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Hi, Elevator Hitch fandom. Come get y'all juice. :]

Broke: Dr Ratio and Alhaitham would get along

Woke: Dr Ratio and Alhaitham would hate each other for being ‘exceptionally arrogant’

Bespoke: Ruan Mei and Dottore are the real crossover academia duo that we should be talking about

thank you doraemon <333

Day 10: Hallucinations

it’s a kaedehara clan thing

POV you have accepted a boon from the Serpent of Eden

if you wanna write about one of the idv girls.......... alice deross and a reader who's also a journalist, perhaps working together?

you can wait till she releases ofc!!

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hi, sorry for it being so late, but sure yeah i'm open to writing idv girls! to be fully honest, i've never written for alice though (except for one occasion before her release...) but i can try for sure!

request; yes, by anon! requests are closed til i get my current requests taken care of but may open some comms?

wc; 730.

tags; default! journalist (alice deross), jounalist! gn! reader, work relationship, reader admires alice, canon-divergent, first person pov.

summary; an avid reader of alice's columns, you've wanted to be a journalist. and now that you are, for your first assignment, you are to work with alice deross...

rumors spread like wildfire, and this agency was no exception.

i had gotten my dream job as a journalist - since i was still in school, i had always admired a certain writer named alice deross, who wrote articles with a striking amount of detail, as if she herself had experienced what she was writing firsthand (even if such wasn’t the case), while still keeping a certain veil of mystery. that’s why i worked hard to get recruited into the same agency as ms. deross, networking and honing my writing.

and, to say the least, my first day was, indeed, filled with rumors.

rumors about what? why, of course, the famed oletus manor. it’s become a famous place for novelists to center horror stories around, seeing as many strange events are said to have happened there, yet they all seem so wild it’s hard to believe. “participate in a game for a chance to have your wish, no matter its grandness, granted.” who would believe such a thing? was my first thought.

yet, alice deross allegedly was passionate about this very case - everyone else was either scared to enter the unknown or uncertain whether it even existed or if it was a reality warped to exaggeration by the people who spread the rumors.

ms. deross, however, insisted on taking this case.

only she had the resolve to delve into the unknown and only she held such strong beliefs with eyes that could light a fire.

“surely there is something from this manor i can glean. i had prior connections to the manor, so it’s hard to believe such liveliness could be overtaken by these dangerous games,” she had declared to the head editor.

it appeared she had other motivations than producing a good story.

supposedly, it took quite a bit of convincing, but it was only after ms. deross went out of her way to obtain a manor invitation, the reddish wax seal bearing an abstract floral imprint, that the head editor (reluctantly, and much to his chagrin) accepted; clearly, ms. deross was adamant about this case, so as long as she could make a good story, who was he to say “no”?

...must have been what he thought.

i was curious about her said “other motivations” that i was nothing less than certain she held close to her heart, so with the head editor’s approval, i ventured to oletus manor, shrouded in mystery, with ms. deross. my first impression of her was what her writing style conveyed: polite, clear-spoken yet slightly distant. as they say, “style is the man himself,” i suppose.

in fact, i distinctly remember her first question: “i have been curious why you insist on going with me to oletus manor,” she said while i drove through the forested area, “it will likely be a dangerous gig.”

“yes,” i replied back (perhaps my voice betrayed me, for ms. deross shot me a look with a gleam of worry), “i’m fully aware.”

her look of worry diffused then into a wry smile.

“i don’t know whether you are courageous or reckless.”

“maybe both.”

“...regardless, i should warn you: curiosity can kill the cat. i do respect it though, seeing as you even volunteered to come with me.”

those were her last words as i remember parking up at the manor. it was then ms. deross seemed to change her demeanor considerably to the point of tangibility - i could practically taste it.

what had transpired at the manor was already reflected in her eyes before we had even entered its premises.

its happenings are a story for another day. a whole article wouldn’t be enough.

ms. deross handed me an envelope. “remember, (y/n), it is never too late to withdraw. i have a personal matter to settle here, but your life is what should be most important to you.”

she handed me a camera, the black lens reflecting my own face, revealing nothing but the truth at that moment laid bare. when i looked up at ms. deross, meeting her eyes, i couldn’t help but notice a more soft look than usual.

perhaps she had resigned to the fact that, since we both made it this far, i would not turn back now.

“after all, dead men tell no tales.”

(that said, i am alive even now, so for the future, i still have a tale to tell.)

can i lovingly request matthias with an s/o who loves to absolutely throttle louis? like, if they're having a lovey dovey moment and they see louis, 100% they're doing a homer choking bart reference to that stupid ahh puppet

that is all, thank you

YES BAHAHA I love slandering this goofy ahh puppet. I, too, want to choke this bitch. Anything for Matthias 🙏

That Fucking Puppet That I Hate! (Matthias x gn!reader)

You kissed him softly and could feel his body heat rise. He gently kissed you back and cutely gripped onto your shirt. You held your kiss for only a few seconds then pulled away. You lovingly stared into his eyes. You could see the love he had for you as your eyes met. You reached over to caress his cheek when you saw something in the corner of your eye. You looked over and realized it was Louis, Matthias’ puppet. That fucking puppet that you hate so damn much!

“Bitch. Fuck off!” You cursed at the puppet. You then launched yourself over towards him with your hands out, ready to choke him. Matthias laid with his eyes wide as he watched you take his puppet by the throat to throttle him. Strings of curses left your mouth as you tackled him to the ground. Matthias hurriedly sat up in shock, watching what was happening between you and Louis.

“Hey-! C-Calm down..” Matthias spoke softly. He gently reached out a hand to your back as an attempt to calm you down. His fingers only barely touched your back before he was startled by your voice.

“No! This puppet needs to FEEL my wrath!” You demanded as you continued to choke this poor (evil) puppet. He couldn’t die, so the only satisfaction you got from this is seeing him being choked. Any suffering to the puppet made you happy.

Matthias sighed and shook his head. Ever since he told you his backstory, you’ve had an attitude towards Louis. Granted, it was for a good reason, but no matter how hard he tried, Matthias couldn’t get rid of Louis. So, he just gave up at some point and learned to deal with him. You, however, took any chance you had to beat the absolute shit out of him.

“Go sit in a pile of shit.” You cursed at Louis before letting him go. You slowly stood up and dusted your hands off before turning to Matthias. “Now that, that’s taken care of~” You exclaimed happily while looking at your lover. Matthias blushed as you faced him. “I can get back to loving you~” You cooed while climbing atop him.

“Geez, you sure have priorities..” Matthias spoke softly.

Lineage Isn't My Cup of Tea

Alhaitham is a descendant of the Scarlet King, he never knew his father besides the many stories. Hundreds of years have gone by and still unknown to the followers of his father and the researchers in the Akademiya of his origins. Alhaitham lost interest in his own origins and barely looks back into his father's life.

(Maybe not the best song but it came to my mind)

Before the Archon War, Rukkhadevata, the Goddess of Flowers, and the Scarlet King had lived peacefully in Sumeru. King Deseret had the people of the desert as his followers. There was a rumor of an unknown divine being who met with the Scarlet King, people never talked about it openly, they spoke of how if he ever revealed this person they too would be revered.

King Deseret kept the divine woman a secret, he wanted her to have a peaceful life while having a relationship with her. Often she gave him her time whenever she could, him being overly bored, often appreciated her effort in their limited times to meet.

However these good times would not last.

When forbidden knowledge brought forth the violet sandstorms and breakouts of Eleazar, the Scarlet King, his majesty, made a sacrifice to his people for the mistakes he made discovering this dangerous piece of knowledge. The divine being also succumbed to the effects of forbidden knowledge, she was gone and nother fatality counted in the Eleazar Hospital.

What lay in a crib was an undisturbed infant. Cradled in a small blanket, resting while the sands blow.

Not any older than a few weeks, no mother or father to be by his side. The child was a boy and his crib had his name carved into it, the inscription read "Alhaitham." A newborn alone in the world to soon be lost to time.

The followers of the Scarlet King mourned him, paying respect to their god to venerate him. A follower of him looked into the homes of the deceased to collect their belongings and distribute it to their families. They came across a strange house, almost deserted in the sand dunes, they checked out the structure for anything of the sort. All they found was a trembling boy, almost 10 months old, biting down on his index finger in the darkness and clutching his blanket. Rushing to the crib they saw the little boy, cupped his cheek, and looked down to see the carving on the dusty cradle.

Brushing off the dust he read aloud, "Alhaitham?"

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