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I published this on Ao3 yesterday for Valentines Day! I hope you all had a wonderful Valentines day yesterday if you were with people or if you were celebrating alone!
Hope you enjoy!
No spoilers or warnings for now but this might change in future installments :)
PART 1 [!] | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | END
SUMMARY: You receive unsigned letters on Valentines Day. They might be love letters but at Night Raven College, you can never tell. A.K.A Leona Kingscholar is bad at love letters.
You open the door, the whole building shakes a little. You're unfazed to the shakiness of Ramshackle at this point.
You were about to take a step forward when you noticed a letter on your doorstep. You pick it up curiously and you're about to open it when…you shove it in your pocket.
"Grim, hurry up! Let's go!" You shout, beginning to briskly walk to the gates. No way, this was NRC. You wouldn't open this in front of Ramshackle. Knowing the guys here, it could totally be a prank and having Ramshackle be blown up would be inconvenient.
"Fygaa, got it, got it! Stop rushing me dazo!" Grim grumbles, bounding after you. He walks besides your heels as he scratches at the choker.
You can't help but feel a little dread in your stomach as you approach the main street. After all, it's February 14th.
Valentines day.
Upon showing up in Twisted Wonderland and meeting some of the guys at NRC, you knew you were doomed to be alone on this day from the very start. As attractive as some of the guys were, they were also absolute brats and no way would they ever be interested in you.
Perfect was just a title. You are just some magicless human.
Considering NRC was an all-boys school, it wouldn't be strange to maybe see a few gay couples. But if you factor in the environment… You doubt anyone here would partake in what they'd consider to be 'mushy behavior'.
You take a deep breath and enter the main street. You blink. Everything is decorated with hearts and pink. It looks like Heartslabyul vomited everywhere.
"It's really tacky, isn't it, [Name]?" An arm is suddenly on your shoulders as a weight leans down on you. "Did Heartslabyul decorate?" You asked Ace curiously.
"Yeah, we spent all morning and yesterday decorating. Cater probably posted all those pictures already on his magicam…" Deuce sighed. "Did Ace give you any chocolates?" You suddenly ask.
"What?" He looks confused while Ace is frantically shaking his head. "No way! Why would I ever give this idiot chocolates?! I-I don't like him like that!" He screeches, face red. "Oho! So you admit you like him? Are you finally accepting the fact that you're perhaps…good pals?!" You snicker loudly upon catching him.
"Nyahaha! Your face is so red dazo!" Grim joins in, laughing at the duo. "Ugh, shut up, you stupid cat! You can't even eat chocolate!" Ace scowls.
"Oi, who're you calling a cat dazo?!"
"Oh, speaking of chocolates!" Deuce snaps, the topic having easily flown past him. "Trey wanted us to give this to you for him." He went through his blazer pocket, taking out a little box.
You take it from him and shake it curiously. It sounds like their are tiny items inside. Sweets from the baker no doubt. "Nice, thank him for me if you see him." You smile, pocketing the gift along with the letter.
"Ooh! Food! Was that food dazo?! I want it!" Grim perks up at the smell. "It's for later. Maybe if you behave, I'll give you one." You hope it isn't chocolate for Grim's sake.
"Oh, henchman! What was that letter earlier by the way dazo?" You deadpanned. Grim had seen it earlier? You brace yourself with a sigh.
"Aha! What is this?! The perfect got a love letter, hm?" Ace smirks. "Whoa, so does that mean a student on campus likes you?" Deuce gasps.
"I guess I can open it now. I really doubt anyone does." You shrug. If it blows up in your face, you're blaming Ace for it. They hold their breaths in anticipation as you open the letter.
It simply says in neat handwriting,
Be prepared.
You gulp. You wait. It does not blow up. "That's…Is that a threat?" Deuce frowns. "Fygaa?! What d'they think they're doing threatening my henchman dazo?!" Grim growls.
"Bahaha! No guy would ever write a love letter to you!" Ace bursts into laughter.
"No one even sent any chocolates to you, Ace!"
"No, Trey actually made us chocolates too!"
You argue the rest of the way until you make it to class. You freeze upon entering the classroom. There, right there.
On your desk is another card. Ace bursts into more laughter while Deuce looks mildly concerned.
"Is somebody following you…?"
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the "i wrote this instead of sleeping" tag is so funny to me
like. yes. i have in fact written this at 3am. it's part of my writting process
On Ao3 I love when writers put the tag “I wrote this instead of sleeping” because of the fact that I read this instead of sleeping
Recently I've seen some posts with ideas for a Coco-Encanto crossover. It gave me inspiration for making one of my own:
After Un Poco Loco was released, it became a huge success (not as big as Remember Me, mind you) which left Ernesto and Héctor with quite the amount of money. While Ernesto went to buy a big mansion for himself, Héctor decided to save half of it and spent the rest in a simple wedding & honeymoon with Imelda. Where did they go? A Colombia tierra querida, por supuesto! Let's say they were given a tour of all thermal floors and one day when Imelda was buying gifts for her family, she met Alma. What's to happen between two newlywed women? A wholesome friendship, of course (low-key with Pedro's lyrics and Héctor's melodies Dos Orugitas may have come to life, but we're focusing on the wives here). When the honeymoon was over, they became pen-pals, exchanging recipes, chismecito and pregnancy tips, but suddenly...the letters stopped coming, and Héctor left.
I know this is where everything falls apart bc the triplets are 50 and Mama Coco is 108, but ignore that detail plz
Cut to El Día de Muertos 50 years later, Mamá Imelda asks 16 years old Miguel (he was 12 in 2017) to please find whatever happened with her old friend. When Miguel and little Coco (I actually can't find a reason for letting a minor travel travel to another with his 5yo baby sister, but why not) finally find Encanto, the town has no idea what to make of the newcomers. Can they let them in? Can they let them go and risk to be exposed? The answer will lie on the Madrigal family.
I'd like it to be a story of both personal growth and Miguel and Mirabel falling in love, but I'm not sure how to make it work.
Let me know what you think!
this poem (?) is about my relationship with my eating disorder through the years so TRIGGER WARNING! this is also the story on how I started recovery. have fun reading :)
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I only need your approval to live.
it's my food, it's my air.
I can never get enough, I guess if you starve yourself you get hungry for other things.
the number on the scale gets smaller and smaller while the hunger grows and grows.
I'm constantly running, chasing happieness, hoping I will find it in smaller clothes and sleepless nights.
Have you checked my thigh gap?
Maybe I will find it there.
Maybe I will never find it.
I know that if i keep searching for it I'll loose myself but what am I to absolution?
Do I even deserve it?
Am I pretty now?
Now that you can see my bones and the aching in my belly is all I can think about.
Is getting smaller the secret to becoming beautiful, becoming happy?
If so I'm prepared to become nothing if that means you will finally see me as enough.
why is your opinion so important to me?
you're just a tiny voice in my head, why should I listen to you?
Are you me? Am I you?
a part of me keeps fighting.
it defends me from your nasty insults, keeps telling me to just hold on, that i deserve to let you go.
But do I really?
You hurt so many people but you did it with my voice so the guilt is my burden to take.
You make me feel guilty about things that you did, say it's my fault that i told others about you and now they think the same way as I do.
Is it my fault?
I'm not sure.
you and me begann to blur, the tiny shimmer of hope that I will get rid of you dies and the need to listen to you, become you grows every day.
do I even want to keep fighting against you?
It's exhausting and going your way would be so much easier.
but then I think about the days when your voice is quiet, sometimes it wasn't even there and those memories show me that true happieness is only possible if you're gone.
so i keep fighting, keep talking against you.
I even got help.
Now i have people that listen to me, people who tell me that you're evil, that I should let you go.
but that's easier said than done.
you were my best friend, my compass in my darkest times but now i know that you were the reason the darkness kept growing.
I don't need you anymore and you're nothing without me.
Maybe you deserve to be nothing.
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summary:
“Right. Sorry to bother you, I recently moved next door.”
The guy cocked his head to the side, an 'o’ forming on his lips. They looked soft. An oddly specific thing to notice but Chuuya tried to ignore it.
“Oh.”
“And I need you to keep your— your sexual encounters to a decent volume if you don’t mind. Try to be a little respectful here, yeah?”
“...What if I don’t?”
[Or: that Soukoku AU where Chuuya just moved to his new penthouse and Dazai is that noisy neighbor who has very loud sex every night. I'm sorry.]
author: lonercat
summary: Azul tried to extend the effects of the potion that the mermen usually took every week to maintain their human form. However, he made huge miscalculation and the effects were… vastly different.