rice, meditating eighteen hours a day, stopping only to sleep. The five minutes a day he spends on Tumblr, he's laughing at me.
I just know it. >.>
You could say I've been feeling a little convicted about this.
Yet the calling is still there. My relationship with my Gods isn't just good; it's warm. While not formal or official, I have a fulfilling spiritual life that's not structured like anything in the faith org I faithfully send my twenty dollars a year to and then largely hide from.
So what's going on?
I've begun to realize slowly over the last year that my faith path will probably never be recognizable as anything routine, rote, or by the book, but what it will be is mine.
Where does my asceticism show?
Let me take you through a typical day.
Waking at 2300 (11 pm), I plank for three minutes, do about ten minutes of calisthenics, wash my face, and then meditate for twenty minutes to a half hour, offering that time to the Gods. Then, with that done, I recite my creed and head off to the gym.
I have a creed. I'm that fancy!
While I'm in the truck, I informally pray. Often, I'm talking to my Lady Eostre, but the other Gods definitely get included. Woden and I have always gotten along, and Thunor, I call big brother because he's always watching out for us and protecting us.
Now it's time for my hour minimum at the gym. Half an hour each of cardio and weight training. This is so I can be in good condition and proper shape.
Good health is important to me, but more on that in a moment.
When I get home, I clean for about an hour, something I call "service meditation." Scrubbing floors, cleaning counters, and sanitizing bathrooms is a gift I can give daily to my loved ones with whom I make a home. While I work, I reflect on them and consider all they give me.
After a much-needed shower, I'm in the office and might finally have breakfast. I eat, ascetically, often the same thing every day; I keep my calories low and usually take up a 16-hour fast between my last meal and first meal.
Everything gets weighed down to the gram and tracked on my calorie sheet.
Next comes editing, writing, often some informal online counseling, or time spent on networks like Counter Social, Telegram, and Discord trying to help people, even if it's only getting them to smile.
Hope is big for me because my Lady Eostre is the goddess of Spring and the Dawn. She is hope personified, a goddess of fresh chances and potential. Pointing back to her and her values is my purpose. It's what I was made for.
My day continues like that until I'm in bed at 1600 (4 PM), after an hour cool-down where I go through my creed and have one last conversation with the Gods. That's when I set out my fruit offerings if I happened to have any that day.
It's a hard and fast rule. The gods always get the best part of the banana and the strawberry.
This is the way.
My bed is a mat that rolls out on the floor. I started that in 2020, and I've never been happier or slept better, and when I travel, it comes with me.
And I travel a lot.
My family here calls it "missions." Every now and again, someone in my network will need help. They might be having surgery, a mental health crisis, or are moving cross town or cross country. Whatever the reason, the call goes out, and if I can make it work with money, I'll hop a plane, train, or bus and get out there.
Beyond the joy I get from being in shape and capable, this is why I work out. It's much easier to load and move boxes or help lift people when you're in decent physical condition.
I actually have training as a CNA, so I know how to do all the transfer stuff, and I have decent experience in post-surgical care.
I don't want to go into this part too much because it feels like bragging, but I've been all over the States and soon to be Canada just helping people. I ramble in, do what I can, then return home and take back up my discarded routine.
And this is my life, apart from writing my books. As I looked at it and began breaking it down, I realized that I am already living a disciplined ascetic life.
My gods and my faith are at the forefront of what I do, but what defines my faith isn't the regular application of ritual, but action. Indeed, one of the sayings I live by is actions show what words claim.
So I'm not on a mountaintop, meditating with the sun's rising and setting, or dwelling within a monastery, cloistered from the world, living to sing hymns. There is beauty in that kind of asceticism, but it's not my asceticism.
Yet, we do have things in common.
My life is one of service, with a focus on the divine and the advancement of their aims for the world. It is my hope (there's that word again) that I can show the wisdom and cunning of Woden, the strength of Thunor, the honor of Tyr, and most of all, embody the hope of the Dawn in all I do.
Of course, I'm not perfect, and Saturdays are often waffle day, but life is about growth, not static metrics.
It's dawning on me that I may never be fully recognized in my path. I don't seem to jive well with organizations and dogmatic structures. I may never have Reverend by my name or "Sister" formally. When it's time to go, I may not even leave much behind save my books and these Tumblr posts.
When I do cross that far horizon, and I am again before my Lady, I hope she will look back on all I did during this strange human odyssey and see that while I may have been taken from her for a time, I never stopped being her devoted one, her servant, and that is all the formal recognition I will ever need.
For me, an ascetic heathen life is one of actions, denial, and service, which I seek to live every day.
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One Night Stand (Revised)
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Rated X (this chapter is teen and up)/ Ao3/ @today-in-fic
Friday, June 12, 1990
Quantico
Dana Scully breathlessly jogs over to the water fountain, taking several large gulps of refreshingly cool water. Sweat pours down her face like that of a graceful waterfall. After running ten miles around the grounds, she decides to get in some quick practice at the shooting range before going home, though a shower was in definite need. It had been three weeks since starting her FBI training and she loved every minute of it. Although she had at first had her doubts, many doubts, she knew from the moment she set foot at Quantico, it was the right decision for her. The physical training challenged her body and the classes challenged her mind. It was just the change she was looking for.
“Some run, huh Dana?” She hears, then feels a presence come up behind her. Kelsey, another trainee, trots up for some water.
“No kidding. I’m used to running but man,” Dana responds while trying to regulate her breath. She bends over, placing her hands on her thighs. She and Kelsey met on their first day at the academy and became fast acquaintences, bonding over the the fact that they were both women entering a mans world. “Want to go shooting after we clean up?” Dana asked, adding, “A shower is definitely in order first.”
Kelsey quickly checks her watch and then looks up at Dana. Nodding, she replies, “I have a little bit of time.” They slowly make their way to the locker room to change from their gym clothes. “Any fun plans for the weekend Dana?” Kelsey asks, making idle chit chat while they change.
“Reading up on old cases, family dinners, nothing major,” she replies, pulling her clothes off. She enters the shower quickly to clean off. As steam fills the room, out of nowhere a wave of nausea hits her. Leaning forward, she puts her hand on the shower wall to steady herself. Breathe in, breath out, she recites to herself, attempting to focus on, and control, her breathing. Kelsey continues chatting away in the next stall, oblivious to her friend’s struggle. Once gaining her barings, she quickly washes off, gets out and dessed. Sitting down on one of the plastic locker room benches, she once again focuses on her breathing.
Finishing her shower, Kelesy meets her, takes once look at Dana, and asks, “Dana are you ok? You look a little pale.”
“I’m not feeling so well suddenly,” she replies, trying to stand, her attempts futile as she sways, reaching out for the nearby wall, steadying herself.
“Maybe the run got to you. You probably shouldn’t go shooting if you aren’t feeling great,” Kelsey tell her, as though Dana would never have drawn that conclusion. Dana simply nods, and asks, “Rain check?”
“Sure,” Kelsey replies, “feel better.”
Exiting the lockerroom, focused on every step, Dana walks to her car and makes her way towards her parents house. As she drives, feeling a slight reprieve for the moment, she lets her mind wander a bit. Since her start at Quantico coincided with the end of her lease, she had made the decision to move back with her parents, if only for a short time. She loved being at home with them, and they had come around her her joining the FBI, mostly. She loved it at Quantico. She loved reading cases, training to be an agent, and she had gotten wind that the higher ups wanted her to start teaching at the academy once her training was finished. As the miles passed, her mind wanders to that night last month. She hadn’t thought about it much lately, all of her energy focused on the FBI. However, late at night, usually, she would think of his steady and strong hands roaming her body, and the feel of his lush lips on hers. His tongue licking and sucking over her neck and collarbone and his sweet voice whispering into her ear. She only recently admitted to herself just what a hard time she had getting over William and she thinks about that night often. Shaking her head, as though to clear it, she continues deep breathing as another wave of nausea comes over her.
Scully Residence
“I’m home” Dana announces breezing through the front door. The house is quiet, save for a few sounds coming from the kitchen. She slowly make her way and finds her mom at the stove working on what Dana presumes is the evening meal.
“Hi honey, how was work?” her mother, Maggie, asks when she sees her daughter enter the kitchen. Dana hastily kisses her mom before plopping down at the kitchen table.
“It’s good,” she replies flatly, stifling a yawn.
“Are you okay honey?” Maggies asks, looking her daughter up and down. She places her stiring spoon on the spoon rest and approaches her daughter, all while Dana takes another deep breath, letting it out slowly.
“I’m fine,” she promises her mom, defaulting to her usual sidestepping of showing any weakness. “I think I may have just over done it today during training. I did a ten mile run on the course today,” she pauses to collect her thoughts. Dizziness unexpectedly takes over her faculties, and admitting defeat, she shares, “Actually mom, no, I’m not feeling so well. I think I need to go lay down before dinner.” She waits a beat for the dizziness to subside and makes her way to her room. Once alone in her safe haven, she strips from her work attire and engulfs herself in the coziest pajamas she owns, then crawls into bed and buries herself under the mountain of blankets. She quickly takes over, allowing her peace for the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening.
Tuesday, June 15 1990
Jake’s Bistro
“Dana over here,” Ellen calls to her friend as she sees her entering the bistro. They were meeting for dinner near Ellen’s office, having just finished work for the day. Ellen stands up when her friend nears and gives her a warm hug.
“Hey El,” Dana says, letting go of her friend after their embrace. She takes the chair directly across from where Ellen is standing. Sitting, she continues, “how was your day?”
“Oh, you know, a typical day in my life. Work was fine until Trent’s daycare called and said he threw up. Thankfully Rob was able to pick him up this time. It’s always something with little ones, though of course I wouldn’t change a day. I almost had to cancel on you but Rob told me to come out and have some girl time. Superman that husband of mine is.”
“Oh my sweet godson. I hope he gets over it quickly, the little man,” Dana sighs, then as an afterthought adds,, “There must be something going around. I haven’t felt well all weekend.”
Ellen’s eyes pull away from the menu and she looks up at her friend. “What’s wrong?” Dana shakes her head waves her hand, as if to say no big deal.
“I’ve just felt under the weather the last few days. My mom thinks I am training too hard. I was exhausted all weekend, nauseous, and irritable. Maybe she’s right. I am giving 150% in both exercises and coursework. Maybe I am working too hard,” Dana sighs.
Ellen lets out a laugh. “Dana, you wouldn’t know what it is like to not work hard, even if it jumped up and bit you. That’s the only way you know how to work and before you get defensive, you know it’s the truth. It always has been.” Her eyes start roaming the menu again and she half-heartedly adds, “You probably have a bug. That, or you sound like I did when I was pregnant with Tre…” she stops dead, eyeing her friend once again. Dana’s pale face registers a look of horror and goes a shade whiter, if possible.
“Dana?” Ellen asks, cautiously. Dana, for her part, doesn’t say a word, but rather looks off into the distance, as if calculating days in her mind. “Dana?” Ellen presses again, Dana not registering a word she is saying. Suddenly Dana’s eye grew wide and she darts from the table with her hand over her mouth. Ellen dropping her napkin, quickly follows her to her destination, the women’s restroom, where she heard her friend dry heaving from a bathroom stall.
“Dana?” Ellen says quietly, though she doesn’t know what her next words would be if her friend suddenly answered her. The toilet flushes and the stall door opens. Dana emerges with her hand over her mouth.
Jumping into action, knowing her friend needs a push, Ellen suggests, “I think we should maybe get out food to go, or at least my food and swing by a drug store before we head back to your house,” She puts an arm around her best friend’s shoulders and guides her from the bathroom.
Scully Residence
Two pink lines. Not one. Two. One for negative, two for positive. Dana stares down at the pregnancy test in her hand. She’d spent the last hour looking at the stick, but it hadn’t changed. Of course it wasn’t going to magically change. Ellen had stayed with her until 20 minutes ago, having to leave to go home to her sick child. Child. There was a child growing in her uterus. A baby. A baby conceived roughly 5-6 weeks ago. How? Well I know how, she thinks, blushing. But logistally, how? She and William had been so careful; even in the shower; so very careful. A baby. Dana was in deep shit.
I’m a twenty-three year old adult with a job and a roof over my head, though it’s not my roof, but a roof nonetheless. A baby. She’d always wanted a baby; when she was set in a career, and married, preferably in that order. This most definitely is not in the plan. She doesn’t even know William’s last name, or where he works, or where he lives. She lays back on her bed, holding the pregnancy test above her head.
“What am I going to do?” she asks no one in particular.
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Hopeless Navigator (K.Tobio x Fem! Reader)
Music plays softly from her speaker as she types peacefully in her home office, enjoying her morning coffee in peace as the sun begins it's journey towards noon.
(Y/N)'s comfortable in her own company these days, even if the telling absence of her boyfriend does nag at the back of her mind each time she gets up for food and coffee. She knows he'll be home soon, and she has work to do.
Work that gets interrupted by an unfamiliar number lighting up her phone and rudely interrupting her music.
She answers it out of sheer curiosity. 'Hello? Who is this?'
"Excuse you, it's Hoshiumi you dummy!'
'Hoshi? Did you lose your phone again?'
"...maybe. That's not the point right now!" The platinum blonde huffed down the phone, she can practically hear him rolling his eyes. "Where's your boy toy? He get sick and forget to tell us or somethin'?"
Worry coiled in the pit of her stomach and she resisted the urge to stand right away. 'He left half an hour ago.'
"Whelp, it's happened again!"
'How could it happen again?! The gym hasn't moved!'
"No, but we're practising somewhere else today, Kageyama hasn't been here before but we sent him the location and made sure he knew how to use the link!"
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and immediately started for the door, gathering her things on the way. 'Where's practice?'
Hoshiumi recited the address and she tucked the information away in the back of her mind as she headed out the door, keys in hand and unlocked her car. Kageyama doesn't drive, he insists he can make it just about anywhere important on foot or public transport. Besides, getting lost in a car has rather more dire consequences than getting lost on foot.
"We've tried calling him, he's not making any sense and can't figure out how to send us his location, the dude's hopeless!"
(Y/N) giggled fondly, swapping the phone to the hands-free system before backing out of the parking spot. 'Aight, I'll go find him. It's the third time this has happened, could you guys just tell me so I can get him to practice next time? You know he's hopeless!'
"Well yeah, but we didn't think he was THIS bad!"
'You don't know my Tobio.' She giggled.
"Yeah, we know he's been following you around since he left Japan, just hurry up and find the guy! Good luck!'
As soon as that call ends, she makes another. Tobio picks up on the second ring, warning her that he's starting to get slightly worried. "Who told you?"
'Hoshi. Honestly, between him getting a new phone every thirty seconds and you getting lost going to the store, you make Ushijima look put together!' She teased, knowing she'd be hearing his pout over the phone any minute. 'Can you tell me where you are?'
"Wouldn't be lost if I could."
There's that pout she's learned to love. 'Alright, luv, anything around you? Shops, pharmacy?'
"Uh, there's a bakery called Mar's Delicacies."
(Y/N) closed her eyes, running through her mental map of the city. 'Red and Yellow sign?'
"Yeah..." He'll never be less amazed by how she does this, it's been years since the first time she pulled this stunt. No matter where he ends up in the city, she always manages to find him with a single landmark, and he knows for a fact she's not using google because he's seen her find her niece the same way. His girlfriend makes up for his horrendous sense of direction by having a damn near eidetic memory of whatever city they live in. They move around so much because of his career and part of him feels guilty for uprooting her so often.
(Y/N) never seems to mind, she takes in new places with the same sense of wonder each time.
'Stand on the street corner by the crossing, I'll be there in ten minutes and I'll have you at the gym in twenty, alright?'
"Thank you...babe.''
Her ears turned pink and she damn near missed the accelerator pedal as she pulled away from a green light. Tobio never uses nicknames, let alone pet names.
'Love you.' That is all she can say before he hangs up, leaving her to navigate the city of her mental map to find him standing precisely where she expected him to.
As promised, she had him at the address Hoshi gave her within twenty minutes, and smiled as he leaned over the centre console to kiss her goodbye. 'You're the best, (Y/N).'
Smiling, she brushes her nose affectionately against his, unable to resist pecking his lips again. 'Go kick ass, my pretty setter.'
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Imagine Mark trying to impress a crush who is completely ignorant to his flirting. It’s not that they don’t like him back they just can’t tell if it’s a bit or not.
This is a short and sweet one, which you guys seem to love, so I hope you enjoy!!
Mark is usually seen as some naturally charismatic. It hasn’t always been that way of course, but it’s been that way ever since you met him. Just be grateful you didn’t go to college together, Bob is probably scarred by the awkward events he had to witness. This late-sprouting confidence has helped the content creator in numerous ways, assisting his skyrocket to success, and even benefitting his personal relationships.
Today, this skill of his was to be used in the gym, where you were going to join him for a workout. You’re not necessarily a gym buff, but you figured it might be time to start working out more, especially since no one’s getting any younger.
“I promise Alex didn’t put together anything too difficult.”
He smiles at you, and you sigh, knowing that whatever wasn’t all that difficult for Mark was going to be miles worse for you.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? Maybe I should just do yoga and drink protein smoothies like every other fake gym rat.”
He gives you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“Trust me, it’ll be fine.”
You try to give him that trust, but your stomach sinks as the two of you start walking towards the weights. Mark better be damn good at spotting.
“Okay, so I’ll show you first so you get the proper form and stuff, and then I can coach you through it.”
You didn’t realize that this was more like a personal training session rather than two friends working out. It’s nice of him to walk you through everything though, considering you have no idea what you’re in for.
“Okay, we’re gonna start with a bench press, probably stuff you’ve seen before.”
You nod as if that’s even remotely correct, wondering if you should text Ethan so he can swap in for you. Soon, you learn what a bench press is, which is a lot simpler than the scary gym vibes make it seem. Luckily the two of you are in a more secluded corner, so you don’t feel like an idiot the first time you drop the bar.
“It’s okay, you got this. You’re gonna be great!”
You get back onto the bench, ready for attempt number two.
“Really, you’re like good at everything you do, so you got this.”
With the bar almost off the rail, you drop it again, about to keel over in laughter from Mark’s comment. It takes you so much by surprise that your laughs come out in coughs.
“Are you okay?”
Mark comes over to the side of the bench to check on you, but realizes you’re just lost in some comedy world.
“Yeah, yeah I’m good.”
You manage to choke out between giggles.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just you trying to hype me up, it’s funny. Like I’m not that impressive at anything really. You don’t have to do all that.”
He goes quiet for a moment.
“I, I wasn’t like joking. Really, you learn fast and I think you’ll be really good at this with some practice.”
When his words settle, you sit up on the bench.
“Well, that’s very sweet of you, but really, you don’t have to say all of that. C’mon, let me try again.”
Mark mutters something under his breath and goes back to spot you, and on your third attempt you finally manage to get a pretty good lift in. You drop the bar and almost yell.
“Oh my god, did you see that! Like my arms extended all the way, I did the thing!”
You hop up off the bench and do some stupid victory dance that should not be recited in words, for the awkwardness would probably seep through the letters. Despite that, Mark is beaming as you revel in your success.
“I told you, really, you’re like this jack-of-all-trades. It’s kind of crazy to watch you learn new stuff, because you’re just so good at it, and yet you don’t take any credit for it.”
Your dancing comes to a close and you stare off at Mark, who you still aren’t fully taking seriously.
“You’re a funny guy, you know that?”
“Really, I’m not trying to be funny y/n.”
He usually doesn’t call you directly by name like that, especially in such a serious tone. It wasn’t angry, but desperate. Like he was trying to say something that he couldn’t quite phrase.
“Honestly, I think you’re kind of great at everything.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re like a genius.”
He sits on the bench as you grab a swig of water.
“Why can’t you take the compliment?”
You almost stop mid-drink, taken off guard.
“I don’t know, because you don’t usually compliment me like that.”
Mark stands back up and grabs your water bottle, setting it down nearby on the ground.
“Well, I should, because it’s true, and if anyone should tell you how wonderful you are, I want it to be me.”
Your brain suddenly swaps functions, realizing where this conversation is going. You didn’t even realize he would or could ever see you like that, but if he’s being genuine…
“What do you… what do you mean by that?”
While you try to search for more questions you study his face, and in a quick moment of actions over words, he leans in to kiss you. You melt into it, almost rolling your ankle because you were leaning to the side right before. Luckily you catch yourself without him noticing it, and you hook your arms up around his neck to anchor yourself in the moment. When the moment ends, you step back, almost kicking your water bottle over. Mark is clearly surprised by his actions as well, trying to get a grip of what he just did.
“That. That’s uh, what I mean.”
He puts his face in his hand in uncertainty, and then you start laughing, not with cruelty, but with compassion. Mark slowly realizes that he’s being laughed with, not at, and starts to chuckle a little bit himself. After the laughter dies down, you two catch your breath.
“So, uh, should we maybe try another lift?”
You ask coyly. He takes your hand in his and smiles.
“I think that can wait til next time.”
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Spuffy + ballet AU
I’m sorry, I rotated this in my head for so long but my brain just completely blue screened and the only thing that was in it was a flashing error message that said “he was a punk, she did ballet”
For context this is largely set in 2x06 “Halloween,” they are still very much in their enemies phase but this would be an episode that would allow for some banter. Also I thought this would be a good place to put it, particularly since Buffy’s mindset about ballet in this au lines up with her issues in this episode, which is she doesn’t get to be a normal girl who can do normal girl things. Disclaimer: I know next to nothing about ballet except what I’ve picked up over the years and also I watched the Nutcracker exactly once.
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When Buffy Summers was eight years old, she took her first ballet lesson.
It was fun and little Buffy liked it well enough. She would diligently practice her poses (despite her mildly clumsy nature), she thought “tutu” was a funny word, and she enjoyed dressing up and putting on a show for her parents at recitals.
When Buffy Summers was 15 years old, she was called as a Slayer and sentenced to a short life of violence and death.
It’s funny the things that become important to you after going through a world-shattering change like that. It’s funny the ways you decide to dig your heels in and fight it.
For Buffy, ballet was one of them.
It didn’t matter how many times she was told her sacred duty should always be her first priority and responsibility. It didn’t matter that she eventually had to quit the cheer squad. It didn’t matter how chaotic her life got or how many hours of sleep she lost to post-midnight patrols at the cemetery. She refused to give up her ballet. Refused to be late for any lessons or recitals. She even refused to miss Hermery’s production of The Nutcracker, even though she’d already performed in the ballet once before and Merrick said she had important training to do.
It was strange, the way she found herself clinging to the art in a way she never quite had before. She didn’t intend to be a ballerina. Didn’t plan to go to a fancy dance school. She never really considered it before, but she certainly didn’t now. Not when there was no point in dreaming about any sort of future at all.
No, there was no white picket fence in the cards. No fantasies of acceptance letters from her dream college. No far-flung future where she’d be a mom or a fun aunt or a grandma. There was only blood and fighting and the very real probability that she’d punch her ticket before her 18th birthday.
Still, she loved her ballet. Loved the way that when she was dancing or practicing her moves…she didn’t feel like the Slayer. She didn’t feel like somebody who spent their nights covered in corpse dust and their free time whittling stakes and was so strong that, if they weren’t careful, they could break a bone while giving a hug. She didn’t feel like any of those things.
She felt like a girl. A normal girl who did ballet and moved like she could be light and delicate. A little girl in a tutu who sat down on the floor with her mom and let her braid her hair…who waved at her parents from the stage a few hours later. Maybe it was juvenile, maybe it was naive or a waste of precious time. Buffy didn’t care. It mattered to her and she wasn’t about to give it up.
And she didn’t. She didn’t quit even as she was being hunted by Lothos or when Merrick died or even when she got kicked out of school because she lit a gym full of vampires on fire.
She moved to Sunnydale and one of the first things she did was sign up for ballet. She ran from her calling and it caught up to her, but still, she attended her dance classes. She faced the Master, she saved the world…she died in her pristine white Spring Fling dress, the edges stained and torn.
Still, she signed up again the next semester.
Which brought Buffy to where she was now: ducking into class just in time to avoid being forcibly volunteered by Principal Snyder to chaperone trick-or-treaters. Willow and Xander hadn’t been so lucky.
But Buffy was just a little faster, and it was a good thing too, because Halloween was supposed to be a Slayer’s night off and tonight was the final rehearsal for her class’s performance of Giselle.
Buffy needed this, she had decided. After her mildly disastrous almost-date with Angel and the general direction her life seemed to be going…she needed a night away from it all. A night where she didn't have to think about ambush tactics or beheadings. A night without vampires or demons or graveyards or anything really, except her costume for the show and her lucky ballet slippers.
And that’s how it had gone…for the first half anyway.
She’d seen off her friends, put on her outfit for the rehearsal, and asked her mom to braid her hair for the first time in two years.
Out of sheer habit, Buffy found herself holding a stake before she walked out of her room. She stared down at it for a long moment, contemplating. She considered leaving it…she really did. There was no point. She didn’t need it. She didn’t want to need it.
She ended up tucking it into the lining of her costume regardless, the nagging feeling in her gut refusing to leave her be until she did.
After that, she joined the rest of her class, worked through all her choreography, and nailed all her cues. Buffy danced her heart out and she walked away from the rehearsal feeling accomplished and confident. (And if there was excess energy still buzzing beneath her skin…one she usually relieved by slaying…she was determined to ignore it.)
Buffy walked across the parking lot with her bag slung over her shoulder and a spring in her step.
The Slayer felt what happened next more than she truly saw it; a combination of natural instinct and training. She dodged the first blow before it even connected, shifting her weight around and slamming her fist square into her attacker’s nose before she even knew who her attacker was.
It was a mop of bleached blond hair that reeled back, a string of accented curses following shortly after. Buffy knew immediately who it was. Maybe she should’ve been scared, but more than anything she was suddenly very very annoyed.
It was her night off, damn it.
A low growl escaped the punkish vampire as he clutched his nose and glared back at her, yellow eyes reflecting both anger and confusion.
“Sodding hell!” he blurted, pulling his hand back to check for a bloody nose. “This isn’t right, you’re supposed to be—“
“Oh? Oh, I’m sorry, you think this isn’t right?!” Buffy suddenly shouted back, surprising him with the intensity. “It is one thing to crash my parent-teacher night, it’s another thing entirely to bother me right now! I thought you freaks were supposed to stay in tonight!”
“Yeah, well, tell that to the beasties mucking up the entire town.”
Buffy froze, a wave of cold dread and anger sweeping over her. She let her backpack drop off her shoulder onto the pavement and took a bold and threatening step toward him.
“What the hell did you do?” She gritted out.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he put his hands up, looking all too pleased to be accused. “Not my doing, love, just takin’ advantage.”
“Of what?”
He tilted his head to the side, observing her. “You really don’t know.”
She shot him a withering look, one that had reduced fledges to begging for mercy.
He just smiled through his fangs.
“Some witch or chaos agent or some rot thought it’d be funny to turn your Sunnyhell populace into their costumes this year,” he explained.
“I just don’t get why you’re not all…I dunno—“ he waved his hand, gesturing to all of her, “—unslayer-like.”
Buffy wasn’t sure why she suddenly felt offended, but she did.
“This isn’t a Halloween costume!”
His eyebrows shot up, almost surprised.
“Oh.”
“What do you mean, ‘oh’?”
“Just never met a Slayer who was a ballerina before, is all.”
Buffy crossed her arms, feeling a little ridiculous to even be having this conversation.
“Is there something wrong with that? Is that like against the Slayer code or something?”
His scarred eyebrow shot up, clearly amused by her snippy tone.
“On the contrary, I think it suits you,” he smiled lightly, tilting his head and letting his eyes roam her outfit.
Buffy wasn’t sure what she was feeling in that moment, but she knew she needed to kill him for it. Whatever it was.
She opened her mouth to let out a retort, but he wasn’t paying attention. His gaze had stop at her feet and ankles, staring down at her laced slippers as if they held some great mystery.
“Hey!” She yelled, snapping her fingers. “Hello? Earth to rock band reject?”
He jumped a little, like he’d gotten lost in thought.
“What the hel—“
“Is it true ballerinas have wood in their shoes?” He cut her off, a note of genuine curiosity in his voice.
After she got past the initial surprise of such an offhand question, Buffy almost laughed.
“What’s a matter, Spike, scared of some slippers?” She taunted.
He let out a scoffing laugh, his tongue absently running along the point of one of his fangs. “Hardly.”
There was a pause, and Buffy wasn’t sure why, but she found herself compelled to answer him. It was stupid; it wasn’t like she owed him anything. But he seemed genuinely curious and maybe it was just that neither of her Watchers nor most of the normal people in her life cared all that much about her dancing or what it entailed. Let alone the vampires.
“It’s not wood. It’s paper and glue.”
“Huh.” He made a perplexed noise in the back of his throat, like it intrigued him.
“Now this on the other hand,” Buffy added, producing a stake from the lining of her costume.
He grinned at that, wide and all fangs, a glint finding its way into his eyes.
“Ya know, Slayer, I’m actually glad you didn’t get turned into some dainty princess or red riding hood or some such. Woulda ruined the dance.”
Buffy scoffed in disbelief.
“You think we’re dancing?”
“You’re the professional, you tell me,” he replied and then threw himself into the fight that had been inevitable since the moment he arrived.
#line break for this one because it’s the longest one so far i think#no major proofreading we die like spuffy#my fanfic#btvs fic#spuffy
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I know I don't deserve another response from you, so just ignore this if you want. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sent that message. I appreciate the kindness you gave me that I don't really deserve.
Honestly... I just can't believe that artists don't have a knack to start with. Because I've always had a knack for anything I'm good at, like math. I never really had to put effort into learning math. And even the things that I'm good at that did take effort I still had a knack at the beginning. I'm not trying to downplay artists' effort, I know it does take effort, but I don't think you can just start from 0. Or at least, I can't. So I'm not making that conclusion just on other people's art but also in other things I'm good at.
By the way, I'm not the person who sent the "life is unfair" ask, but I was already feeling negative and saw Struda's response and I reacted even worse.
My life's going pretty well all things considered, and I'm going to a good college to study some STEM related stuff. In the background I've struggled with this desire to be creative, though, and I'm trying to stifle that desire but it's not working, and no one really seems to have tutorials on how to get rid of that desire. I have a therapist and parents I could talk to, but doing so didn't help, either, because they don't understand what I'm trying to say.
I'm sorry also that it came off as guilt trippy. I'm really bad with managing my tone, especially when I'm feeling like this. I don't mean that as an excuse but as an explanation.
nah this is way more like it, i think we all need a bit of practice online with talking to each other like actual human beings and not text boxes to write ur entire internal monologue into 👍
happy to hear your life is going okay! If anything I'm just glad you're an adult who can reflect on yourself enough to recognize what you were doing was not great. I was trying to keep things vague as possible because, again, idk you and you could've been a 13 year old with no allowance for all i know lol.
i've noticed alot of beginner artists tend to have this.. all or nothing mindset? i don't really understand the desire to stifle your need to create. like. are you not allowed to have a hobby lol. amateur means to love yada yada. especially if you're not trying to make a living out of it where's the rush 😭😭
Going to link this marco bucci video again because even tho it's long it's probably one of the most eye-opening things I've ever watched in terms of his view on talent, gifted kid syndrome, etc.
I used to say I had a 'knack' for art tbh. then i realised i.. really didn't? i just drew more than the other kids in my class because i didn't like sports or maths and got the reputation for being "the art kid". funnily enough i was also into creative writing and history but no one looks at reciting historical facts like they do with drawing 🤷♂️
it wasn't til i was in a course with other artists everywhere when I realised just how not-talented i really was. and thats fine cus none of us really were. some of us were just better at learning than others (which is a trained skill in of itself) and that's about it. 👍
if it helps at all, I have gotten into sports recently despite being useless at it all my life and have realised that it was more that I just needed an environment to flourish in instead of any problem with my athleticism itself (which is STILL BAD don't get me wrong but im not hopeless like my gym teachers thought i was 😭😭). so maybe what u need is just the right people? try finding an online artist community that you fit in, make some friends, and just chill with them while making art together?
again i dunno you so idk what would work lmao
so uh yeah 👍
#art thoughts#<-- i like talking/thinking abt art education alot#another note here anon i would recommend learning how to self-study thru youtube videos#mainstream education is near useless when it comes to art. even in art schools unless you're going to the top %. im dead serious.#ive been thinking abt compiling a list of art resources but idk if that would be helpful to anyone except me lol
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Another First Kiss Chapter 3
Echoes
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“As she runs out of things to say
And grabs my coat to walk away”
“Five,” Max gasped, shoving the bar up off her chest and smacking it into the rack. “Done.” Goon had told her she had an affinity for weightlifting, so she’d put that to the test the past month. The World of Pokémon had no shortage of wonders; already, she’d manage to bring her bench up to eighty pounds—four times her own body weight (because, apparently, she was about twice as heavy as the average pikachu).
The only part that impressed anyone was that she did this at all. Other people at the gym respected her dedication, but the only one amazed she could do that was her. She was lucky that she’d gotten more comfortable on all fours, too, since being the smallest one in that gym had led to more than a few close calls.
It might have equipment to accommodate those of her size, but the people were a different story.
A towel flopped over her face. She snatched it down to see an eager Ithos looking down at her. “Ready to spar?” he asked.
“Wha-Ithos,” Max said. She shook her head while ruffling the towel through her fur. A fresh towel helped a bunch; she’d already sweat well through her first. “I’m exhausted from this!” The moment the words left her lips, she realized why he had a devious grin spreading his lips.
“You gotta learn to fight tired!” Ithos recited with vengeful venom. “Ferals aren’t going to wait for you to catch your breath.” He looked so proud of himself, too, as if he’d been waiting years for this moment. She just wished he could appreciate the irony of turning the tables after she’d made him spar after drilling Overheat for an entire day—that was her paying him back for sparring after drilling Thunder for an entire day.
“All right, fine,” Max said. She started to second guess his motive bringing her a fresh towel, but dried herself off some more, anyway.
“Great!” Ithos cheered, then ran through to the arenas on the other side. That devious glint in his eyes echoed to the other hundreds of times she’d seen it, even before crash-landing out of time. She collected her towels while trying not to force a headache on herself trying to remember.
Ithos would have to practice his patience, because she took her time heading over. Some odd cramps this morning made her hesitant to go running about. Memories had started coming back to her, but they were always vague. She could barely ever tell when they came from even moments later. So many strangely familiar interactions kept happening, even without her influence.
Events and moments that were barely different, or even sometimes seemed reversed, constantly meshed in her head. Several times, at this point, she’d brought up something he’d told her that he knew he’d never said in his life. The times she was completely wrong were easier to deal with. Any time she knew something she wasn’t supposed to, she had to weasel her way out of it.
Ithos knew she was hiding something, and every time she worried more what might happen if he figured it out. The consequences of time aside, she felt sick the more she thought about it. Getting Cori and Neb to like her had already felt like a trick. She always felt one mistake away from them seeing the truth—hell, that happened right before she showed up here.
She’d known him from day one and used that knowledge to befriend him. He’d called her a great friend; would he hate her if he knew how manipulative this all really was? Could he have ever really been her friend again?
“Max?” Ithos asked, lightly tapping her shoulder. Max flinched away, but his touch stopped her from jumping. “You all right? You had that look again.”
“Sorry, I’m fine,” Max said. She pretended to dry her face off again to rub out a smile—accidentally using the wet towel. Instead of as smile, she came out of it with her face twisted into disgust before tossing it aside and using the dry towel. Based on his chuckles, though, she’d done what she wanted anyway.
“All right,” Ithos said. With a firm squeeze to her shoulder, he let her know he was only pretending to believe her. He cared about her too much. “Ready to spar?” Luckily, he was too excited to help himself.
“No, but wasn’t that the point?” Max asked as she took her face out of the towel. She gave him a cocky smirk, and even beneath the one he returned, she could see concern lurking. “Still won’t be enough to win, though.” She tossed the towel to its brother and started over to the nearest arena with him. “Not unless you’re hiding another trick.”
Ithos answered with a silent gleam in his eyes that told Max more than he knew. He did, in fact, have another trick, and he was burning with excitement about it. The look made Max a bit nervous as they took their positions, but not much.
Considering how ruthless he’d been in spars, she was a little bit less conflicted using her ill gotten knowledge to kick his ass. Two yards away, they nodded their heads three times in unison, and the spar was on.
Ithos started with a billowing cloud of smoke between them while Max swung her tail around to guard like always. His tailflame gave his general location away, but it made him a bit harder to hit. He’d done this before, so Max wasn’t worried about it. She followed the wisp behind the smoke with her eyes while carefully circling around the cloud.
The flame started growing erratic in its movements. It didn’t go in any one direction without flinging back and forth, feinting, then switching in unmotivated directions. Ithos knew she was watching it.
It swung to the right and a billowing flame shot low and to the left; he’d dropped to the ground to trick her. Max flinched back while she tried to bat the blast away with an iron tail. Since it was so low, she had to move more than usual. Even largely blocked, though, it was a solid hit.
He was, however, on the ground.
Max split the difference and lobbed a bolt right between the two flames before he could get up. It flashed through the fading smokescreen and revealed an Ithos shaped shadow rather close to where she heard a yelp. She fanned some air into the smoke before letting her tail relax back to fur. The extra wind did just enough to split the cloud in two and thinned enough that she could make out Ithos on the right.
Max shot another charge to him before he could start blocking her vision again, making the charmander-shaped light bulb seize in place. She’d gotten two hits in, but both were at range. If she wanted to do damage, she’d need to get up close.
Ithos gave her the perfect opportunity to do just that. As the last of the smoke dissipated, he sputtered out a weak wave of embers right between them. Max caught a glimpse of his eyes before the ember obscured the sight: scared. She dropped down to dash around the attack and pulled in a charge while running right for him.
With every leap, she shot the electricity into a flow around her and completely saturated herself in the charge. Ithos barely registered her in the corner of his vision before she flung herself at him with lightning all over her and—hot, scalding—he was hot!
Ignoring the shocks, Ithos turned to snatch her before she could get away and burst into an inferno so hot Max was sure her eyes had melted before she could close them. Well into the attack, he released his grip and let her fly away. She couldn’t bother trying to land on any particular side, and it wouldn’t have mattered, anyway. Everywhere hurt. Skidding across the ground felt, again, familiar.
Still, even with all of her fur burning against her skin, she couldn’t help a little smile hearing that roaring cheer from him. She could remember cheering about the same the first time she got a leg up on him. It wasn’t a strong enough smile to endure trying to get up.
“Kachu ka, Pika,” Max groaned as she pushed herself up to sit. Even putting her paws on the ground hurt. He didn’t knock her out, but she wished he had. He better have an oran ready for her.
Surprisingly, she still didn’t hear him coming over to help her up. Instead, she heard him eagerly bragging to someone with just as much if not more to say. She didn’t recognize the new voice or the cyndaquil it came from when she got a good look. Ithos seemed happy to see them, though.
She forced herself up with her own strength and headed over with a limp. Cyndaquil hushed Ithos and nodded her way when she started to get close. Ithos gave her a confused glance and shrugged as he acquiesced.
“Hey, great job!” Max said with as much cheer as she could manage. Ithos beamed a weak smile in answer. He was exhausted, too, but she could barely stand. She was already even shorter than both of them, so she accepted her fate and sat down. “Whatcha talking about?”
“Guy stuff,” Cyndaquil said. Max almost forgot that excluded her (and realizing it did gave her an odd bit of excitement). Ithos elbowed him for her, though.
“C’mon,” Ithos chuckled. He followed her lead and sat down, too, with a shake of his head. “Max, this is Ashton.”
“What?!” Max spouted before she could stop herself. It wasn’t even the same name, but it clicked in her head. She suddenly remembered her own first time getting a leg up on Ithos. That had been when she met Oshton.
“It’s Ash,” Ash grumbled. That didn’t sound like Oshton at all. “If you keep calling me that, you’ll learn to live life without a tail.” Max tried to check how genuine that threat was, but his eyes didn’t exactly give much away. Ithos looked all right, though, so she didn’t worry about interceding.
“Congrats on the win, young man!” a familiar voice said. Max froze in place—it couldn’t, not yet! But Grovyle dropped right next to her to spritz her with a spray bottle before she could deny it. “That looked serious, though, so I’ll just need to check up on her.” She held her paw up to block the spray, objections stuck in her throat, when he grabbed her by the nape just like a month ago.
“I-Ithos!” Max whimpered. She wished she could’ve screamed, gotten him to help her, but she couldn’t muster the energy. She couldn’t even say goodbye. This was it. Grovyle burst through a door and plopped her down on a table before spritzing the rest of the bottle all over her. “G-Grovyle, please! I-I ca—not yet, please!!”
“Oh, would you stop it?” Grovyle grumbled. He tried to shake another spray from the bottle, but it was spent. “I’m not taking you yet.” Max flopped down in relief. “Probably.” The lingering threat made her worry just enough to get back up.
“Then why are you here?” Max asked. She looked across herself to all the spots he’d spritzed and watched the scorch marks disappear. Burnt fur shed with fresh fur growing right underneath.
“Hello, nice seeing you again, too!” Grovyle said. He shook his head and tossed the bottle Max almost recognized into his bag. “Whatever happened to pleasantries? To being friendly?” He looked some amount of judgmentally down at Max, who just glared up at him with her arms crossed.
“You grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and yanked me into a room without even saying hi,” Max said. “What part of that was friendly?”
Grovyle raised a finger before slowly lowering it, mumbling, “Touche.” A thought seemed to strike him, and he reached into his bag before turning to face the door. Max winced away from an earache of a sound that went on until the tumblers let out a thick clunk. “There, locked. Don’t want any disturbances.” Max raised a brow and tried to get a look at what he’d used, but he hid it in his bag before she could.
“Hello,” Grovyle said, this time without the sarcasm. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, little missy.” He crossed his arms to lean against the door, and Max started getting flashbacks to last time.
“Grovyle,” Max sighed, rubbing her face. “I already told you. I don’t know!”
“No tremors,” Grovyle spat. “Not a one.” He narrowed his eyes and stared down at her. Even placing her on a counter, he towered well over her. “I’ve had tremors happen, albeit benign, from one word, one step, one stone that shouldn’t be there. Then, I let you have your fun for a week, and nothing. Not a one. Not even the champagne you drank caused so much as a wrinkle in time!”
“What?” Max asked. She immediately thought back to that first mission. How had getting rid of Nuzleaf not caused any changes? She wouldn’t admit to trying that, though, so she focused on another angle. “A week?” Grovyle eyed her, waiting for her point. “Grovyle, it’s been a month.”
“That’s even worse!” Grovyle said. “How—tell me, how—that after a month, you haven’t caused anything to change?” He kept a close eye on her reaction to every word, getting more frustrated with every second he didn’t get one. “You are someone who isn’t supposed to be here. Worse, you’re someone who isn’t supposed to be here taking the place of someone who is. Do you know how disastrous that should be?”
“I mean,” Max mumbled, shrugging. “Time usually has a way of self-correcting, right? It’s not exactly fate, but aren’t there fixe-”
“I knew it!” Grovyle shouted with a snap of a vine. He towered over her with his arms crossed in his assumed victory. “You know more than you’re letting on.” Again, he watched her carefully with his smirk as strong as it could be, and again, she gave him vanishingly little until eventually, she started to chuckle.
“Guessing,” Max said. “I’m just guessing based off shows and stuff.” Grovyle’s victorious grin turned to a sneer, so Max crossed her arms in a victory of her own. He kept looking at her every movement, every micro-expression until finally seeming to step just a bit away from anger.
“Max, look,” Grovyle said. “I know you miss him, but this isn’t right.” All of a sudden, he seemed even more urgent, yet still looked like he was holding himself back. Max’s tail flicked behind her at the shift. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. “This isn’t your Ithos.” Max started to grit her teeth, tail flicking much more as her frustration built. “I know it’s hard to let go, but trust me.”
The shift finally showed its purpose as his voice began to crack. His fate defying certainty in himself suddenly faltered as, for just a moment, his heart broke again. “You can’t go back. You can’t get that time back.” Max felt her frustration fade in the face of his despair. “He’s not your Ithos. It’s not right.”
“Why not?!” Max suddenly barked, surprising even herself as she leapt to her hindpaws. He’d smacked into a fresh nerve. “It’s—a lot’s different, but it’s still him!” She stared up, pleading. “I have—it’s him! He sounds the same, looks the same, he’s too similar to be different!” She had trouble staying together as she went on, and Grovyle gained a layer of empathy to his despair. “He’s Ithos. I know it.”
She’d started crying without noticing. Now that she did, though, she couldn’t stay up. She fell back, cradling her left arm in its twin. Grovyle stared at her with a storm of conflict. Max could almost hear the yelling of an internal debate as he jerked his head to the side to rub at the back of his neck. He pulled both paws to the back of his neck and rubbed them to the front.
“All right, fine,” Grovyle whispered. “Yes, it’s Ithos. It’s the Ithos you know.” Max rubbed the tears away to stare at him in frustration. That much was painfully obvious. “He likely never told you because he never knew, either.” His paw came to rub at his head as he tried to decide how much more to say, clearly already unhappy with how much he already had.
“He wiped his own memory after this,” he said; Max froze. She knew clearly, painfully clearly, how severe a step that is. “Because this is when Ithos fails.”
“What?” Max asked. After the first week, she’d stopped doubting this was well further in the past than her first time. “He can’t, though.” She shook her head, trying to imagine how Dark Matter could succeed, yet still leave a world behind. “How?”
When she looked up, though, she could tell that was all Grovyle would tell her. Some understanding started to grow in his eyes, too, that she couldn’t quite place. Then, it hit her, too. “He wiped….” She stared blank off to the distance. All the time she thought she’d gotten back would all be thrown away. She clenched her paws in building rage. How could he just throw it all away?
Grovyle tried to put a paw on her shoulder, but she smacked it off. “You need to let go,” he said. “You need to go back to where you belong.”
“Why?” Max said with spite. “If he’ll just forget it all, what’s the difference?”
“Time, Max!” Grovyle said. Whatever empathy he had for her position had started running thin. “I can’t let you stay here! Time can’t just correct itself for every little thing.” Something clicked in Max’s head.
“Correct what?” Max asked. She looked up at him to see a similar thought in his eyes. “If there aren’t any tremors, ripples, whatever.” She raised her brow at him. “Why are you here? What’s there to fix?” As she thought about it, she started hatching a plan. If Ithos wipes his memory to try again….
“Nothing,” Grovyle mumbled. He brought a claw to his chin as he thought again. “Not just a week, but a month, and nothing.” That new look he’d started giving her came back with a vengeance. He stared at her while looking right through her. Whatever he was thinking had nothing and everything to do with her. “It’s not impossible.”
“What?” Max asked, tired of being stared at. It seemed to snap Grovyle out of his thoughts, only for him to stare at her again. At least this time, he looked at her like she was a living creature.
“How has your relationship with Ithos been?” Grovyle asked. It seemed innocent enough, but the look he gave her didn’t. “What do you think of him?” Max started to glare a bit as the direction made a bit more sense. “As a friend, or were you maybe hoping for something m-”
Thanks to the added height of the counter top, Max could easily hop up and slap him across the face. After the initial shock, Grovyle simply nodded. “I suppose I deserved that.”
“Yes,” Max growled. “You did.” Even still, she didn’t like the smirk he started to have. It still wasn’t enough to dull the sting in the back of her mind, though. With every day, she felt the memories she’d thrown away torment her. She’d lost everything, friends, years, even simple facts about herself, in the worst desperation of her life. She couldn’t imagine Ithos ever doing the same.
She couldn’t let him.
“I can’t,” Max mumbled.
“Max,” Grovyle whispered. Again, he had that empathy in his voice. He almost seemed to have finally stopped thinking of her as his enemy. “You can’t change this.”
“You can’t stop me,” Max growled back. She pushed up to her hindpaws and pulled her tail forward. Locking the door wouldn’t stop her.
Grovyle didn’t move beyond shaking his head with a sad smile. “You misunderstand me,” he said. The certainty in his voice had returned, the cut of grief replacing the slice of anger. “You can’t change this.” Again, just by looking, Max could tell he wouldn’t tell her more. He relaxed as he looked at her even though she hadn’t stood down quite yet.
He watched her with growing amusement. Max brought her tail back behind her, feeling a bit ridiculous, but that didn’t stop his stare. She started to consider smacking him out of it before he chuckled, shaking his head. “I suppose I was wrong about you,” he said.
Max didn’t bother asking for clarification. He’d keep talking without her.
“I might not need to stop you at all,” he said. Max’s ears popped up in excitement before she could stop them, making Grovyle’s smile wider. As he chuckled again, Max felt a flutter of hope building.
“Does that mean you’ll leave me alone?” Max asked.
“Oh, definitely not,” Grovyle said. He shook his head, but his grin stayed exactly the same. “No, if you’d been a threat, it’d be open and shut. I’d get you back where you belong, and everything would be back as it should.” The glee in his eyes made Max feel like a mix of trapped prey and a lab rat. “Now, though, I’m interested.” His grin grew as he spoke. “Disastrous for you, if you wanted rid of me.” He let out a laugh.
Max didn’t care about the megalomaniacal laugh as her excitement built. She barely felt safe entertaining the thought. “I don’t have to go?” she asked. Grovyle looked at her again, getting another chuckle from her wet, desperate eyes.
“If I’m right,” Grovyle said, drawing out every word to torment her with the answer’s length. “Then, well, I suppose you might be able to-”
“Thank you!” Max squealed as she threw herself at him. She squeezed her arms around his neck. Her arms were already sore from the exercise, but that didn’t stop her. They squeezed as tight as they could while Grovyle let out his laughter. Some part of her didn’t appreciate the jostling, though.
“Kaaa chuuuu,” she groaned. She turned to hop off him, but the sudden cramp in her stomach liked that idea even less. As she pulled one arm to massage the ache away, Grovyle took ginger hold of her and put her back on the counter.
“Easy does it, little lady,” Grovyle said. “Something wrong?” He knelt to get a closer look on where she was holding, but Max quickly covered herself with her tail, sparks bouncing off her cheeks. He gave her a curious glance before rolling his eyes with another chuckle. “Weren’t you the one who called me a doctor?”
“Not the same,” Max grumbled. Whatever she had in her gut started to soften its approach until suddenly taking hold of her insides and twisting it with spite. She let out a yelp and fell back, both arms holding her belly now. It seemed to calm ever so slightly, but she didn’t let herself relax yet.
“Eat something bad?” Grovyle suggested. His paw went to his bag and started digging through, but he kept his attention on her. “I’m no doctor, but I can help in a pinch.” He pulled out an oran to prove his point.
“Thanks,” Max said. She risked reaching one paw out and started nibbling on it. “I guess I ate something, I don’t know.” The cramps threatened a return as she swallowed before ultimately standing down. She let out a breath of relief. “Just been having cramps today.”
“Does it feel like food poisoning?” Grovyle asked. As he watched her, though, Max got the feeling he already had a different hypothesis brewing.
Max barely gave it a thought before shaking her head. She’d had simple stomach aches before. This wasn’t anything similar. A lighter wave came through and had her wincing as she grumbled, “It feels like a part of my gut I’ve never felt before.”
“Oh, you are an interesting one,” Grovyle chuckled. A perfect world would’ve dropped a meteor on him for doing such when she was in the exact opposite of a joking mood, so Max reasoned she didn’t live in one. After his fun, though, he started digging through his bag with a knowing nod. “You said it’s been a month?” Max nodded.
“Yes, I have an idea,” he said as his paw scrounged through his bag. He needed to dig deep for it. It almost seemed deeper than the bag was. “Just a little monthly thing, but don’t worry too much.” Max really didn’t like that knowing grin growing, but she hated the ‘monthly’ mention more. “Believe it or not, it’s a common condition among humans that come here, well,” he glanced at her tail, “half of them.”
“Half?” Max grumbled. Her eyes narrowed as she looked to the side. “Right, of course.” The new body. It must have been an exact half, then. She didn’t have whatever this was before. “I luck out the first time, then I’m stuck in the other….” a gleam started to join Grovyle’s knowing grin as a look of horror grew in her eyes.
“Half,” she said. He’d glanced at her tail. “Oh, come on!” A new cramp came to accentuate her suffering. She shoved the rest of the oran berry in her mouth with one eye stuck shut in a wince.
“Yes, the first one’s always the worst,” Grovyle said. Max tried to look up with curiosity, but she couldn’t unscrew her face enough. “Well, so I’ve heard.” He flashed his teeth in a smile and made her want to strangle him. His eyes flashed as he finally grabbed whatever he’d been searching for and yanked it out.
“I’ve also heard humans are always thrilled to hear bleeding won’t be an issue,” he explained as he gave her an opaque bottle. True to the rumors, Max let out a deep sigh of relief.
Max took the bottle and said, “Thanks.” She spun it around to read the label, raising a brow. “Ibuprofen?”
“A girl’s best friend,” Grovyle explained. Max hurriedly fiddled with the cap before dumping one pill out and tossing it back. “You learn a lot in my line of work.” He watched her look up with a silent question and seemed eager to answer it. “Time Thief.” Because, of course, Max could never meet someone normal. She held the bottle back out to him, but he refused it. “Consider it an apology.”
Max gladly pulled it back. She didn’t have anywhere to put it, though, so she set it down next to her. “Apology?” she hummed. A smirk started to spread her lips. “That mean you’re sorry?”
Grovyle furrowed his brow and stared her down with a lighthearted glare. “Don’t you push it, missy,” he said. Max put her paws up in surrender with a little chuckle. The way he consistently referred to her, though, didn’t escape her notice. Either that’s just how he spoke, or he had a goal in mind. Of course, it’s not like he had any way of knowing.
“Hope this doesn’t sour your second go ‘round, too much,” Grovyle said. Max flinched. He did, in fact, have any way of knowing. She needed to get better at hiding that—though it’s not like she’d had ideal circumstances to hide it. The only two people who knew were the only two people who knew she had a new body.
“I think I’ll manage,” Max said, bringing her tail around. Even after all this time, it still made her grin to look at. Another, fading cramp came to challenge her claim, and she was glad she’d had the oran.
“See?” Grovyle said. He took a deep breath in to stretch and stared down at her as if he’d made some point. “Isn’t this so much nicer?” He crossed his arms, pointing his nose up to look down at her. “Better than being at my throat, don’t you think?”
“Don’t you push it,” Max said, crossing her arms again. “Who locked who in a cage?”
“Wasn’t locked,” Grovyle said. That hardly mattered in principle, but it was a pointless avenue. Aside from clearly not seeing an issue with it, he’d started looking at her in naked intrigue again.
It left Max time with her own thoughts. She didn’t really want the time, but they came on their own schedule. Every moment she’d spent with Ithos so far might disappear forever. She knew, better than anyone, what giving up your memories was. Even though Neb and Cori had saved her, she’d died. She’d gotten what she wanted out of it and then had to live through the consequences. She shook her head.
Ithos could never do that. She’d never let him.
“Hey, hey,” Grovyle whined. “What happened? We were getting somewhere!” Max flinched out of her thoughts. “What’s so wrong, all the sudden?” Open tenderness resounded below the veneer of snark.
Already, Max could feel herself closing up. She’d had to hide most of her worries all month. Ithos was the sweetest guy she’d ever known, but it’s not like she could really tell him all her worries. She wanted to let the impulse run its course, anyway. Even if Grovyle was a bit nicer all of a sudden, he wasn’t exactly a close friend.
But who else did she have?
It took some time to force herself, but she eventually managed to sigh out, “Ithos.” Ever since Goon reminded her of his name, saying it had a certain pain. Having him with her again, she hadn’t felt it again until now. “How can he just forget this?”
Grovyle didn’t move, but she felt him struggle to stay together. That vein of shared suffering she’d hit earlier seeped up to the surface again. Rather than say anything, he brought a paw to her shoulder and waited. A hurricane of thoughts tormented Max. She’d need to get that out before even thinking about an answer.
“What’s the point?” she asked. “Why am I here—why bother with a second chance if he’s just throwing it away?!” Rage started to build with helplessness before her own regret awoke to cut them down. This was just what she’d done to him.
“I can’t tell you,” Grovyle said. “The meaning is yours to find.” Already, she regretted talking to him. This worthless, non-answer therapy wouldn’t mend anything. “But I’ll tell you this. The time we spend with others is ours as much as it is theirs.” For an instant, he lost the reins on his composure, and then it came back. “To love is as good for you as it is for him.”
Max looked into his eyes and saw loss. She saw herself. It was as if Grovyle was seeing his own world die before his very eyes again. For a brief second, she felt like someone else understood. She felt the broken heart that could only come from losing love.
“Thanks,” she said. She brought her paw up to wipe her tears away so she could look away. Evidently, he’d had more than a worthless non-answer. Loving Ithos had already made her feel whole in a way she’d long since given up on. It finally started to make sense when she thought about his wording for a second. “Love?” She kept a close eye on his face, watching for any movement, any micro-expression.
He knew what was supposed to happen.
“Well, many kinds of it,” Grovyle answered. He had incredible control of himself, staying almost unreadable. When he turned away, though, for just an instant, she saw his frustration. He got up to pick at the leaves on his wrist. “Friends, family, couples, throuples, plenty.”
“Right,” Max said. Her grin started to grow when she saw another brief slip of panic. Maybe she hadn’t ruined her chances with Ithos, after all.
The same piercing buzzing from earlier tore her out of her thoughts. She flopped her ears to her head and slapped her paws on top. Under the squealing that stabbed into her eardrums, though, she could almost recognize the buzz, and the lock’s tumblers falling into place made her a bit more certain.
“About time I headed out,” Grovyle said. He put his paw on the knob and looked expectantly at her. “Come, if you like. Can’t save the world cooped up in here, can you?”
“Oh, can’t I?” Max said. She tried desperately not to think much on what he said. Saving the world was stressful enough the first time. She didn’t need to think about doing it again. Luckily, he simply shrugged and tugged the door open. She started hopping behind when a vine flicked out beside her and yanked the bottle she’d forgotten to her paw.
“Right, thanks,” she said. Grovyle was gone by the time she’d looked up. She scurried out through the door before it closed and couldn’t see a trace of him. Even running further into the main area, she didn’t see so much as a leaf.
“Looking for something?” a different voice drawled from behind her. She jumped around to see Ash leaning against a wall. Ash quickly threw up an open paw. “Don’t you worry. I’ve got exactly what you’re looking for.” He put his paw down and started to saunter over while Max tilted her head in confusion. Did Ash know Grovyle? Once he was just a bit uncomfortably close, he gestured to himself.
“Here it is,” he said. His permanent squint made it difficult to read his expression, but he almost seemed to be smirking. Max waited for him to finish his thought, but he didn’t go on.
“Here what is?” Max asked. She’d known this guy for less than a few minutes. He wasn’t exactly predictable to her yet. As he looked her up and down, though, she started to get a bit of an idea. As is typical of this kind of interaction, it only got worse once he continued talking.
“The perfect guy for a cute little thing like you,” Ash said with all the extra savoir-faire of bread just moldy enough to gain sentience. Despite that, he seemed entirely confident in his delivery.
Max hadn’t really gone through this kind of thing before. Like the ailment her ibuprofen intended to alleviate, it was a new experience for her. She didn’t know exactly what to do. A few educated guesses came to mind. For one, she obviously knew it’d be rude to laugh, so she made sure to try and hide the chuckles with a paw. Ideally, she’d deliver a gentle and polite, ‘No thanks.’
Instead, a piercing squeak of a laugh forced its way out before she could stop it. She tried to pull it back when another cramp echoed out from under the medicine, bringing a paw to her belly. “Sorry!” she forced out, desperately trying to reign herself in.
“Well,” Ash said, matter of factly. “Worth a try.” Max desperately hoped he was all right behind his perpetual squint. “Thinking I’ll die, now.”
“Hey, wait, sorry,” Max said. She forced herself to sober up and play nice. “Look, I just didn’t expect it. You’re, y’know.” She got a sudden insight into how Ithos felt the day of their first mission while she tried to think of a compliment for someone she’d exchanged scant few sentences with. Her cheeks sparked at the mere thought of it, and she shook herself out of it. Better to start fresh.
“Thanks for the flattery,” she said. “That was really sweet of you. I’m really sorry for laughing.” She dared to step a bit closer and pat his shoulder. “Putting yourself out there takes guts.” As she pulled back, she saw him relaxing a bit. “I’m sure you’re great, but I just don’t know you.”
“Gotcha,” Ash said with a nod. Even if it was a bit less, Max could feel the unease dripping off him. “Good thing we’ll know each other a lot better soon.” Before that could even start to make sense, a shout yanked them both out of conversation.
“Max!” Ithos screamed from half-way across the gym. He barreled over with utter disregard for the several pokémon that had to jerk out of his way to avoid collision until he skid to a stop less than a foot away. “Sorry! Are you all right?!” He grabbed hold of her shoulders and started to look her over. A yelp squeaked out of Max when he did, sparks spewing down her cheeks, but she didn’t move to stop him.
“Ohhhh,” Ash said. He looked between Ithos and her reaction to him with a knowing nod. “Got it.” Whatever he got seemed to soothe the blow a bit. He gave her a knowing smirk.
“Oh no, was it that bad?” Ithos asked. Max had to shake herself out of watching Ash to find Ithos had zeroed in on the ibuprofen. “Did I—are you gonna be all right? Here, you need to rest.” He started trying to sit her down and Max had to push him back.
“No, no, it’s all right,” Max chuckled, taking a few steps back. “This wasn’t you, don’t worry.” She showed it to him for a second before letting her arm relax. “Just some hu-,” Ash was right there, “—little cramping.”
“Oh, thank Mew,” Ithos sighed. He rolled his shoulders to let the relief through and soothe the sore muscles. Now that his panic had subsided, he still looked pretty exhausted from his attack. He pulled his left arm up with his right, trying to twist the scales enough that he could see his elbow. “I think I overdid it today.”
“Let me see,” Max said. Without giving him a chance to answer, she set the bottle down to look his arm over. All along the length, patches of his scales looked worn and raw. “What did you do?” She rubbed a nubbin across one, and he yanked his arm back with a hiss.
“Ash’s idea,” Ithos said with a nod to the cyndaquil. He took another quick look, then let his arm fall to the side. Max looked over and waited for Ash to explain himself. Despite how minor the scrapes were, she felt some anger building. It didn’t help that she could still feel her insides trying to wring themselves out.
“Evasion training,” Ash rushed to say. He threw up his paws in surrender at Max’s unintended glare. “You know, just, dodging attacks.” He gingerly lowered his paws while keeping careful watch on Max. It was a perfectly sensible idea. She didn’t have any reason to be mad, but that tickle of frustration wouldn’t leave the back of her mind. “I don’t think he knows how to roll yet, though.”
Ithos looked away, bringing a paw to another raw patch of scales on his arm. Both of them had an eye on Max, though. She was struggling to relax her expression.
“Sorry,” Max said. A paw went to hold her gut while she shook her head. “I don’t know what’s up with me.” Although another quick cramp gave her an idea. She gave Ash an apologetic smile dulled by the sudden wince. “I’m not really good at first impressions.”
“No kidding,” Ithos said with a smirk. Max was already eager to lightly strangle him for whatever snark he had planned. Luckily for both of them, he didn’t go on to say more. Instead, he turned to Ash with an excited bounce. “Did you tell her about it?” That little hop managed to soften Max’s wince into a smile as the cramp subsided.
“About what?” Max asked. Ithos’ eyes shot over to her, eager and wide. Just like she’d hoped, he couldn’t wait to tell her.
“The Expedition Society!” Ithos cheered. Max felt her smile falter, but Ithos was too excited to notice. “It’s a new group that’s setting up in the Water Continent! He thinks he can get us in!” He turned to Ash for confirmation, and Ash nodded.
“Yeah,” Ash said. “I’ve got some friends and favors to ask, but I couldn’t find anyone willing to move.” It matched Max’s memory better for them to join, but the idea still felt weird. This also seemed strangely exclusive, though she couldn’t remember if the Expedition Society she remembered had been like that, too. “The places they’ve got for members are way nicer, though.”
Ithos grabbed her paws with a few bounces of excitement. Max meeped at the sudden touch, a few sparks bouncing down her cheeks while she looked at her paws in his. “Isn’t that great?!” Ithos asked. Now that he was looking right at her, though, he could see the conflict in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“S-sorry,” Max said, shaking her head. They’d been in the Expedition Society to fight Dark Matter. This was the way it was supposed to be, but part of her couldn’t get over what Grovyle said. Would this help, or just ensure he’s the Ithos that fails?
“I think it’s me,” Ash said. He turned to the side to scratch at the back of his head. “Didn’t exactly paint myself as a great new teammate while you were gone.” To this point, Max hadn’t even realized he was joining.
“What?” Ithos asked. He glanced over before suddenly letting one of Max’s paws go to turn to him. “Dude, really?” His paw came up to slap his face; Max kept her eyes on the paw still holding hers. “Come on, man, I told you not to try that.” It was so warm.
“Well, why not?” Ash asked. He crossed his arms defensively. “You said you weren’t interested.” The warmth in Ithos’ paw suddenly burned.
“Wh-what?!” Ithos stuttered, looking between both of them. “I-”
“Let’s do it,” Max said. She yanked her paw out of Ithos’ while a few sparks bounced down her cheeks. After the initial surprise, Ithos crumpled a little while pulling his paw closer. He seemed oddly dejected for someone not interested, but Max didn’t let herself linger on hope. “Look, I was just worried about typing,” she explained with a forced smile.
Ash let out an audible breath of relief, and the sparkle returned to Ithos’ eyes. It made it a lot easier to smile for Max. The joy it always gave him made her love telling Ithos yes. “We’re still gonna be Team Plasma, though, right?”
“Yes!” Ithos cheered as he yanked Max up into a hug. The cramps strongly disagreed with the ensuing bounces, but she was too happy feeling his arms around her. Ithos was the only person she didn’t mind picking her up. After a few bounces, though, she couldn’t keep her groans suppressed. Ithos rushed to put her down, smile still wide. “Right, sorry.”
“It’s all right,” Max forced through grit teeth. She located the ibuprofen bottle and tossed another pill back, praying it would help again. Until then, she let herself sit down. “So, where do we sign?”
“Well, we’re not in yet,” Ash said. His paws rubbed over each other, a few little spurts of flame flaring up on his back. He looked hesitant to share the last part. He’d seemed excited and open about all the details earlier. This nervousness brought back the worry Max felt earlier. “There’s still auditions and initiation.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Ithos asked. He rested his paws on his hips with brazen confidence. “That’ll be a cinch for us!”
Max wasn’t so sure, but she smiled when he looked at her anyway. She shared a glance with Ash after. Someone worried about something with a very innocuous sounding name never ended well. The dread on Ash’s face gave Max a growing weight in her stomach that complimented the cramps something fierce.
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How My Body Reacted To My 2023 Manifestations
It’s New Year’s Eve.
I woke up this morning, a little later than I normally do, and as I laid in bed, I aimlessly scrolled through my phone at everyone’s “New Year’s Resolution” posts. I thought to myself what made today different than any other “new year.” Time goes by, years change...what makes this one different?
I got up, brushed my teeth, and prepared to shower but, just before I got into the steaming abyss, something in my subconscious had pulled me back. I shut off the water and grabbed my yoga mat almost immediately and began my routine like I do every morning. What was strange was that my body had never craved the peace that my morning yoga brings like this.
My whole routine felt different this time around, but nothing out of the ordinary. That is, until I got into my Upwards Salute pose. My brain, like a rolodex, began flipping through different thoughts and wishes. Without knowing, I began vocalizing them; reciting them like poetry, over and over again.
I parted my palms ever so slightly and I could feel pure heat in-between them. I was shocked, as this had never happened before in my life, but rather than my heart beat profusely...it was calm. My mind was calm. My body was calm.
My voice became more audible. The words practically flowing out of my lips like a wave.
I manifest wealth, wisdom and success.
I manifest my art and writing will bring much success and profit. I manifest motivation and inspiration for my art.
I manifest that dream job I want. I manifested that so hard.
I manifest love, in lovers and friendships, and I manifest health and wellness for all my friends and family who give me love.
I manifest knowledge, enlightenment and safe travels.
I manifest health and strength for my mind, my body and my heart. I manifest health and strength for the minds, hearts and bodies of my friends and family.
And slowly, the tips of my fingers began to tingle, moving down to my wrists, and before I knew it, my entire hand was tingling. As my lips moved with my manifestations, something so strange, yet so beautiful happened.
I began to cry.
My cheeks soaked in tears and just like clockwork, I recited these sentences.
I manifest that, not only my body and my mind, but my spirit, will be strong enough that nothing will ever break it.
I manifest good company. I manifest positivity in influences.
I manifest independence mentally and financially.
I manifest happiness. Pure happiness.
I manifest growth in my family. I manifest life.
I manifest discipline.
i manifest balance.
I manifest kindness.
I manifest authenticity and sincerity.
I manifest safety.
I manifest faith. Not only in a higher power, but in myself.
And this is the sentence that triggered those tears into pure sobs:
I manifest peace. I manifest peace. I manifest peace.
I manifest peace for myself, but also for people in other countries who are fighting for theirs.
And as I brought myself down into a Uttanasana, I let my body melt into the puddle of tears my eyes were creating.
It was so strange to me, as this has never happened before, but it made me realize something.
My entire life I wanted the perfect body, the high paying job, the extravagant life, the expensive vacations, the nice clothes but, it had never occurred to me that perhaps, this is what I am being told to like.
I wanted these manifestations so bad, that I became overly emotional for them. Deep down in my subconscious, I wasn’t going to the gym because I wanted to be skinny. I was going because I wanted to be healthy.
Within that forty minutes, which felt like seconds, I became vulnerable to my own body. I had spoken my own truth to myself.
And this changed the concept of a “New Year’s Resolution” for me. Continue to do those things you said you would. Continue to make those changes you said you’d make. But change the outcomes and reasons you do them for.
Life is all about perspective. And I realized that when I became a part of the fight for Mahsa Amini and all the people fighting for their peace and freedoms in Iran. I complain about the hours that I work at my job, I complain about how tired I am all the time and not once did I think that I could have been on the street being murdered for things for basic human rights; human rights that I have in this life, but I am not grateful for, all because I worked until 8pm tonight.
Or what about the children who are going through poverty? The people in certain parts of the world who have no food to eat who are sick? And here I am, complaining about a little IBS stomach cramp.
And what about the men and women who are on the streets, doing thousands of things they don’t want to do, only to provide for their children? And I have the audacity to complain about not liking my job?
Our New Year’s Resolution, collectively, should be to be more grateful and thankful for what we have rather than what we don’t have.
I shared my manifestations with everyone this year. And to everyone reading this, I manifesting all the same for you.
Manifest everything you’ve ever wanted this year. 2023 will be the year for everyone. I literally felt it.
Happy New Year, everyone!
I love you.
#new years#2023#new year resolution#motivation#inspiration#mahsa amini#iran#manifestations#poverty#gratefulness#kindness
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NOTE: READ THE WARNINGS, this could be very triggering! This is a very specific thing, talking about self-blame and emotional repression, and is made specifically for comfort and characterization practice. Do not read if you could get hurt doing so.
Characters- All!
GN!Reader
Warnings- Panic attacks, accidental SH, emotional repression, misplaced guilt, unhealthy coping mechanisms, Self-blame, and swearing (As always)
Category- Headcanons
Lucifer
He found you after waltzing into your room, because let’s face it, mans cannot knock to save his life
you were sitting at your desk, eyes closed and hand white-knuckled around a pen, and muttering something inaudible.
“Are you alright?”
“hm? yeah, yeah I’m fine.” okay well don’t fucking lie
well he may be the oldest but that doesn’t mean he’s good at comforting people. Like at all.
The type of person to tilt your face up and examine it just to tell you that you need to take a break from work.
Won’t push you to talk, he’s bad at talking anyways and doesn’t wanna be a hypocrite
He’ll be very hesitant to pull you into a hug but if you initiate one he won’t pull away.
No lectures for like three days, enjoy it while it lasts.
Mammon
Busts down ya fuckin door, grinning cheerfully
Gets worried as soon as you don’t scold him for breaking down the door
Okay wow he’s seen people space out but hasn’t seen anyone do it while digging their nails into their palms or curled up in a ball
Older brother instincts kick in immediately
drops whatever he’s holding and scoops you up, carries you to your bed so your muscles don’t get stiff from sitting weird
Doesn’t want to hug you in case you’re uncomfortable with it, but will kinda tip you onto his shoulder
When you’re fully aware of his presence, he’ll open his arms to offer a hug, and tell you to go to him next time you’re upset.
Tsundere actions temporarily gone in favor of comforting you, they’ll come back later though, don’t worry
Leviathan
Knocked, but didn’t get a response and was instructed to check on you since you missed dinner
Walked in to find you sitting on your bed, arms covering your face and hands tightly gripping your hair
Upon approaching you, hears you chanting “now right now, no, no, I’m fine, it’s fine, it’s my fault anyways, I’ll be fine, I’m fucking fine, stop being like this, it’s fine” as your hands tighten in your hair
Will feel awful for intruding, but gently takes your hands out of your now-tangled hair, shocked as you lunge forward to pull him into a tight hug, shaking slightly
Hugs back, sitting on the bed and doing his best to be comforting
Will 100% stay as long as you need
Satan
He’s never been great at comforting people, but he’ll do his best!
Walked into your room to discuss some human-world novels you’d mentioned, only to find you desperately beating up a punching bag (he’d set it up after you’d expressed concern at not having any way to easily stay in shape, with all the gyms being populated with demons)
Paused just long enough to analyze your fighting pattern, before carrying you away so you couldn’t hurt your hands (more)
Treats you like a violent lil cat
gives you the option of leaving, but hugs you nonetheless.
Expect to go from wanting to beat the shit out of everything to clinging to his shirt, sobbing into his shoulder as he pets your hair and rubs circles into your back
Gentle, soothing tone of voice and quietly saying reassurances/reciting your favorite book because yes, he did memorize it. Don’t question why
Won’t bring it up again but there’s an unspoken agreement that if you’re upset, you can talk to him.
Asmodeus
Asmo almost had a heart attack when he saw you scratching at your hands, making thin lines and carefully counting your breathing, seemingly unaware of the pinpricks of blood coming from your fingers
Immediately makes his presence known by gently grabbing your hands and leading you to the edge of your bed, grabbing a first-aid kit from his makeup bag and bandaging your hands.
“darling, what’s wrong?”
this man Cares
Very gentle and defensive of you for at least a week, determined to borderline hiss at anyone with the audacity to approach you
You’re going to have to reassure him that it’s okay, nobody hurt you (or tell him who did so he can absolutely destroy them)
single-handedly teaches you selfcare in the form of skincare
Beelzebub
Walked into your room to find you with your hands over your ears, breathing heavily and slowing it to a usual rate, exhaling, and starting over. Immediate concern.
If you end up telling him that you were blaming yourself for something, or flippantly act like it wasn’t a big deal, expect to get crushed in a fierce, caring hug. He’s not gonna stand for this.
Tries to prove how loved you are, really truly are, to you, and gets frustrated when he can’t articulate it.
Listen he knows what it’s like to blame yourself and he REFUSES to let you do that
Belphegor
*sucks in breath* he was already in your room when you started having a panic attack, and was curled up in your bed stealing your blankets.
He woke up after a little bit and was just “you good?”
Genuinely concerned, since the only other time he’d ever seen you cry was when you broke a bone, and even then you were laughing a little bit.
Expect to be pulled down and aggressively loved for at least half an hour
Diavolo
C o n c e r n
Okay, sure, pacing back and forth isn’t all that concerning, but add it to muttering, anxiously twirling a pen, and you being a human and he’s worried
Especially when you don’t seem to notice his presence, and he has to tap your shoulder multiple times before you do.
has no clue what a panic attack even is, thanks to demons rarely getting them
Offers read: insists taking you out to a calm restaurant and pampers you
He’s doing his best to be supportive and helpful, please humor him
Barbatos
Knew what panic attacks were and that you’d probably get one, wasn’t prepared for the emotional repression bit.
He brought chamomile tea with mint, lemon, and honey, and carefully opened your door, only to find you crying and quietly yelling at yourself.
Really wasn’t prepared to find you like that
Gives you the tea, offers to leave if you’d prefer and is pleasantly suprised when you shake your head
Tentatively offers a hug.
Does his best to help you calm down, and it’s oddly reassuring.
Simeon
ohno oh no oh no nononono
hugs and concern from angel boy
will ask how he can help
Ask to pet his hair it’s very soft and fluffy
Alternatively, ask for a hug. He gives really fuckin good hugs
Will kind of helicopter around you for a bit
Solomon
being a human, he knows exactly what to do!
alert you to his presence, ask to help, don’t push.
Surprisingly, he follows those steps exactly, even letting you drag him into a hug. Honestly very sweet for once
He’s good with relaxing, and is willing to leave should you tell him to, but otherwise won’t.
Luke
Luke is immensely worried immediately.
He thinks that you’re dying for a second and immediately panics
Will let you call him short.
offers to get Simeon (”not because I can’t handle it or anything, but just maybe that could help?”)
You reassure him that no, having your little brother here is plenty
He looks confused for a few seconds before realizing and pouting.
#WE BELIEVE IN LITTLE BROTHER LUKE IN THIS FAMILY#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me brothers#obey me undateables#little brother luke#obey me hcs#obey me writings#obey me hc#obey me x gn!reader#gn!reader#specific demographic omswd
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Aesthetic Studying
*note: you do not need expensive stationery to make your notes pretty. Also, practical is more important- what matters is studying in a way that's functional for you.
I want to give tips that are pretty AND practical, but you need to do what works for you.
Without further ado:
1. I'll say it again: fluffy pens. Fluffy pink lens and fluffy pink notebooks will always make you feel like Elle Woods, Cher Horowitz, and Sharpay Evans all at once.
Other elements: colour coding with highlighters and file dividers is useful and very cute, add pictures or illustrations where you can to emphasise points, and you can absolutely add doodles in the margins... But maybe not on your exams.
2. Make studying fun to encourage you to actually do it, especially if you're stuck with a module or subject that you'd rather not work on. You could:
- make yourself a fancy beverage- a hot chocolate with ALL the trimmings, or a berry tea, or whatever you make to feel cozy and comfy
- Keep your desk clean and tidy, but add a few things that make you happy such as a small potted plant or a teddy that can sit and watch as you go.
- dress for the occasion! Use your favourite book characters as inspiration, or just a classic pink moment. If you feel pretty, it can be motivational to get stuff done.
*if you don't have a uniform/ you're in third-level education, you could try wearing a certain colour when you study certain topics as a bonus visual aid.
If you do have a uniform, try the same tip with a bracelet on your dominant hand.
3. For Auditory Learners:
Pink Academia study playlists are very fun. I'm sharing my playlist soon, if you're interested, but if you're not then take some other options. If you're a classical purist, I'd use Tchaikovsky's three big ballets- Nutcracker, Swan Lake, and Sleeping Beauty. If you like musicals, there's Legally Blonde, Mean Girls, Carrie, and Six for a few to get you in the Pink. For musicals, I like to pick a song or character that I can sing along to and use that as a short break... Just don't pick Veronica.
4. For Visual Learners:
Colour coding is very Pink Academia. You can also make your flash cards on colour-coded card.
Something I don't see recommended that often is checklists. Break your tasks into smaller steps so that you can tick them off or fill them in. This is also another opportunity to talk about pretty pink stationery.
5. For Kinaesthetic Learners: Ok, this might just be a me thing because I've never seen it anywhere else- tell me if you do this! So, take your notes with you while you exercise at home... Or at the gym if you really want, I'm not going to stop you.
Basically, you read them in sections to yourself (aloud is best) while you do something like mountain climbers or up-and-down planks, and then you recite the information again while you do, say, jumping jacks, or anything you can't really read while doing.
It's kinda like a variation on the audiobooks while you work out, but what you're listening to is your own notes.
It also totally feels like you're Elle on her treadmill!
6. Making your Actual Notes pretty.
Analog: (aka physical notebooks) my tip is not worrying too much when you initially take down notes. My rapidfire note taking handwriting is absolute chicken scratch.
But make it pretty when you need to read from it so that it's easier.
- again, I will die on the fluffy pink hill
- nice headers- try coloured pens, drawing a ribbon banner around it, colour coded underlines, or adding a couple of doodles that relate to the topic
- consistent bullet points. I mean, if you draw your bullet points as filled-in circles, empty circles, dashes, or asterisks, it looks more aesthetically pleasing if you pick just one, or assign different roles for different shapes (like for staggered points)
-work on your handwriting- when you need to be able to read it back, or when a teacher or examiner needs to be able to be able to read it, you should try to make it legible.
You can add to the pretty with consistent sizing and shape.
Digital: Literally please just... Notion. The free version has more than you will ever need, and you can make it as simple or as pretty as you like. It's... Listen. It's just good.
#pink academia#pink#studyblr#auditory learners#visual learners#kinaesthetic learners#study tips#aesthetic studying
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Can't Get Enough [Jamil Viper x Reader]
Inspired by prompts #3 & #6 of this cute list
Looks like I got in the mood of writing short things due to the prompt list inspiration. Jamil's turn this time, something fluffy~
[gender neutral reader]
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Hiding away from everyone's eyes wasn't easy. Night Raven College always had people trudging through its hallways and staircases.
By some miracle, however, Jamil and [Name] found a little desolate corner in a stairwell to meet in.
Viper leaned in and intruded his lover's bubble, hands on either side of them, grabbing the handrail.
"Magic history with Professor Trein? You better hurry up and get to class, [Name]." The dark haired boy stated, teasing smile shaping his lips.
The [ # ] year chuckled and closed the distance between their heads further. "I'm well aware, Jam-jam. Seems like I'm trapped in a snake's coils, though."
Scarabia's vice leader looked into their [color] eyes with fondness before bringing their foreheads together. "You're not complaining about it, or are you?"
Noses nuzzled together as the couple relished their moment of solitude. Their reverie was cut short due to the loud alarm bell ringing, signaling students and teachers alike that a new class period was to start.
[Last name] yolted at the sound. "Oh, shoot! Gotta go now, lover boy, else Trein will have me reciting that Nightingale song again."
Jamil sighed but snorted lightly. "Again?" He wrapped his arms around his partner's waist and brought their bodies impossibly closer.
They pouted. "Yes, again..."
Taking a deep breath, Jamil began, "Sing sweet nightingale~ Sing sweet nightingale~ Ah-!"
Before he could continue the punishment song, [Name] pulled him close by the neck and planted a kiss on his lips. Jamil smiled into the kiss and reciprocated the gesture, relaxing in their embrace.
The [dorm] student pulled away and tried to pry his arms off. "Alright, need to go now, Jamil. I'll be late otherwise and-"
Jamil turned their head towards him and brought their lips together once more. "Just one more" He muttered after the first kiss.
"Jami-" Another peck. "Class is-" Kiss. "Mmh~, Jam-" [Name] attempted to protest, but truly wanted to continue with the affection.
A longer kiss was delivered, full of love and care. It left [Name] hypnotized.
So hypnotized, they continued to lean into their boyfriend after he parted. The chase their lips followed back to his made the boy chuckle into the final peck.
The bell rang once more, which made the pair snap out of it.
"Alright, that's enough for now." [Name] pat Jamil's shoulder to make him let go.
"Was it, now?" He asked.
"Eh..." They shrugged. This elicited a chuckle from both.
[Last name] climbed a couple steps before looking back at Jamil. "Maybe~ ....after basketball practice? Under the bleachers~?" A wink and smile were thrown at the Scarabia student.
A blush colored his tan cheeks. "I- uhm..." He cleared his throat and looked at them with an attempted stern look, "You should hurry up to class now."
"Sure, sure~" The [hair color] giggled and made their way up the stairs quickly.
Viper shouted after them, "A-And see you in the gym later!"
"Roger that!"
The boy remained in the stairwell a couple more seconds before making his way to the library. Hand reached out to the fluttering in his chest, unable to hide the soft smile plastered on his face.
"Ah, Jamil! Hey!! Did something good happen? You're very smiley! I'm happy for you!" Kalim's voice echoed in the hallway.
Even so, Viper will not let his mood dampen down, not after sharing a wonderful moment with his beloved.
"Yeah, something good happened. Can't hang out, gotta go. See you around, Kalim."
Looking forward to club activities, I see~
[END]
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Let's be honest: who wouldn't chase Jamil's lips after a sweet kiss? ASFHDKSL
Lololol my dumb little edit
Hope you enjoyed~
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#jamil viper#jamil viper x reader#scarabia#zack writes#soul cuddle#gn reader#gender neutral reader
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SKRIBBLZ I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE DONE ANOTHER LITTLE HAIKYUU MASTERLIST BINGE.
BEHOLD!!!! The almighty reference photo!!
Watch this AFTER you’ve read the story. This is purely reference as well.
BEHOLD!!! Reference p2
There’s hella exposition, oopsies, but it’s an easy read.
The Time of My Life
Warning! This is a tickle fic!
Ships: Platonic!Asahi Azumane x Yuu Nishinoya
Warnings: Tickles, a very sad bb Noya
Prompt: All that Nishinoya wants is a dance partner that won’t poke fun at him for his love of it.
Tags: T-fic taglist! @gl1tch-l33 @cupcake-spice13 @littlebbyleesfw AND THE QUEEN MS @skribblz FOR SUPPLYING SUCH AMAZING CONTENT FOR MY BRAIN.
“Wait you’re serious?” Tanaka asked dumbfounded, subsequently slapping a hand to his mouth to muffle his laughter.
Nishinoya frowned as his ears burned, “W-well It’s- I’ve a-always wanted t-to try it but-“ he sighed, “just- never mind.”
The libero walked away from his friend in complete and utter embarrassment. Who was he kidding? All of his friends would tell him no or make fun of him, just like Tanaka and Hinata did. He plugged his earbuds into his iPod and played the music that always makes him happy.
He trudged outward with his hands, and iPod, in his pockets. Tears of frustration pricked the corners of his eyes as he remembered the mocking words of his “friends”. Nishinoya paced down the sidewalk toward the empty gym. They don’t have practice today, so it should be empty. When he finally reached the spacious room, he buried his head in his hands and sighed heavily.
“Yeah sure, I’ll be quick I just have to grab my bag.“ the gym doors opened to reveal Karasuno’s ace with a grin spreading from his lips to his eyes.
Nishinoya hastily wiped his leaking eyes and turned his back to hide from Asahi.
“Uh actually Daichi, I’m gonna be a little bit. Coach wants to talk to me. Let’s all just meet at his store when we finish up.” The ace shut the door behind him and immediately sat down next to his best friend.
“Ah. S-sorry, Asahi. Didn’t t-think anyone would be here.” Noya blinked his eyes to let the welling tears fall from them.
The spiker smiled sympathetically as he reached up to dry his buddy’s eyes, “What’s goin’ on, Noya?”
“Nothin’. “Nishinoya mumbled, “Is’stupid.”
“Clearly not if you’re this upset.” Asahi placed a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder, “You know that I’ll never judge you. You just have to open up.”
The libero sighed, “Hinata and Tanaka think I’m some kind of girly kid now.” he spoke softly as he sniffled.
“What?” Asahi’s eyebrows furrowed in anger and confusion, “Why is that?”
“You promise you won’t laugh at me?” The second year asked as he looked at his best friend.
“I promise you, Nishinoya.” The spiker replied in a serious tone.
“Y’know that movie called Dirty Dancing?...” Nishinoya asked as his gaze trailed away from Asahi’s.
“Yep. I’ve seen it quite a few times.” Asahi replies, “Keep going. What’s going on?”
“T-the dance scene at the end...” Noya took a deep breath.
Now or never.
“I-I really wanna t-try it.” He replied in a soft, squeaky voice.
“And that’s why they made fun of you...” Asahi concluded aloud.
The ace sighed as Nishinoya nodded sadly and started to trail on about how it “didn’t matter”, and how he’d “get over it”. He jumped up to his feet suddenly and offered a hand for the libero.
The younger of the two took it hesitantly, immediately being pulled into a ballroom dancing position.
“Whaaa? Asahi you know how to dance?!” Nishinoya’s frown practically evaporated.
“Don’t tell the guys. Mom made me take lessons for a middle school cotillion and I just kept going with it.” Asahi replied with a kind smile, “Play the song.”
“You know the dance too??”
“Recitals.” Asahi replied dryly, “Again not a word to the guys.”
Nishinoya let out a loose chuckle as he unplugged his earbuds and began to play The Time of My Life. The two volleyball players glided through the dance efficiently; shock was a common feeling for both parties, wondering why the other knew the dance so well.
Noya was enjoying himself wholly. It felt so good to be able to embrace a passion, without being belittled or picked on for it. Even better is that his partner is Asahi: his best friend, his favorite person, his idol, his ace.
The apex of the song came close and the second year was completely lost in the sound. Before he knew it, he was running toward Asahi, ready to fly. The ace hoisted him in the air effortlessly, and he giggled madly at the sudden change in height... or so Asahi thought.
“Why are you laughing so much?” Asahi questioned as his own features upturned.
“Y-your hahahand!” Nishinoya replied with his eyes screwed shut, struggling to keep still, “Ihihihit tihihickles!”
Asahi’s eyes illuminated as he discovered the icing on the cake to make his buddy feel better. “Oh yeah?” The ace bear hugged the smaller boy and prodded at his sides.
“Ahahasahahihihi! Nohohoho!” The libero cried as he gripped the spiker’s head lightly.
“I’m not Asahi anymore! I’m Patrick Swayze!” He cooed, digging in a little more earnestly.
“Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!”
The ace gasped dramatically as he looked at the crumbling second year in his tickly clutches. “How dare you tell the great Patrick Swayze to shut up?!”
“ ‘Msahahaharry!” Noya replied while giggling furiously, not at all ready for the spiker’s next attack.
Asahi nudged Nishinoya’s shirt up to his ribs with his wrist. “Behold my true might!”
“Asahi what’re you gonna- dNGH AHAHAHSAHAHAHIHIHIHI!” The libero’s eyes widened, and he jolted, as he felt a pair of lips connect with his bare stomach and vibrate, “NAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!”
The ace’s lips upturned as he took in a breath for another raspberry.
“ASAHI! WAIT!”
“What?” The spiker asked innocently, looking up at the breathless second year and squeezing at his bare sides.
“IHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“I’ve noticed.”
“YOHOHOHOU DOHOHOHONT GEHEHET IHIHIT!”
“What don’t I get?”
The ace brought his lips down for yet another torturous raspberry.
“Y-YOHOHOHOUR BEHEHEHEARD!!” The libero finally sputtered as he felt lips meet his stomach once again, “SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!”
Ah finally Asahi understood. The spiker sucked in a huge breath and blew with all of his might.
The scream of sheer horror, that emitted from Nishinoya, was arguably Asahi’s most favorite sound in the world.
“OKAHAHAHAY! THAHAHAHATS ENOHOHOHOUGH!” Nishinoya gripped the hair on the crown of Asahi’s head as he laughed uncontrollably.
“Ahh.” Asahi said as he pulled back to let the little libero breathe.
“You- why- whawasthafor??”
“Noooooya...?”
“Don’t dodge my question!” The second year now had his wind back.
“But Nooooyaaaa!”
“What?!”
“One more?” Asahi asked as his eyes sparkled, grip tightening around the libero’s waist.
“I-“ Nishinoya sighed as a wobbly smile came onto his face, “o-one more.” He replied sheepishly as his ears burned.
“Woo!” Asahi cheered as he sucked in a huge breath.
Noya screwed his eyes shut and waited for the raspberry to come...
“Wh-“ Nishinoya looked down to see the spiker smiling up at him, “I thought you were gonna do an- AH!”
The libero was cut off by the ace dipping him down to the floor and ruthlessly digging into his sides and stomach.
“AHAHAHACEHEHE! C’MOHOHOHON! DOHOHONT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHE MEHEHEHEHEHE!”
Meanwhile, Daichi and Coach Ukai stood outside the gym windows. They both had their arms folded and pleased grins on their faces.
Those two had some explaining to do.
And Asahi? He has some more dancing to do.
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