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Hunter (Totally NOT a communist ☭) wrote: "Sorry >.< I didnt know you wanted snow"I didn't really want it, but it looked pretty and cheered me up so who am I to complain?
I don't blane you for being skeptic. Ah ^^
I was reading an article about early childhood memories and why it's hard to recall them or remember a lot of them and how a lot of them often tend to be fabricated anyway and now I feel really depressed lol
My earliest memory is the house we lived in when my brother was born. We had a green inflatable pool and moved out into am apartment.
At least...I assume hw was born while we lived there. I dont remember any other houses in between the one I was born in and the apartment, where my sister was
My earliest memory is of holding my newborn baby cousin when I was two years old
I find myself asking people I talk to on the Internet the fourth question all of the time
Elizabeth ♛Smart Girls Love Trashy Books♛ wrote: " I find myself asking people I talk to on the Internet the fourth question all of the time"
Freaking same, to be honest.
I wasn't even thinking in terms of people fighting or being rude, I'm referring to irrelevant, random, or stupid comments made on social media posts lol
My mom finally got annoyed with me talking about my plans and ideas for my harem fanfic that she told me she's going to write a harem fanfic about her most favourite anime character ever and she's going to go into detail about it too and she bet that she'll receive all kinds of comments on it like mine has of people saying things like 'oh my gosh thank you so much for this i have looked everywhere for a harem story for this character and i finally found one that was beautiful and well-written!!!' And I just looked her straight in the face and told her there aren't even any girls in the anime her favourite character comes from and then I just left the room lol
I usually don't care about stuff like this but SOMEONE RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR IS HONKING THEIR HORN EXTREMELY LOUDLY WITHOUT PAUSE FOR THE PAST MINUTE I nearly freaked out because I thought it was an alarm
If they don't quit in the next few seconds I will go outside myself and scream at them
They're probably waking other people up too
Someone: "hi!!!!! just wanted to say stop making jokes at chihiro's expense, she is a trans girl and gay it's kinda rude tbh please and thank you!!!!"Me: 'chihiro is a trans girl'
Me: 'chihiro is a trans lesbian'
Me: ' chihiro is a trans lesbian'
Me:
Helix Waltz is soooo much fun!!!! It’s such a fun game I’ve been playing it practically non-stop ever since it came out yesterday.
What's that,
A dating simulator on mobile devices
It’s about your character being part of a small noble family that has been out of the spotlight for many years. Now that you are an adult, your mother decides it’s time to put the family name back on the map and sends you out to socialize with various noble families. You have to raise the affection level of different characters and there are so many date-able characters! Girls and boys both! It’s surprisingly well-in-depth for a mobile game in terms of story and characters.
Sounds fun!
It is!!!! Hence why I’m addicted to it. It gives me huge Black Butler, Game of Thrones, and Fall of Eden vibes!!!!
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Day Fifteen, Rainy Day: Your OTP on a rainy day. How do they spend the time? Cuddling up with a movie? Playing video games? Watching the rain?Ship: AmixMinako from Sailor Moon
Title/Summary: The Spirit of Water; Ami and Minako have a small chat concerning their future careers over a quiet study session during a dark rainy day.
Notes: This actually isn’t my OTP for this series, but I do ship them and never see any stuff for them, unfortunately. When I first saw the prompt for ‘rainy day’, I got an image of Ami staring wistfully out a window during the mentioned rainshower, then this was born.
Ami loved it when it rained. Truly, there were no surprises there; she was the Senshi of Water after all. Still, cliches existed for a reason, and as a result the blue-haired bookworm was perfectly content to sit in the bay window and just watch the rain softly yet loudly beat against the house and window itself as it fell down, encasing herself in the sound.
But that was a luxurious pastime reserved for her own house. Instead, the rain had started while she was over at Minako’s, trying to help the ditzy blonde with the several tests she failed. And Minako was many things, but a lover of rain she was not. And a quiet person, she also was not. So with a sigh, Ami pulled her gaze away from the wet window and continued to focus on the thick textbook Minako was poring over, a look of intense concentration on her face.
Her cute face.
Ami blushed lightly and returned to her own book, rereading through her answers to make sure she had gotten them correct. It was hard to read in the dimness of the living room-Minako’s shrill housewife of a mother immediately appeared just to scream at them trying to turn a lamp on-and surprisingly Minako’s own soft sighs of frustration were starting to wear down her concentration as well. Why hadn’t the blonde just asked for her help already? She would’ve been glad to offer it, and they both knew it.
Suddenly, Minako slammed down her book with such force Ami jumped, then jumped again when she found Minako’s dark blue eyes staring at her.
“You know, I just realized....I’m going to need a good financial manager,” She announced, in a dead-serious tone. Ami blinked in slight confusion.
“You mean, when you become a singer?” She asked, and that was all it took for Minako to become animated, jumping off the floor and waving her arms around. Despite the chillier weather, she was wearing a lacy cream sundress with no sleeves. It clashed badly with her red hair-bow; but then again, what didn’t? It was all just part of Minako’s charm, along with the ditzy vainity.
But even that made sense. After all, Ami loved rain; the spirit of the water star deep inside of her soul. She had Hermes’ spirit, but the soul of water. And Minako....?
Well, Minako had the spirit of Aphrodite yet the soul of the metal star. Her beauty and leadership resonated within her and shined. Minako herself was glowing, especially now as she described what exactly she believed she needed a financial manager for. She still remembered the very first time they had met her in person; even then, she had been glowing, standing on top of that building. A reincarnation of Venus herself if Ami had ever seen one.
“And basically, that’s it! The financial manager keeps track of all my sales, like records and merchandise, and makes sure it’s all balanced!” Minako finished eagerly, looking proud of herself.
Ami nodded. “Yes, that’s indeed a part of their job, but....why bring that up to me? And why so randomly?” She asked, folding her hands in her lap.
“Because.....well....I suck at math. Super badly! And....I’m worried that because of that, any other manager I get in the music world will try to lie and cheat me out of my money, knowing I didn’t understand what was going on. Or in my fashion career, that would be even worse! Fashion modeling is practically built on money!” She sighed dramatically.
“Most careers are like that,” Ami reminded her awkwardly. “But my question still remains unanswered,”
“You’re so good at math, I was actually wondering...when we graduate.....would you like to become my financial manager?” Minako asked shyly.
The rain had picked up since they had begun talking; it hammered on the roof heavily now and the wind howled angrily. Even the room seemed to have darkened significantly. The two girls blinked for a moment, staring each other down in silence.
Finally, Ami recomposed herself. “Fine. I will. But just because I accept the offer doesn’t mean I’m giving you a free pass to skip out on any homework you don’t like! In fact, I’m going to make sure you study even harder now!” She felt herself beginning to come alive again; whether it was the rain or the idea of studying she had no clue. Minako slumped down in defeat, picking her pencil up once again.
“Fine, fine, I know...but that means more study sessions at my house!” She gasped.
“What’s wrong with that?” Ami wondered. Sure, her mom was pretty overbearing and her dad was a total pushover, but that was somehow easy to ignore. She had dealt with pretty strange parents before herself. She didn’t even want an excuse of studying to visit Minako, they were friends and she wanted to visit her as much as possible. So what was Minako’s issue?
“....It’s embarrassing when you’re here!” She finally admitted, and Ami dropped her jaw beside herself. “I mean, you live in such a big, huge, fancy apartment, and I live in this tiny townhouse on the edge of town...”
“I like your house though. It’s nice. Everything is in its place,” Feeling a sudden surge of bravery-the rain really was to blame this time around-Ami took her hand and gently placed it on top of Minako’s, making both girls blush lightly. Minako brushed a strand of her hair back.
“But if you want that job....you gotta prove how good you are!” She yelled again, slamming her book down on the table once more and writing furiously. Ami smiled awkwardly; now there was the Minako she was more familiar with. With a small giggle escaping her, Ami took up her own pencil and continued to tutor; letting their hands brush against each other a few two many times to fully be considered an accident. The rain continued to drum outside.
Being the rainy season, the rain never fully let up as the remainder of the girls continued to hold respective study sessions with each other; their rain coats hanging on racks, their colours a clear indication of who owned which, rain droplets dripping off quietly. Sometimes there was a red one, sometimes a green, sometimes a dark pink, and sometimes a light pink.
But every single time without fail, there was always a blue one and a yellow one, perfectly hung up together, side-by-side.
Day Nine, Thirdwheeling: Your OTP plus a third wheel. Is it awkwardly quiet, or chaotically crazy?Ship: LithuaniaxPoland; Belarus as the third wheel from Hetalia
Title/Summary: Ugh, As If!; Toris and Feliks are trying to spend a relaxing day in the park together. Too bad Natalya is following after them to keep Toris out of trouble, much to his embarrassment and Feliks’ annoyance.
Notes: My OTP from Hetalia!! I actually have two; this one and UkrainexBelarus. But I also really really really love Belarus being in the middle of the two guys and having them argue over her and try to impress her, or both of them trying to impress Lithuania. I know a lot of people would make this LietBel with Poland being the third wheel, which is exactly why I didn’t; I wanted to be unique. Also this is a human AU because I’m not bothering with anything historical right now.
“Like, leave.” Despite the valley-girl tick in his speech, it was pretty clear Feliks was annoyed, even with his hands on his hips and a huge pout on his face. “We’re on a private vacation right now!”
Natalya looked past Feliks, her hands folded in front of her. Instead, her focus was on Toris, who was awkwardly leaning against his short blond boyfriend, already in the first stage of scolding. “You think I want to be here, following you two braindead pussies all day? I was requested by Ivan to keep an eye on Toris to make sure he doesn’t do anything foolish.”
“What a strange request,” Toris laughed awkwardly, gently pulling Feliks away from Natalya and hurrying away from her. He gently slid his hand into his boyfriend’s, relaxing when he felt the familiar squeeze. With his luck, Natalya would get bored after twenty minutes, and Feliks would just forget about the whole entire thing. They would have a normal and peaceful date.
“Look Tori, an ice-cream stand!” Feliks yelled in excitement, running off and yanking the brunete’s arm harshly, making him gasp. He had a blush on his cheeks from his nickname; how many times had he told Feliks that their nicknames are for private use only?! Not public!
As Feliks took his spot in the line, Toris heard some bushes rustle and glanced over at a fenced-in playground curiously, finding nothing and shrugging it off. Probably just some rambunctious kid playing around.
“What kind of ice-cream do you want, Tori? You can, like, totally get whatever you want!” Feliks asked nicely. “I’m paying, you know!”
“Just a regular ice-cream sandwich,” Toris smiled, which earned a pout from Feliks.
“Ugh! That’s like, so boring Tori! Can’t you pick out something more exciting?!”
“Yeah, and your hands will get all sticky too,” Natalya chimed in, walking over to the couple with a Push Pop.
A Push Pop.
Of all the things.
Toris thought the icy blonde walking outside in a mid-July Vilnius summer wearing heels and a black cocktail dress was the strangest thing, but no, it was her eating a Push Pop.
“Ugh, didn’t you go home already?” Feliks whined, throwing the money for the ice cream on the stand.
“I never went home. I have to observe your date. Big Brother Ivan’s orders,” She crosses her arms in front of her chest.
“I honestly don’t mind you being here, but...” Toris awkwardly chewed on his lip as he ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair. “What kind of trouble is Ivan expecting me to get into?”
“He didn’t say. He just said to watch you,” She looked away, but proceeded to follow the couple when they received their ice cream and sat down at a bench in the playground area.
“These are how you know it’s summer here in Vilnius,” Toris couldn’t help announcing to himself as he gently unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite out of the corner. Meanwhile Feliks dove right into his cone coated in nuts, taking a large bite out of it. Nuts proceeded to fly onto his clothes, but for once he paid little attention.
Toris ate silently as he watched the children of the park play, somehow feeling wistful. He was nineteen; where were these old feelings coming from? It wasn’t even that long ago that the three of them all played together in parks similar to that one. Truthfully, even today he wasn’t bothered by Natalya’s prescence. She always seemed to be the one to give him logic when Feliks was devoid. If things were different, perhaps he would’ve taken her up on that dating offer back in seventh grade when she brought it up as a joke. But fate was funny sometimes; little did he know that in ninth grade, that annoying blond jerk in his fifth period history class would end up becoming the most important person in his life.
Seriously, where were these thoughts coming from?
Feliks and Natalya had both finished their treats before him and had run off to go swing; Feliks glaring angrily at her whenever their swings passed each other. A chuckle escaped Toris as he took in the sight; finishing up his ice cream and standing up with a stretch.
He took the last swing, an empty one at the end that had been stretched out too far; he barely fit on it. He gasped in surprise as he plopped himself down and swayed, almost falling right back onto the concrete. Feliks started to lose it as he laughed, accidentally letting go of his swing and falling into the grass, rolling. Natalya jumped off her swing as well, landing perfectly on her feet a few paces away.
“Owwww, my ankle!” Feliks moaned from the grass. Toris subtly rolled his eyes as he stood up and hurried over to his boyfriend, rolling him over. “Ugh, there’s grass stains on this shirt...”
“That is exactly the type of trouble he was referring to!” Natalya blurted out, remaining on the concrete. Toris sighed to himself as he started to check Feliks’ ankle for any signs of twists, sprains, or breaks.
“Like, next time, we’re keeping the date at your place, Tori! No others allowed!” Feliks declared, sitting back up.
“Okie-dokie, Feli. Whatever you say,” Toris replied using his own nickname for Feliks, smiling when he saw the blond’s embarrassed face and heard Natalya’s hysterical laughter coming from somewhere behind him.
So far, it had been a great date.
My brothers have no school today because of a stupid ice storm. THEY LITERALLY ATE THE WHOLE BOX OF CEREAL THOUGH AND NOW I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING
I am so freaking angry right now. I yelled at my baby brother while his microphone was on and all of his friends were laughing at him, so at least I got some small form of revenge.
My mom sent me to the store last night to get some things and since it was cold and icy this one woman at the store offered to drive me back home even though she wasn’t even from around my neighborhood at all. I accepted still and had to give her directions to my house and the whole time she kept saying she couldn’t believe I was out walking in weather like that. And then this guy in the car with her looked at my bags and asked me why my man sent me to the store to go shopping and why he didn’t go himself and I replied back ‘I ain’t got no man’ and he stared at me like that was the strangest thing he had ever heard lol
Apparently our power was out for eight hours yesterday and for once I was very glad I slept for most of the day instead of waking up early
Oh yeah, my birthday is in nine days
I thought you'll be going out with your mom for your birthday?
I'm not sure anymore. It looks like she's already changed her mind. I can't say I'm surprised at all though.
Should I report this to FanFiction.net's support team? I updated this one story and on the actual website, it appears at the top of the 'recently updated' list, but it only shows the most recent chapter from a few days ago, not the one I posted half an hour ago. Clicking the link in my email brings me to the new chapter and everything there works fine. But on every other part of the site, it still shows the sixth chapter as being the most recent instead of the seventh chapter. I know it takes a while for FanFiction to show newly updated stories and chapters, but normally they don't take this long with it, nor do they have this specific problem. This is the first time I have encountered too. Honestly it's a bit hard to explain, but what do you guys think? Am I just being weird because I have a tendency to refresh the site a lot and that is what's breaking it?(Even though even that has never happened before) Or is this a legit bug I should report to the staff?
Sometimes it takes a while to upload, up to a few hours I think.
If it isn’t fixed in a few hours then I’ll report it. Though I’m not sure if it’ll mean much since according to their Twitter they’ve been having server problems all day
Some people on Twitter were talking about one of the few times Illinois and Indiana were on a High Risk back around this time in 2013. It seems a lot of people had very similar experiences to me of just sheer confusion and terror and anticipation. I already shared my story of it on here last year I think but basically we were under a tornado watch for nearly the whole day, the wind was like eighty MPH, it was pretty hot outside, and the sky was a gross and sickly colour of yellow-green and the clouds looked like when you whip up cookie batter. A tornado touched down a few miles away from where we lived at the time but then turned around and hit the next town over
I think part of the reason why it sticks in so many peoples’ memories isn’t necessarily what happened, but when it happened. Believe it or not we are not supposed to get weather that severe this late in the year. Our tornado season ends at the end of July. Really severe storms such as this that occur afterwards always cause concern.
Wearing Each Others’ Clothes This will be a three-for-one special because the prompt will end up being far too short in a fanfic-I mean, come on, how can you possibly stretch something like that out? So I’ll just write three seperate ships of mine for this; two OTPs and one is not
Ship: NagisaxKaede from Assassination Classroom
Title/Summary: Remember When?; Kaede is doing some spring-cleaning at Nagisa’s house when she finds herself getting distracted and poking around in his closet.
Notes: Not an OTP, I have no OTPs for this series but I still ship them. Therefore I think it counts.
It was only three months into their engagement when Kaede brought up the idea of cleaning out their closets. Why that idea made Nagisa so flustered at the time, she didn’t understand, and would probably never fully understand. But ultimately he didn’t disagree, and even seemed somewhat encouraging of the idea, and that was how Kaede ended up at his house with a large cardboard box early on a Saturday afternoon.
His parents were out, and Nagisa himself was in the kitchen, so with a brief announcement of her presence, she walked into his bedroom and set the box down on the floor, throwing open his closet and getting to work. Her hair was tied up; in a bun for once. The box was to store whatever was old and didn’t fit him anymore, she wanted to give it to charity instead of throwing it out and he had agreed.
Kaede started to work, tossing several small pairs of shoes and coats into the box; she could neaten them up later. She found herself amazed at just how girly almost all of his outfits were. His class was fully aware of his dilemma by that point, but Kaede truly has no idea the sheer scope of it before. Even the sneakers had been bejeweled in pastels, it seemed. She suddenly found herself glad to be doing this. All of this stuff belonged to the old Nagisa, the past Nagisa, the quiet and shy Nagisa who barely spoke up in class and who let her style his hair without a fuss. So much more different from the more confident and kinder Nagisa now.
Speaking of which....her hand hovered over one of the coats she was about to toss into the box, finding this one to look more familiar to her than the others. It was a dark blue coat that was fairly heavy with buttons going down the front. She blushed lightly as she pulled the coat off the rack, staring at it in its entirety.
There was no mistaking it. That coat....was the same one he wore when.....he....
Her face lit up in embarrassment as she wound her arm up and prepared to chuck the coat, only to freeze. Instead, she pulled the coat closer to her and looked it over more carefully, the memories of that night returning to her.
Why....has he kept it for so long? No, perhaps the better question was...why was it front and center in his closet? The two silently promised to never speak of that day again, yet she found her memories often returning to that particular day often-his expression, his scent, his taste, his clothes.
Without really thinking, she had pulled the coat on over her dress, gasping a bit at how tight the coat was. She didn’t pause to look in a mirror, she only blinked as she looked down at herself. He had worn the coat only once, that one time, yet it still carried his scent. She brought her arms up and gently hugged herself, closing her eyes.
“Kaede-chan....do you know where I put my-“ Nagisa’s voice brought her out of her fantasy, and she gasped, her face heating up. He blushed heavily too, and the two just stared at each other for a few minutes before Nagisa mumbled an apology quickly under his breath.
“I still have that dress! From that night? Maybe....you could put it on to make it even!” She suggested awkwardly, making Nagisa shut the bedroom door on her.
“No!”
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Ship: CelestiaxChihiro from Danganronpa
Title/Summary: Laundry Day Mix-Up; Monokuma has a ball switching out everyone’s uniforms during Laundry Day and the students are left to deal with it and find out who got their uniform. Needless to say, many are not happy about it.
Notes: OTP!!! Everyone draws Chihiro in Celestia’s dress after he wore it in that one doujin. But what would Celestia look like in Chihiro’s dress?
.....Well, I mean, you’d still have to imagine it after reading this, but...
Chihiro never thought a doorbell could sound so annoyed in his entire life, yet here he was, listening to a doorbell-his doorbell-being ring off the hook by someone who was obviously very annoyed. He winced as he got up to answer it, already having a fairly good idea of who was on the other side.
The owner of the uniform he was wearing, no doubt, a gothic Lolita ensemble that swayed around with his body’s movements in a way that made him blush. It was also far too big for him; the skirt fell to his ankles and the blouse was all bunched-up, and the sleeves fell over his hands. He made his way slowly to the door as not to trip, pulling open the door and greeting the person on the other side with a weak smile.
“C-Celestia-san!” He stammered.
Yup, she had gotten his uniform all right, and it fit her just as poorly as hers did him. She shot him a look of pure annoyance as she shoved her way into his bedroom. The jacket and blouse fit snugly, but her chest made the buttons look ready to burst, and the skirt, which fell to his knees properly, only went to about her mid-thigh and every movement of hers exposed the petticoat underneath the skirt as well as her milky thigh.
“The one time I decide my outfit will survive a wash....and this is how I am repaid,” She sighed overdramatically, crossing her arms in front of her.
“It wasn’t our faults though, it was Monokuma,” He reminded her gently. “Besides, at least you got my clothes, and not the clothes of someone bad,”
Celestia, despite her sigh, seemed to perk up ever-so-slightly at that, giving Chihiro a small smile. “Indeed, perhaps you are correct about that. Still, this is not an outfit I ever wish to be seen in,”
And with that, she threw off the jacket and blouse in one motion; the skirt and suspenders soon following. Chihiro numbly undressed himself with a blush on his face, handing the dress to Celestia while looking away. The two got dressed in silence and then after she recomposed herself, she was gone, not saying a single word to Chihiro.
He sat down on his bed with a sigh.
Celestia’s clothes smelled so, so good.
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Ship: ShinoaxYoichi from Seraph of the End
Title/Summary: But it Fits Me Perfectly!; After a passionate night, the sleepy couple accidentally put on the wrong military uniform...much to Yoichi’s embarrassment and Shinoa’s absolute delight.
Notes: Yay OTP!!!!
“C-Can I please have my outfit back now?” Yoichi asked shyly, blushing heavily. Surely the idea was getting old to even Shinoa by now? Literally all she was doing currently was spinning around the mess hall, stumbling a few times due to how big and baggy the uniform was on her.
After a long night together, the two had to resort to getting dressed hurriedly in the dark after nearly sleeping in. And that idea ended up coming back to haunt them when they actually stepped into the light and realized they had put on the wrong uniform.
True, one night say they should’ve noticed from the start, but the two were in a rush and also weren't known for being the smartest in their group. Yoichi wouldn’t have had a problem with any of that....if he wasn’t currently wearing a too-tight blouse and extremely-short skirt that seemed ready to flip up at any given moment. Shinoa got his shirt and pants and despite both being super baggy on her to the point of covering her hands and feet, she seemed to be having the time of her life, giggling and dancing around. He kept pulling the skirt down in embarrassment as she finally danced over to him.
“Alright, alright, I had my fun. Let’s swap back now. I genuinely don’t want Mii-chan to see this,” Shinoa shot Yoichi a grin as she tossed his uniform back at him. The two quickly got redressed underneath some tables; popping back out in the right outfits.
Yoichi sighed in relief as he tightened the gloves he normally wore, blushing heavily as Shinoa shot him another teasing grin.
“It’s such a shame though....you looked so super cute in my skirt!~” She ran out of the room ahead of him, briefly flipping her skirt up to reveal her lacy purple panties before continuing to run. Yoichi simply followed after her, blushing heavily.
“I did not!” He protested hotly, ignoring her giggles.
The only thing he would ever admit to enjoying was the fact that her clothes smelled sweet and flowery, which surprised him knowing the type of girl Shinoa was. But he found he had no problem with that. A sweet, flowery scent fit her, and he suddenly realized he already missed having that sweetness so close to him.
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Genderswapped Ship: CelestiaxChihiro from Danganronpa
Title/Summary: Breaking Curfew; Vincent catches Chihiro out after-hours, sneaking a ball gown into a duffel bag and acting shifty.
Notes: OTP!!! The last two parts are just some theories I have about how the trials would go if they ended up being genderswapped. Chihiro is a gender-neutral name in Japan kinda like Morgan or Jordan or whatever so it wasn’t just me being lazy.
It was way past ten at night. In fact, it was nearing one in the morning, and any fool knew that. There were clocks plastered all over the school. So, why was he hearing shuffling sounds coming from the warehouse? And the sound of footsteps? He chuckled to himself; it seemed as though a little rat had snuck out and believed itself to be sneaky. He quietly wandered into the warehouse, finding the shape of someone in the dark, hurriedly stuffing something into a bag.
Vincent chuckled again and slammed the door closed with his foot, making the person jump up in surprise. He leaned against the wall. “Going somewhere, hm? This late at night?” He motioned to the ball gown peeking out of the duffel bag, making Chihiro blush heavily and shove it back in. “A gown that fancy? What a lovely shade of pink as well. Could it be....you are off to take dancing lessons?”
“V—Vincent-san...I really gotta get going,” Chihiro blinked, the confidence in her tone clashing with the nervousness in her eyes. She was afraid of getting caught, though Vincent knew it wasn’t about the imposed curfew anymore. Rather, it was about the ball gown.
True, the girl was small and pretty muscular; most dresses would look bad on her especially ones as fancy as that. The girl’s brown-blonde hair had been brushed neatly, and despite it being the same thing she wore every other day, Vincent couldn’t help but to notice her brown overalls, white dress shirt, and green jacket fit her just a tad different tonight.
It was true, the little crossdresser has made some kind of appointment somewhere with someone. But why couldn’t she just spill the beans to Vincent? The tall, gothic prince had believed them to be friends, ever since a few days ago when Chihiro admitted to admiring him and confessing the fact she was truly a girl to him. True, Vincent saw him as being mainly expendable, but that was a far better thought than the ones he normally harbored for his classmates.
“And where might you be off to in such a rush? Can you not spend a few more minutes with me?” Vincent stepped closer to Chihiro, the darkness on his clothes making him blend into the shadows better. He quite liked the uniqueness of his outfit; a white and black suit with a red tie and frills everywhere, complete with a matching lacy hat and a long extension for his black silky hair. He wanted to combine a gothic gown with a gothic suit and felt as though he had succeeded.
“I’m meeting with someone. I’m already late enough as it is. Now get out of my way,” She repeated, staring Vincent down. He chuckled, moving a bit closer to her and finally stealing a kiss from her cheek, making a small blush form.
“More troublemakers? Oh my. How very bothersome,” He tittered, giving Chihiro a wave that she returned as she eagerly dashed off, her grip still poised tightly around the straps of the duffel bag.
If Vincent had known that would’ve been her last night alive, he definitely would’ve stolen a kiss from her lips instead.
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“Chihiro-kun was killed in the boys’ locker room! So he has to be a boy!”
“Wrong. When I was doing my investigation, I....happened upon something by chance. Chihiro-san....is actually a girl. I had to feel up the body and just came across that fact,”
“WHAT?!”
“Damn, that adorable shota boy was actually a hot crossdresser this whole time?! Wowzer! I should’ve been the one to do her!”
“I already knew that fact from the start,” Vincent boredly twirled his ponytail around on his finger, blinking. He never passed up a chance to one-up his classmates and this seemed like the most perfect time to do it. A small victory, but a good one nonetheless, as he got to see their confused faces. Their ugly, confused faces. A face he had grown accustomed to seeing in the underground.
An expression he would never be made to mirror.
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“But your real name isn’t Vincent Ludenberg, is it? In fact....it’s-!”
“How about you go shove it up your ass? Vincent Ludenberg is my real name, true as truth, and that shit ain’t my fault if you can’t understand it!”
“Then show us your E-Handbook!”
“Ack! Invade my privacy like that? What kind of a lady are you?”
“Vincent....just give it up already,”
“.....I suppose this is the end for me then. I, Vincent Ludenberg....nah, just call me by my real name now....Tadashi Yasuhiro,”
As he was being led to a stake to be burned for his crimes, he found his mind wander to Chihiro once more. He calmly folded his hands in front of himself as he gave a confident and sickly-sweet smile to the rest of his classmates.
If he had known the two would die mere days from each other, he would’ve stolen a lot more than just a kiss.
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Day Thirteen, Our Song: Your OTP and music. Do they have a song? Do they sing? Do they dance?Ship: YuixKanato from Diabolik Lovers
Title/Summary: Do You Feel the Melody?; It’s a well-known fact that Kanato is the most musical in the Sakamaki household. But that’s not going to stop Yui from trying.
Notes: I’m not sure if I consider these two to be my OTP or not but I do ship it pretty hard. This takes place after all of the games, like Yui and Kanato are ruling the vampire realm together. Also Kanato cast a spell on Yui to make her entirely devoted and serving towards him and unable to recall anything not relevant to him. It happens in his good ending believe it or not!
She spends her mornings practicing her music. It started out as a hobby of sorts, something for her to do on those mornings when the sun was too bright and she just couldn’t sleep as a result of it. The others didn’t seem to mind, but she didn’t care. She didn’t need their approval, nor did she live for their approval anymore. The only validation she ever needed in her life was Kanato’s. For the past few weeks he had been dropping hints about wanting a singing partner, so Yui immediately started to work on that in secret.
How her singing never woke him up, she didn’t know. It wasn’t that her voice was bad, she was a perfectly-serviceable choir girl back at the church......but it still felt like it lacked something. Yui not only knew that, but could feel that, and she knew Kanato would be displeased with her if she never learned how to sing.
She mulled over these thoughts today, having taken a break from practice and just looked around the room. Her hair was worn loose as always; a large frilly purple bow placed in it that matched her dark purple Lolita gown. It was handmade, of course, all of her clothes were nowadays.
She knew she needed to return to her singing again, but what was she to do if she had no idea what was missing? She took another glance around the room again, finding a large piano hidden in the corner.
She jumped up and raced towards it, trailing her fingers along the keys, smiling at the pleasant sounds. One of the other Sakamakis played the piano too....who was it....? Yui shook the thought from her head and sat down at the piano gently, her hands poised over the keys.
Forget the other Sakamakis. At that moment, she only had to think about one, the one she needed to impress. Her beloved husband, the one who had taken away her fragility, the one who shielded her from the light, the one who had awakened the true potentional inside of her.
Yui closed her eyes and started to gently play the piano, wanting to get a feel for the keys first. She hadn’t taken lessons before, but in spite of that she soon found herself playing a simple melody, a simplified version of that one song he often sung to her. A small smile formed on her face as she continued to play, even when she had stayed out too late and he appeared behind her, his powers threatening to suffocate and overwhelm her, even now.
“You were supposed to make breakfast! I have been waiting for the past thirty minutes!” He demanded. “Stop playing that stupid thing and go make something,”
Instantly, she paused, opening her eyes and pushing herself off the bench, smiling as she did so. “Of course, Kanato-kun! How silly of me to have forgotten! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, after all!” She beamed, hurrying out of the room with a spring in her step.
“Go back to your singing. It sucks, but not as much as your piano-playing does!” He called after her, and Yui nodded involuntarily.
Time to put those dreams of playing piano to rest, for good, it seemed. Oh well. She vastly preferred to sing anyway.
OMG they’re making a new Diabolik Lovers game!!!!!! It’s called Diabolik Lovers: Chaos Lineage!!!! I’m so excited!
My grandparents are bringing us Culver’s....not sure how I feel about that. The food is fine I guess but it’s not really one of those restaurants that you wanna take home to people, it’s very much a sit-down and enjoy kind of place
Never mind, the wait to make the food is too long so they’re just getting us McDonald’s lol
My birthday is in a week
Do you have any plans?
Lol no, when have I ever had plans for my birthday ever? Mom has not said a single word to me about it. I’m betting she forgot again
I just thought I'd ask :P
Lol thanks for reminding me I have no plans
You are welcome :D
I was being sarcastic
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This is probably going to sound strange but I was reading an article about the person's experience growing up in America, and I totally missed the fact that the author was a woman and was incredibly confused by a really long and detailed scene where she described putting on a blonde wig and a dress and staring at herself in the mirror for a long time; the author was trying to describe when she had first really noticed she wasn't white but since I thought the author was a man I was extremely confused and wondered why nobody else in the comment section brought up how weirdly-descriptive that scene was until I checked again and saw who the author was lol
My middle brother is sick and throwing up...ugh I hope I don’t get sick from whatever he has
We went to my mom’s friend’s place for Thanksgiving yesterday since we weren’t able to visit my grandparents and she was having a small get-together at her house. It was surprisingly a lot of fun even though I ate so much I almost passed out...lol
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Maybe I'm petty, but I'm not about to ask for a cake I'd really love and get my hopes up for it only to have her make some kind of excuse like she forgot or she didn't have any time like she does all those other years I asked her for a cake