IM CRYING 😭😭

Trying the gravity Falls artstyle.. Im bad at adapting!! why is drawing cartoony and cutesy soo hard!! 😭

scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

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I will <3 Plus ive still got a longgg way to go :)

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A Night to Remember

★ CHARACTER ─ Malleus Draconia

✦ GENRE ─ fluff

★ WARNING ─ none

✦ SUMMARY ─ In the ballroom of NBC, glancing amongst the crowd, you noticed him. This was your chance.

Note: I think this takes place after they sang "Make a Wish"? I don't really know... Im probably not the only one who got this idea, but I just really wanted to write this one. It came to me while I was listening to "Ma Meilleure Ennemie" on loop

The ballroom of Noble Bell College glimmered under the soft light of the chandeliers. The elegance of the surroundings seemed to amplify the elegance of every guest present. Gowns swirled like blooming flowers and tuxedos glided across the polished floors, all accompanied by the hum of music and laughter. You stepped into the room, your attire fitting perfectly for the occasion—a vision of grace amidst the crowd.

Your eyes scanned the room, drawn instinctively to him. Malleus Draconia stood near the edge of the ballroom, his striking masquerade attire radiating an air of majesty that left onlookers hesitant to approach. Sebek stood honorably by his side, his intense gaze warding off any who might muster the courage to engage the heir of Briar Valley.

But not you.

You wove your way through the crowd, your heart racing with anticipation as Malleus’s gaze found yours. His eyes seemed to soften, the imposing presence he carried melting into something more gentle. With a small, almost unnoticeable smile, he stepped away from Sebek and began moving towards you.

The music shifted, signaling the start of a dance. The crowd parted slightly, as if the world itself made space for the moment between you and him. You reached him just as the first notes echoed through the hall, and he offered you his gloved hand.

"May I have this dance?" his voice, calm and smooth, a gentle smile that just warms your heart.

"Of course," you replied, placing your hand in his.

The dance began. He moved with an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly, his steps perfectly measured and graceful. You, however, let the music guide you, your style freer and more expressive. At first, it felt like a mismatch, but then you noticed something extraordinary—Malleus was slowly mimicking your movements, his usually precise steps loosening to mirror your fluidity.

A laugh bubbled from your lips, and he smiled—a genuine, delighted expression that lit up his face. Together, you danced, your contrasting styles blending into something uniquely yours. The crowd around you blurred, the music your only anchor to reality.

He twirled you around, his grip steady yet gentle, and you couldn’t help but laugh again, the sound light and free as it mingled with the melody. As you spun back into his arms, the world seemed to pause for a heartbeat; eyes locking onto yours.

Later, you found yourselves on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin. The stars above stretched endlessly, their light casting a faint glow over the gardens below. The muffled sounds of the ballroom drifted through the open doors, but out here, it felt as though you were in an entirely different world.

Laughter bubbled up from your chest, and Malleus gave you a look of amused curiosity, his emerald eyes alight with a rare glimmer of playfulness.

"How’d you know how to dance like that?" you teased, referencing his loose, carefree movements that had mirrored your own.

"I didn’t," he replied smoothly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

You blinked. “You’re saying you were just winging it?”

“Of course,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “I followed your lead. If it seemed otherwise, perhaps you’re a better guide than you realize.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache in the best way. "Well," you said softly, "I think you’re a natural. But next time, maybe don’t outshine me at my own style.."

...

"I never imagined I would enjoy myself so much tonight," he admitted, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. "You’ve shown me something new—something wonderful."

You leaned against the balcony rail, looking at him. "I enjoyed every moment, too..."

He turned toward you fully, his gaze unwavering. "I’ve often been surrounded by people yet felt entirely alone. But with you, I’ve felt… seen." His words touched something deep within you, and before you could respond, his smile widened—a genuine, heartfelt expression that seemed almost out of place on someone so regal.

"I'm grateful," he said simply, his voice filled with warmth. You smiled back, feeling a sense of connection you hadn’t thought possible. In that moment, under the starlit sky, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you and the quiet, unspoken promise of something more.

I haven't been writing since I was busy with school, and also been kinda focused on drawing more... so I feel like im not as good? but so far I like this Idea more than the rest..

Soo... how was it? GOOD? BAD? It feels rushed.. OH NOO!

I feel like it didn't really turned out on how I wanted it to, but I barely even remember it

I think im gonna try to focus on twst more :•)

I SWEAR ITS BECAUSE OF THAT ONE IDIA I GOT IN THE FIRST SINGLEPULL 😭😭😭☹️☹️🤬🤬😡

Have you hydrated yet?

Yep! Drank a liter and a half of water today! Feels great! Thanks for asking :)

What about you?

right person, wrong address!

☆ synopsis: y/n l/n, avid online shopper and retail enthusiast lives in the same building as tetsuro kuroo, another avid online shopper and retail enthusiast.

y/n lives in apartment 39 and tetsuro lives in apartment 36, so it’s easy to get the two confused.

this fact is proven when y/n opens her door and collects her package, expecting to be greeted with a box of new christmas ornaments and is instead met with a package that reads “USB PET ROCK”. inside? a rock with a cord sticking out of it.

fate works in funny ways.

☆ pairing: tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader

☆ genre: timeskip!au, aged up characters, strangers to friends to lovers!!, disgustingly cheesy fluff, crack, happy ending :)

☆ warnings: swearing, miscommunication, angst if you squint

☆ status: ongoing… updated irregularly

DISCLAIMER: all pictures used do not belong to me and credit is given where it’s due. haikyuu characters are owned by haruichi furudate

meet the gc!

☆ hot mess express || stinkfest

one. mornings at the apartment complex

two. usb pet rock and christmas ornaments

three. rocks have no conscience

….

TO BE CONTINUED

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𖦹 Unfolded | Chapter 3

★ CHARACTER ─ Tim Wright

✦ GENRE ─ Fluff?

★ WARNING ─ None

✦ SUMMARY ─ You made a friend, yand you guys started talking through notes! Yeay! (I have no clue what to put in here..)

Note: I got super excited because this came to me in a dream and I just thought it was probably meant to be! But I forgot Tim's part.. Maybe a little ooc? But I hope you like this either way :)

You hesitated, pen hovering over the paper as your mind raced. The forest was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves, and you could almost hear your own heartbeat. There was a vulnerability in this exchange, an unspoken bond that was both comforting and terrifying. What if this person, this stranger, was someone you could connect with? But what if they weren’t? What if this was just a fleeting interaction, leaving you more alone than before? Your hand finally moved, the pen meeting the page as you began to write:

"Thank you for your note? Means a lot to know someone out there understands. I don't know who you are, and maybe that makes it easier, to be honest. I've felt lost for a long time, like I’m wandering through a world where everyone else has a place, but I don't. The forest is the one place I feel like I can breathe. It's quiet, peaceful. But sometimes I feel like it’s just a reminder of how alone I really am."

"You said you understand. I wonder, do you feel the same way? Do you come to the forest to escape too, or to find something you’re missing? Maybe it's both for me. I don’t know."

"And if you're willing, I'd like to hear more from you. Maybe we can share our thoughts, even if it’s just through these notes. I don’t know if it will make it go away, but maybe it will help, even just a little. Hope you'll find this note"

You paused, rereading the words. It felt raw, exposing parts of yourself that you rarely even acknowledged; was this too open? you thought. But there was a strange comfort in it too, like a weight being lifted, even if just slightly. You added a small doodle of a tree next to your words, hoping it would convey some of the warmth you were feeling despite your nerves.

Folding the note carefully, you placed it in the same spot where you’d found it last, hoping the person would find it. As you walked away, a mix of anxiety and hope settled in your chest. The forest seemed different now, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold. You couldn’t shake the feeling that, somehow, this exchange might be the beginning of something more—a connection, even if only a fleeting one.

As you walked home, the shadows lengthening with the setting sun, you found yourself glancing back at the path, wondering if you would hear from them again, and what they might say. The forest seemed quieter than usual, as if it was sharing your anticipation.

The days that followed were filled with a strange mix of excitement and dread. Every time you walked the path, your heart would race, wondering if there would be another note waiting for you.

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And then, one afternoon, as you rounded the familiar bend, you saw it—a small piece of paper tucked under a rock, almost as if it was hiding, waiting for you to discover it. Your hands trembled slightly as you picked it up, unfolding it with a sense of urgency. The handwriting was the same—messy but legible, and the message made your heart skip a beat.

"glad you wrote back. The forest has been a place that somehow get me at ease. It’s the only place where I feel like I can breathe, away from the noise and take a rest. I come here to think, to be alone, but I guess part of me is always hoping I won’t be alone forever, I guess?"

"Your words connected with me more than I expected. It’s strange, right? How you can feel so connected to someone you’ve never met, just through words on a page. Don’t know where this will go, but I’d like to keep writing. Maybe, we can make this loneliness a little less overwhelming."

A small doodle of a leaf was drawn at the bottom of the page. You couldn’t help but smile as you traced it with your finger. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of something you hadn’t felt in ages—hope.

Morning light filtered through the curtains of your small apartment, casting soft shadows across the room. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the past few days in your mind. The notes, the stranger in the forest—it all felt surreal, like something out of a book or a dream. Yet it was real, as real as the sunlight warming your face and the faint hum of birds and the city beyond your window.

You finally pushed the covers aside and got out of bed, your feet meeting the cool wooden floor. The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet, amplifying the thoughts swirling in your head. You went through the motions of your morning routine, brushing your teeth, making a cup of coffee, but your mind was elsewhere, caught up in the mystery of the notes. Who was this person? why are you smiling so dumbly? you didn't even know the person.. but you do want to get to know them better, don't you?

As you sat at the small kitchen table, sipping your coffee, you glanced over at your notebook lying on the counter. The pages were filled with your thoughts, sketches, and bits of poetry—things you usually kept to yourself. Yet here you were, sharing pieces of your soul with a stranger. It was terrifying, but also liberating in a way you hadn't anticipated.

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The city outside was beginning to wake up, the distant sounds of traffic and voices slowly filling the silence. But your thoughts were far from the bustling streets. The forest felt like a world apart, a sanctuary where time moved differently. You wondered if today would be the day you’d find another note. The thought made your heart race, a mix of excitement and anxiety churning in your chest.

After finishing your coffee, you decided to take a walk to clear your head. The small apartment felt too confining, too full of thoughts and questions that had no answers. You dressed quickly, pulling on a light jacket before stepping outside. The city greeted you with its usual mix of sounds and scent. But your mind was elsewhere, already halfway to the forest. Earlier than usual.

As you walked, your thoughts returned to the note you’d found the day before. The stranger had said they felt connected to you, just through your words. It was strange, how that simple acknowledgment had brought you so much comfort. You’d never considered that someone else might feel the same way you did, might seek refuge in the same places.

Before you knew it, you were on the familiar path leading to the forest. The noise of the city faded behind you, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the distant call of birds. The air was cooler here, fresher, and you breathed it in deeply, feeling some of the tension leave your body.

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As you approached the large tree, your heart began to race again. Would there be another note? You weren’t sure what you hoped for more—the continuation of this strange, wordless conversation, or the comfort of finding nothing, letting it all remain a fleeting cconnection But as you rounded the corner, you saw it— a small piece of paper, tucked under the same rock where you’d left your last note. You hesitated, a mix of excitement and nerves washing over you, before slowly reaching down to pick it up. Unfolding the paper, you saw the familiar handwriting. Your breath caught as you began to read:

"I checked to see if you left a note, didn’t know if you’d come back, but I hoped you would. Maybe you forgot to reply? or maybe you just dont know what to say? I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said— how the forest feels like a sanctuary, but also a reminder of loneliness. I get that. Sometimes it’s like the trees are the only ones who understand, who listen without judging. But knowing that you’re out there, feeling the same way, makes the forest feel a little less lonely."

"I don’t know what’s going to happen with this, with us?? Maybe it’s just words on a page, and maybe that’s all it will ever be; and im just overthinking myself. But I find myself looking forward to your notes, to hearing from you. It’s strange, really. Maybe we don’t need to meet? Maybe this is enough. Or maybe… maybe one day we will?"

"If you’re comfortable with it, I’d like to know more about you. Not everything, just… whatever you feel like sharing, I guess? Who are you when you’re not here, in the forest? What makes you laugh, what keeps you up at night? I know it’s probably a lot to ask, but I’m curious. I want to understand the person behind the words."

You smiled faintly, a warmth spreading through you that you hadn’t felt in a long time. This person, whoever they were, understood you in a way that was both comforting and unsettling. You didn’t know if you were ready to share more about yourself, but the idea of opening up, even just a little, didn’t seem as terrifying as it once did.

Sitting down against the tree, you pulled out your notebook and pen. The forest was quiet around you, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. And the orange shade that shine across your face as the sun began to hide. You thought carefully about what you wanted to say, how much you were willing to share. The forest seemed to hum with a quiet energy, as if it too was waiting to see what would happen next. And for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of hope, a belief that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have to face the loneliness alone.

Soo.. what do we think?? I personally like this one! I think its the longest ive ever written actually.. I made this at like, 3 am?? Stayed all night for this, LOL :3

Thoughts and criticisms are welcomed, as it would help me improve on my writing!

𖦹 Unfolded | Chapter 2

★ CHARACTER ─ Tim Wright

✦ GENRE ─ Fluff??

★ WARNING ─ None

✦ SUMMARY ─ You returned, pleading for a friend. Someone to talk to, someone to relate. Tim then finds the note, and decided to respond because.. why not?

Note: I want this to be a slowburn? But I am sooo Impatient.. So I feel like im just writing the same thing over and over NOO (´△｀)

You walked on the path where you were before. You had returned, back to the secluded spot under the large tree; feeling a sense of familiarity and comfort. Once more, you settled down amongst the fallen leaves and opened your notebook. This time, thoughts were filled with a full mix of emotions, including loneliness and a longing for connection.

You stare off into the distance, wondering. A thought ran through your head, you then began to write. But then you stopped, why did you stop? You paused for a moment and looked around, taking in the quiet beauty of the forest. The sun was still high in the sky, and yet casting an orange shadow throughout the forest, shimmering on the ground.

You began writing once again, yet this time you wrote something a bit different than your normal. Usually you'd be writing about your day, your feelings, and your thoughts, but rather than your usual, this time you wrote one sentence that made you hesitate. You were unsure, why? You didn't know. Putting aside your worry, you continued writing.

You thought of it for a moment, debating in your thoughts once more. Though Another thought came to mind, as you wrote another sentence at the bottom of the paragraph.

Finished writing, you then leaned back on the dark tree bark. This time you had felt more nervous about what you had written, and yet there was something about it that made you feel some relief; as if you were letting something out of you. Your thoughts and feelings were written on the page; maybe a small doodle will make the message more friendly? as if someone will read it, you thought. But you were still nervous about the thought of someone reading them. You wrote a small sentence in the bottom left of the note. You left it right there as you packed up your things, hoping someone who finds it will maybe talk to you..

Tim continued on his nightly walk through the forest. Though, it was still noon, the sky still bright, the sun has yet to set, chill starting to settle with the slowly falling night. His thoughts were scattered and weary, as he let his feet move him along the familiar path.

He was deep in thought; when his gaze flickered downwards, spotting something on the ground. As he got closer, recognition filled him; a note. Had it been the same person? He thought. Kneeling down to picked it up, as his curiosity piqued. He then unfolded it, eyes scanned the words written on the page.

He began to read the words carefully, absorbing the contents written on the page. The message was personal, an expression of loneliness and a longing for connection. It was written in the same handwriting as before, but this time, the tone was different. It felt more open and vulnerable, as if the writer was reaching out, seeking a response.

Tim didn't know what to make out of it. Feeling intrigued, he continued reading. But as he reached the end, two additional sentences caught his attention. The words seemed to convey a sense of loneliness and longing for connection, written in a messy yet desperate script. Tim read the note intently, feeling a slight pang of sympathy for the person who wrote it.

Curiosity gripped him, wondering who could have left this. It had to be the same person, he thought, as he read through it once more, taking in the words and messy but neat handwriting. It looks familiar, he thought. He looks around, looking for a clue once again, as he reads,

"I sit alone in the abyss of silence, aside from the melodic singing song of the birds. As time goes on, thoughts of loneliness and longing fill my mind. No one to speak to, no one to relate to. The weight of aloneness is too much to bear, and I know that all I can do, is sit here, just waiting for the day that I'll have the courage to reach out, and look for company, look for friends." He finished reading the first page, flipping the back to see just incase. And he sure was right, there was another, that reads.

"I seek refuge in the forest, it's the only safe space I have left. Surrounded by trees, plants, and nature, it offers me some comfort in this cold, vast world. I often find myself quietly pleading to god for a friend. Someone who could understand my struggles, be there for me. My heart longs for companionship, for someone who could be the light at the end of my dark tunnel." There was more, bottom left corner of the paper.

"But, it seems like even god can't hear me, or perhaps no one's listening."

"Maybe someday, someone will be willing to listen." The note end there, with a simple doodle of a cat, weeping; and few stars on the pieces of papers.

Maybe once he get back, he'll reply. Maybe?

You couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as you stared down at the page. Your heart raced, the silence of the forest almost deafening. The note in your hand felt heavy, and yet it also gave you a strange sense of comfort, knowing that someone had found and read your words. You looked around the silent forest, hoping that it wasn't just a silly joke. You took a deep breath and started to read the reply. The letters were written in a scribbly but neat handwriting; it was.. human. Message was brief and simple, yet it left you feeling a little puzzled. It reads,

"saw your note. I get it, the loneliness and longing in your heart. I can relate." You read the words on the paper again, mind racing with thoughts. The simplicity of the message intrigued you, yet at the same time, it made you feel slightly uneasy. Who was this person who had replied to your note? You sat back against the tree, deep in thought, as you stared at the note once again.

Do you write a respond? You thought. Will they read it or not, you still decided to respond. But as you write your response, a mix of emotions flood through you. Part of you feels relieved that someone else understands your loneliness, yet a small part of you yearns for a deeper connection, a desire for someone to truly know how you feel, an actual friendship.

I DONT LIKE THIS ONE NOOO (ㄒoㄒ)

AA THIS FEELS OOC! IS THIS OOC?? Maybe I'll do a rewrite someday.. But for now I'll just continue the fic..

Also, feedback and criticism is welcomed, just please dont be rude about it :-)