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botboots · 3 years

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tough day [optimus x reader]

soft boss-bot time. little vent thingy that i started writing a couple days ago - recent shit happened and this actually really helped ground me - if you’re going through a rough time rn i hope this at least gives you a little break from everything :)) didn’t proofread this so if anything seems off im sorry warnings: low self-esteem, self deprication, vent word count: 905 (GN reader) continued under the cut

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You trudge into the base, the heavy metal door closing behind you with a groan. The sound of your sneakers tapping against the hard floor echoes throughout the warehouse as you make your way across the hangar. The noise is abruptly cut off when you reach one of the couches, your bag sliding off your back before you slump into the couch with a huff.

Before you can even try to get yourself comfortable on the stiff furniture, heavy footsteps echo across the building. Well, if you can describe a forty-ton walking hunk of metal simply as ‘heavy’.

Angling your head back, you’re met with a set of blue optics looking back down on you. It takes you a moment to plaster on a slight smile, obvious fatigue dragging your brain.

“Hey.”

Optimus’ metal brow quirks upward, and for a moment you think you see slight concern glint the leaders face. But he simply nods to you, making his way to his designated station and busying himself with one of the terminals. One of the few moments of peace he gets, and he uses it to work.

You expected nothing less of him.

“So, where’s the rest of the crew? Bee said he’d take me with him for patrol.” You ask, settling deeper into the (very uncomfortable) couch. Usually you would be nervous talking to the prime, but you don’t particularly have the energy for it today.

“My apologies, but I’ve already sent Bumblebee on his patrol. He may not be back until later.” he answers distantly, mostly focused on the work in front of him, “However I do not think it’s wise for you to go with him either way, it may put you in danger – and you cannot exactly defend yourself from Decepticons.”

You frown, lowering your gaze. Alright, so the one thing you were looking forward to after your ultra-shitty day was just blown out the window. That’s fine. Who cares? Totally not you.

”(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Optimus’ voice shakes you out of your thoughts, making you glance up at the Autobot leader who was currently pausing his work- wasting his time to check on you.

Pushing another smile to your lips, you wave him off, “Yeah- yeah, I’m fine, dude. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” his blue gaze hardens, almost scrutinizingly, as if he could see straight through your words. Which, in all honesty, isn’t that hard to do when it comes to you. You’re more surprised to see that he’s choosing to linger on the topic.

Sighing, you already want to end the conversation before it goes any further, “Look, I just had a bad day, alright? Happens to people all the time - and you’ve got more important stuff to do than waste your time worrying about some stupid fucking human.”

Optimus stiffens, and you immediately regret opening your mouth at all. You go to apologize, but the cybertronian interrupts.

“(Y/N), your welfare is just as important to us. If I have made it seem otherwise-“

“No, you haven’t, that’s not- that’s not what I meant.” Guilt worms its way into your chest. “You’ve treated me fine and whatever, I’m just- not used to it, I guess? I don’t fuckin’ know-“ Now your voice is beginning to strain, and you duck your head to avoid Optimus’ piercing gaze - almost as if it would tear you in two you should you so much as glance at him. You hear him ex-vent, and the sound of metal clunking against the floor greets your ears, growing louder until you can safely assume that he’s standing close. Still you refuse to meet his gaze, muscles tense within your now hunched form. All the stress packed into your tiny, miserable body is evident.

“…Sorry.” You mumble.

“There is nothing you need to apologize for.” He speaks softly, the seemingly constant hum within it allowing your body to lose some of its tension.

“But there is.” You counter, dejected gaze finally meeting his face, “I always end up ruining shit for other people because I can’t just keep my damn mouth shut – I always waste people’s time.”

Silence engulfs the hangar. He places an open servo next to you. Hesitantly you climb into it, and the prime lifts you to his shoulder as he stands. You stumble onto it, having to grip the metal collar so you didn’t slip off as the metal giant makes his way out of the building. Warm desert air hits your face as the two of you step out.

cba to finish this properly but heres what happens

Just sits outside with you and neither of you say anything

Eventually he speaks up and hes like “I value you no matter what you think of yourself. I am here for you, and you could never waste my time.” Something along those lines, yk

You start crying a little bit but he doesn’t mind whatsoever, knows you’ve probably been bottling your shit up for a while and needed this

After a while (like ‘a couple hours’ while) he asks if you’re ready to go back inside

“Yeah, I think so.” You still feel like shit but he at least helped you open up about it

Before you both head back in though you tell him to wait and you’re kinda just like. “Uh, thanks… I really needed that.”

“Any time.” With a little soft smile that only Optimus can give and you almost start crying again then and there because wow you’ve experienced this a lot less than you should

#oops #sorry if this was too personal #i tried to leave it as open as possible #also this is supposed to be set in bayverse but?? it makes zero sense #transformers #transformers bayverse #transformers x reader #transformers optimus #optimus prime x reader #transformers optimus x reader #transformers x reader comfort

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 3 years

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I know you're probably not in a writing mood and that's totally okay and I'm glad your sisters okay but I do have a vent ask kinda. I was just wonder about an s/o that has problems with their mom? They don't necessarily fight but the mom makes choices that hurt s/o and makes them feel like mom doesn't love them, even if they moved away. I was wondering how the turtles or splinter would help s/o cope? Just any if them doesn't matter, it's just hard rn

Hi there! Thanks for being glad my sister is ok, I am too. If you don't mind I'll stick to Splinter for this one because I think rat dad would give some good advice. And I'm so sorry you're going through a hard time right now, please be kind to yourself and maybe talk this through with someone <3

Also a disclaimer, I know nothing about your relationship with your mum so this is in no way me telling what to do or giving advice of my own. This is simply how I see a conversation going down in my head and what I think Splinter would say to someone. Please do whatever you think is right and don not listen to me: an internet stranger.

How Splinter would help you cope with your bad relationship with your mum

it's been a hard fucking day

you can't really explain why though, but there's a heaviness to your bones and it feels like the world's weight is crashing down on you

you get to the lair and slump down onto the sofa

kinda hoping it will swallow you whole, that would be easier than dragging your body to bed and waking up tomorrow to do all of this again

little did you know, since hearing your melancholic sigh as you got in the door, Splinter has been watching you

he can see how tired of everything you are and decides to step in

"Y/n, would you care to follow me to my room for some tea?"

it's never really a question with him so you huff as you get up and follow him to his quarters

there you sit down and out of a beautiful little ceramic tea pot he pours you both a cup of tea- peppermint. "so you can sleep better" he tells you

he meets your gaze but you look away, having those eyes stare straight into your soul would just be too much right now

so instead he talks

"tell me what's been going on. I'm worried about you"

you don't answer at first but then think better of it. this has been on your mind for a while and perhaps letting it out would help

"it's my mum. she's- well she's difficult."

he doesn't reply but motions with his hand for you to continue

"she's my mum so I know she cares about me but I don't think she even fucking likes me if I'm honest. We don't even really argue, it's like she doesn't care enough to waste her breath. Sometimes I wish she would just scream at me, anything to show she has some fucking emotions. She decided I shouldn't come home for Christmas this year and it didn't even seem to upset her that she'd done that. How are you supposed to reach someone who doesn't even acknowledge you're there? How are you supposed to talk to someone that apathetic about your existence?"

Splinter nods his head a little and takes a moment to think

then he takes your hand in his

"Have you not considered that it is in fact your mother's loss rather than yours that this is happening? That if she is as apathetic as you say, she is losing out on you rather than the other way around. y/n, you are a talented, intelligent, funny, caring, loving, expressive, wonderful human being and it has been a pleasure to know and be around you. You have done great things and will continue to do great things. Why seek the approval of someone who can never comprehend how special you are? Why go out of your way for a relationship that only you put effort into? Maybe you should consider cutting off the hand to save the arm. You do not need her, you have us, you have your friends- although I do understand that what I've suggested is easier said than done. Consider that maybe she is the one who is not worth it rather than you. Distance yourself from her, if she seeks you out, that's progress, if she doesn't then you've cut your losses. Just know that even without her, you will always be loved and cherished by those around you."

you think about it for a few minutes, really let his words sink in

"She's my mum. I just wish she were different Besides, it's not like I can just cut her out"

"Why not? Blood is simply that: blood. Tell her what you need, actually voice what needs to change and let her make the decision for you. If she changes, good, if not...You have your answer. I truly hope all goes well for you, you deserve nothing but the best and I'm sorry this has been weighing so heavily on you"

you sit for about half an hour more, just chatting about your life and what you want from it

he believes in you so much, wants nothing but great things for you

it's enough to bring a tear to your eye how proud he is of you.

You decide to take his advice, voice your needs and if she doesn't change then to distance yourself from her.

he wishes you the best of luck and gives you the warmest of hugs before you leave

"One last thing before you go, y/n. Always remember that you deserve better and never settle for less"

you nod in response, truly grateful for the time he has given you

it felt cathartic to get all of that out, to really have someone listen and not tell you that you're just being a bad kid- who understands that you're trying your best.

#rat dad #splinter #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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intomymindspace · 4 years

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Video Games ✰ Tendou Satori

Video Games covered by The Young Professionals

tendou satori x gn reader

Through the Summer and the Fall // Haikyuu!! Songfic Series

a/n: hi everyone, I'm sorry for a posting a week late! I’ve been really unmotivated as of late for personal stuff but also because I'm lowkey still a little bummed that my Bokuto fic (definitely totally am not plugging it rn - totally do not click the link, ahaha 🥺) didn’t do as well as I hoped it would. But no matter! Here is the Tendou insert, as promised! It’s not the best, and I definitely have a bit of writers block and am behind schedule. I wish I could write his character and for him better considering how much I love him. Next will up be flattykawa 😌 and I will be posting it hopefully soon to help make up for last week’s missed post. I've also changed up this blog and have given it hopefully a better look - there is a new theme on desktop!

Warnings: part 3 spoilers for jojo’s bizarre adventure that include character death, my bb tori being insecure about him and his body but I love him and his flat a$$ so much, and as always, we clown on flattykawa in this household but all in good favor

It was a rainy day, and Tendou was quiet and content as he sat on your bed, reading the new Weekly Shonen Jump magazine that he had just been mailed. He had let Ushijima read it earlier - but as always, he only read the advertisements. You sat beside him on the floor, his long legs dangled off the edge of your bed, his foot brushing your arm every now and then. You were playing the new otome game you had bought a week ago on your console. On days like this, the two of you often fell into comfortable silences when hanging out with each other - and today was no different. There was nothing to do other than school work and go to practice - but even then, it wasn’t necessary for the third years to attend anymore. Not since they lost in the finals against Karasuno.

He was pulled away from the panel he was reading when he heard you gasp - his crimson eyes flitting to your monitor to see what had happened.

“What happened?” You turned around to look up at him, an excited look on your face.

“Murasame Jinnosuke confessed his love for me! I didn’t expect it to happen so fast into the game.” He looked back at the screen to see a handsome samurai on your screen. Snickering, Tendou ruffled your hair.

“Good job, now just see if you can get a real guy to confess his undying love for you.” Squinting at him, you slapped his leg playfully.

“You’re supposed to be nice to me, Tori-kun.”

“When am I not?”

Ever since you had taken the place of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball club manager two years ago as a first year, you quickly bonded with the strange amalgamation of players. It had been a running gag between the third year players to find out what type of guys you liked. You could always be found on your phone during breaks playing otome games - and that was the beginning of the years of playful torment from your fellow classmates.

It wasn’t that you weren’t attractive or that you didn’t gain attention - every Valentines Day you always received several confessions and chocolates, but you always rejected them as kindly as possible. For someone who played as many otome games as you did, they were surprised to say the least when you had always declined the advances of many classmates, saying that they just weren’t your type with a kind smile on your face.

It was Tendou’s turn to squint as he turned his attention back to your screen as you continued to play through the game. He scoffed at some of the things the fictional samurai said to you - what was so special about him anyways?

This is my idea of fun

Playing video games

Tendou shut his manga volume, and he noticed your curious eyes looking at the cover. Smirking playfully at you, he poked your forehead.

“Suddenly interested in pirates?” You sat back, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe. Who’s the character on the front?” He stared down at the covered, humming.

“Shanks. Say, I never thought you were one to go for a tough-looking guy.” He held a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Ha! Sure. Keep thinking that, Tendou.” He feigned a gasp.

“You used my last name too? With no honorific? No nickname? The rudeness! I’m so hurt!” You couldn’t help but egg your friend along.

“Hmm, maybe I should start watching One Piece if he’s in it…” But before Tendou could clap back, Yamagata slid into the seat next to you, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Ah, so that’s your type, huh? Tough-looking guys with scars?” You rolled your eyes at the libero. “I’m pretty tough too, aren’t I?”

“As if.” But it didn’t stop them from the teasing.

So what if you maybe did prefer more muscular guys? Tendou didn’t understand why the thought hurt his feelings so much. He may not have the bulging muscles, but he was just as strong. He sighed to himself, watching you from across the table as you shoved Yamagata playfully. Why would you want to like someone like himself anyways?

It's you, it's you, it's all for you

Everything I do

Tendou entered your dorm room unannounced as he always did - but this time he was surprised to see you in tears as you huddled in your blanket, staring at the tv. The first thing you usually did was banter with him about his bad habit of not knocking, but all he could do is stand shocked in your doorway.

Instantly, his gleeful eyes turned blood red. Shutting your door behind him, he quickly made his way over to you, his eyebrows furrowed, a scowl on his lips.

“Who do I have to beat up?” A million thoughts were running through his head - were you made fun of? Did someone reject you? Did you receive a bad score on an exam? He wrapped his arms around you the second your tear-filled eyes looked up at him.

“Who did it? Who hurt your feelings?” His genuine care and questions only made you cry harder into his chest.

“Dio.” You said, but it was too muffled for him to hear. Pulling back, he gave you a quizzical look. You pointed at the scene that was unfolding on your tv.

“Dio killed Kakyoin.” Tendou immediately smacked a hand to his face. His eyes flickered to the screen to see a tall, muscular character slumped against a water tower, a hole in his torso with text on the screen saying “Kakyoin Noriaki has died.” He couldn't help but laugh.

“You want me to beat up the mighty and powerful vampire lord and stand user, Dio Brando? For killing the guy who licks cherries weird?”

Slapping his arm, you pouted at him through your ugly tears. “Don’t make fun of me! I really liked him.” Tendou kept on snickering as he rubbed your back.

“I know, I’m sorry. But it’s just too funny to just not tease you.”

As ridiculous as it sounded, Tendou wondered if you would ever cry for him the way you cried for Kakyoin. He smiled to himself as he stared down at your face that was still buried in his chest - he hoped you wouldn’t notice how fast his heart was beating at the notion of you coming to him for comfort.

Maybe your type was animated men.

I tell you all the time

Heaven is a place on earth with you

Tendou put his jump comic down and just watched your gameplay - he was too distracted by his thoughts of you to focus on the new chapter of My Hero Academia.

He couldn’t help but pine over you. You had been so open and kind to him from the first time you met him - he remembered that day with ease. You had looked so confident walking into the volleyball gym, introducing yourself to the players as their new manager.

He was genuinely surprised that you weren’t turned away by his quirks - and he was thankful that above all, you treated him just like you treated everyone else.

It seemed so easy for you to become friends with the other first years at the time. You found commonalities with each of them, and you even managed to break Ushijima out of his shell by the time you all first went to nationals. Tendou remembered the hours upon hours that the two of you spent together - whether it was hanging out in the dorm watching animes, giving him tips and encouragement on the court during timeouts, or quality conversations on long bus rides to and from games. If you had never joined as manager, Tendou would’ve never guessed that the two of you would become as close friends as you were now. And he had always been a good guesser.

As he stared at you, controller in your hand, he remembered why he realized he liked you so much - it wasn’t because you shared a strong love for manga and anime. Okay, well, maybe it was, but it wasn’t the commonality. It was because you understood and even empathized with escaping through these fictional stories.

He knew what it was like to want to escape - to want to find paradise away from everyday life. On the court, Tendou could sneak into the small slice of heaven that he visited when he played volleyball. Off the court, he wanted nothing more than to have you safe in his arms as the two of you escaped into the world of whatever show you had chosen to binge that day.

To him, you were just as heavenly as the defeated looks on his opponents’ faces that he craved to see - maybe even more.

Tell me all the things you want to do

I heard that you like the bad girls, honey, is that true?

You squealed excitedly as you waved the game in front of Semi’s face after practice had ended.

“Semi-semi! Look what just came in the mail!” He pushed your hand out of his face, scoffing.

“I can’t see it if you’re rubbing in my face like that, idiot.” The setter had a smile on his face nonetheless, making you laugh as he took a look at the game. His eyes widened.

“No way, Castlevania Judgement?!?!” You nodded proudly, smiling at Tendou and Ushijima as they walked over to see what the commotion was about. The middle blocker gawked at the game you held in your hands - the third years had been talking about the release of it for at least a few months now.

“You jealous? If you want, we can play after dinner.” Semi quickly nodded, and you looked at Tendou and Ushijima for their answers.

“What, when have I ever said no to wanting to play video games with you?” To his reply, the captain simply nodded.

“Thank you for your invite. I am happy to attend as well.”

Tendou and Ushijima sat on the edge of your bed as you and Semi sat in front of your tv, switching the controller after every chapter of the game. Ushijima had no interest in actually playing the game - and Tendou knew he would get a chance to play with you later. Semi was more excited for the game than he was anyways.

You couldn’t contain your excitement as you gushed over one of the main characters, Simon Belmont. From the looks of it, he was a powerful fighter - and Tendou sighed once again - he was super muscular and tough-looking too. You were too invested in the gameplay with Semi, that you weren’t paying attention to the conversation Tendou sparked with Ushijima.

“I don’t get what’s so special about him anyways.” The redhead had a pout on his face, his arms crossed. Ushijima was very aware of the middle blocker’s crush on you - his friend often coming to the captain for his advice. While Ushijima had almost no experience and knowledge at all in terms of dating, he was always observant of the people around him, and was very blunt.

“Tendou-kun, if you like them so much, it would just be better to ask. It is pointless to be jealous over every fictional character they like.” He couldn’t help but gawk at the monotonous tone and the serious look on his captain’s face.

“I’ll raise you a better one. It’s pointless to ask because their standards seem to be so high anyways.” Ushijima couldn’t help but stare at his friend.

“And why should that stop you? They’re not real.” Tendou sighed, exacerbated.

“I get it, I get it! I know they’re not just going to pop out from the screen or anything.”

“But?”

“But that doesn’t mean those aren’t their same standards to people they prefer in real life,” Tendou admitted, and Ushijima knew he hit the reason why. Tendou may be tall, but he was lean and lanky. The muscle he had was nowhere near that of any of the fictional guys you crushed on. What could you possibly want from someone way weaker - someone like him?

“They are not the type of person to go completely for the way someone’s body appears. If that were the case, they should’ve confessed their attraction to either myself or Yamagata by now, based on your logic. Besides, they told me they liked you.” Tendou couldn't help but roll his eyes, placing a hand over his heart.

“Wakatoshi-kun, you wound me. Of course they like me - they wouldn’t be my friend if they didn’t. Couldn't you at least sugar coat your advice sometimes?”

It's better than I ever even knew

They say that the world was built for two

Before the prefectural qualifiers in the fall, Shiratorizawa managed to snag a practice match with none other than Aoba Johsai. While there was clear tension throughout the entire time, the teams kept interactions outside the court lines as light-hearted as possible. Seijoh managed to snag victory during the first match, but Shiratorizawa hit back just as hard, winning the second match.

The boys were currently loading their bags into the bus as you supervised them, reminding them to triple check that they had everything. You were almost caught by surprise when a volleyball rolled towards you, hitting the back of your foot gently.

“Sumimasen.” You heard from several meters behind you, making you turn around. It was the Great King himself, Oikawa Tooru, that was slowly jogging towards you - it almost seemed like he was doing it in slow motion. Your fellow teammates heard the setter, their eyes sneakily following him as he got closer to you. They couldn't help but snicker at their so-called sworn enemy - it was obvious by the way that his aura sparkled around him and the smoulder on his face that he had rolled the ball your way to get your attention.

“I’m so sorry, could you get that for me?” You nodded, a polite smile on your face. The great Oikawa was definitely handsome, to say the least - and Tendou couldn't help the childish frown that filled his features. As you picked up the ball and handed it back to the setter, he flashed you a heart-stopping, pearly white smile.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the ball from you, brushing your fingers in the process. “You are the manager for Shiratorizawa, right? I didn’t catch your name earlier.” Oikawa ran a hand through his silky hair as you gave him your name.

“Wow,” he flashed you another smile, “such a beautiful name for someone just as gorgeous.” Semi couldn’t help but let a snort out at Oikawa’s compliment.

“Thank you.” You took the complement in stride, deciding it would be nice to say something back. “You played great today, Oikawa-san.” He laughed jovially.

“Thank you, you’re very kind. And cute. Would you be interested in catching boba with me sometime? I know a cute place that has good milk tea and milk bread.” Tendou rolled his eyes at Oikawa’s words. It probably was his plan all along - to try to bewitch the manager of Shiratorizawa. When Tendou saw a smile grow on your face, he couldn’t help but feel defeated. Were you actually going to say yes to him?

“I’m very flattered Oikawa-san. But I’m sorry, I must decline your offer.” Oikawa’s eyes widened in surprise. The Great King? Being rejected? “You’re not really my type.” You turned around, making your way onto the bus, leaving Oikawa with his jaw on the ground, the ace on Seijoh’s team as well as your teammates laughing their asses off at the scene that had just unfolded in front of their very eyes.

“That’s what you get, Crappykawa! You should’ve gone to Shiratorizawa!”

“Iwa-chan, that's not funny! I feel like my heart has been broken into thousands of pieces!”

“Well, if they’re gonna hit it, they better hit it til it breaks!”

“Pfft, I’m actually not surprised they didn’t say yes to him.” Semi commented, placing his duffle bag into the storage compartment. Tendou’s head quirked at the statement.

“Why’s that?” Reon asked, storing his things as well, making Semi and Yamagata snicker.

“Did you see how flat his ass was? I’m 100% sure their type is thicker guys. Like their ace, or something.” The three of them burst into laughter, Tendou only slightly laughing along as well. Ushijima only grunted in disagreement as he shut the compartment’s door.

“I believe their type is actually redheads.” All of the third years looked at their captain with wide eyes and dead silence - before laughing even harder. Semi slapped Ushijima’s bicep lightly, bending over. Tendou’s eyes widened - Ushijima was not the type to joke around, right?

“I didn’t think you actually knew how to crack jokes, Ushijima-kun!” The olive-haired man only looked down at his fellow third years in confusion.

“I am not joking. I simply just decided to ask them earlier, and I am only relaying the answer they gave me.” They couldn’t help but bend over, Yamagata even wiping tears from all the laughing.

“Stop! Your bluntness is only making it worse!” By the way the rest of his teammates reacted, Tendou believed Ushijima really must have been joking - in his own way. He had just picked a hair color different from Oikawa’s, right?

“Good one, Wakatoshi-kun.” Tendou let out a chuckle, giving his friend a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Only worth living if somebody is loving you

And baby, now you do

Tendou’s eyes widened as he relieved all the memories. Was Ushijima actually serious? He had never asked his friend about it - but perhaps it was because he was too scared to actually know the truth. Quickly, Tendou pulled out his phone and googled each of the characters - Shanks, Kakyoin, and Simon. The samurai was still on your screen, and he flipped through the tabs on his internet browser, trying to find the similarities.

Obviously, they were all built rather strong - but Tendou couldn’t get what Ushijima said out of his head. They were all redheads, after all. Why hadn’t he noticed this before? He looked back at you, your attention still on the otome game. Should he ask you? Would it be weird? Tendou thought about texting Ushijima, but he quickly decided not to. He already knew what his friend would say. Right after he called your name gently, you set down the controller and turned to look up at him.

“What’s up, Tori-kun?” He had never felt this nervous before - it wasn’t even like he was going to confess to you or anything either.

“Uh - what’s your type? Like, in guys? I promise I won’t tease you this time, I just want to know.” Surprisingly, you smirked at him. What were you thinking?

“You gonna brag to Eita and Yato that you finally found out after all these years?” The apparent blush on Tendou’s cheeks only spread further.

“What? No, I wouldn’t do that… Unless I had to,” he said, trying his best to come off as his usual teasing self. This only made you snicker at him.

“I’m surprised you guys haven’t beat it out of Toshi-kun yet. I already told him a few months ago.” Tendou’s eyes widened at what you said.

“Huh?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah.” He couldn’t believe how casual you were about it. You were always so hellbent on keeping it from them - but perhaps it was because they made such a big deal out of it in the first place. Tendou didn’t exactly know how to respond to you - he was still trying to process the realization. So he had guessed wrong this whole time?

After sitting in silence for a couple of seconds, you gave him a playful smile. “Redheads,” you said, turning around and picking up your controller. Ushijima’s words echoed with yours in his brain.

Besides, they told me they liked you. Tendou let out a choked noise.

“I’ve made a mistake!”

You burst out laughing at Tendou’s exclamation. Setting your controller down once more, you stood up and turned, leaning your elbows against your bed. “You guys really are that oblivious, huh? Even Toshi-kun saw that I liked you. He went so far as to ask me about it too.” You propped up your head with your hand, staring at him. Getting past his initial shock, Tendou settled back down.

“How shallow of you,” he teased, leaning his head closer to yours. “I can’t believe the only reason why you like me is because my hair is red, yanno?” In return, you inched your face up closer to his as if you were challenging him.

“I know,” you said smugly, your eyes flickering down to his lips, “I’m such an awful friend. I’ll only break your heart once I replace you with another redhead.” He smirked as he noticed where your eyes had glanced. Tendou may have been oblivious, but he wasn’t called the Guess Monster for nothing.

“I’m guessing that you want to kiss me right now, hmm?” He asked quietly, dangerously moving closer to you - your faces now only mere inches apart. A blush crept onto both of your cheeks. You answered back, your voice nearly a whisper.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, Guess Monster?”

Immediately, Tendou closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips were warm and soft, making him wish he had at least put on chapstick earlier. His heart was beating so hard inside of his chest that he was afraid you’d hear it, but you said nothing as the two of you pulled away. Saying nothing, he only smiled as he traced his fingers up your neck, cupping your jaw. Pulling you into a deeper kiss, he sighed contentedly as he felt your hands trail up his torso.

Kissing you felt like paradise.

As always, thank you so much for reading!! please like, reblog, and follow 🥺

~ Crystal

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The following day, Tendou met you at your door to walk with you to lunch. With your hand in his, the two of you took your sweet time making your way to the cafeteria to meet up with the other third years. Today, Coach Washijo had asked for them to play a practice match against the Miyagi first years he was holding a training camp for. You decided to tag along since you had nothing planned to do for the weekend.

As you talked about a weird dream you had, Tendou couldn’t help but gaze adoringly at you - he couldn’t believe that you liked him, or that you were actually dating him now even if it had only been about twelve hours. The two of you waited in the lunch line, his chin resting on top of your head as he held both of your hands from behind you - it felt so natural to touch you. He could tell that people were staring - but none of it mattered when all he needed was the sound of your excited voice and the blatant look of love in your eyes.

Stepping away from your back slightly, he moved forward to gently place a kiss on your cheek - and that's when he heard the yells. The both of you turned to find your fellow third and second years staring at the two of you with wide eyes and mouths catching flies. Goshiki accompanied the team as well, his face beat red. Ushijima was behind the flustered first year, a rare half-smile on his face.

“Afternoon guys!” You had said it so casually as you leaned back into Tendou’s arms, allowing him to place a cheeky kiss on your temple - making Semi gag and Yamagata nearly tear up.

“I did tell you all that they preferred redheads.”

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wreckofawriter · 4 years

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Drunken Kisses

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Alochal use, swears like twice

Request: @justsomeficsyo hey my love, I hope you're doing well with lockdown! Could I request number 46 with Draco? If not use it for any other character (if you're sick of writing for him), I always love ur writing! ❤️❤️

46- you’re drunk at this festival and dancing on the table and when you eventually fell i caught you

A/n: not gonna cap, kinda feel like this is shit but oh well. Idek what to say, I'm pretty sure I'm in a slump rn, my last two fics have been actual garbage. I hope you guys like it better than I do.

The quidditch world cup was something you had been wanting to go to for ages. You went to one when you were fourteen but it didn’t end well and since then all you had been wanting to do was go to one where you wouldn’t be almost burnt alive. You loved the sport, you played it for your own school and made a decent beater, since you graduated and stopped playing your thirst for the game grew. You finally decided after your second year of college you would go. You rounded up a bunch of your friends and apparated to the stadium. It had been built the year before, brand new everything, you were thrilled.

You and your friends all have the same intention when going to the game and that was to watch quidditch and get completely smashed. You were going into your third year of college the next year which meant you would have to buckle down and work so this was about it for the year. You were dressed in red and black clothes that showed too much, one of your favorite teams, the Buglrians was back in the cup thanks to their far too attractive seeker; Viktor Krum. You and four others piled into your tent where Gabby and Annabeth had already started drinking. You laughed at them claiming you weren’t going to start till five and they booed mixing up a margarita with too much vodka.

By the time the match started, you were two drinks in and Gabby was nearly blackout drunk. Annabeth had already passed out. You tried to wake her up before sighing and tucking the covers up to her chin. You made your way through the crowds of people, you and the three girls you were with all should have been wearing more than you were but none of you gave areally cared. Alex had the word ‘Krum’ painted across her stomach and you and Ruby both had black and red handprints covering your legs and arms. You were all covered in glitter and glow sticks which were enchanted to circle around your frame.

Some Holyhead Harpie fans booed as you walked past and you flipped them off while Gabby shouted, “You’re just mad you're gonna lose!”

You got to the stands pushing your way through a few people and climbing way too many stairs until you were in the center of the piled seats, You stood at the railing as Alex passed you a beer. You made small talk until the announcer came on introducing the teams. You all screamed like crazy when the Bulgarians flew into the field, Krum did a handstand on his broom whipping past and Ruby mumbled, “God he’s hot” Next to you.

The game was amazing. You were getting progressively louder as it went on. 40 points Harpy’s, 20 Bulgaria, then 60 Harpy’s, 70 Bulgaria. Until finally, as the game progressed Krum came dive-bombing out of the sky streaking after a flash of gold. He caught it moments before pulling upwards holding it in his fist. You were elated.

The four of you headed back towards your tent, Gabby was giggling about something you couldn’t make sense of as when suddenly a guy around your age popped out of his tent holding a pack of beers.

“Blaise?” Ruby asked in disbelief. The name rung a distant bell.

He turned towards you, “Holy shit Ruby?”

She laughed walking over to him, you followed a bit confused, your mind hazy with alcohol.

They talked for a second before she turned to introduce you. You smiled and shook his hand and suddenly it struck you, “Oh! You’re the guy she had a major crush on in high school.”

Your eyes widened as you slapped your hand over your mouth Alex burst out laughing.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

The man brushed it off with a wave of his hand, “You guys should head over with me, a bunch of us have a bonfire going and I think someone brought a keg.”

“Then why are you carrying a six-pack of beer?” Alex asked.

“Because their stuff probably tastes like shit.” He shrugged, “Are you guys coming?”

Ruby glanced back at you and you shrugged, “Why not?”

You followed Blaise about a quarter-mile from your tent to where a massive fire was raging. There must have been thirty college kids in the area, filling picnic tables and dancing on the grass. Someone had brought two kegs actually and it was apparent that a good chunk of them were hammered. It was dead silent until you stepped into a small glowing ring and suddenly the music was so loud you had to shout to hear anything.

The smell of burning wood, weed, and beer was thick as yelling and laughter could be heard above the pop song which blared overhead. You laughed turning to see that Alex was already making her way towards one of the kegs. You followed her getting booed by a group of people sitting at a picnic table who were adorned in green and yellow.

“You’re the ones who lost!” Alex shouted from over your shoulder handing you a blue cup. Blaise was right, the beer tasted like shit.

Draco watched as Blaise returned with four girls in tow. He sighed, rolling his eyes, not at all surprised by the new additions. All four were in black and red and were smiling widely. He snickered watching as one stumbled over nothing before finding her way to a picnic table. When his eyes landed on you they widened, your hair was messy and swiped back from your face, your cheeks flushed the shorts you were wearing left little to the imagination and the t-shirt was hugging your curves. You were stunning. His mouth went dry as his gaze followed you toward a keg, you laughed as one of your friends said something he couldn’t make out. Your smile was mesmerizing.

Draco was broken from his trance when Blaise coupled with one of the girls from before sat in front of him blocking his view.

“Draco, you remember Ruby right?” he spoke gesturing towards the girl.

“Totally.” He lied, “Good to see you.” he craned his neck to the side attempting to catch a glimpse of you again.

Blaise raised an eyebrow, “Watcha looking for?” he asked, turning around too.

“Nothing.” Draco shrugged, finding you sitting on the grass with the girl from before.

“See a hot girl?” Ruby joked, smirking following his gaze, “That’s y/n by the way.”

Draco felt his cheeks go hot, “I’m sorry who’s y/n?”

“Who do you think?” She laughed, “The one you’re staring at, I’m not blind.”

“Which one is y/n again?” Blaise questioned, “Redhead or y/h/c?”

“Y/h/c.” Ruby responded, “She’s single you know.” she wiggled her eyebrows, “Very single.”

“Well, that’s convenient.” Baise mussed, “So is Draco”

He rolled his eyes at their smirks and took a beer from the pack his friend had brought. His eyes wandered back to you as Ruby and Blaise’s conversation left without him. You were laying on your back now laughing hysterically as your friend tried to drink lying down, spilling beer down her front. You lifted out your wand to clean it before leaning over and whispering something into her ear. You waved it twice at the fire and suddenly it flickered deep black and red flames.

“Bulgaria!” You and your friend shouted as Ruby turned around laughing. A few words from Harpy fans had the fire turned back to its original color.

“Y/n! Alex!” Ruby called beckoning you towards them with a hand.

You stumbled to your feet, white tennis shoes smudged with grass, “What’s up?” You giggled walking around the table and seating yourself next to Draco, Alex slumped on your other side.

“Not much we were-” She was cut off when the song suddenly changed.

You squealed, leaping to your feet and hitting your bare knees on the hardwood, you didn’t seem to notice. You snatched Alex’s hand dragging her to her feet as well. You blurted out lyrics off-key as you climbed onto the table, glow sticks hovering around you as you swayed your hips to the music. You twirled on the tips of your shoes bringing your beer to your lips as a microphone

Cheers and whistles from nearby people only encouraged you as you continued to drunkenly dance on the table “My loneliness is killing me, I must confess I still believe.” You drew out each word. Feet tapping along with the beat as Alex jumps up with you grabbing your hands. You sang together as Ruby howled with laughter beneath you.

Your feet caught suddenly and you tumbled backward with scream you knocked directly into Draco’s’s chest knocking him from his seat and onto the grass with a thump. Draco groaned, opening his eyes and feeling his cheeks flush. You were laying on top of him, your hands holding you up as your face hovered just over his.

Your eyes were wide as you traced the man’s features. His shimmering blond hair, deep red cheeks, sharp jawline, and icy blue eyes. Your heart sped in your chest as your gaze flicked down to his pink lips which were parted slightly.

“You’re so pretty.” You mumbled and Draco felt his breath leave his lungs.

“I should be saying that to you.” He countered shakily.

You giggled, staring for a moment too long, “I should probably stand up.”

He nodded slowly, “Yeah.”

You got to your feet, Draco doing the same, both of you were bright red as you turned back to the group, Blaise winked at him and he rolled his eyes.

The conversation continued and you slowly began to inch towards Draco craving his warmth, he smelt of expensive college and mint, it was intoxicating. The blonde almost jumped when he felt you lean onto him, your hand resting on his thigh. You laid your head onto his shoulder and Draco found himself resisting the urge to lean back into you.

As the party began to dwindle Ruby decided that you should probably head back to your tent when Alex passed out on the table.

“Where’s Gabby?” She asked glancing around to see her sitting with a group of girls you didn’t recognize. You pouted as she attempted to haul you to your feet.

“Y/n, we have to go.” She mumbled as you clung to Draco’s arm. He looked stunned.

“No!” You whined, “I don’t want to go!”

“God, you’re like a toddler when your drunk.” She huffed pinching the bridge of her nose.

Finally, you got to your feet, stumbling and falling almost immediately. Draco stood to help you when he offered you a hand you took it but when he pulled you toward him you used that momentum to smash yourself onto his lips.

You stood on your toes ramming your tongue into his mouth your eyes closed as you pulled him towards you. Draco kissed you back for just a second before pushing you away.

Ruby stared at the scene her jaw dropped.

“Why’d you pull away?” You pouted up at him, your hands fiddling with his shirt.

“Because you are crazy drunk.” He responded hardly able to make out the sentence.

“Fine. I'll kiss you when I’m not drunk.” You declared turning to Ruby, “Do you have a pen?”

She shook her head.

You groaned snatching your wand from your pocket and shouting, “Accio pen!” about a dozen rushed at you. You snatched one turning to Draco and grabbing his hand, pulling up his shirt. You began to write on his forearm, the cap of the pen lodged between your lips.

You pulled away, your phone number scrawled onto his skin, “You better call me.” You mumbled turning on your heels to follow your friends.

Ruby snorted “You are going to regret so much of what just happened tomorrow morning.”

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goldentsum · 4 years

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━ socs and greasers

CHARACTERS: kuroo tetsurou and oikawa tooru

GENRE: fluff, a little angst

AUTHOR’S NOTE: oikawa’s a bit longer! i got too excited while writing this cus i rewatched ‘the outsiders’ soooo yeah,, here~

━ kuroo ♡

a gREASER WITHOUT A DOUBT! CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM WITH SLEEK HAIR AND SPORTING LEATHER OR DENIM AND THAT COCKY SMIRK ON HIS FACE---

ahem i mean yeah kuroo tetsurou is most definitely a greaser

Kuroo always scares those socs half to death with his tall height and intimidating aura but tbh he’s a softie

Though he won’t lie that the leather and denim aesthetic was kinda his style and scaring socs was too amusing for him

He most def has a busted second-handed car that he bought with his own money cus his parents doesn’t give a shit to even give him money

He lives with himself now as he run away from the dysfunctional family he had because he’s gonna go crazy if he hears another full blown fight his parents always has

I headcanon his s/o to be a soc and his childhood friend along with kenma, whos a greaser omg

You’re the daughter of a huge businessman who always leaves you on your own most of the time

you became friends with kuroo and kenma when yall met in the vacant lot with the two sporting bruises which made your motherly instincts go haywire even at a young age

Before you and kuroo became a thing, he was just admiring you from a far cus you’re a soc and he’s a dirty greaser but you always remind him that you really don’t really care about that

though kuroo doesn’t really wanna mix you up with his problems,, afraid that someone might hurt you,, soft boy :((

You were just too good to him that it hurts... you always make sure he has enough food in his house, always patching him up after a brawl, always making sure he’s okay, and just always there for him...

with you being like that,, kuroo can’t help but fall...

After accepting the fact that you were no longer the sister he always thought he’d have and that he started to see you more as a woman,, he started being softer, noticing certain quirks and features he didn’t see before,, while being a bit awkward because he doesn’t know how to act really

Kenma always catch kuroo staring at you which he always call him out about

“you’re staring awfully obvious there”

“shut up, kenma... i wasn’t starin”

he totally was pft

And it might not look like it but kuroo is really good at school! he has the best grades in his class and he’s hella cocky about it, rubbing it on the poor socs’ faces in his class

He even tutors you cus you were flanking chem :DDD fUN

Kuroo loves spending time with you! even if it’s just some tutor session but it always ends up with you pouting because you can’t understand it and him getting a headache at the amount of times he repeated it already

One night, he was out riding in his car, pouty that he didn’t see you for about a week now

Then he saw you getting ganged up by 3 taller socs at the street and he was LIVID god help those socs

He just stopped his car and run up to them, punching them without any warning,,, His tall and muscular stature helping him,, he won at the end but they got a number on him ngl which you were angry about

“Why would you do something as stupid as this, Tetsu?!”

“It ain’t stupid, doll... just wanna make sure you’re alright”

“You’re so stupid.... but.. thank you, tetsu...”

god he loves the way you say his name like that

“Well, i can’t have my girl get disrespected by those shitty--”

“your girl?”

You were staring at Kuroo with a soft gleam inside your eyes

Kuroo just wanted the ground to swallow him up and die,, why the fuck did he just say that?!--

“That sounds nice... I like it...” You said after seeing kuroo’s internal monologue, giggling softly

Kuroo sighed in huge relief, cupping your cheek with his coarse hand that felt so familiar to you

Touching your forehead with his, “It’s official then. You’re my girl”

“Yeah... but first let’s clean up your beaten up face”

of course... it really won’t be you without you ruining the moment but kuroo won’t have it any other way

━ oikawa ♡

a SOC AND HE’S ONE OF THOSE ARROGANT LITTLE SHITS!

He is fILtHY RiCh! fILTHYYY!!

has a reputation about being a flirt with his pretty face

Oikawa: it’s just a struggle being this pretty~ aND I’M RICH TOO sigh

IWA IS SO DONE WITH HIM PLEASE HELP THIS BOI

A well known jock who gets all the girls with his charms and a flirty smile on his face

Oikawa knows how well he got people wrapped around his finger and he feeds off the power he has

Loves shopping and spending money on useless shit he won’t even use,, he’s unafraid to sPEND cus it’s not like it’ll dent his bank account

aND ALSO BECAUSE HE AIN’T WEARING THOSE UGLY KHAKIS! NO WAY IN HELL! he did once though and iwa, makki, and matsun made fun of him

NOW HOW YALL MET IS SO FUN

You’re a greaser, a terrifying one at that

Your group was in the movie drivethru with your busted cars and leather and denim clothes

aND Lo and behold he’s also there,, though he’s with a date and Iwa, Matsun, and Makki were tagging along

a brawl start up with your group and some socs AND OIKAWA HAS TO SEE THIS DRAMA

He wanted to look good to his date so he went and tried to be the “hero” and stop the brawl

You got irritated and punched him right on his nose surprising him and knocking him off his feet

IWA, MATSUN, AND MAKKI WERE LAUGHING THEIR ASSES CUS THAT WAS THE BEST THING THEY JUST SAW

Oikawa stared up at you, nose aching and bleeding, wide teary eyes from the pain

And you stared down at him, a deadly glare on your face as you tugged on your leather jacket, scoffing at the soc

Your group quickly left when someone called the cops,, yall ain’t going to prison now,, nope

Oikawa was left there, sitting on the dirty ground with his nose bleeding and welling up eyes,, It took Makki and Matsun to help him up with Iwa staring at him like, are you okay, dude tf?

“I think I’m in love”

Now that was not what they were expecting, they expected something extra but definitely not that kind of extra,,

His date got irritated at that and dumped her drink at his feet, stomping away but Oikawa barely flinch,, too occupied in his thoughts on who you were

He spend an entire week looking for you because he just can’t get you out of his mind,, you were the first girl to ever pull a stunt like that and it was amusing masochistic bastard

When he finally saw you, you were in a diner with your group and his heart got all fluttery and shit and he got scared because tHAT WAS UNUSUAL! WTF WAS THAT FLUTTERY FEELING?!

He mustered up all the courage he had and marched up to the table, looking straight at you,, barely looking at anyone else

You raised a brow at the familiar brunette but you couldn’t really place your finger on where you’ve seen him then it hit you,, yOU HIT HIM LAST WEEK,, STRAIGHT IN HIS NOSE and the redness on his nose was evidence enough

You started to speak cus what if this soc get you arrested like nope you ain’t having that,, “Look dude, I don’t want any trouble--”

“Go on a date with me”

Your whole table was laughing at you making you fluster up in embarrassment cus wtf is with this weird guy,, you punch him then a week later he shows up claiming he wants to go on a date with you???

oH this was pay back,, okay you got it

tHAT WAS YOU THOUGHT IT WAS BUT OIKAWA REALLY PERSISTENT,, ALWAYS APPEARING AND ASKING YOU ON A DATE,, REJECTION AFTER REJECTION the guy just won’t stop

Finally, you agreed! Oikawa can’t stop giggling on the way home and got already took out multiple outfits for your date

On the day of your date, he was immaculate with his outfit! He also fixed his already perfect hair and got to the place where you guys will meet up at half an hour early with a bouquet of flowers in hand,, he was that excited!

but 2 hours already passed and you were no where to be seen... D; did you just stood him up? aND WORSE OF ALL IT STARTED RAINING ruining his outfit and hair and making the flowers in his hand all soggy and gross

Oikawa slumped on the the fountain, sAD AS FUCK

while you were snickering in your car driving on the opposite side of town but then a punch of guilt made way to your gut...

what if he waited there?.... and its raining...

goddammit,, and like that your car turned around and drove to the park where you and oikawa planned to meet up.

You stopped the car in front of the fountain and your heart shattered when you saw the familiar sitting figure on the fountain in the pouring rain.

“fucking hell, this idiot”

You stomped your way to him, your leather jacket on your head trying to shield yourself in the harsh rain and stopped in front of the soc

“You’re late...” His croaky voice was really not helping your guilt,, fucking hell...

“tch... Let’s go idiot!” You pulled him up and dragged him in your car

There was tense air inside the car with you grumbling on your seat and Oikawa pouting sadly on his, slumping more

“Look... I’m sorry about this... I’m sure you’re a nice guy,, i think... L-Let’s start over, yeah?”

Oikawa perked up and looked at you at the corner of his eyes,, he hated the fact that he was happy rn... he was supposed to be mad at you,, he waited 3 hours for you and an hour in the rain, hoping you’ll come to him

“Fine... but you owe me one!”

“yeah yeah, idiot soc”

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raksh-writes · 3 years

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As much as it kills me, I might need to step away from writing fics and posting/updating. Maybe for a month, maybe a few until Im done with my uni/thesis, I don't know. It seems Im straining my wrists too much even when I try to be careful 😔

More on this below the cut, because I wont hide Im kinda in a very deep depressive slump rn and it's definitely gonna come through. So, keep your own mental health in mind and skip reading this post if it might end up upseting for you. Take care ❤

For those that want to know more, here goes:

My left wrist is still bothering me. The numb-staticy feeling has weakened a bit and its mostly just my thumb now, but my wrist feels very weak overall atm. And thats definitely not a good sign 😔 I dont think its the inflammation acting up again? Its only my left wrists, when the last few times it got both, and usually it manifested with my fingers hurting in a very particular way, but who knows ;/ Maybe its just strained a lot? Its prob from typing on my phone a lot too, because the staticy feeling seems concentrated around the thumb.

I dont have my usual meds at home now but I kinda dont want to take them when Im so unsure if its actually inflammation again, so for now Im using the anti-inflammatory ointment. I started yesterday and today its the slightest bit better, so maybe its working? I hope so, at least. I'm thinking of taking another week, maybe even two, completely off from writing or anything that can strain my wrists, so my left one can heal. And I'll see how it goes.

It'll make me extremely stressed about my thesis and whatnot, but I think I'll try to talk it out with my promotor, how to proceed now. He's a great guy, so I hope he'll be understanding and help me through this. I think I might ask what would happen in cae I wouldnt be able to finish this year - would I just repeat it or how it would go. I DO want to finish it now, have this three years count and even if I wouldnt go to get a degree in next few years, at least I would hogher education, y'know. That has to count for something...

So, taking all this in consideration, fics are unfortunately what falls down the list of priorities, as much as it breaks my heart ;_; If I want to focus on finishing this and my thesis and getting it all done while my wrists are so fragile, I need to cut on other straining things. I prob wont stop writing wholly, only because it would prob make me go insane, I need the comfort my fics give me, but it'll be far less and the updates or posting would happen rare ;_;

So the next LitA update will prob happen in a month, cause 20th of April is its posting anniversary and chap 25 is mostly post-ready too, but then I have no idea. Depends on everything mentioned above.

I might switch to more of hand writing in my notebooks, maybe start on my Beauty and the Beast AU this way since its comfort fic and Im not in rush with it in any way. Maybe I'll dictate some from time to time, if I have the mental strength and fortitude for it xd But my focus needs to go into my uni and all. After all, the sooner I have big progress with it or finish it, the sooner Im "free".

It might also turn out this is just my depressive slump talking and it'll turn out to not be so bad in some time xd Who knows, for now I wanted to give y'all a heads up.

Some of y'aal will prob move on, which I totally get, thats how fandom works and I've been there;p But I hope some of y'all will still get some joy out of my fics, whenever they might come in future.

Hope y'all are weel and healthy out there, all the love 💗

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storybookprincess · 3 years

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Fellow chronically ill and local "new chapter kudos -> <3" commenter here to say it's never dramatic or attention seeking to take care of your health! Your readers will be here whenever you post, but I hope your health gets out of this slump soon! Have some positive vibes -> <3 Also I wanted to ask: any advice for spending an excessive amount of time in an infusion center? I'm trying a new treatment this week that requires 10-15 hours of infusions over 5 days and I'm not looking forward to it.

omg another chronically ill pal hello!!!!!!! and it’s beloved ao3 user alexak omg!!!! thank you for your well wishes!!! i’m really going through it rn, but i know it won’t be this awful forever.

and yes i totally have advice about chilling in the infusion center for extended periods of time lol!!!!! i’ve never had to spend that much time in the infusion center all at once (and that lowkey sounds terrible i’m sorry), but i’ve been getting bi-weekly 2-3 hour infusions for nearly 6 years now so i have def spent a lot of time there!!!!

i’ll start with the relatively obvious stuff. first, def bring snacks & drinks. there are nearly alway snacks at the infusion center, but in my experience they’re not particularly filling or good for you, so bring something like a sandwich or bagel or whatnot to eat while you’re there. also dress comfortably & in clothes that are easy to go to the bathroom in. it’s hard enough trying to pee while hooked up to an iv pole--wearing a romper is only going to make that situation worse. do your best to hydrate prior to your appointment so that your veins are nice & juicy & easy to stick (unless you have a port or picc line ofc).

okay, onto the fun advice--stuff to do while you’re getting that sweet, sweet vein juice!! infusion centers nearly always have wifi, so in college & as a working adult, i mostly just work as i’m stuck there. i would get my infusions on saturday mornings in college & it was always awesome if i could knock out my homework for the day during my appointment & had the rest of the day to relax and have fun. now i’ll usually answer emails, work on presentations, update data, and do other work tasks while hooked up to my iv.

but honestly you can do pretty much anything while you wait--bring headphones & watch shows or movies, read fanfic, message with friends online, play video games, etc etc. pre-pandemic i got my infusions on the weekends & since i wasn’t a student anymore & didn’t have homework to worry about, i’d often write fic & answer comments during my appointment. just make sure your devices are charged and/or that you bring a charger.

i hope the infusions end up helping you feel a little better <3 <3 best of luck being stuck there this week!!!! i hope it ends up being an okay time & that you have fun distractions to enjoy!!!! xo

#asked and answered #sick and tired #whoareyouidonteven

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romanceismycallingcard · 4 years

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Protetive!Zon

So Tumblr definitely ate this fic. Lucky for me, I also had it in a Word doc. So I’m reposting it. I think this is first draft though, and I’m too lazy to fix it rn. So apologies! I know there’s some awkward wording.

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For @musicdramalove. We both decided we needed to write some Protective!Zon.

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and it’s my first time writing for Saizon. Let’s see how this goes XD

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One thing that Zon has always been aware of since the first time he met Saifah was how large he was. Saifah is a very tall man. Zon is about average; he’s never felt all that short before, but next to Saifah he feels like a small bean!

After getting to know Saifah, Zon soon found out just how gentle he was. Saifah is pretty quiet, very patient, and unbelievably gentle with him. Zon always feels safe with him. Sai is always there when he needs him.

It never really occurred to Zon that Saifah might need him, too.

Saifah had been acting a little off lately. He doesn’t smile the same. He’s just a little... strange. When Zon first noticed it, he quickly scanned his memory for anything he himself maybe did that upset Sai, but everything with them has been great lately! Sai even seems to be a little more like normal after Zon’s been able to spend some time with him. He can’t figure it out.

Now in the engineering canteen, Zon looks around to find Sai. He wants to buy him lunch and hopefully cheer him up a bit. Sai is already sitting at a table surrounded by Fighter and a couple other senior engineering guys sitting either on or at the table. Sai looks just a little uncomfortable. That spikes Zon’s interest.

Zon walks over to where Sai is sitting.

“Sawadee, Ai’Sai”

Everyone greets back and fills Zon in on what they’re talking about. Something about music genres.

Zon turns to Sai and bends down just a bit to speak a little nearer, a little more privately to him. “Are you okay?”

Sai turns and locks his eyes on Zon’s. He gently nods once and quirks an eyebrow. His eyes look just the smallest amount of stressed though, which is what makes Zon not feel totally crazy.

“Are you sure? Because you look stressed out.”

Siafah’s eyes widen infinitesimally, but Zon’s close enough to notice. And it’s enough for Zon to know he wants to talk to Sai alone.

“Ai’Sai, let’s leave; come on.” And without waiting for a response, he turns to the rest of the group. “Hey, guys, we’re going to head out. Ai’Sai said he’d help me with something. See you guys later.”

Some throw back farewells as Zon firmly grips Sai’s bicep and pulls him up and off the bench. He then pulls them outside the canteen and to a table off to the side; he throws his bag on the table and plops down on the bench next to where he’s pulled Saifah to sit.

“Ai’Sai, can you please tell me what’s going on with you? I know something is wrong, and I know you’re trying to hide it. But I know you, AI’Sai. So can you just tell me?”

Saifah looks uncertain, as though still weighing if he could possibly make up a good enough excuse not to tell or fake being fine again. Zon glares at him. Saifah visibly gives in and his shoulders slump. “It’s stupid.”

“No. I guarantee you it’s not - not if it’s making you act all sulky like this.”

Sai looks down to the side. Zon sighs. Sai’s ignoring his question now? Really? Zon grabs Saifah’s hand and wiggles it back and forth a bit until Saifah looks back at him. Zon grins. Saifah huffs a laugh.

Zon leans against Saifah’s shoulder and looks up at his eyes. “Will you tell me now?”

“Some of my seniors have been talking about how much they love this new rock band that doesn’t use guitar, which is fine.”

Zon tilts his head in confusion.

Saifah takes a deep breath that’s more like a sigh. “It’s just they constantly build up this band by talking about how guitar isn’t important or cool anymore. The ‘new future’ is bass or electric organ or whatever. And just that would even be tolerable, but anytime I try to say something, they just - interrupt or ignore it. Fighter’s fine and tries to be nice when he notices I got interrupted, but he doesn’t always notice. I just feel ...not valued.” He finishes with a huff, as if all the bad things he’s feeling could be released in that one breath.

Zon lets go of the Sai’s hand he forgot he was holding and moves his arm to wrap around Sai’s shoulders. He wants to be mad. He is mad, but he doesn’t know what to do with that. For now, he’ll just make sure Saifah knows that someone does value him.

“Ai’Sai, let’s go do something fun. Maybe get some cake too.”

Saifah scrunches up his face in his cute confused way, and Zon grins.

“I want you to feel appreciated, so let’s go celebrate you.” Sai’s eyes widen, but Zon just laughs and pulls his arm to leave. They can ditch their afternoon classes. Sai is more important.

* * * * *

It wasn’t until about a week later that Zon finally saw Saifah hanging with those specific seniors again. Zon eagerly took the opportunity and confidently strode up to the conversation. He greeted the seniors but otherwise stayed quiet. He wanted to be a part of this conversation. He planted himself right next to Saifah and wouldn’t leave. Saifah looked confused at him, but he didn’t say anything.

At first, the conversation wasn’t even related to music. But after a while, the guys started talking about getting dinner and maybe going out for drinks or clubbing after. Zon quickly agreed to go with, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see Saifah’s jaw hanging open. Zon doesn’t like to go out drinking, especially with people he doesn’t know very well. In all honesty, he usually prefers to just stay home or hang out at Saifah’s place.

But today, Zon wanted to make sure things with Saifah’s faculty friends were okay. He wanted Saifah to know he had someone in his corner.

Over dinner, there was some mention of specific songs that were gaining popularity and some impromptu breaking out in song, but nothing relating to guitars or bands.

It wasn't until hours later when everyone was half-past tipsy at a very noisy and full club that someone brought up the band Saifah told him about.

One senior in particular seemed especially passionate about this band. This senior, P’Don, was just a couple centimeters shorter than Saifah and vaguely attractive - if you like that chiseled jaw and denim jacket look. He started out raving about the drums but then moved on to talk about how great it was there was no guitar so the drums were really the focal part of the music, which was not necessarily bad...

Until he draped himself across Saifah’s back and not-really-whispered in Sai’s ear, “What do you think about that?”

Saifah’s eyes grew so big they looked like they were about to pop out, and he snapped his head to look at Zon. Zon immediately knew this was new and Saifah was panicking.

Zon, short as he is, knows how to weasel his way between people and did just that, and if he just so happened to accidentally shove P’Don in the stomach with his elbow, well then, that was just a little clumsy of him. He can apologize later.

Zon firmly dives between the two men and wedges himself in the middle. He can finally take down this pathetic salaleo who’s been messing with Sai. “P’Don, are you feeling okay?”

P’Don blinked and looked down at Zon. “What?”

“Well, you just don’t look good. Are you gonna faint? You look like you might pass out soon.”

“Huh? No? I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” And Zon swings his arm in front himself a bit and shoves his elbow back with as much force he can muster directly into P’Don’s stomach. P’Don hunches over, and when he lowers his head to Zon’s chest level, Zon raises his elbow and brings it down at the base of P’Don’s neck. He hits the floor groaning in a flash.

“See? P’Don, you really don’t look great. Should I call you a cab?” Zon kneels down next to him and speaks eye-to-eye with him. “Don’t mess with Sai again.”

Zon stands back up and turns to Saifah, who’s frozen and staring at him. “Okay, I think I’m ready to call it a night. Can I crash at your place tonight? I don’t want to go home smelling like this.”

Sai continues to stare.

“Ai’Sai? Are you ready to go home?”

Sai weakly nods. And swallows.

They say their goodbyes, leave P’Don in the capable hands of his other tipsy friends, and catch a cab home.

* * * * *

It’s later that night, when Zon is clean and snuggly in a borrowed shirt from Sai, that they both crawl into Saifah’s large bed to finally put an end to a very long day. Saifah has been more quiet than normal since the club.

Zon’s anxiety took a break when he was at the club and drinking and riled up in anger, but now - now, in the peace and quiet and the comfort of Saifah’s bed - now, he’s wondering if he reacted too strongly, if Saifah is mad at him or didn’t like how he handled the situation, or if maybe Saifah didn’t want his help in the first place. Maybe he overstepped! Maybe he overestimated his and Saifah’s friendship! Maybe he should’ve gone back to his house instead. Maybe it’s not too late. Saifah’s probably annoyed with him and wants some time to himself. Maybe he can just -

“Zon.”

Zon’s head snaps to lock on Saifah’s steady gaze.

“I can see your anxiety.”

Zon turns his head back to stare at the ceiling and bites his lip.

Sai lets out a soft breath from his nose. “Thank you. For what you did.” A pause. “I didn’t know you could do that.” He breathes a laugh. Zon thinks his grumbly, sleepy voice and his breathy laugh is the most calming thing he’s ever heard. And attractive.

Zon looks at him again. “You’re not mad at me?”

Saifah laughs. “No.” He shakes his head. “No, I’m not mad. More like shocked witless.”

“Oh.”

A beat passes.

“So what I did was okay? I wasn’t out of line or making you uncomfortable or anything?”

Saifah does that one smile he does that Zon can’t quite figure out what it means. “No, you were fine. Maybe, it was a little much, but that made my year. I’m never going to forget that. Thank you. ...for standing up for me. And, for making me feel important.”

Zon shifts in the bed to face Saifah fully. “Of course. You are important.”

Saifah shifts in turn to mimic Zon’s position; except, Saifah also scooches much closer than before. Zon doesn’t necessarily mind. He likes being close to Sai. It’s calming. And he smells nice. Zon looks into Saifah’s eyes again. Saifah’s eyes are soft and warm, and unknowingly, Zon’s eyes match.

“Zon.”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?” It’s barely a whisper. It’s barely a breath. It barely exists, and yet it’s out now. It’s a question long kept hidden, now exposed. Zon gently shifts his head just a little bit forward. Just as easily unnoticed as the question, he nods.

Saifah slowly leans forward, while also raising up on his elbow to give him more freedom to move, and moves steadily closer to Zon.

He leans in and down. He breaks eye contact and looks at Zon’s lips. Zon does the same. Zon can’t help but close his eyes and takes a soft breath in. And in a matter of heartbeats, Saifah’s lips are touching his own.

And it’s like touching a live wire. An electric shock zips through Zon’s body, and as it passes, a wave of security and peace and comfort and love passes over him. His heart slows and he sinks further into the kiss. Saifah’s large body is sheltering him from everything else in the world, and he’s never felt more safe or comfortable. He feels like melting, and it’s perfect.

He doesn’t realize it yet, but Saifah feels the same.

#why r u #why r u fic #saizon fic #saifahzon #sizon #saifahzon fic #ficlet #my writing #rommie writes #protective zon #protective!zon

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phoebehalliwell · 4 years

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Hi! I’ve recently fallen down the Charmed rabbit hole again and I fount your blog, which is amazing btw !! I LOVE YOUR CHARMED NEXT GEN FIC!!!! I also really enjoyed your thoughts about Phoebe's kid! I wish they would have lived in the actual show. How do you think Phoebe’s child living would have impacted her relationship with Coop? And the whole twice blessed prophecy?

!!!!!!!!!!! thank you!! and i’m so glad you like my fic (which i promise i am still working on)!!

as far as phoebe’s kid + the twice blessed prophecy, i have written on that au here, but i think if the baby really had been born it would not be the twice blessed but i do think they would still probably give that plotline to wyatt just bc. i also think that having a child and being a single mother would really further the need for coop bc dating as a single mom while still having a career is hard enough but dating while you’re a single mom with a full time job and a magical half demon baby who was lowkey the antichrist for the better part of the first trimester is a whole new can of worms. i think she still would have had a relationship with jason dean but i think it would be very short lived as i don’t think that he would be ready to commit to a family. and then by the time we hit season six and piper and leo have broken up and jason has left phoebe and yada yada yada phoebe would really be like huh. love isn’t real. we’re all gonna die alone.

and so she’s sitting at a cafe with paige at the end of love’s a witch and is completely ranting about how love is dead or whatever and paige is just like yeah. uh huh. yep. totally. yeah. yeah. i know what you mean. yeah. uh huh. bc it’s totally Not the time to bring up the fact that she has a date with richard on friday and phoebe’s just going on and on like “okay bc look at olivia! she was doing what she was doing out of love!! and she was killing people!!! just an evil, sad, lovesick, ghost. like me. you know cole was my longest relationship? that was like,,, the most successful relationship i had, and it wasn’t even remotely a success!! he turned me evil, paige. i became evil. because that’s what love does. it bring out the worst in people.” and paige is sitting there like jfc i think i need to bring in a shrink or something when all of a sudden the dude pulls up a chair at their table and is like “hi hate to interrupt but i couldn’t help but overhear and you’re wrong” and phoebe’s like who the hell are you and paige is like yeah fuck off buddy private conversation here and this guy’s like “look. love is the strongest magic we have” and paige is like “ehh i think other, stronger magic” and phoebe’s all like “okay, i don’t know who you are, but you don’t know me and you don’t know what i’ve been through okay so you don’t get to sit down here and try to talk to me about love. bitch.” and this guys just like “actually, i do. my name’s coop. it’s nice to meet you, officially.” and he holds out his hand for a handshake and phoebe’s looking at him like imma judo flip u motherfucker but then something catches her eye and she snatches his hand and flips it over, staring at his cupid ring and she’s like no. she grabs her coffee and storms out leaving coop and a Very Confused paige sitting at the cafe table. she turns around at the exit and gestures to paige like come on let’s go get out of here so paige grabs her croissant and purse awkwardly and leaves and coop’s like “i hope everything goes well with richard!” and paige is like????? so she pulls phoebe aside like Who Was That and phoebe’s like “that was the most annoying, pesky, interfering magical creature there is out there. that was a cupid.”

and later that night phoebe would be tucking her child asleep (who in this story is a little girl named prudence) when she hears “you love her, and it doesn’t seem to bring out the worst in you.” and she whips around to find coop leaning in the doorframe and she’s like “you better leave before i vanquish you” and coop sorta just laughs softly and he’s like “i get it. you’ve been burned before. but actively fighting love? it’s not you, phoebe.” and she’s like “tf do you think you know about me” and coop’s like “i know you believe in love. true love. the kind that takes your breath away, where it's the first thing that you think about when you wake up in the morning. you wanna know how i know that?” and phoebe just glares at him in a very defensive stance like yes i want to know but no i will not play into your stupid little monologue and coop’s like “i read your column. not many people could write like that. you help people find love every day, you help them reach out, take risks, open up their hearts-” “okay you know what i’ve had enough of your little sugar coated soap opera speech. go bug someone else.” and phoebe pushes her way past him and beelines for her bedroom, slamming the door and coop’s like :|

and the next morning phoebe’s eating cereal and by eating a i do mean just pushing wheaties around in a pool of milk while dency and wyatt play in the playpen and piper comes in with a mug of coffee like “good morning how are-” “am i a cold hearted cynic?” “...you doing this fine friday morning??” “i’ve got a cupid on my ass” “i’m going to hope you mean the magical kind and not some bad tattoo situation” “i mean, yesterday i was saying that love brings out the worst in people and now i’ve got this 6′2″ cupid with a square jawline following me around. but like,,, don’t i have the right to say that??? all love has done is hurt me. i’m allowed to bitch a little about it!! like! mind your own business??? goddamn! and you know-” “phoebe i just woke up save the onslaught until after 10am please” and phoebe just sorta pauses and goes back to pushing her cereal around and piper says “and i’m not calling you a cold hearted cynic but... you have changed” and phoebe’s completely ready to rant again like “pfft of course i’ve changed you think you can be married to the source of all-” “zp! not til after 10!” and phoebe slumps back and watches as dency draws a small pattern in frost on the tile floor and you can tell she’s sorta mulling over what coop said blah blah blah this episode is the vortex demon she gets knocked into a world based on her innermost desires and in it she’s happily married and in love in an apartment of her own raising her daughter and writing her column blah blah blah she takes one look at her finger that very much has a wedding band on it and is like “cupid!!!! cupid u fuckin bastard get down here!!! cupid!!!” and no response and she’s scowling like “coop??? coop!!!!!!!!” and he’s no where to be seen and she’s like wait shit i think this is the alternate whirlpool vortex things i gotta find my sister blah blah blah chris knocks paige into phoebe’s world and paige is like “okay what’s the catch” and phoebe’s like “what catch” and paige is like “you know, the catch! what makes this not reality. like in my world, magic was practiced openly, and everyone knew about it. come on, chris said the realities were shaped my like our fantasies or wants... is anything different here??” and phoebe’s like “oh you know uhh not really everything basically the same um but you know i have my own apartment here where i live with dency...” “oh my god wait where is she now who’s taking care of her?” “oh uh well that would be my husband.” “cole’s alive????” “no! not cole! i don’t know who he is actually but he seems nice :)” and there’s a beat where you can tell paige really wants to Get Into What This Means and phoebe really Doesn’t Want To Talk About It but then they both seem to agree that they’re being hunted by a demon so maybe this can take a back seat rn blah blah blah they kill the demon and the end of the episode paige is about to go on her date w richard and her and phoebe have a little heart to heart and paige is like i think you should talk to the cupid bc i think maybe your whole hating love thing might just be a front like i think you’re trying to convince urself of something blah blah blah and phoebe’s just like :/ maybe so.

alright blah blah blah next episode phoebe’s like “coop?” and coop, suddenly appearing behind her is like “yeah?” and phoebe’s like “i give up. so uh work your little cupid magic or whatever and i guess let’s do this thing.” and coop like lights up he’s like so happy and he’s all like “great! let’s get started!” and phoebe’s mentally preparing for a series of really boring dates but then coop surprises her by not doing that??? like he doesn’t set her up with anyone at all bc he’s all like you need time to heal and find urself again???? which honestly phoebe isn’t complaining about and like phoebe will be feeding baby dency in the kitchen and coop will pop in like “what are your thought on taking a pottery class?” and it’s happened before where she’s been so swamped with work that she doesn’t have time to pick up supplies for dency so coop will just go out and like buy diapers?? and gradually phoebe feels herself opening up more and more and one night she’s at p3 and this guy come up to talk to her and she doesn’t just scowl him away and she finds herself having a great conversation and she see coop wink at her from across the bar.

and you know things go well with this guy yada yada yada but one night she goes out on a date and her sisters weren’t able to watch lil dency for her so coop was babysitting and she comes back home to see coop sending out small pink glowing projections from his ring and her baby just laughing uncontrollably trying to catch them and phoebe gets why she has been ready to dive fully in to the guy she’s been going out with. coop says it’s just nerves bc of her past relationships and that it’s completely fine and understandable but phoebe knows better. or at least now she does. she’s in love with coop.

#i feel like this Completely went off on a totally different tangent than what was asked but uhh im postin it regardless #charmed #phoebe x coop #💌#margaretsminiessays #phoebe halliwell #coop halliwell #dency halliwell

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stcrr · 4 years

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elle fanning. cis female. she/her. ／ lorelei “lorrie” gunther just pulled up blasting which witch by florence + the machine — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty-three year old musician, i’ve heard they’re really -reclusive, but that they make up for it by being so +observant. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say chipped glitter nail polish, a silver gilt mirror, losing yourself in the beat of the music. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( ally, 22, est, she/her )

me: i don’t have a type when it comes to muses! also me: unveils this new muse that is also introverted and anxious but this time with more glitter. anyways, meet lorelei, starr to her fans, and lorrie to her friends, an observant girl, gifted mimic, misfit, mirror, and musician. kind of a jem and the holograms/hannah montana/perfect blue hybrid. details under the cut, like for me to hyu to plot !!

(also her pinterest im really proud of it you guys)

statistics.

full name. lorelei amelia gunther. nicknames. lorrie. aliases. starr. occupation. singer-songwriter. age. twenty-three. date of birth. february 1st, 1997. nationality. american. ethnicity. white (austrian and irish). gender | orientation. cis female | queer. hometown. boston, ma. zodiac sign. aquarius sun, scorpio moon, pisces rising career/voice claim. lorde.

height. 5′9 weight. 120lbs build. willowy. distinguishing features. wide eyes, full lips, constant bags, probably has glitter in her hair. health. 7/10; has no major illnesses but eats like shit, has a whack sleep schedule, is a dysfunctional adult basically. she’s also big depressed but you know how it be.

positive traits. ambitious, intuitive, observant, imaginative, independent, neutral traits. talkative, intense, impressionable, negative traits. anxious, avoidant, moody, secretive, resentful, aloof,

likes. the nighttime, storms, baggy clothes, mountains, weed, lsd, books, blanket forts, lying on the floor, singing, cryptids, cemeteries, dislikes. being herself, deadlines, dolls/puppets, the paparazzi, social media, planning ahead, the outdoors, conflict, the beach,

history.

(tw suicide mention, anxiety attack) (tldr at the bottom)

her mother called her lorelei after the sirens of the rhine; she insisted her first cries were the sweetest song. and lorelei continued to have a beautiful voice; she sang more than she spoke. but only at home.

she never responded to lorelei, though, not really; it felt too grand for her. she was a chicken-legged girl who liked overalls and goosebumps books. she was just lorrie.

she grew up in a lower-middle class region of boston, ma. her father was a salesman, and her mother was a travel agent.

for a while, at school, she didn’t speak at all. she was diagnosed with selective mutism at age five, and it took until she was thirteen to overcome it completely.

this was not at all helped by the fact that her parents had a nasty divorce when she was seven years old. her father used her mother’s ten-year-old suicide attempt against her in court to prove she wasn’t stable, and gained full custody of lorelei and her two older brothers. her oldest brother, matthias, sided with their father, but the middle brother, jeremias, sided with their mom, and tried to run away to his mother’s house basically every month. he ran away for good when he was fifteen, living with his girlfriend’s family.

what helped her overcome this selective mutism, at least at first, was her middle school drama class. at home, lorelei had always been an excellent mimic. she did her favorite impressions for her drama teacher, and she encouraged her to try some monologues and scenes. as she got better at acting, she realized that she didn’t have to be herself; she could be somebody else. and that made talking all the easier.

by high school, she was no longer selectively mute, but was still anxious and shy. she was, however, a total drama kid, and still loved to act. she could be outrageous, incredible on stage; she wasn’t being herself, after all, so if people were judging her, it was the character they were judging, not her.

still she was def the kind of girl who had a mental breakdown every four months and dyed/cut her hair/gave herself bangs. she could never quite shake the feeling that she was an outsider looking in, separated, different.

she still loved music, and as she grew older, she started to write songs. it was her secret dream to be a musician. one of her theater friends talked her into singing one of them when she was sixteen, and then encouraged her to try out for the talent show. she was able to get through the audition, though she was a little nervous, but she knew it would be fine. she was on stage all the time, this would be fine.

but this time, she had to be herself in front of the entire school, and she froze up, not a sound leaving her lips. she doesn’t remember leaving the stage; only remembers that suddenly, she was in the girls bathroom, sobbing her eyes out.

her friends comforted her that night, partying in their basement like they always did, but thats when lorrie had an idea. what if she didn’t perform as herself?

that’s when a starr was born.

as lorelei dressed herself up in all the holo and glitter she had, she created starr in her head; she was born beloved, charismatic, fearless, this glitz and glamor girl who had it all, but what now? even at the top, she found emptiness. she was a beautiful supernova, so breathtaking you forgot she was really a collapsing star.

starr was lorrie’s ultimate muse; she wrote song after song for her in the next few months, until, finally, she asked some of her friends to help her record a music video. she didn’t expect this music video to get 60 million views in a matter of weeks.

royals, of course, blew the fuck up, and she had people calling her house to get her to sign with this record company or that record company, and her eventual producer flew her out to la with her dad. and, of course, the rest is history. (her dad also blew a lot of the money she earned as a minor but she got rid of him and that’s neither here nor there.)

however, as she got more and more into the la lifestyle, she began to rely more and more on starr as an alter ego. people liked starr, after all, and lorrie didn’t even like herself. she played the part of the dignified, wise, and eccentric former queen during interviews, when recording, at after parties and award shows.

even her first major relationship she got while acting like starr, someone fearless and fun, basically a manic pixie dream girl. if you’ve ever listened to the album melodrama, then you know how badly that ended.

that’s around when she realized that starr had taken over her entire life. coming home from a house party absolutely zonked, she looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize herself, didn’t see that nerdy, overall-clad chicken-legged girl from her family pictures.

she stripped her clothes off, scraped the makeup off her face until her skin was red and dry, dragged a brush through her hair to get rid of all the product, and pulled on a hoodie and leggings she had brought with her to la a year ago. she wrote the first draft of all the songs in melodrama in the coming hours.

however, she still wrote from starr’s perspective, knew she’d perform it as starr. it may be far more personal, but lorrie wasn’t ready to come out just yet. in fact, she’s kind of been hiding the last year or so, a full-on depression mess.

tl;dr lower middle class nerdy girl from boston overcomes crippling social anxiety through acting, finesses this into an alter ego to be a musician, hits it big, loses herself in the alter ego, has a disastrous relationship, and tries to become herself again.

present.

first of all, her real name is Known to the public, but not her “brand” outside of starr. it’s proven to be a boon as of late; she’s known for basically being a walking sailor moon cosplayer, not a skinny woman in baggy jeans and a big black hoodie.

since she’s trying to work on herself, she’s kind of in a creative slump. like, she still has more than enough royalties off her music to keep her going, but her agent and producer are both pushing her to clean up some of her songs and record them for a new album. she can still write as starr, but it feels... different, now. melodrama was far more personal than pure heroine, and she wants to continue to grow; writing as starr feels like reverting back to her sixteen year old self. but she’s too scared to write as herself So....

at events though she’s still in the gauze and stars people expect from starr.

trying to reach out to her mom and brother jer again. not her dad, fuck her dad.

loves true crime, the supernatural, and conspiracy thought. is probably watching a true crime doc rn.

she’s just starting to leave her house for the first time in like... a year? like she’s only started to get out again in the last few months.

as for drugs, she def drinks, but she’s more likely to smoke weed. also, she’s a big fan of lsd, but holds herself off to only tripping every few months.

is considering moving to the woods and being the lonely crone everyone whispers about. or maybe switching to voice acting.

she fuckin hates dolls. literally her worst nightmare is being trapped in some collectors’ doll rooms.

wanted connections.

melodrama ex (0/1) - the ex she wrote her breakup album about. can be any gender. i literally want this connection so bad kfdskjkadsfds

best friend (0/1) - someone who was with her throughout her... Transformation

squad (0/3) - bc who doesn't love a squad. this is the vibe i’m going for (sound warning)

icon (1/1) - someone lorrie looks up to and like... majorly doesn't wanna disappoint. - filled by kami!!!

musician buddies (0/?) - they bounce lyrics off of each other, you know how it is.

rival pop star (0/1) - idk i just think it would be Neat. maybe even with a plot that they had a major falling out and now they have to pretend to get along.

hookups (0/?) - or other messy shit

texting crush (0/1) - really weird concept but like... i imagine lorrie would have the number or snap or insta or whatever of this muse and they get talking after melodrama and she just... lays it all out. they don't really talk in person, but she feels really close to them and definitely develops a crush

weed buddy (0/1) - they come to her house and smoke and complain its great

friend turned enemy (0/1) - maybe someone who adored starr but doesn't like who she is now?????? idk idk

enemy turned friend (0/1) - maybe someone who thought starr was fake af but then meets lorrie being Herself and is just like "oh you're a Human" idk idk

bonus.

as a thank you for making it to the end of this fucking enormous intro, please take a moment to enjoy these tik toks reflective of lorrie’s personality (they’re also???? great on their own)

lorrie talking/singing to herself alone in her house

honestly she has tinkerbell vibes

drunk mouths speak sober thoughts

and thats on mental illness

#excess:intro #admittedly another novel #also i've been vibing to pure heroine all day and like #im going THROUGH IT #suicide mention tw #anxiety attack tw #drugs tw #also a notice i am not going to be making an open starter since... the event is TOMORROW so #i'll just reply to a few

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stilesssolo · 4 years

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Author tag!

Thank you @lilacs-with-lavender for tagging me in this! :)

fandoms you write for

Jonerys rn, though I used to write for Stydia and am MAYBE entertaining the idea of writing one last au for them. My Stydia swan song lol. But yeah mostly Jonerys

where you post

catch me over at ao3 ✌️

most popular multichapter

Is this even a question lol I mean I only HAVE one multichapter but even if I didn’t it’d be where the wild things are

favorite story you’ve written

wtwta. I never could have EVER imagined it would be what it is now when I started it. I love it so dearly.

a story you were nervous to post

give to me your leather, take from me my lace totally. Funny story I actually never had ANY intentions of publishing this and/ or publishing any Jonerys fics. I was in a writing slump at the time and had just rewatched Thrones in preparation for s8 (lol) and I got an idea for a jonerys fic that wouldn’t leave me alone. So I wrote it mainly to get back in the habit of writing, and I thought I would just keep it for myself. But then Fer made me publish it and HERE WE ARE lol. And I’m still making her beta all my stuff lol

how do you choose your titles?

hahaha I like how this suggests I have a method. I like... pick a line from a song that I listen to on loop while I write. I’m terrible at picking titles

do you outline?

YES I am a List girl and I live by outlines. They’re color coded too

complete number of stories

According to AO3 it is 72! Wow I knew I was wordy but not that wordy

what do you have in progress?

Oh man. Two remix fics. One Valentine’s day fic. My next multichapter is being planned out too. And are we gonna count my Stydia ice dancing au? (I’ll finish it one day okay)

do you accept prompts?

Ahh I used to but I took forever to fill them so it’s probably not a good idea for me to accept prompts. I’m also too wordy for that lol. But if you send me asks about things you think should happen in the wtwta universe there’s a 1000% chance it’ll end up in a one shot eventually

upcoming story you’re most excited about

Tbh? The Jonas Brothers au. (which really is gonna end up being more of a celebrity au.) Martha made me gorgeous art and I CANT WAIT TO ACTUALLY WRITE IT

tagging @ronsweasley @esteriivy @the-last-targaryens @ashleyfanfic @adecila @thescarletgarden1990 @anneshirlei and anyone else who wants to do this!!

#about me #writing #thank you for tagging me!!!

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a-shakespearean-in-paris · 5 years

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Writer’s Interview

thank you for the tag @negotiator-on-site :) Super fun qs, loved reading yours...had to do it :)

Q: What is your coffee order?

At Starbucks I used to get the green tea frappachino, or the chai tea frappachino. but since going keto (and I’m on very very loose keto RN...but I’ve been clean for three days in a row so I’m going to try to keep this up :) ) But now what I do is I get a passionfruit tea, unsweet with heavy whipping cream and two pumps of sugar free vanilla. Voila, a keto pink drink. All you need is the stevia sweetener.

Or I get just a plain green tea or regular coffee. also the caramel apple spice seasonal thing is good <3 i love starbucks

Q: What is the coolest thing you’ve ever done?

hhmmmmhmhmhm When I was 16 my dream of traveling to Italy and France came true. I loved Rome, I loved Florence, and then I got to go to Paris. (which.....you could probably tell by my name....place I adore <3) anyway I cried on the river seine and then when I thought things couldn’t get more perfect, the eiffel tower started to glitter. Also I sat on the Ponte Vecchio in florence and just breathed and lived and loved. It was perfect. Then I wrote it all down in a story called At the End of the Summer. I haven’t written any creative nonfiction since either, ha.

Objectively the coolest thing I’ve ever done is probably write/direct a ten minute play, with two actors who I wanted and were super amazing. It was such a spiritual experience, like sharing your writing with other people and then have us all share it on stage. doing that play was such an important, spiritual moment.

Q: Who has been your biggest mentor?

I’ve had a lot of teachers who have really helped me personally and scholastically....but it’s my mom. I mean...I still cry in her chest when I’m sad. My mom is a good person, a good woman who is very kind, and she deserves a lot more than what she got....if I could make enough money one day to get them a new house and a trip to Hawaii that would really make me happy.

Q: What has been your most memorable writing project?

You could say the aforementioned ten minute because I saw it and I brought it to life, but honestly I think it’s a thing called Our Immortal Longings :p

Obviously it’s a fanfic, but I write this relationship these two have and it feels realer than any other I have written...even wholly original works. I think part of this is helped that it’s similar in feel to something I would want to write that’s not a fanfic, and there’s this added sense of longing and preservation and becoming that I love to write and discuss, as my presentation on Antony and Cleopatra let me know last week. It’s honestly a lot of small things that make it very special to me. It’s sophie’s character, Connor’s character (the way I remind him partially reminds me of my favorite character from my favorite book.) the dialogue they have, the discovery, how much their story is an ode to other romances...

I didn’t think when I began writing this story it would mean that much to me. Hell, I didn’t even like AI or stories about AI getting a will of it’s own that interesting before this. But here I am, and....yeah. I love it.

Q: What does your writing path look like, from the earliest days until now?

My earliest days were just me. (only child, ha.) I told elaborate stories to myself, and then later I told elaborate stories to my cousin during long car trips.I didn’t write a traditional “story” though until the fourth grade, and it was very much inspired by the last unicorn, of which I was obsessed at the time (still am it’s f*cking amazing. and now that I think about it it sstill inspires me to this day. One of Connor’s lines was inspired by a line from the movie!) My grandma always told me I should be a writer, but as a kid it was just something I liked to do versus a calling, I guess? I also was obsessed with being an actor. That turned out so well! (sarcasm.) but it was also something I needed to do to be a functioning human.

anyway, I just always liked to write stories. then in college when I was obsessed with Dragon Age and in a creative slump, I was like...hey. maybe I could write about Cullen and my Inquisitor from Dragon Age. and here we are, two fandoms later :) These days I’m just writing fan fiction, though I would like to write my original ideas I have. Still need it to be a functioning human though. that is probably always going to be true :)

Q: What is your favorite part about writing?

D I S C O V E R Y. About me, about my characters, about what I want and deem important. Seriously, I learned something new about me writing an academic essay on Romeo and Juliet and it was such a cathartic moment. And also? living vicariously through another. going into another time.

Q: What does a typical day look like for you?

coffee. Write, read for school/write for school/school (only on certain days though)/ write or game when I get home. or watch shitty TV. Job hunt. have an existential crisis. Commissions (thank you all for commissioning me :) ) sometimes gym.

Q: What does your writing process look like?

it varies. usually I research as I go because I’m like...so excited to start. With my first fic I took a while to post, planned on writing the whole thing before posting...but I ended up craving that sweet sweet validation(tm) so posted before it was done. Oh god, so much changed too as I began posting. It’s really nuts how much time I spent on that damn story. I do love it but I also have a weird relationship with it (not including what happened today either...I always had a weird romance with it.)

but usually, I write, I marinate, I edit, I edit, I marinate, I live in the world for a bit, I edit, I post <3 all depends of course. don’t even get me started on writing an academic article.

Q: What’s the best advice you’ve gotten?

Once more unto the breach dear friends, once more. (Shakespeare)

Q: What’s the biggest lesson you’ve learned?

this is more about me, but an emotional reaction is more important to try to bring out than an intellectual one. I’d rather make someone have a real emotional reaction than anything else. sometimes the zaniest ideas are the ones that endure.

Q: What advice would you give someone who wants to start writing?

Read

Write

practice writing some more

that totally ridiculous idea you have? write it!

.don’t worry about writing like someone else. write what you believe in

Love what you’re doing

read

write some more

Perservere and understanding that no one just rolls out a perfect Donna Tartt level piece on the first go.

daydream. live in your story for a bit before writing it down. ;)

oooh this took a while, and it was quite a journey! tagging @galadrieljones @thevikingwoman @bitchesofostwick @gottaboopthesnoot @ladymdc annnnnd whoever else would like to!

#tagged #that took forever omg #also I would say it's important not to think you have to stick to writing rules that you learned #in like...#high school #shakespeare was my writing teacher #as was donna tartt and sidney sheldon #yes i love sidney sheldon novels #heck vivien leigh as scarlett o'hara was my writing teacher

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continuouscalamity · 5 years

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CHAPTER 3 TRIAL TRANSCRIPT

Monoboar, after irritatingly grumbling at the scene, announces "HEAD T' THE FOYER AT ONCE!" with a snort.

He begins his travel down.

TRIAL 3 - BEGINNING

[5:05 PM] Monoboar!: As you all crowd into the elevator and the doors shut behind you, the noise of the elevator slowly descending down rings in your ears, the low, ominous hum of everything moving around you.

The more you descend, the more it dawns on you-- yet another person has died in such a short span of time... Five people, with Eri's corpse burned into your minds.

Yet another class trial.

....

The elevator finally stops to it's destination, revealing a large trial room, with stands all in a circle. Four stands now bear the mark of the fallen, five portraits pertaining to Akihiko, Aderyn, Akemi, Wallace, and Eri.

Head to your stands.

@Alive [5:06 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: Keiko silently moves to her stand. [5:06 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Lake shaked out her hoodie before walking up to her stand.

"...Hazel-san, do you wanna hold my hand?"

@Hazel Hazeldine (Mars) [5:07 PM] Riku Yasui...: Riku went to his stand. [5:08 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: "....yes, that would be lovely." Hazel says shakily, taking Lake's hand into her own.

@Lake Kawaguchi (Florence) [5:08 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: Renzo goes to their stand and sits on the edge of it, as usual. [5:08 PM] Cerviel Winter | Sulking: Cerviel headed to his stand. He's a wreck. He keeps making a low whining noise. [5:08 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: Maggie rubs her tired eyes. [5:11 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar hops onto his seat, giving a quick angry look at everybody before slamming his gavel down a bit too forcefully.

"I'm in a friggin' bad mood t'day! Just solve the damn trial for Eri Nakama!" He yells out.

[GIF]

[5:11 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Monoboar it's like, 4 AM in the morning." [5:12 PM] Monoboar!: "Shut yer trap and get detectivey!" [5:12 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: "...All of us are tired, but we must do our best. For Eri-san." she says in a calm, quiet voice. [5:12 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "We're all fucking tired how can you expect us to fuckin'function." [5:13 PM] Monoboar!: Slam slam. "YA ALL GOT YER DAMN CLUES- OINK!" [5:14 PM] Riku Yasui...: :cluebullet: "So Eri's body was found slumped over against one of the walls in the Chemistry lab. The back of her head is covered in blood-soaked hair and along with blood that ran down her back, coming from a clear indent in the back of her skull. Her body is charred where the skin is visible," [5:15 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: {Keiko grips her stand tightly as Riku speaks. This hurts, man.} [5:15 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: :consentbullet: "No duh, it had to be an explosion that killed her! Just like, look at her skin!" [5:16 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: { “It was probably very painful, whichever way it wass.” } [5:16 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: {She grits her teeth, looking down. This hurts even more.} [5:16 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: :consentbullet: Artemis winced. "Jesus, yeah. She even left an dent on the wall when she hit it. There's blood running down it to her body." [5:17 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "And it like, smelled. From the explosion I'd assume." [5:18 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: "What...what was it that caused the explosion? Do any of you have theories?" [5:20 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Someone got sciencey... Like, Bill Nye sciencey..." [5:20 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Huh, speaking of explosions."

:cluebullet: "There's a book in the chem lab for building bombs. A page about a low explosive bomb was bookmarked, and someone even wrote down the materials they needed and how much of it." [5:20 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: Renzo taps the side of their mask. :consentbullet: “Ahh, yes, so some sort of a chemical reaction, perhapss...” [5:21 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: Keiko's eyes widen. "A book...? I think I might have something useful to share, in that case..." [5:22 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Do share..." Maggie does a tired wave. [5:22 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: { “Oho?” } [5:25 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: :testitheorybullet: "Yesterday, I stopped to read in the library at about 10 AM...and I saw Eri-san come in, take a book from one of the shelves, and leave." she says, frowning. "She was also muttering something...'This time for sure'."

"I didn't know what she meant by that, and I had been so rude to her before...I couldn't bring myself to question her. And she left." Keiko admits, "And now she's dead."

[5:26 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Does that mean... she's done whatever "this" is before? Maybe she's thought about... something?" [5:27 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: “I saw the book she grabbed too! When we were in the chemistry lab anyway...” He looks around. “It was...um...a book on how to build bombs... i think... [5:28 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "The book Pickle mentioned?" [5:28 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: {"OUT OF ALL FUCKING PEOPLE, YOU TOO?!"} [5:28 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: “Oh... yeah!!” [5:29 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: {"Issa funny nickname... Heehee!"} [5:30 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: { “Ooouuuhhhhh Pickles.....” } [5:30 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: {"Ohhhhhhh my fucking god. No."} [5:31 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "What the fuck was she doing looking into bombs? Was she trying to blast her way outta here?" [5:31 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: {"Fine fine... Uh..."}

"Books! Books. And bombs." [5:32 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: "I don't know...that could be the case, or..." she lets out a shaky breath, stopping herself. [5:32 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Well, maybe-baby we can consider... what kinda bomb...?" [5:32 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: Maggie tries to lightly slap herself awake. [5:33 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "And maybe... We have to consider if she was alone on this..." [5:34 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "It was a low 'splosive bomb tha' was bookmarked.." He slumps down on his stand. Sleepy. [5:34 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Low explosives! So that means..."

She holds three fingers up, and stares at them with slow blinking eyes. [5:34 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "..." [5:35 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "F-Fill me in here I'm running out of vocabulary." [5:35 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: “It means! Umm.... low. Explosivess... that are. Low...” Renzo doesn’t know either. [5:36 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: "It probably means the bomb had a small radius." [5:36 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "Small. Meant to cause damage within a certain space." Of course she'd know about exsplovies. [5:36 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: :consentbullet: "Yes, as Artemis said." [5:36 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: :consentbullet: "Yes! That. So I assume she wouldn't wanna kill us all..." [5:37 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "At least, I don't think."

5:38 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: "I don't think so, either."

:cluebullet: "I found...notes. One of them was in the foyer, and it read...'You guys can solve this'." she seems more and more dejected as she says this. [5:39 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: Renzo perks up. “Ohhh, there were more?” [5:39 PM] Rayne Maelstrom 👹 Demon Time: "Oh ohhhh me found that one too yes yesssss!" [5:40 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "Ah. It sounds like..." She paused, frowning. Let the demons bring up their findings first. [5:42 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "So the culprit is... encouraging us?" [5:43 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: Renzo raises their hand. They have clues to share. “We found two more notes, yes!” They hold up two fingers. :cluebullet: ”One was.... in the entryway, yess... it said, ‘I’m sorry’.” They pause. ”And the other one! On the kitchen counter. It saaaid... ‘Can’t’! Just can’t. It was written very very messy.” [5:43 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Odd... Notes..." [5:44 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "I don't. Don't like the implications here." [5:44 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "I don't wanna think what I'm thinking right now." [5:44 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: :consentbullet: Keiko nods at Renzo's words. "I found those two, as well. So they are three in total, it seems."

"T-they...they're in Eri's handwriting. I know it. I just do." she says, a few tears running down her cheeks. "I recognize it. H-how...why would she write that?" her grip on the stand turns shaky. [5:44 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "It's... Eri's handwriting?" [5:45 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie blinks, turning his gaze to the floor. [5:45 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: “...” Renzo isn’t picking up what everyone’s probably thinking right now. [5:46 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "I... I thinkif what Keiko says is true what I say last night would make a lotta sense...' [5:47 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "This... This can't be some sorta..."

She pauses, biting her tongue.

"Suicide...?" [5:47 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Like, intentional notes, Eri gathering stuff together..." [5:48 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: { “Ouhhhgg...” } [5:49 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: :consentbullet: Artemis winced, giving a nod. "I'd say so... I- I saw her in a weird place last night." [5:49 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Go on..." [5:49 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: :counterbullet: Keiko grits her teeth. "No."

"She didn't do that. Someone murdered her. Eri wouldn't have done that!"

[5:49 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Eep!" [5:49 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "Keiko, please, just listen--" [5:49 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: :counterbullet: "But- She hadta accidentally explode herself!" [5:50 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Or just explode herself in general!" [5:50 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "Listen!" [5:51 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: “We are listening!” Thank you Renzo for the support. [5:52 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: Thank you Renzo. Artemis leans back and takes a breath.

:testitheorybullet: "Last night.. ya know. Before Eri died, at like 10:30 I saw her leaving out the chem lab. She was carrying a box of something and look like she could burst into tears at any moment. She left before I could say anything to her, though." [5:53 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "..."

"She... wasn't at a good place, and now she's dead." [5:54 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: Keiko lets go of her stand and grips her hair instead. "No, no, no...no I would've noticed...I..."

"I talked to her yesterday! She was fine! She wouldn't..." [5:54 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: “It seems likely... that there was no one else involved in this case, yes.” Renzo looks kind of like :pits: rn. “So... she.. caused that explosion herself...? Made it and set it off and everythingg...” Mumble mumble. [5:54 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: :consentbullet: Maggie nods to the demonologist. [5:55 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Honey, Keiko, even suicidal people can mask their emotions." [5:55 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: "I would've noticed! There is no way! Someone...one of you killed her!" she's yelling, now. [5:56 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: {"Yeah...my sister was really good at that...."} [5:56 PM] Cerviel Winter | Sulking: Cerviel looks sick. He'd been pretty close to Eri. He hadn't noticed anything? [5:56 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: { “...” } [5:56 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: {"I'm, really sorry to hear that, Kubo."} [5:57 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Keiko- Look at the evidence! Nothing else suggests that she was with someone!" [5:57 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: Artemis frowned, rubbing her arms. "Keiko... didn't she already have issues with herself...?" [5:58 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: "T-there must be something we didn't go over! There is no way."

Keiko turns to Artemis. "S-she did, but--We were working on that! She said she would...I was going to help her...I..." she breaks down, falling against her stand as she cries. [6:03 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "It makes sense, though. The letters she left behind, 'nd whatever.." He's mumbling at this point, too tired to bother. [6:03 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Listen, Keiko."

"She's gone." [6:04 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "If anything, you did what you could. You're too hard on yourself." [6:05 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar seemed to have dozed off onto his hoof. [6:05 PM] Monoboar!: "Snzzz..." [6:07 PM] Monoboar!: "Snzzzzzz......" [6:07 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: “HEY MONOBOAR?” [6:07 PM] Riku Yasui...: "Maybe we should continue looking at the clues in hopes for more information. Let's see," He said thinking about the state of the room.

:cluebullet: "The whole room is in disarray, broken glass covers a fair bit of the floor, along with various powders and liquids that were once in containers, supplies around the room are knocked over. On a table at the back of the room is the remaining pieces of an object. The area in the back of the room is heavily scorched. " [6:08 PM] Monoboar!: "Snnnnz- Shit." He's awake. [6:08 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: {Keiko stays quiet as they speak. Yes please look at the other clues...maybe there'll be something...anything that proves this wrong.} [6:08 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Well, the... unpleasant look is from the bomb." [6:08 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Broken... from bombs." [6:08 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: { “Hiiiii. Good morning.” Ok Renzo. } [6:09 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "Yeah.. but- Speaking of letters n' letters... I think I found one we haven't gone over yet." [6:10 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: Maggie looks at the case file, tapping her finger on the "Note 1" clue. [6:11 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: :cluebullet: "Mhm. It was a crumpled up note in the chem lab in a knocked over trash can. “It needed to end this way”. That's what it said..." [6:11 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie slumps over his stand again, groaning. [6:12 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: {This is even worse. Keiko can't even bring herself to speak, and just cries silently.} [6:12 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "'It needed...'?"

"No it didn't..." Maggie huffs out. [6:14 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: :cluebullet: "She could'a used this pen," he takes out a ballpen, "to write it. It's almost out of ink." [6:15 PM] Rayne Maelstrom 👹 Demon Time: "Ohhhhhhhh me has some clueess yes! One second I will think."

:cluebullet: "Me went into the art room and it was a disaster! Yes yes there were papers all over the floor. Some were even torn up!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND me also found a pen in the corner of the art room! It was uncapped and it was pretty much dry of ink yes yes!!"

[6:16 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "..." [6:17 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: "..." [6:17 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Nothing contradicts our suicide claim." [6:18 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: She's still shaking a bit, but she's stopped crying at least.

"So she really did it..." Keiko breathes out, "W-what do we do now? We can't find a culprit. There's no culprit." [6:19 PM] Monoboar!: "Darn straight there'sa culprit!" [6:19 PM] Monoboar!: "Who killed the victim?" [6:20 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "..."

"The... victim killed herself. She's her own culprit." [6:21 PM] Monoboar!: "Correct-o mundo! And I'm friggin pissed, so let's get this vote on! Harhar!"

Same procedure as last trial, voting screens power on your stands, and there's a selection of students to choose from.

@Alive [6:21 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo votes for Eri.... [6:21 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: ...Keiko votes for herself. [6:21 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: Maggie votes for Eri. [6:22 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: Renzo hops off of their stand so they can vote for Eri. [6:22 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: Artemis gives Eri a vote. [6:22 PM] Riku Yasui...: Riku votes for Eri [6:22 PM] Cerviel Winter | Sulking: Cerviel voted for Eri. He's been crying for a while. [6:22 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: Hazel votes for Eri. [6:22 PM] Hana Minami! | baby chain: Hana votes for Eri. [6:22 PM] Rayne Maelstrom 👹 Demon Time: Rayne votes Eri. [6:24 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Lake voted for Eri. [6:25 PM] Monoboar!: "Tha's it? Well..."

After everyone had voted, the screens flicker black, and proceed to light up in anticipation for each profile.

"Grubs and junk, who's the culprit for today's case? Though I'm angry as a boar, seein' culprits gives me some sensa hope!"

...

[6:26 PM] Monoboar!: "Ding ding ding! It's the one and only victim herself, Eri Nakama! Oink!"

[6:27 PM] Monoboar!: "Wowzy! Ain't that somethin'- BUT I'M STILL FRIGGIN PISSED ABOUT MY CHEMISTRY LAB!" He slams down his gavel. [6:28 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "..Hm." [6:28 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: Hazel looks down at her shoes, troubled. [6:28 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "Yea, yeah." She sneered, huffing. "Can we go now?" [6:28 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: She swallows down her nerves, asking a very... unfortunate question.

"You favor... an execution at the end of trials, so... are we free of that burden, this time?" [6:30 PM] Monoboar!: "Weeell... Two responses. Lemme say this:"

"Snrk-" Monoboar grabs a paper from his seat, waving it in the air. "We got mail!" [6:30 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: Hello? [6:30 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: “Oh boy!” [6:30 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: "Eh?" [6:30 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "Wuh?" [6:30 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "...I don't think I like this." [6:30 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: Keiko silently looks up. What the fuck. [6:31 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: "M-May you elaborate on that?" Hazel asks nervously, knees trembling. [6:31 PM] Hana Minami! | baby chain: "Huh?" is all Hana says. [6:31 PM] Monoboar!: "This damn chick didn't just write four notes, but five! Talk 'bout overkill, snrk." [6:31 PM] Hana Minami! | baby chain: "You're wrong 'cause I only found four. Tch. You have, like, no brain." [6:32 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Wait a second. Did she write something, someone's name-" [6:32 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: Hazel places a palm on her cheek. "Wh...What?" [6:32 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: "A f-fifth...y-you have to show us!" [6:32 PM] Monoboar!: "This is th' fifth thing she wrote, dammit." [6:32 PM] Monoboar!: "Lemme read! Lemme read!" [6:32 PM] Hana Minami! | baby chain: Hana glares at Monoboar. [6:33 PM] Monoboar!: "But first, I hadt' take it away cuz that'd make this case a bit more obvious." [6:33 PM] Monoboar!: "Like, suicide notes, snrk." [6:33 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: "You...!" Hazel's fists clench. "You stupid pig! Snorting about how angry thine are and then messing with the scene!" [6:34 PM] Monoboar!: "Well, I know it's Eri now, thanks to y'all!" He snorts. [6:34 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar clears his throat as he reads the paper in front of him.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1k_UP6rS37joXhHZN9126G10Wz0qysbkX8IzCUcnRTG4/edit

[6:38 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: Keiko listens to every word.

"Eri-san..."

[6:39 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: Hazel looks uncomfortable, shifting her feet and looking around at everyone with a brow raised. [6:39 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: Artemis winced, hugging herself. "Jesus..." There were rough childhoods and then there was this... It's rendered her speechless. [6:39 PM] Cerviel Winter | Sulking: Cerviel felt his heart break several times as he listened. He clutched the doll Eri had given him as he started to cry again. He hid his face in the doll in attempt to muffle some of his sobs. [6:39 PM] Riku Yasui...: Riku covered his mouth surprised and he even started to cry which was rare of him to do. This really got to him and it's hard for him to keep his composure. [6:40 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "..."

[6:40 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: "...alright." Hazel looks down at the floor. [6:41 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie clears his throat, looking down. [6:41 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: The words really sink in. All of that...happened to Eri. She had all of that hiding inside of her, all that pain...

Keiko loses her grip on her cane and falls to her knees near her stand, both hands covering her mouth as her shoulders shake. "Eri-san...Eri-san I'm so sorry..." [6:41 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: She shares a glance with Packie. [6:42 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo buries himself in his blanket. Poor Eri.....he felt helpless, like if he had been there he could have done something. But he doesn't say anything. [6:43 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: He looks back and gives a tired peace sign. Hi Hazel. [6:43 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: She nods at him tiredly. [6:43 PM] Monoboar!: "Oh boo-hoo, I'll give a "fuck you" to you too Eri- snrk." *Monoboar says before tearing up the letter into tiny shreds, throwing it into the trial circle like confetti. "Take that- Gwaha."

"Anyways, Hazel, repeat yer question again?" Monoboar scratches his chin. [6:44 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: He slams his head on his stand. Get him out, please. [6:44 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: "...hm?" Hazel hums, popped out of her growing tired reverie and the shock of Eri's note. "...o-oh, I... oh dear, um."

She coughs.

"We're free of the burden of execution this time, yes?" [6:48 PM] Monoboar!: The mascot takes a small sniff of air, looking straight at the poet.

"Nah, I'm still pissed 'bout property damages."

Monoboar slams a gavel onto the big red button without breaking for a glance, with mechanical whirring can be heard inside the walls.

Eri Nakama has been found guilty. Time for the punishment.

[Made by @thespiiderboii]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VmyWs4bCHJfFQ_V8sDzLpiRPnKxE1jOf_yN9EK_Rlyw/edit

[6:49 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: HAZEL'S LIKE :oh: [6:49 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: "JESUS CHRIST-" [6:50 PM] Rayne Maelstrom 👹 Demon Time: "WHAT THE FUCK-" [6:50 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: "SWEET FUCKING JESUS--" Artemis is pretty sure that's asking for some serious fucking bad juju! [6:50 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie gets the FUCK out of here. He's already near the elevator. He's not having it. [6:50 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo makes a run for it. She was dead. Why did they torment her so? [6:50 PM] Hana Minami! | baby chain: Hana screams, ducking under her stand and shutting her eyes and ears. What the fuck is goingon!!!!!!!!! [6:50 PM] Cerviel Winter | Sulking: "FUCK YOU!" Cerviel yelled at Monoboar. [6:51 PM] Monoboar!: "Case done! I'mma happy boar now." Monoboar heads to the elevator to open it. [6:51 PM] Riku Yasui...: "You sick... pig!" Riku said glaring at Monobear. [6:51 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: HE BOOKS IT. [6:51 PM] MAGGIE! 🖊 HELP!: Maggie scrambles out and runs with dear life. [6:51 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: She can't look. She doesn't look.

[6:51 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: Hazel just runs towards the elevator hastily, refusing to watch the rest of the execution and hurries into the elevator. [6:51 PM] Hana Minami! | baby chain: Hana gets up as fast as she can, tripping over her own feet and racing towards the elevator so fast that she hits the elevator wall once she enters it. [6:51 PM] Cerviel Winter | Sulking: Cerviel gets into the elevator. He's crying a lot harder than he was before. What the fuck. [6:52 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥 ...: Renzo is like :pits: again. They weren’t expecting an execution this time around. They leave their stand and shuffle into the elevator. [6:52 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| Just A Bit Emo: Artemis kinds of scuttles over to grab Keiko and high tails it out of there. [6:53 PM] Keekoo Taisei | I hate this pt2: Keiko is grabbed.

Thankfully she had the presence of mind to grab her cane before that happened. [6:53 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "What the FUCK? What kind of fucking thing does that to a dead fucking body of someone and thinks it's alrig-" He lets out a long groan before taking a deep breath, tapping his fingers against the elevator to calm down.

"Okay. What the fuck." [6:53 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: Hazel clings onto Packie's arm out of terror. [6:54 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: He pats her back. [6:54 PM] Hana Minami! | baby chain: Hana clings to Hazel. [6:54 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Baby chain. [6:54 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | baby chain: Baby chain. [6:54 PM] Hana Minami! | baby chain: Baby chain. [6:55 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar shrugs to everyone as they crowds in, sending the elevator back up.

Not another death, but another execution.

TRIAL 3 - END

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