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The Struggle of being Imaginative and very hyperactive:
Something I drew on a whiteboard with random ocs.
My throat hurts and it feels like needles clawing inside my throat whenever I swallow, cough or eat.
Chapter 9: Totally a Normal Day
warnings: None, just humor and a normal day.
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Three days have passed since that day, yet I don’t feel any better. In those three days, Liviya never missed a chance to shoot me dirty looks, her face barely concealing the rage simmering beneath the surface. But to her credit, she kept it at bay—perhaps the only thing about her I could actually appreciate.
Today, Prince returned to collect our consent forms for the offer he made. I watched as he moved through the room, gathering the papers one by one. When he reached me, I handed mine over without hesitation.
Leaving this place has been on my mind for a long time—an idea I’ve weighed, dissected, and planned for. I may not be in the best shape to explore the world beyond, but something deep inside tells me that if I take this chance, something will shift. A moment of risk, a chance at change. It’s not that I hate this place—not entirely. Maybe it’s just preference. I don’t want to be caged here while everyone else gets to be free.
But this is the reality of my power. Isolation is the safest choice until I can truly stand on my own. So I endure. I find ways to appreciate this place—though appreciate is hardly the right word for a place that feels more like a prison than a home.
The clock ticked away until it was finally break time. Clara approached me, inviting me to eat lunch with her. As we sat down, our conversation drifted to my plans for joining the journalism team.
“I want to use this as a way to get involved in activities outside the campus,” I said, opening my lunch box. “I suppose it’s a good way to clear my mind, too.”
Clara nodded, chewing thoughtfully before speaking. “I guess that makes sense for you. But… I think you might end up like one of those exhausted, overworked students.” Her words came out slightly muffled by the food in her mouth.
“Why?” I asked, raising a brow.
“Well, journalism can be both fun and tiring. Instead of resting, you’ll have a ton of things to balance,” she replied.
“I expected as much—maybe even worse.” I shrugged.
Clara let out a sigh. “Just don’t do too well, or they might send you off on some big assignment. Who knows? You might never come back.” She tried to sound playful, but there was a hint of something else beneath her words. “I suppose it fits your goals, but… I’d miss you, Hagarin.”
I chuckled. “I get it. But won’t we all go our separate ways eventually? Everyone has their own dreams to chase.”
“You don’t have to rush yours, though,” Clara murmured. “Enjoy things with us while you still can.”
I scoffed. “You make it sound like I’m good enough to just leave everything behind without a second thought.”
“Because you are,” Clara said simply.
I shook my head. “No. I’m not perfect. I have my fair share of mistakes.” I set my lunch box on my lap, my gaze drifting toward the track and field. From here, I could see the open space stretching beyond the school buildings, a distant world that felt both inviting and unreachable.
“Still,” Clara insisted, “you’re more than qualified for it.”
I let out a sigh, irritation creeping in. “You put me on too much of a pedestal.” Such a glazer.
Clara didn’t respond, and I quietly finished my food, the weight of her words lingering in the air between us.
“Sup, guys? Why so quiet?” Ezra strolled over, eyeing my food like a starving stray. I sighed and handed it to him without a word.
“Just fussing over the fact that Hagarin is gonna leave us,” Clara exaggerated with a dramatic sigh.
“Leave? You mean the journalism thing? I signed up too,” Ezra said between bites.
Clara’s eyes widened. “No way you’re gonna be a reporter! You look more like a criminal!”
Ezra gasped, clutching his chest as if she had just stabbed him. “That’s so mean, Clara!” The laughter slowly faded as we settled into a comfortable silence, eating in peace—until Ezra, as usual, broke it.
“I heard we’ve got a returning student,” he said, casually between bites.
That caught my attention. I glanced up, listening closely.
“Oh? Sebastian? Yeah, he actually went on an adventure,” Clara said with a chuckle. “For real this time.”
“What did he do?” I asked, curious.
“He was chosen for the Rite of Astralis,” Clara explained. “It’s kind of a tradition here. You get to go through these... I don’t know, adventurous arcs? Trials? Either way, it’s a big deal. A dream, honestly. You could be chosen next year!”
I nodded slowly. “How was he chosen?”
Clara tilted her head, thinking. “Mmm… maybe it’s ‘cause he’s always so composed? Honestly, no clue. But he’s good. Performs really well. Probably a little like Ezra—just, you know, less chaotic.”
Ezra tugged her hair in retaliation, and the two immediately broke into their usual squabble, bickering like cats and dogs. I just watched them, quietly amused. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
During the grace period our professor gave us, some students were cramming last-minute tasks, while others just chatted idly. Nothing unusual—there weren’t many of us to begin with, so the room always felt quiet, almost predictable.
That is, until someone new walked in.
He had fair skin that seemed to catch the light in just the right way—almost glowing, though that sounds dramatic. Still, there was something undeniably striking about him. Maybe it was how healthy he looked, or how all his features came together so effortlessly, giving him this… natural charm.
That must be Sebastian.
His chestnut hair fell just right, giving him a charismatic air that somehow lit up the room. Almost instantly, the atmosphere shifted. Students cheered and greeted him like an old friend.
It was...nice.
When the professor finally returned, he paused at the door, his expression softening the moment he saw Sebastian.
“Ah, welcome back,” he said with a nod, then gestured toward the back of the room. “You’ll be seated with Clarence.”
So that’s why that seat was always empty.
As Sebastian made his way to the back, Clarence looked up—and for the first time in a while, his usually unreadable face broke into a genuine smile.
The two exchanged a brief look, one that spoke volumes. No words were needed. It was the kind of silent understanding only close friends shared—like they hadn’t seen each other in months but had picked up right where they left off.
Sebastian slid into the seat beside him, and just like that, the energy in the room shifted again—familiar, but different.
During our free time—while the professor was still present—we were allowed to work on tasks from other subjects. The only condition? No noise, no distractions, no chaos.
But... yeah.
I watched as Ezra strutted around like he owned the place, talking loudly with Clarence and Sebastian at the back of the room. Honestly, Sebastian wasn’t much quieter either.
“Boys at the back! Silence!” the professor snapped.
Clarence immediately facepalmed, clearly regretting his life choices.
“And you,” the professor turned his glare toward Ezra, who froze mid-sentence.
Ezra gulped and quickly dropped into his seat.
“Three days ago was your fifth visit to the counselor. Are you planning to make it a sixth?”
All three of them winced at the same time as the professor launched into a scolding loud enough for the whole class to hear. Wow, what a normal day today.
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In the final hour before dismissal, I found myself zoning out. The discussion had become unbearably dull—like a lullaby disguised as a lecture. It was as if whispers of mischief snuck into my head, gently urging me to just give in and sleep.
I closed my eyes for a second… and that second stretched into what felt like eternity.
And just like that—I was out.
Faint whispers stirred around me, then slowly faded into an eerie silence. Only the soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room, its cold breath brushing against my skin. For a moment, the stillness was oddly peaceful.
Until—
“Okay! Class dismissed!”
The professor’s voice exploded through the quiet like a bomb. I jolted awake with a flinch—only to be met with the blinding flash of a phone camera aimed right at me.
Ezra.
“Hey!” I shouted, glaring as he grinned behind his phone.
Laughter erupted around the room, and I could only groan, hiding my face in my hands.
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Was playing genshin earlier and supposedly making progress for the next chapter, but I suddenly miss home. So, I played genshin.
*Puts them in my pocket*
i love themso mcuh i love themmmm // this took. 3 and a half hours :(
also version w js black outline,, and have their eyss bcuz hearts
<3
You wanna know what I hate? People who don't tag properly, whether it be on AO3, Tumblr, ECT. Tags exist for a fucking reason.
A great example of not tagging properly is a fic I found that was marked "Dazai/reader" so it must be an x reader, right? WRONG! It was a Dazai x AN OC. AN OC WITH A WHOLE ASS NAME.
It pisses me tf off
it primarily surfaces the essence of making it perfect yet it reminds us that perfection comes from revision, not hesitation.
sometimes the best writing advice is "just let it be bad." revolutionary. terrifying. but it works.
it took me 5 years of fixating everything.
“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
multiple updates is insane. Also, I edited the chapters w links for the next chapter so that it wouldn't be a hassle to go back to the navigations over and over :D
reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions
I'm kinda cringing at chapters 1 and 2, but I want to include those silly little common things that every fantasy sht have
A while ago I saw a post that eventually got deleted with an...unfortunate ask. It makes me think, "If you're aware and making the choice of making your ask anonymous because of your deranged question, why ask it in the first place? What makes you think it's a good idea to ask someone that?" If you choose to pick to ask anonymously because you, oh, I don't know, find that your own question is wildly unhinged. You might want to rethink asking that question at all. Anonymous asks are supposed to be used to protect those who want to keep their privacy, not protect people who wanna ask some wildly inappropriate shit.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm nomnom mmmmmmmmmmmmm yumyum mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
something random that isnt mm related uhhhh yes :thumbs_up:
I need to follow more broadway blogs! Reblog this if you post any thing related yo musical theatre, especially Wicked, or Spring Awakening!
May sucks
Ever since twenty twenty it always has sucked, the first year my whole family got COVID except for my mom until we were all negative and she was finally positive so we had to quarantine the whole month, the next year I believe I fractured my wrist, but the worst was last year when my mom’s artificial hip fell out of its socket and my mom and dads oven almost burned their house down, luckily this year hasn’t been so bad but my mom got stung by a wasp and thought it was infected or something but actually the stinger was still in there! And I’ve been having problems with my skin. So overall yeah I hate may sorry to everyone who’s birthday is in may but it’s cursed and there’s nothing I can do about it, luckily though it’s almost June which is pride month so at least there’s that.
I was scrolling through my gallery trying to find something to post and I just don't have anything. Like I haven't done any art in months and I don't have any weird stories to tell, what am I doing dude 😭😭
Here's some random stuff I might not have posted </3
Ft my dogs, the daschund/chihuahua is Terra and the Australian shepherd is Murphy
What do you want me to draw for you
I haven't really been active with my sketching and drawing lately. I'm talking weeks without drawing excluding my art classes. I haven't really been motivated, I'm trying to get myself out of my art deprivation. I can only draw if someone wants me to. That will push me to do some art, when I know someone wants me to draw it sticks in my mind.
So anythings fine, could be simple or complicated. I don't have a drawing tablet yet. So for now I'm sticking to the basics. I got a whole lot of pencils, a few sharpies and some leftover acrylic paint. I promise to give you the best quality when posting the art and I'll try my best to make it look great. Could be anything you like, I'mma make this an art account.
i just stayed up all night playing r.e.p.o. and i got only about 5 minutes of sleep last night and i am definitely not imagining things about those silly ass semibots and the monsters :D
god im so hot (as in the temperature)
HEY I KNOW THIS IS THE THIRD POST WITHIN 20 MINUTES BUT I HAVE DECIDED THAT I WILL NOW REFER TO MYSELF AS FEMALE TO MY CLOSEST OF FRIENDS AND EVERYONE ONLINE (not too drastic, nothing my dad will notice. i think my dad is transphobic owo) im too scared to tell my family because im afraid everyone will think im weird or mentally ill and i will most likely cry in my room for hours, though, i think my mom wont dgaf
LUCIFER’S SMILEEEE PLEASE- THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING
Mammon really is his favorite brother, this is so adorable, we need MOREEEEEEE
Don't mind the random edits