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You're so sweet, thank you for the tag! (been a while since I did these!) @distant-screaming <3

current time: 7:05 am

current activity: traveling with my family

currently thinking about: what is planned in the travel agenda for today

current favourite song: anything sung by Khaotung <3 (love that man's voice sm)

currently reading: moonlight chicken fanfics

current favourite characters: hmm this is a tough one! Alan from moonlight chicken; Win from double savage

current WIP: something in the works for moonlight chicken (I've mentioned that show way too many times in this post already lol, as you can see I'm obsessed)

tagging: @gayacademicwriter @nightfrostshadow and anyone else who'd like to join!

Thank you for the tag @waitmyturtles beloved <33 glad to be considered part of the ephemerality squad despite being inactive recently :')

Current time: 10:14am

Current activity: having lunch with friends!

Currently thinking about: morning rehearsal... I need to work on the new piece we got today!

Current favourite song: asking my favourite anything is so cruel </3 anyway either CHANGGWI by Ahn Ye Eun, Psycho by Mia Rodriguez or ICHIDAIJI by POLKADOT STINGRAY!

Currently reading: oooh, last night I finished Several People Are Typing by Calvin Kasulke and I LOVED it, so fun! I adore reading atypical formats and the book itself was so good. I'm going to start The Death I Gave Him by Em X. Liu later tonight - it looks good!

Currently watching: Home School (ended on ep 14 yesterday and I am only strengthening my poly agenda), Hidden Agenda (Louis and AJ have my whole heart <3) and Racket Boys with my mom (it's such a heartwarming show I love it so much!).

Current favourite character: AAAA making me pick favorites again! They're all my beloveds, hmm.... okay, Palm for sure, he's one of my all time blorbos! Also currently spinning White from Home School in my brain at exponential speeds, I love her :)

Current WIP: okay, so:

Metas - I have a nlmg meta cooking in my drafts that I will eventually post but I need time to finish writing, and an old soundwin one

Fics - currently? absolutely nothing, your girl is Tired after writing 62 fics (count em!) for October so I'm taking a short break ((but I doubt I'll be able to stay away for long sjfkdk))

Art - working on crocheting a pillow for my sister! I'm using one of her doodles (she draws) to tapestry crochet, so the front of the pillow will look like this:

but lilac purple!

And, finally, tags - @jojotichakorn @akawrites000 @cornflowershade @soundwin @vegasandhishedgehog @mutlishipperfangirl @ieatwoodchips @welcome-to-the-shit-library and anyone else who sees this! <3

Nero

Note: For those who haven't seen 91 days- Angelo is his real name and Avilio is the alibi.

A certain man, with his signature smile that reminds Angelo of a child's smile (because they say that a child's smile is one of the purest and untainted things in this world right?) and his brown, neatly shapen beard, with deep voice and handsome laugh keeps Angelo awake at night. He is also Angelo's target to kill, the person who took everything away from him and made him a hollow shell, living solely for the purpose of revenge, the revenge that would be completed once Angelo strikes a dagger, or shoots a bullet into his heart.

But he can't... for some unexplainable reason, Angelo can't bring himself to kill him- to kill Nero.

"Hey Avilio! " Nero would say brightly, handing him a cigarette. "Want to smoke with me?"

(Don't talk to me like you've known me for ages, because you don't.)

"Avilio, hey, careful, CAREFUL!! You're going to crash into that tree-

Nero would scream his lungs out everytime Avilio made him dance with Death -thanks to his rash driving, complaining with a "you know I'm never getting in a car that you drive again!" , with a pouty face and anguished voice but the next day when Avilio would sit in the driver's seat, Nero would just join him in the passenger's seat, with his infamous grin.

(Why did you come? Do you seriously want to die?)

Another time Nero had casually put an arm around Avilio, holding him close like any friend would, though he was the Don and Avilio was just someone who worked for him, "You really do have a sweet bone in there, don't you Avilio?"

And Avilio stared at him like he had gone crazy. "Huh?"

Nero simply chuckled, "The Inspector's family, you got them out of the car before it was blasted to smithereens."

Avilio simply shrugged and pulled himself away from the half hug, body tingling.

(Don't call me sweet. I'm the farthest thing away from that.)

Nero let his guard down around Avilio so many times, too many times for Avilio to keep count.

Nero was drunk off his ass, face flushed, voice slurry as he talked about some age old memory. Avilio pretended to listen, but his hands steadily reached out towards the knife that sat in the center of the beef that they were eating. He planned to stab him with it, even as his hands shook.

But then Nero turned to face him, a lopsided grin on his face, " Aren't you drinking Avilio? You had enough already?"

And Avilio couldn't do anything else, as he excused himself with a , "I'm tired, I've already had too much so I'll be going now." The stolen knife sat in his back pocket.

And Angelo could keep listing such events if you asked him to, they were numerous in number and his brain seemed eager to catalog all of them- for what reason, Angelo didn't understand himself.

But Angelo had a plan, and he would execute that tomorrow.

-

Angelo's pov

I know that this plan won't fail, it's completely foolproof. Today would be the day that I kill him and avenge my family. Today.

I knocked the door and entered after Nero gave me permission.

"Hey Avilio! Slept well?"

(Don't be so happy to look at me. Please don't. )

I try to hide my distress but my dark circles can't hide themselves, " Kind of."

Nero scrunched his nose at that. "Come on, let me pour you a drink." I sat in my usual spot as Nero gracefully slid a glass of Lawless Heaven across the table.

I pick up the glass, muttering a small "Thanks." Nero simply smiles, and sips his own glass.

After taking a few sips, I put the glass down, steeling my nerves.

(I have to do this today, before I become unable to do it anymore. I have to kill you today.)

"Nero, I need you to do something for me."

My voice comes out steady for once, probably because it's the first time in a while that I'm not lying.

Nero looks at me, a curious expression plastered his face.

"What is it?"

Here it goes - "I need you to kiss me."

(I know you'll never do it, so I'm asking you.)

Nero almost chokes on his drink and sets the glass down with trembling fingers. He then stares right at me, eyes wide and if I look hard enough, I can see an underlying layer of utter shock. His face looks so ridiculous, I can't decide if I want to laugh or cry.

That's good. Hate me.

(Because I don't deserve love.)

Look at me with as much disgust and hate as you can.

(At least then I can try to forget your smiling face. Though I don't know if it'll work or not.)

Nero walks towards me, taking cautious steps as if the ground would swallow him whole if he didn't. I close my eyes when I feel him breathing right next to me, mentally prepared for anything- a slap, a punch to my gut, words of contempt, anything that would tear me apart and never put me back together again.

But what I felt was another pair of lips on mine.

(Why?)

How am I supposed to kill you now?

(Tell me.)

This is written for the 91 days anime / but hero and villain fans, you're free to imagine either of them as a hero or a villain because I think their situation perfectly fits the trope / this anime killed me and this is me trying to get over it by writing about it / idk if it will work though /oh if anyone wants to see this dynamic played out as a hero and villain, let me know.

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Definitely a trope I haven't read before and I'm loving it:)

Hi! Just started reading your stuff! I love a bunch of it! Could you pretty please maybe do something with Villain kidnapping the Hero's sidekick then calling Child Protective Services when they realize how traumatized their hostage is from the Hero's own "training?"

Villain hauled the small, quivering form out of the car trunk, dragging Hero’s sidekick into their headquarters. 

“Quit struggling,” they snarled. Sidekick didn’t stop, but Villain expected it. 

“I’m not going to talk,” Sidekick spat. “You can’t make me. Whatever you do, you can’t make me talk.”

Villain shoved them into a chair, chaining their wrists and ankles. “Oh, I think you will.”

They thrashed, but stilled the moment Villain placed a hand on their shoulder.

 “Anything you do,” Sidekick whispered, “I’ve gone through worse. There’s nothing you can do to me that I’m afraid of.”

That made Villain pause, but they turned to the back table, rummaging through their bottles for a vaccine they could threaten Sidekick with as a “truth serum”. Maybe they’d call it a painful illness, some fatal disease. 

Torturing kids wasn’t their business. They’d settle for some harmless intimidation. A quiet threat. And dumped on Hero’s doorstep later without a scratch on them. 

“Well now,” Villain said, “how often do you get kidnapped? I thought I was the biggest bad in town, but it seems someone else is occupying your time.”

“As if,” Sidekick scoffed, “I don’t get caught by people.”

“Except me.” 

“...Except you.” 

Villain turned, a needle in their hands. They walked over to Sidekick, not missing the way they shuddered and steeled their expression. “If I’m the only one who’s had you,” they murmured, “then what makes you think you’re prepared for me?” 

Sidekick stiffened, eyes going wide. They swallowed hard.

Bingo. 

“I think you’ll find it’s not smart to lie to me,” Villain said. “And you should avoid it in future.”

Sidekick’s head jerked up. “I didn’t lie! I’m prepared! Pain doesn’t scare me! I can break out of a coffin and dig myself out of a grave, I can withstand burning, waterboarding, knives, acid- you don’t scare me.” Their fists were clenched, shaking. “You don’t scare me.”

Now that didn’t make any sense. “Then I’m sure we can get along,” Villain said. “I won’t need to do a thing to you so long as you start talking.”

The teenager in the chair set their jaw, staring ahead resolutely. “I’m prepared for anything.”

That word again… prepared. It didn’t make any sense. 

Villain cut the shoulder off Sidekick’s shirt. They didn’t need anything getting in the way of the injection, if it were to go that far. 

Then they saw the scars. 

Rows and rows of circles, all burned deep into Sidekick’s arm. They were all the same faded shade, occasionally disrupted by another scar criss-crossing them. 

“What…” their stomach turned. “What the hell is this?” 

Sidekick glared at them. “What do you think?” they spat. “You don’t scare me.”

Villain stared at their arm, abandoning the needle to the side. “How many more are there? How- who- this wasn’t me. I don’t do this, I would never do this to a kid.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Who. Was. It.” 

“Why do you care?”

“Tell me. Now.” Villain took hold of their chin. “Or I’ll make you, and I don’t think you’re prepared for a truth serum.”

Sidekick hesitated, and shook their head slightly. “H-Hero wants me to be prepared.”

Oh god. Hero did this. To a child. 

“Okay,” Villain said, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Are you comfortable?” 

“What, are you suddenly concerned with how your prisoner is doing?” Sidekick’s voice caught.. 

“I need to make a few calls. It might be a while, so get comfortable.” Villain check their restraints again, gaze lingering on Sidekick’s arm for a few seconds too long. “You’re not going back to Hero.”

Sidekick sat, thoroughly befuddled by the sudden fiery protectiveness in Villain’s eyes.

Falling for stairs

Hero let out a startled squeal, fairly loud as they felt their body swaying and legs losing every possible understanding they had of the ground . They felt like they were in math class all over again, where their head alone had an affair with gravity and that was fine because the desk was always there to catch them. Now, Hero wasn't so sure if they liked their connection with gravity at all.

They shut their eyes close tight, so tight that it kind of hurt as they waited for the painful impact.

They felt a touch on their arm not even a second later- soft at first and then firm afterwards, grabbing onto them and yanking them towards whatever it was. They then crashed into something solid and warm?! That was enough of an overload of sensory nerves that made Hero blink their eyes open almost immediately.

They were met with a tantalizing smirk, the same one that would follow them around in their dreams every night.

"You'd never have enough lives if you keep tripping over stairs Hero ."

Hero scoffed, trying to pull away and steady themselves from the warmth that was Villain.

"You're there to catch me anyways, so I know I'll be fine."

Now it was Villain's turn to scoff. "If you think that this is going to happen everytime then you're gravely mistaken. God knows how many times you fall for stairs everyday, if they were a person, you would at least have a lover by now."

Hero finally found it in themselves to whisk their wrist out of Villain's hand, walking back towards whatever class that they had next, a pout playing on their face. "Suit yourself."

After Hero's figure disappeared around the corridor, shy chuckles escaped Villain's lips. Oh how fun it was to rile up Hero and watch them dance.

-

Villain was making their way towards their Geography class when they heard that infuriating squeal all over again. They sighed, body moving before their mind could even think- how many times did this happen already today?! For the first time in their life, Villain found themselves regretting ever having super hearing because they couldn't ignore Hero, even if they wanted to- it's like their brain was subconsciously looking out for that stupid squeal no matter what Villain did, and the moment they heard that squeal, they dropped everything and rushed towards it. Pathetic.

But they couldn't stop. The horrifying image of Hero's head bleeding after it hit the sharp edges of the stairs would make them go everytime and they just couldn't understand why.

Judging from the proximity of the sound, Hero was somewhere right below them. Villain peeked to the side of the stairs just in time to see Hero already toppling over, their body so close to connecting with the jagged edges. Shit!! I won't make it if I run down the stairs. I have to jump.

Villain did just that, landing right in front of Hero, somehow managing to catch them and not topple down themselves. It was a miracle.

Hero was wedged into their chest again, chucking this time. Huh, now that's new.

"I thought you wouldn't come because you somehow knew."

Villain stared at them, head cocked to the side, a quizzical expression on their face, "knew what?"

"Knew that I fell on purpose this time."

Villain almost pushed Hero down the stairs themselves after that.

Almost.

People need to remember this <3

Do you cringe when you read your posts? Because I wanna write stuff and post it here but I already start feeling awkward after i finished what I wrote. And seeing it on tags would be so awkward too 🥲 is there any advice for a situation like that?

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Personally, no, I don't cringe when I read my own stuff. I might occasionally cringe at the old posts, but that's only cause I can see all the mistakes in them now.

As for advice, I want you to remember that you are your own worst critic. You, the author, see the entire process of creation from start to finish. There's a high chance that you will catch mistakes or doubt yourself after writing something.

The most important thing is that you don't be too hard on yourself. Think of it like this; if you go and read someone else's fic, and that fic has a few small mistakes or its pacing is a little off, you're not gonna leave a comment calling the author of that fic a piece of shit, now will you?

No, you're just gonna overlook those mistakes and enjoy the fic regardless. Maybe you'll politely point those things out to the author to help them improve, but you're not gonna start insulting them over it.

So, keep in mind that that is how most people will interact with your fic! Sure, someday, someone might leave a rude comment on one of your fics, but honestly? Don't worry about it.

And if you don't want to post your writing on your main blog, you can make a side blog and post a few things on there as a test! And if things go well after, let's say, a few weeks, you can decide if you want to start posting on your main!

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history.

A tale that remains unchanged, no matter how many times it is retold.

Their hands are soft- I got to feel them when they grabbed my hand and pulled me into an alleyway, shielding me from oncoming bullets. Having not expected that at all, it took a few moments for me to come out of that headspace, as I stood there- dazed, staring at their back as their hand that held mine a moment ago, let go to grab their gun from their belt and point the weapon at our pursuers. My brain understood why they had to let go, but my heart refused to understand and kept yearning for that touch again and again- like a stubborn child who wanted to eat more ice cream and wouldn't listen to reason. The minutes passed by as I fought to keep my brain and heart at bay while trying to stay connected to reality because we still weren't safe. Move, I reminded my legs and held onto their silhouette with my eyes. Being a human was hard.

By the time we managed to outrun our pursuers, I was gasping, sweaty palm clutching my shirt- right above my heart, as if I'm pushing it to stay inside and not fall out of my mouth. Eyes on the ground and frantic heartbeats in my ear, I failed to register anything else. I felt a light touch to the top of my head and managed to look up from my bent-over-the-knees posture, just in time to see their hand falling from its spot on my hair a few seconds ago. My heart fluttered. And then our eyes met, their worried gaze trained on my face. I swallowed, but my throat still felt dry. I didn't like it when people worried about me, it made me feel guilty. So, I smiled like I always do when I wanted to hide something- when I wasn't ready to tell them why I might have looked like a flustered mess then. They gave up after a few seconds and began to scout our surroundings. I heaved a sigh, relieved, and tried to do a lot of silly things. I tried to tell myself that I was okay, when I was not (how could I be?). Even though that touch lasted for mere seconds, I could still feel the embers of the fire that it had sparked in my chest and now it threatened to burn me inside out. So no, I was not okay. Definitely not.

A bit more of walking and we were finally home!! It's not much- a small, rundown apartment at the edge of town but it was something. The metal stairs gave a *creak* as they stepped on it to climb up, and I was about to follow when a black cat came out of nowhere and climbed up before me. I landed on the ground with an embarrassing *shriek*, my backside aching. Sounds of their laughter echoed in my ears. I looked up at them, a not-so-serious frown playing on my lips because I just couldn't be mad at them when they laughed like that- like a carefree child who had nothing to worry about in life. I sighed and gave in to their smile but then the black cat stared at me, as if to challenge me and rubbed its fur against their leg. Their attention was completely on the cat now (unfortunate for me), as they gently stroked its fur, surprised and pleased when it purred against their blue jeans. Come on, you can't be jealous of a cat, you can't be jealous of a damn cat! You just can't-

But now, finally, they're sitting right in front of me, within the confines of our single bed, legs crossed messily, and all my mind can think of is that they're so close, so close, that if I reach out my hand, I can touch them. They lean towards me to reach for the blanket, their fingers brushing against mine and that fire which I felt earlier in the day was back now, and it was angry- ready to burn me whole.

They're staring outside our bedside window, looking at the city lights far away, oblivious of the plight I'm in, while I can't bring myself to look at anything else but their eyes. They must have noticed of course- as inquisitive as they are, so they turn over to look at me and all my breaths and words just die in my throat as I realise all over again, just how much I adore those blue eyes. They remind me of a sky, where the birds soar free; of freedom.

"What is it?" They ask in a teasing tone, smiling softly but I can't answer. I can't do anything. I can only look at them. Their brows furrow slightly in concern, and they move closer, those lovely soft hands brushing against mine again. But they don't stop with that alone this time. Their fingers become curious as they start exploring my hand, dragging their index over my palm, down to my fingers, feeling them over, digit by digit and I can feel myself going crazy.

Before I know it, my hand is entirely in theirs and they're so close that I can feel their warm breath fanning over my neck. My mind goes empty but my body is set ablaze, and I think that maybe, I've stopped breathing entirely, if only for that moment. Noticing my lack of response, their hands become braver, their right one tangled with mine while their left one rises up to cup my cheek with the gentlest of touches that makes me feel so giddy.

I hear them call my name, but it feels like it's coming from the bottom of a well; so far away. Panicked, my hand reaches out towards that voice, only to be caught by theirs. I stop as I'm held in place by blue eyes; I can't escape. They're searching my face, my entire being for an answer, their soft touches coaxing me to relax and give in. I finally come out of my head, and it feels as if I'm being born again as I learn how to breathe, how to move and how to speak within the safe haven of their touch. And I don't want it any other way.

"You're beautiful", I breathe, leaning into their palm. Their lips part to let out a small laugh and my ears rejoice. "How can you say that with a straight face?!" they say fondly, as if it's something they wouldn't mind listening to everyday, my mind beginning to dream about that very scenario. Meanwhile, their lips inch closer and I don't notice until they're suddenly too close and touching mine.

And the rest is history.

Hello all of you lovely people!! Yes, I know it's been a while since I posted- been trying to find some inspiration and fight off procrastination. So here is this long piece to make up for that (hopefully xD) - I tried first person narrative this time and I don't really do this style a lot, so I hope this is satisfactory for you all to read and enjoy ^^ (also this can be read from either hero/villain/ or literally any of your fav character's pov- you decide <3)

reblog this and put in the tags who your comfort character is