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seventhcallisto · 6 months

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Prologue.

—His Cologne.

It's said there is nothing truly perfect in this world. Yet the thought of two people coming together and finally tying the bond is considered so. It took you by surprise. Truly, was that really the most perfect thing?

When two (or more) people get together. And their bonds glow. It's perfect, and they live happily ever after. The end. But it is never really the end. You grew up with two of the most proclaimed and promising soulmates. Childhood friends from a run-down neighborhood. Being mischievous and biding time skipping school. Tied by time. Yeah, pretty perfect.

But as they grew, they dabbled in things they still have yet to tell you. (You have a clue) And began getting into terrible relationships. When they finally reconnected, they noticed the marks on their wrists glowed a beautiful violet. For a while they were content, quietly living for months. During that time you were conceived. After a while they met their third and final soulmate. mere months passed, they were worse together than they were apart.

Three young souls were burdened by the world of men and women who tore their innocent hearts and made them ruthless and savage. You'd wake up most days to screaming and yelling. Fighting and crying. Makeup breakfast and all three of them pretending to sweep it under the rug. Like clockwork. You wondered if it was just your soulmate parents. Or maybe it was an occurrence for other people. You didn't know. Sometimes, when they fought, and you'd cover your ears and pretend they didn't. You wished they had never met.

But the thought made you feel terrible. How could you wish something like that? How could you wish to tear people apart from each other; or their destined person? It turned your stomach. You cried yourself to sleep most nights they fought, not because they were fighting. But because you wished they had met different people, had different soulmates, or even.. didn't have a soul bond at all. Even going as far as to curse whoever made the marks. Truly why would God-knows-what put three mentally unstable and unwilling people together when they can't even cope around each other? You didn't get it, you would never get it.

It was a hot June day, you stepped into the house after school. Tired from the walk in the heat. You step into the hallway and then. You think. Yeah. It was then you were determined to never want a soul bond. You overhear your father. He who was the last one to be welcomed in the bond. He's hushed on the phone. His sobs pull your heart apart, he confides in your aunt. He cries through his words. He tells her 'i feels unloved, unwanted' 'i feel like a third wheel' and he doesn't know what to do about it. You hear your aunt on the other line, you can hear her worried voice and tone. He said he tried for years to fit in, but he'll never feel as close as his other partners who grew up with each other.

He doesn't even know if your two biological parents even genuinely love him. He doesn't know if he can find it in himself to even love you. The child he raised alongside his partners. His supposed soulmates. You, the kid of those two people- remind him everyday, that he's an outsider. That you'll never truly be his kid, but the kid of two people he desperately wants to love him back the way he wants. You don't eavesdrop anymore. You don't eat dinner that night. You don't even wail like you should. You're numb. Your head meets your pillow as you drift into thoughtless summer.

You don't believe in soul marks, you don't believe in the fact someone can love someone because a bodily detail told them so. No. You don't. You don't want a soulmate and you don't want a mark.

Your eighteenth birthday rolls around. Still no soulmate marks. 'You're a late bloomer,' everyone tells you. You could care less. You're ecstatic at not having one. Your birthday party ends in your parents fighting. Something you're used to by then. you're moving out sooner than a month later. Biding farewell to your run-down neighborhood and childhood friends, some of whom have their soul partners hanging off their arms. Every glance you make at their soul bonds makes you queasy. Deep down your gut, still twists at the thought of it somehow appearing. A sudden bloom of a mark catching you off guard. You shake those thoughts away.

Your new apartment is centered in the city, even though you aren't a big fan. Anything to get away is fine with you. It's small, homily, with good lighting and a small balcony that you spend most nights reading by. Your bedroom is not even two steps away from the kitchen. You can't complain though. It's mostly modern for the price you're renting it at.

You're more than settled when it's three and a half years later. You've just earned a promotion at your job. Your passion for graphic design really blossomed into what you wish it would. You find yourself becoming satisfied with the way your life is. Maybe a pet would make it better?

You've thought about it most days. You slip into the bathroom, brushing your teeth. You don't mind your reflection. You know what you're gonna see when you look up. It's warm enough to wear spring clothing. A long dreadful winter has passed once again. You spit the remaining toothpaste and wash it down with some mouthwash. You know every nook and cranny of your small apartment. Finding your dresser and pulling clothing out.

Before you shimmy it on. You're looking in your reflection. Your heart drops. A single mark on your left shoulder. A mark in the shape of a rose. You're out of breath as you scrub and scrub. All you leave behind is a red mark. You cry silently to yourself all day. The city lights glimmer and shine upon your tears on the balcony. Your pants ride up your calves. You haven't gotten dressed since earlier that day, a loose hoodie and a plain pair of grey sweats you threw on frantically to cover up. of course, on your day off, you get this terrible news.

It was so rare that someone wouldn't have a soul mark. Deep down, you prayed you would be a part of those rare people. How silly of you to hope you'd be spared from this. You're mindlessly scratching your ankle, tracing a pattern. For some reason, your head drops down to look at what you're doing. A gasp gets caught in your throat.

There on the curve of your left ankle that's propped up on the chair with you: is another mark. The infinity symbol with two dots on each side. You pull away like it burned you, foot slamming onto the concrete beneath you. You're rushing into the apartment like you can run away from it. Slamming your sliding door behind you. You're striping off your clothes frantically, only left in your undergarments. Not soon after you stand bare in front of your mirror. Tears welling up in your eyes.

There are four more symbols you can spot immediately. 3. in the center valley of your breasts, it mimics a tattoo. it's the arrow of a bow. 4. Another on the front of your right hip is a seventeen percent full waxing cresent moon. The rest is filled in with black to simulate the shadow. 5. flushed on the front view of your left hip, four distinct fingerprints, they connect like constellations, short bursts of lines. It's curved to mimic where a hand would press flat.

6. On your stomach, right below your belly button. A tiny figure of a man lays on his palms, he's no bigger than an inch. He's etched out like a sketch. His features are small but extremely detailed. His torso is bare, showing off his lean muscles, his hair fluffy, and it pools around to caress his blurred face. His left leg is tucked under his extended right that drips off like it's plunged into a body of water that creates ripples. Across his lap is a blanket. 7... seven? You take a sharp breath. It's brand new. It wasn't there a second ago. How'd you miss it?

The seventh mark is on your left thigh, it's a twisted branch that flowers hang from, there's no color but if there was; red would be the color of every pedal, it almost covers the whole front of your thigh. You pray that's it. You pray there's no more. You turn around to check the rest of your body, oh no. Just your luck. When you pull your hair over, you catch sight of the 8th soul mark. A dragon, how silly. But it's just a dragon, wings spread wide and it crawls up the length of your neck. Barely out of view, hidden by your hair or clothes when you wear some, an inch and a half at most. Next, 9th. A butterfly thats missing a corner of its wing, Nestled on your left shoulder hanging to a flower. 10th. An outline of a tiger ready to strike right between your shoulder blades.

11th. Your collarbone, new and appearing before your eyes. An acurate black hole swirls right where your collarbone would be/is. 12. A shooting star, its on your right wrist. 13. A goldfish on your left wrist, swimming in a circle. 13...

You're a wreck. You counted 13. Thirteen marks. Soul marks. Soulmates. You have thirteen. What kind of sick joke could this be on you. When you finished counting you threw a fit for the first time in your life. Even when you were a kid, you were never fussy. How the tables turn. Hyperventilating and kicking anything closest to you. You acted out to gain any sense of control. By the time you were done screaming at the world, towards the sky, and whoever above. You fell into a heap on the floor. Tears streamed. And streamed. And streamed.. until you couldn't cry.

You got dressed, made yourself comfortable, all silently. Then went to bed.

Your neighbors weren't very happy. Actually- they're nice people, almost called the cops though at your outburst. 'I'm fine, really. I thought I saw a roach,' you joked. Not a roach, but the feeling of thirteen marks on you made you feel uncomfortable with yourself as if there really was one. The week following was the lowest in your life. You did enough research to kill an interviewer. Soulmates dont really have divorce. But you can remove a soul mark, If you do, it will hurt. Forever, actually. You'll always feel empty. And lonely without your soulmate, under the wiki is a soulmates therapy helpline. Slapped into your face in bold red letters.

God. Your head hurts. Last week made you feel like you were on a roller coaster. You're all out of excuses that allow you not to attend anything. You need time to think about what you're gonna do, how you're gonna avoid this. No way are you gonna bunker down with thirteen people, and somehow find a middle ground and live happily ever after. You don't usually run away from your problems.. but maybe this time, you can get away with it.

Your name is called, and you blink back into reality. "Yes?" You respond, glancing up at your boss. "We're gonna go grab some dinner. Do you wanna come?" She smiles, Eunha is on the older side. Her smile lines are beautiful, and her clothing always fits perfectly. "Sure, let me grab my bag." You smile politely. Food has surely gotta get your mind off this. Even for a moment.

The restaurant is bustling with life. Everyone from every office has a table, smacking of lips and laughter rings out. Clinks of glass surround you. You find yourself in the center of it all. Yet you can't help but feel farthest away. Your fingers pull at a loose thread on your blouse. To avoid suspicion, you converse as much as your mind will let you. Drink as much as you can, and eat as much as you can stomach. All the while drowning in your own thoughts.

"Hey, is that your soul mark?" Taejun points out directly at the goldfish poking just under the cuff of your blouse. The hue shines brightly, almost as if a black light is on it. He's always been nosy. Yet your stomach sinks, and your smile falls away. He notices, of course. "Sorry. Touchy subject -" You're cutting him off. "I gotta go to the - the restroom," you pull away abruptly, grabbing your purse. Pushing your cuff down. You smooth your hand over it a couple of times ferociously.

You hope that glowing hue isn't what you think it is. You excuse yourself past people, moving towards the exit of the establishment. Just your luck, you bump into someone, their drink spills all over your left arm. "Sorry -" You go to apologize just as they do. Your wrist catches the corner of your eyes. The goldfish swims animated. It's so bright in such a dimly lit area. You can't hide the shine it creates. An orange glow casts off your face and the man you bump into.

Your eyes pull up like magnets to the man. His face is hidden behind a black mask, and an equally black hoodie is pulled over his head. Dark hair pools around his circular glasses. Your breath catches in your throat. He doesn't move an inch. His eyes search yours. His words are lodged in his throat. "I.." he speaks first.

"Wonwoo!" Dokyeom calls for his friend, his soul mark glows vibrantly, and he feels a connective pull to the brunette man. Wonwoos eyes pull from yours, glancing to his younger member.

You take the opportunity. It takes every ounce of strength to pull yourself away from the gorgeous man. You feel like Cinderella, God - why are you pulling away? You're pushing against people and finally make it out the door. "Wait!" A voice calls. A hand grips your own. The same left wrist, it glows brighter than before. The marks are connected despite you wishing they weren't.

"No!" You cry out, like it'll stop glowing. It's blinding. You feel like you can't breathe. The man from before pulls you back from the door. His eyes are squinted from how bright the connection is. People gasp and bump into each other, flash-banged by a sudden- unsee before soul flash. You wiggle out of his gasp.

Then you run, and you run. And you don't stop until you've made it all the way home. A drive that would take 10 minutes at most through the city. You block out every street lamp, every step of stairs you take, every person you bump into. You block it all out. You're running away again.

And you feel deep down that this time... it wasn't the best idea.

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milkmanxreader · 20 days

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

You paused brushing your hair mid-stroke, head quirking to the side to look at the door. Faintly, the sound of the door opening and slamming shut could be heard. Dammit. You had really hoped your husband— Robert, a short round man with messy dirty blonde hair and dull brown eyes— would be working late, yet again. With a sigh of unease, you heaved yourself up from the stool in front of your vanity, gazing at your tired face in the clean mirror.

When had your appearance changed so much?

Of course, you were still stunning, your hair neat, and a nice colour. Despite all the years of a loveless marriage, your {E/C} eyes were still magnetic, and full of hope. Part of you really did hope your awful love-life with Robert could be fixed— even if deep down you knew it was far beyond repair. But it was a nice thought none the less.

"Where the hell is my food?" An irritated voice called from downstairs, snapping you out of your thoughts. Quickly, you made your way down the stairs with your hand gliding along the railing next to you.

For the most part, you loved your life, and home. Robert had a nice job, which meant you'd be able to live in this nice, large home, and not have to worry about getting a job you'd end up hating, though you didn't much like being a housewife either. You found it boring, and often fretted the common thing of husbands' cheating on their wives whilst out "working late."

Once you made it downstairs to the living room, you saw Robert pouring himself a glass of amber liquid, ice in the bottom of the glass. He brought the glass to his lips and quickly downed half of the whiskey. "Hello, honey," you offered lamely, brows upturned and a small smile plastered across your face— even if you didn't feel like smiling. He liked women who smiled, and Robert being happy meant less arguments in the long run.

He sharply turned his head to face you, glaring at you with contempt.

"..I'll get your supper dished out,"

Robert nodded, before turning his head back around and going back to his drinking. Fucking asshole. With meek steps you scurried to the kitchen. Once there, you opened the oven, a pan which was still — thankfully — warm sat inside of the interior, and it smelled wonderful too. Putting on oven mitts, you took out the pan and set it on the counter. Meatloaf.

Supper was silent, the only noise being the quiet sounds of eating, and forks scraping against the plates, a sound which made you cringe slightly. Robert acted like you weren't there. And maybe mentally you weren't.

Why on Earth did you want this life? To be a housewife? Growing up your mother was unmarried, nor was she dating anyone. She had always romanticized this life, her words laced with honey as she would pour out her dreams of finding some rich handsome man. Of course, she never did. But her raw adoration for such a simple, yet attractive lifestyle made you crave it just as much as she.

It was the worse mistake of your life. You loathed this, loathed Robert. His passion was long gone, with it your happiness, and sexual pleasure. Whilst "love"-making wasn't completely vanished, any of your pleasure being priority was. He was fast, rough, and awfully bad, too. Not a good combination.

Not to say at one time you didn't mind the roughness, or fast pace, but that was back when he loved you. Now, he treated foreplay like a chore, and all you'd receive was bad dirty talk, and mediocre fingering, and hardly much of the latter. It was just all that— a chore.

You didn't even have anyone to properly weep your woes to. Robert didn't like you shooting the breeze with other men, and all of your women friends were cherry-picked by him, the wives of his friends

They were all rude bitches. It was as if they saw just because they were a bit older that they were somehow better than you. Or maybe they felt that way because of your lack of children.

Not that you were infertile, no, you could have a child if you wanted it. But that was just it, wasn't it? You didn't want children. Occasionally you'd have to look after one of your "friends" ankle-bitters, and they seemed much more trouble than they were worth. If you wanted something to take care of; just get a cat, or dog.

Robert seemed a bit upset with your lack of child, too. It was often a sore subject which led to arguments, so you seldom brought it up. And he did the same, for which you were grateful.

You were a lonely housewife looking for some form of escapism. Cheating was never on your mind, but you craved excitement, and something far away from Robert.

Without wasting a single moment, the second Robert had finished eating he stood up and walked away, likely to the shared bedroom. With a grunt of irritation, you stood and collected up the freshly emptied plates, taking them to the sink to wash them.

Your hands slowly scrubbed the plates, wanting to prolong the time you stayed up into the night. Robert seldom cared if you laid with him at night, but the way he just.. ignored, turned away, or shoved you off stung, and often you'd have to blink away tears.

Half the time you couldn't even register your own feelings. Maybe isolated. Definitely lonely.

But, surely there was more out there for you, wasn't there? Maybe you could divorce Robert, move far, far away. You'd for sure be shunned if you got a divorce, nobody would want you— a woman who couldn't even be a right wife? Awful. But if you moved away, you could tell the new folks that you were.. a widow, or something.

That sounded nice.

Even if deep down,

you knew,

Robert would never allow you to divorce him. It'd hurt his ego far too much.

#francis mosses #francis x reader #thats not my neighbor francis #francis mosses tnmn #francis mosses thats not my neighbor #milk man #milk man x reader #fanfiction #x reader #prolouge

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xspeter · 2 months

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PROLOGUE

should’ve kept every grocery store receipt

‘cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Warnings: parental death

masterlist

♥︎

Getting over moms death was hard. Impossible even.

How were you meant to get over your own mother dying? You couldn’t. It just wasn’t feesable.

Even now as you stand at her grave you can’t believe it. Your dad holds a seven year old you’s hand, much larger fist practically engulfing your own.

You don’t even cry. You can’t.

Your mom is dead. And the world moves on.

But there was one thing she left behind for you. It was silly, but it was hers.

Rom-Coms.

Nights spent in your parents bedroom, princess nightgown clad onto your body as you and your mom laughed at the tv. No matter how absurd the movie, you always enjoyed it, because you got to watch it with her.

Her favorite was ‘27 Dresses’. She’d watch it over and over again, and even when you complained she’d just shrugged it off.

Eventually, after what you were sure had to be the fifth watch of the same movie in just two weeks, you asked her why she was so obsessed with it.

She’d given you a soft smile and thrown her arm around you, “Because it lets us know that happiness is always waiting for us,” She’d whispered in your ear, snuggling closer to you on the comfort of her bed. “Even when it seems out of reach, it’s there. You just have to open your eyes to see it.”

You didn’t realize it then, but your mother always had a way of being right.

♥︎

short but sweet! the real chapters will be much longer i promise! also we’re pretending all of the romcoms im going to mention in this series were made in the 80s!

#steve harrington x reader #joe keery x reader #steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things #better than the movies au #prolouge #stranger things x reader #xspeter #time after time xspeter

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jessiemeows · 2 months

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Lost and Found

Prolouge꞉ Straight off the Nautiloid

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x Durge/Female Tiefling.

Prologue. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of blood and gore, very fluffy in the beginning.

A/N: Hi! I have the first few chapters already lined up for my long-form fic. This is a slow burn but will pick up very quickly! Basically, the story is how I headcannon how both Astarion and my Durge feel throughout their adventures together. It's a lot of filling in between the main events that happen in the game.

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It was scorching hot, so unbearably hot. Eris could feel her skin burning under the blazing sun and the sand felt like an open flame to any flesh that was exposed to it. Slowly, she began to sit up. Her head was foggy and she felt an overwhelming amount of dizziness. The tiefling groaned while rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

After a few moments, the tiefling realized that what had just happened on the nautiloid was not a nightmare but real life. Eris was stunned by the mess of things. She remembered taking control of the ship, the dragon, and then the ship crashing. The last thing she recalled was a mind flayer sitting next to her during the crash, and then nothing more. Now, the tiefling found herself alive and well on some beach. Well, as alive as she could be. She still had no idea who she truly was. She had hoped that when she was out of the Hells, she would at least have a single memory. But all she knew was her name and the tadpole that had been launched into her brain.

Eris stood up slowly, feeling the world spin around her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. She surveyed the grim scene before her, “Corpses and a wrecked mindflayer ship. Wonderful,” she muttered bitterly.

As she approached a lifeless body, she let out a heavy sigh. She searched frantically for supplies or a map to guide her through this unfamiliar territory, but her efforts were in vain.

“Well, that was a complete waste of time,” the tiefling said with her voice dripping with annoyance.

As she sat there, staring at the corpse something unexpected began to stir inside her. Her lips slowly curved upwards, forming a faint smile. Quickly realizing she shook her head in disapproval, her once smile disappeared and was replaced by a frown of disgust. The sudden change left her feeling disoriented and her head began to throb. Nausea soon followed, making her feel even worse.

After moments of trying to regain her composure, the tiefling decided that it would be better to distract herself away from the deceased bodies for the time being.

“Fresh water, there must be some sort of settlement around here,” Eris said as she began walking towards the river, she began grabbing handfuls of water to wash away any grime from her face. The water was cold and refreshing against her hot skin. Staring into the river now lost in her thoughts she concluded that her best option would be to search for Shadowheart, the half-elf, and the gith. Perhaps they could assist her in locating someone who could remove the parasites from their brains. However, for the time being, she would have to scavenge for anything she could find, attempt to communicate with the deceased if the body wasn't damaged, and look for anyone willing to provide her with assistance.

As Eris resumed her search, she felt the intense urge to harm the women she was looking for. She tried to subdue what was brewing inside her, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her left wrist, accompanied by a wave of nausea that was ten times worse than before. Her breathing became quickly rapid as she tried to calm herself down, her heartbeat was now uncontrollable and she felt faint. Dark spots began to plague her vision and she threw her hands on her knees trying to stabilize herself. After a few moments, she regained her composure, took a deep breath, and continued with her search.

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He was hiding, he had to run, anything to get away from that damned sun. Astarion was cowering into the shadows, after desperately fleeing from the sun’s blistering rays. Confusion had fogged his mind. Had he been lying in the hot sun for hours or days? He didn't incinerate, nor was he in searing pain. It all seemed too strange, and he had no idea what was happening. Memories of being woken up by the woman approaching him on the beach flooded his mind. Her words sounded all jumbled, he could barely decipher what she was saying. Out of fear, he quickly fled from her. His sheer panic ultimately saved his life as the strange creatures from the nautiloid mercilessly attacked and killed the woman.

As the elf hid among the wreckage of the nautiloid, the brains were now inside stalking about. He was pondering the idea of braving the sunlight once more but those thoughts quickly passed. Suddenly he heard a young woman’s, low, raspy voice across from the nautiloid echoing. Was she using a speak-to-the-dead spell on someone? This poor, unfortunate young soul was soon going to reach their demise, he didn't even bother to look because he knew it was going the end for her would come quickly. “How dumb could this girl be?” he mused to himself.

A sudden plunk of a bowstring pierced the air interrupting his thoughts. To his surprise, an arrow had been flung straight into one of the brains followed by a loud cry. Astarion quickly moved his head to see what the commotion was and to his astonishment, it was the young woman who was fighting the brains. The beasts used a synaptic discharge on her but their aim must have been off due to injury, leaving her with a large blistering wound on her leg. The tiefling woman was now limping towards the brains, she drew her bow and let loose another arrow, and one of the brains dropped dead. She swiftly sprinted towards the other brain dodging its attack and made a lethal blow to it with her scimitar.

“Hells,” he thought to himself. This is the very same woman that he had seen darting around on the nautiloid while he was trapped inside that forsaken pod. Why was she now killing them when Astarion could have sworn she had been allied with one before the ship crashed? For a moment he thought this couldn't be her but no doubt it was. It was the same tiefling with luscious long black curls pulled back into a ponytail, clad in a sleeveless purple breastplate that showcased the familiar tattoos peeking out from beneath her wrist wrappings.

As he watched her, he couldn’t help but notice how breathtakingly beautiful she was. “A pretty little thing,” he mused to himself. Quickly snapping himself out of his daze and realized he needed a plan. It dawned on him that he could potentially coax information out of her, especially now that she was weakened., it would be easier for him to strike. He had to act quickly, so, he braced himself for the blazing sun and sprinted his way up a path. Filled with conjecture about his next move, he observed the young tiefling limping towards the river.

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 11 months

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OMWAT Official Prologue

It's Time. It's Here. (I'm scared)

The time has come at last. I am super excited to finally post a bit of what I have been working on with everyone, I had a lot of fun coding and writing this, even if it's a little short.

I'm still going to be adding and fixing things as we go, Act 2 is already mostly written, so once I am done editing it, I will get to coding.

But I am taking this weekend off however, I sorta crunched to code this ASAP and besides, I really want to see how you all react to OMWAT's beginning.

I will be keeping an eagle's eye on my inbox so PLEASE let me know what you think; give me feedback, criticism, suggestions, all of it.

I hope this helps piques your interest and that you all stick around for OMWAT's development with me!

Link to the Prologue: Dashingdon: Link

Updates:

7/12/23 - Added around 2,000 extra words to flesh some things out.

7/11/23 - The beginning of Act 2 is live.

6/17/23 - Ebony skin tone showing up as Tan fixed.

6/15/23 - Gender neutral pronouns fixed.

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yeojinnii · 3 months

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for the better, for the worst, and for the better again.

should i make more parts? lmk

ex boyfriend! cheating! karma akabane, slight asano x reader, angst, with a good ending. (if u like asano then its good, if not then welp🤷‍♀️)

“did you say something?” [name] asked.

“no…no not at all.” nagisa sighed, for what must’ve been the hundredth time

“oh, alright.” how their eyes never left him, even when talking to someone else entirely, nagisa, or e-class, might never know.

arguably he wasn’t doing anything worth watching. leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets, seemingly uninterested in his classmates conversations in-front of him. he was literally just leaning there..and yet.

did his hair always look like that? or was the wind just in his favor today? was that a new shirt, new blouse? maybe it was his eyes..or maybe just his figure..or m-

“[name]!”

a small ‘huh?’ escaped the dazed student. no longer were they in the outside gym of the e-class ‘island’, but sitting in their uncomfortably cold chair. in a uncomfortably unfamiliar classroom.

their teacher sighed. “please pay more attention.”

they nodded while staring bullets into their desk. the book [name] was supposed to be reading was probably collecting dust by now.

[name] turned to their left. no longer were they greeted with the charming red head they enjoyed seeing so much. instead, the seat was empty. as if to remind them that even after being moved, they would..could still never move on.

asano’s smile was, at first glance, fake, when he re-welcomed you on the campus. suddenly all the harassment he put them and their friends through didn’t matter anymore.

‘friends.’ if they could even say that anymore.

friends don’t do the stuff that karma had done to them. it didn’t matter wether it took 3 days or 3 years, they had to atleast act like they were better off without them.

“i didn’t know he could go that far.”

nothing was too far for karma akabane. they learned that the hard way. “what’s it matter to you, gakushuu?” their voice was firm, yet shaky. sharp, yet dull. hopefully hopeless.

it was silent for a moment. the right words couldn’t exactly describe why he cared.

“i don’t need your pity.”

“this isn’t pity, [name].”

“and at first i thought, ‘i can’t be mad at her.’ but..but she knew! she knew what was happening and she didn’t say a goddamn word!” they cried out, legs pulled together loosely as their eyes stared down into the currently growing rain puddle in front of them.

asano himself wasn’t even sure how they got into this situation. but here he was, listening, watching the once e-class student pour their heart out about his rival who broke their heart. who lied to them. who tricked them.

he genuinely didn’t know what to say. not like anything he said could make this better, but was the silence worse?

[name] sniffled again. at this point it didn’t matter that they were crying their eyes out to the guy who karma had spent restless hours trying to beat, talking down to, trying to prove his own dominance to. it didn’t matter that it was asano, it just mattered that it was someone. the fact that it was asano would either lift them up or crush them down.

maybe they picked up the dangerous tendencies from karma.

“it’s not like i’m killing him! i’m just-”

“i’m the one with a reputation here, [name]. i’m not going to ‘date’ you for your petty revenge.” asano stood up swiftly, his face didn’t look like it could be convinced otherwise.

“not even a date or something? it’s not even real, gakushu! we could just be really good friends! that works!” [name] stumbled to stand up, grabbing their bag as they followed in line like a puppy, stealing half the space from asano’s umbrella without permission.

“acquaintances.”

“what?”

“good acquaintances.”

he held out the umbrella for them to take, his body facing the opposite path to their house, but his head faced directly at them, at their eyes.

relief washed out the remaining tears. it was close enough. close enough for [name]. they took the umbrella but their hands lingered on his. their heart hissing at her to stop. the wounds of their past lover still ate at their core, eating away at any relationship, romantic or not, they had.

mentally, it stung. it hurt. it pained. going to asano wasn’t what they wanted. maybe it was something they needed. or maybe the situation was only going to go downhill from here.

he turned around to his own road. they lived opposite of each other, which meant they had to cut this rather interesting meeting short. [name] didn’t know wether to love it or hate it.

“goodnight, [name].”

“bye, gakushu.”

maybe moving to e-class was for the better. it taught them so much, they met so many people, and learned so much about their self to.

maybe meeting karma was for the worst. lies. fakes. months of evidence plastered right there, but only when it was clearly in front of them did it sink in.

so maybe, and just maybe, seeing asano again was for the better.

the umbrella sat tightly in their grip.

it felt nice to smile again.

#┆彡 kens stuff #karma akabane #asano gakushuu #asano gakushuu x reader #asano x reader #assassination classroom #fanfic #prolouge #karma x reader #ass class

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𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐘; 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘖𝘕 ⚖️

∙∙∙> ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ 𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐘 ¿

𝙼𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 (ᴡᴏᴄ) 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺, 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝚅𝚈 𝙾𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝚄𝙱𝙱𝚈/𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙰 𝙱𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙾, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝚆 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃.

𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 !

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𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩

𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮

𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 (ʙᴏ, ʙʀᴀʜᴍs, ᴍɪᴄʜᴇᴀʟ, ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ)

𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺

𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘮𝘢𝘯 (ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴡ/ᴛᴏᴍ)

𝘦𝘶𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴

𝘺𝘰𝘶 (ᴊᴏᴇ)

𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴

𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴

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amunraanders · 11 months

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It was a gloomy dark and windy sunday afternoon , the digital watch beside your bed was glowing in a deep dark red shade in the dimly lit room you were sleeping in. First thought upon looking at the watch felt fuzzy as well as disorriented and the feeling didn't seem to subside even after what felt like an eternity passing.

'Bzzzzzz, Bzzzzzz' your phone had been vibrating for at least 10 Minutes before,you even considered opening your eyes.

'strange' was your First thought as you didn't remember setting an alarm.

So you rolled around in the bed as your mind started pondering about the promises of meetups you made,to at least three different people.

'Sunday...sunday ...huh?' did you promise to meet up to with someone on sunday?Or did you forget an important call? Perhaps someones Birthday?

a loud sigh left your lips as you began to strech your already tensed muscles.

Your body ached as you did so but your mind didnt stop wandering,lost in countless thoughts.

'I don't rememb- ' eyes suddenly opened wide , as the Realisation Struck you.

'FUCK fuck fuck ' you shouted loudly

'oh no No No No , that was today?'

Frantically you tried to locate your phone under the muddled Up blankets and pillows, your hands examining every Inch of fabric for any anomalities or bumps as a muffled vibration arose under the sheets, fingers still urgently searching for it.

'hello' your voice spoke softly even before your Hands brought the Phone to your ear.

'Hi giirrrrl ,where are you? We've been waiting for you' Bianca said while giggling.

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The smugness in her voice made you think about the last time you went to one of these sleepovers.

As always It started out pretty harmless, everyone was having fun chatting, laughing, enjoying their drinks ,when suddenly Bianca brought up the topic of Dating. You rolled your eyes at her , as you knew exactly what was about to happen since it already happened twice before.

The whole group started getting closer together , cackling at the topic.

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' and also Liv brought someone new she'd like you to meet. So hurry up already'

The other girls were clearly chuckling and snickering in the Background.

'Sure Bia, I'll be there in 30' , i'll just need to take a quick Shower beforehand" you said tiredly.

" Okay Just Hurry Up already , Kevin's been waiting for you" she chuckled loudly as she hung up.

'not again ' you thought as you sluggishly got Up from the bed, practically dragging yourself to the bathroom.

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Taking a quick shower was outside of your usual routine , as you enjoyed taking long baths in boiling hot water with loads of foam and bath scrubs.

'has to suffice" you thought as your hands scrubbed away the thoughts of all the times your Friends Tried to Hook you Up with someone new.

"Im sure they only wish me well".

It seemed Like they didn't understand that you weren't interested in Dating,

Or maybe it was the fact that they didn't know that you secretly weren't into men at all. It gave you the ick , each time they brought up finding some hot guy for you to Date.

First it was Kent then it was Sam and now Kevin? How were you going to get out of this situation this time.

Your head started hurting at the thought of coming up with a new fake excuse , for not being able to make it to the Date they arranged for you.

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*Knock knock kn-*

You didnt even have the time to Knock for the third time before the door flung Open.

"Heeeeeey giiirl" two hands greedily pulled you in , hands thugging at your already torn dress.

"Oh so you dressed up for Him"

"No I didn't" you said silently , your voice getting lost in the already loud surrounding.

"Doesn't matter anyways.He's here and I'd like you to get to know him" Bianca spoke, while she eagerly pulled you inside the living room.

"Look everyone , (y/n) finally arrived! We've been waiting for you " the girls started cheering drunkenly.

You greeted everyone with a quiet wave,not really saying much.

"H..Hi Girls..been a long time since we last saw each other " trying to force a Smile,but failing misserably , you tried to hide your embarassment by tucking your hair from besides your ear, in front of your face , so nobody would notice how uncomfortable you were.

"Yeah its time to meet Kevin now" Bianca spoke filled with thrill.

You tried to pull back, shaking your head in disapproval, although no one seemed to notice ..beside..this one Girl.. you've never seen before.

She was tall with Hair as black as the night, what caught you off guard tho, was not her looks or the way she looked at you.. it was the way she moved herself inbetween Bianca and yourself.

Mumbled Words...you couldnt really make out what she was saying, or what anyone else was saying either.

Eyes were fixated on her Features .

on her lips ..and how she was passionate about what she was saying.

You couldnt help the Feeling of something 'else' , you've never felt or experienced ever before , forming in the pit of your stomach.

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#part one

Part two will be posted soon

#demi bennett #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley #smackdown #reader x rhead ripley #long story #prolouge #part one #exciting

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hiddenlibary · 1 year

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Twinning Divinity: Prologue- Missing

It’s been 12 hours, half a day since your sister was officially classified as missing by the authorities. It was a literal hell.

She had mysteriously vanished from her room in the middle of the night, there were no signs of a break-in either. Worried about your safety, your parents basically locked you in your room, not wanting the same thing to happen to you. The only time you were allowed to leave was when you went to school, and your parents were wary about that the next morning.

You and your sister were well known and a lot of people did their best to keep your mind off it.

Though that could only do so much.

You two used to do everything together, not to mention you were the cliche “twins but opposites”. She was always open and a bit of an airhead, you were calm and kept to your self most of the time.

It was already the end of the day so you were walking home while scrolling through your phone. Your friends had messaged you asking if you wanna go out, the fair was open and they were gonna buy tickets. You declined, not having the energy to go anywhere. Though there was one thing you had in mind to do. When ever you or her were upset you both took condolence in an online game. Genshin Impact.

One you arrived home you noticed a note on the fridge. Your parents did this when ever they had to leave unexpectedly, this seemed to be one of those days.

You walked upstairs and into your room before dropping your bag and sitting in front of your computer. You put your headset on then started up the game, the starting screen had always given you a sense of tranquility no matter how may times you saw it. One you opened the game everything seemed normal, though your attention was drawn to a quest that suddenly popped up.

“Balanced Divinity.”

It seemed like it was part of the main story but you were caught up on the archon quest and the next update has yet to be released. When you open the quest tap for details the text was glitched, it wasn’t even readable. Not having anything else to you you clicked navigate.

Though once’s you closed the tab the game froze before the game suddenly closed, you tried to reopen it but an error screen kept popping up. After a couple minutes of trying you gave up and scrolled on your phone. After a few minutes you fell asleep.

Completely unaware of the quest screen that opened.

"Head to l1#8@$, go +@ &7#%¿ @? find your counterpart."

#sagau x reader #sagau #genshin x reader #twinning divinity #prolouge #sagau genshin #genshin sagau

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iiibxtrflyy · 1 year

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Come Inside Of My Heart

Australia was hot in February.

Strange compared to places such as Korea which were frigid in the early months, but because Australia lay in the Southern Hemisphere - it was a lot hotter than other countries in the months beginning the year.

You started to regret coming to the cafe by St. Kilda Beach. The beach was crowded, the weather pleasant enough for hordes of people to travel from around Melbourne and the surrounding areas to relax by the sea side. Paying no one attention, you dutifully started at the Mint Chocolate ice cream, melting slowly in the tub in front of you.

Everything reminded you of her.

One of your closest friends leaving you made you heart clench almost painfully. You had started to burry yourself in work, hoping to distract your mind from her. It was all in vain, memories of her resurfaced forcefully.

Right now, the memory of her forcing you to try Hawaiian pizza made you chuckle. You still hated it, but maybe a little less - since she enjoyed it. Then, the memory of walking around Melbourne on an evening just like this, pinkies linked. She told you so awful jokes, which made you cringe and laugh. She would complain about the warm weather, while you basked in the sun’s rays, laughing at her pout.

She was passionate about music, for as long you could remember. She always carried around her ukulele, becoming obsessed with playing it after learning how to do so during music class in Elementary school. She serenaded you with your favourite songs, her melodious voice sounding sweet in your ears. Her gift for music inspired you to become interested, taking up the guitar in your early teenage years. Many hours were spent together, singing to One Direction and playing on your guitar and ukulele respectively.

When she departed to Korea, she told you to keep playing the guitar, and to never forget her.

How could you ever forget her?

She was you first everything.

First friend.

First person you attended a concert with.

First music partner.

First crush.

You hated yourself slightly. How disgusting that you liked your friend. She was just being polite, but when she held your hand and hugged you - your stupid little heart always jumped. You were stubborn, finding confessing feelings hard - so you decided to create the perfect song to act as a love letter. In her absence, she would probably never see it. She resided eleven hours and fifty seven minutes away, with a two hour difference of time zone. Churning out lyrics, guitar tunes and beat mash ups, you worked tirelessly. Till the perfect song was produced.

Titled; ‘Come Inside Of My Heart’.

Lamenting your feelings of attraction, but narrating how your personality kept your true thoughts and feelings away from her. Begging her to forgive you for your walls built around your mind in an act to protect yourself, which hurt her on many occasions. You invited her into your heart, the key to your innermost fears and emotions.

It was a place only she could see.

Your song was extremely popular on social media, many people your age relating to your conflicting emotions about someone you loved a lot, but found difficult to confess your overwhelming feelings too.

It was just your luck when you were casted by a major company. Deserving a much needed break from school and music, you and your family travelled to Korea. While shopping, you were approached by a woman, who handed you a business card. It read Big - Hit Entertainment. You stared, puzzled that you knew that company name before. It then hit you. The Big Hit Global Audition in October 2019. She passed it and then moved to Korea in the New Year.

Would you be reunited with her? It was a stretch, but worth trying.

You wanted to see Hanni again.

#hanni x reader #newjeans x reader #prolouge #soloist reader #come inside of my heartttt

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jellidecoffee · 1 year

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Tw: Archeon Quest spoiler for 3.2 , the use of scaramouche's real name

And I think that's it comment if there's anything else I can add to the warning.

{Edited! }

"Loved"

Prologue

Mother reader x scaramouche

As the settled the sun and gave some of its light to the riseing moon a gust of electrical shock came with a burst. The ornaments in her hat chimes as she made her way to where the sudden burst came from.

A limp body was seen in front of the domain it has no pulse no nothing not even body heat. They were shocked that Ei would abandon the "prototype" then suddenly the "prototype" slowly opened it's? Eyes haveing tears falling out.

"Who-who are you!" It said

'Hmm it seems that you need help, have anywhere else to go to child?'

"..."

"Though I cannot force you on what to do, but if you don't want to get hurt follow me I will not say otherwise "

As they began to walk, the prototype followed her it's long hair flow-ing in the wind as it tried to process what's happening.

After a Quiet hike down the beach a beautiful hut reside's , near a cave filled with painting's of stars, and where a small kitchen,small table with two chair's and a study table sits in the corner with rolls and rolls of scroll reside.

"Come in"

They said to the puppet as the water flows under the kubo/hut

"and don't forget to dust off you feet before entering"

As she hangs her hat the ornament's clicking with each other.

As they enter the aboad the wild cats came for there daily feeding a black and orange fur and blue green eyes

Came closer to the puppet a small purr coming from the small critter.

"Come uhh? "

"Kunikuzushi..."

"Kunikuzushi can you please get that wooden bowl and fill it up with some fish from the chest on the right and give it to the cats."

As the prototype start to get the wooden bowl the small critter rubs its body against the prototype's legs as 7 other cats shows up.

"Thank you kunikuzushi want some food? "

"I-i am fine who are you? "

"Hmm... I am Y/n. There's some dango in the table in the cave 🍡 if your hungry, but if you want to sleep early go to the room on the left, I'll be at the cliff on top of the hill you need anything"

To that they left the pupet trying to adjust to the kubo/hut.

As the sun sets the god talks to its old friend.

Re-blogs and comments are appreciated

Do not steal or translate any of my work but shareing with friends are allowed

#scaramouche #scara fluff #genshin fluff #mother #platonic #scarafanfic #scara x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #scara genshin #mother reader #fypppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp #fluff #fluff fic #prolouge

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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Prologue

next chapter , masterlist

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The planet Pandora. A world apart, full of mysteries and undiscovered species. A world that belonged to the Na'vi, one tribe of many on the planet.

The forest people all had a deep inexplicable connection to nature, its animals and its trees. There was peace between the tribes and other species for hundreds and even thousands of years.

But then came their greatest enemy. The human being. Man with his hard metal, with his machines with only one goal.

Pandora for themselves to have it cost what it will and they did. It would be a genocide, but it did not matter for the humans. They got what they wanted until one day.

The day a wheelchair bound soldier and a blind biologist stepped out of one of the planes. Not knowing that what would follow in the months to come would change not only their lives but the lives of all.

But that was not the reason why everything around them was burning. The fire ate through the forest and made her heart ache. ,,Why?" came like a whisper from her lips.

She felt not only her own fear, but the fear of her banshee flowing through her as well. Despite the smoke around her, she saw him clearly. The reason why she could not do it.

The reason why she hesitated and did not let go of the strung arrow. He was the reason for all the suffering, the pain, the death of the people...but he was also the reason of her love.

Her support in this world, her eyes when she saw nothing more. ,,Do you really want to do this?" she heard his voice over the transmitter.

She drew the bow even tighter, needing only one shot. The engines of the flying machine drowned out the screams of the Na'vi below. ,,You promised not to kill them...I trusted you," she said, still aiming at him. She knew that he could have shot her down long ago.

But they both didn't, neither of them. ,,I know and yet here we are, so what if you stand up for who you are. Come to me and be the human or betray yourself, me and everything we stand for" he said and she heard the disappointment and pain in his voice. Hearing the click of the machine guns being loaded.

They aimed at her and for the moment there seemed to be only the two of them. She felt it, the suffering, her tearing, his hatred.

She felt the pain of her brothers and sisters. How Eywa suffered was like hell itself. She breathed deeply in and out trying to find a solution.

But deep inside she already knew the answer. She had known it since the first time she saw it. ,,I am not human," she said and released the arrow before the bullets of the machine gun ripped through the air at the same time.

But in those split seconds their eyes met. But what they saw hurt all the more before the weapons hit each other.

And everything around them went up in flames, their love burned, burned in the war of two species. In the war for Pandora and their love.

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#x reader #fem reader #colonel miles quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar banshee #avatar rda #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #na'vi reader #angst #prolouge

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missartisticdraws · 2 months

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Party for Blue Face

TW: Force-feeding, blood, unsettling atmosphere and scenario.

Repost for keeping my Backrooms content in one place.

For this comic, I intended to display the relation between the Partygoers and Partypoopers and how Partygoers would force the Partypooper to join the party and bullying him to do what they want him to do. (Peer Pressure)

...Do you think the Partypooper even make it out alive?...

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Let Me Know, I need to make a decision.

Some of you may be confused if you do not personally know me/follow me on Discord, but I've been seriously obsessed with Minecraft Diaries recently. yes. the series was made 8 years ago by a creator who has now been making childish to the point of cringe videos on youtube. The series ranged on for 237 episodes and has 3 series, was discontinued, and then remade(which I don't know but I don't believe it was ever finished). specifically, I've been obsessed with Garroth. GARROTH..... I mean why does my heart hate me so? why must I be obsessed with him if all characters, it's really bad.

So in my fanfiction writer abilities, I've been thinking of/daydreaming/conjuring up a plotline for a possible Garroth x reader. I wanted to know if this was anything even SLIGHTLY exciting and if it was I was planning on maybe writing out a few chapters, and then going from there. I am well aware that this post, nor any chapters I may or may not post, would get any cred. but to the people who may see this, let me know! I'm super curious and if it piqued anyone's interest then I'll explore the possibility of putting Perfect Hit on hold for a little while to divulge my hyperfiction.

well, here we go, some little snippet weird prologue summary thing I've conjured up

First things first, Aphmau IS alive and well in this series, heck shes even the lord! however, at some point on one of her journeys, she returned with someone who looked a little down on their luck. they didn't respond to anyone and seemed to stick to aphmau like glue.

"Oh dont mind them!" aphmau would excuse anyone who questioned them. however one day Garroth let his concerns get the better of him "Lady Aphmau, I mean not to pry more than my position allows me, but I worry for your safety. Who is this person?" he would ask, and the person would look at aphmau with wide eyes that were full of fear. she would sigh and hesitate before speaking.

"Im sorry, Garroth. i cant tell you before they are willing to let me, ut rest assured they wont hurt me." aphmau would say. silence would pass between the three for a few moments before the person sighed, they opened their mouth, shut it, then opened it again and this time words followed.

"Im Y/N." they started, their voice cracking a little since it wasn't used to being worked, "I come from a village far off south, I was a guard for a long time, but the lord became corrupt and would turn against the villagers if they didn't look at him the right way. so when aphmau came by, i had tried my best to deter her from entering the village, visitors were not particularly welcome, especially lords." Y/N had begun, the words flowing out of their mouth in a tidal way of sudden information. "She had refused to listen to my pleas and came in any ways, stating that she needed to talk to the Lord for some sort of potion. In reality, she was looking for the past lord who had been killed. not under my watch, but rather the lead guard at the time, who was then executed as it was found he had been the one conspiring against the lord. that was when the lords son rose to power and appointed me to be the head guard." y/n sighed, rubbed their arm, and then continued, "Well aphmau came in and found the village in complete disarray. so she decided to help with her utmost kindness. I was thankful to her and began to talk to her more as she stayed the night in my village. I found out she was a lord and immediately wanted to follow to her village. so she helped me escape."

"How did you escape?" garroth had asked, being curious considering he himself had gone under something similar. "Well, it wasn't particularly hard. i simply told my lord I wanted to leave, for a long time it was a back and forth between her and him as they argued for who would take me. Eventually, it came to the point I decided to simply leave, so I asked aphmau to take me in a golden lasso and go home."

"Before you say anything garroth, it took a long time to convince me, it felt wrong to take away the head guard of the town, but y/n assured me that the apprentice guard that was training under them would help." aphmau spoke, smiling as she reminisced in the old adrenaline that followed their daring escape.

"so why don't you reside bear the title of guard now?" garroth asked, curious as to why he hadn't been training this person as a guard if they were previously a head leader.

"oh that's easy!" aphmau spoke, smiling, "because they don't want to be!" with the words released in the air everyone paused for a moment, but aphmau quickly started speaking again. "they made a deal with me actually, they did not want to be a guard that was out in the open about it, but rather a personal guard of mine that would be there in disguise. they would carry weapons but conceal them. we both agreed it would be easier on future trips and in general, it would provide more protection if Y/n was under the premise of being seen as a mute follower!" aphmau smiled.

garroth had nodded, then reached across to hold his hand to y/n, "well then Y/n. welcome to the guardship of Pheonix drop, you are officially aphmaus secret bodyguard."

from there the two had a blossoming relationship. y/n had continued to be silent, but would show up more to guard meetings and had stated to talk a little more to the other ones. laurence, dante, garroth, and aphmau were the only ones who knew of this arrangement and they kept it well in secret.

however, one-day aphmau asked to go on a trip by herself, she had wanted to go to bright port, it was only to be a four-day trip to check up on the people of the town and visit the wolf tribe. so y/n had stayed back, and suddenly they found themself bored.

What were they supposed to do when no one was around? looking around aphmaus property they sighed, before looking up to the guard tower, ah, that's right. they could go up there. they smiled thinking about it, deciding they would bring some paper and a quill and draw the scene that lay at the top of the tower.

so they went, grabbing the materials needed and climbing the large staircase, they hadn't expected anyone to be there. since it was mid-day many people were either eating lunch or hanging out in the plaza, so most guards would most likely be in patrol or joining their families in lunch. however, when they climbed to the top, they found garroth sitting on the side and looking out into the ocean.

"oh, hello there Y/n" garroth spoke, his voice grim and his face downcast. he had obviously been shuffling around in an attempt to put on his helm when he heard the trap door open. "hello there, garroth. i apologize for intruding. ill be ff" they spoke, a little disappointed they would have to go somewhere else, the tower produced the best scenery. "no need, you may sit with me if you'd like, you seem to need the company" garroth spoke, leading y/ns gaze with a wave of his hand towards the chair next to him. y/n nodded and sat down, taking out their quill and beginning to do a light sketch of what lay before them. making sure to include the wide arrangement of objects that were seen on the horizon.

"do you often come here to draw?" garroth asked, which earned a shrug in return. garroth looked at them before a small chuckle erupted from his lips. "I feel as though we are not a good match when it comes to socialization." garroth spoke out loud, his voice seeming more upbeat. rather than grim as it was before. "it is because neither of us seeks out a conversation unless sit is of importance. we are simply comfortable with the silence of the world or the conversation being held by someone else." y/n stated, having noticed this very thing on other occasions. it was not often the two were alone. however, when they were it was always an awkward silence. Neither of them were outgoing, and neither of them were willing to break their old habits of being quiet to cure the silence.

"well, should we try?" garroth asked, "to communicate better" he spoke, clearing the air of questionatore. "We both work together so I feel as though it would be worth it. additionally, you seem lonely"

"sure..."

(also this story would probably be in season 1, but not in war and before they enter the dimension with rene and shz)

so let me know, honestly, i think I could write a really cute fluff heavy story :D

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