i am kind of sad because with the price of my camera i would've gotten many instruments i want. and i'm no longer passionate for cinema.
frankly, i don't believe i actually was. i didn't care about that shit 😭 but i was trying to get myself to enjoy it because it felt close to music somehow, after i've given up on it at that time.
i was shopping for new scented oils and i almost bought lavender oil, but the perfume guy gave me pomegranates musk and it smelled so delicious im drooling-- i bought it immediately
definitely not because it reminded me of persephone tehehe
i know it's been a while but burnout is a bitch. everytime i go back to school i tend to unintentionally abandon everything. I told myself I'll focus on writing even during school but oh well 😭.
and honestly i feel like i've fucked up the plot in some things. esp my streamer reader fic, i started it just as a drabble and didn't expect it to get sm recognition...and I had no plot in mind but i didn't wanna disappoint everyone since you seem to love it so it's been getting worse :(( so idk what i'm gonna do about that but we'll see !
i'm really really happy you guys like what i write i never truly expected that at all 😞🩷 which is why i am aspiring to do even better. i honestly thought i'd quit but writing fiction became a coping mechanism that i don't think i'd ever let go of.
i just came here to say i haven't forgotten about this blog and your encouragement or even just writing my silly self indulgent fics means so much to me and i missed everyoneeee >.<
continuing this thought
notes: caleb is...being caleb. he goes through your stuff. mention of other lads men but in a different way.
genres: hurt, angst, comfort. see part 1 for context.
The first week after Caleb came back moved by very slowly and very painfully for him. He’s still the puppy goofball as he’s always been, but you…aren’t the same.
And he’s very displeased.
It’s not that he doesn’t love your “new you” anymore, no no…he loves you no matter what. But he’s just being Caleb…overprotective.
He’s been very nosy, even more than he had originally been. He’d sometimes ask intruding questions that seem to hint at something with a cheeky grin to mask his intentions. “So, who are your new friends?” “Who did you get close with after I was gone?” "That's your wardrobe? Do you wear those on dates?”
And your answer is the same every time.
“Nobody.” “I don’t.”
He even walks into your room sometimes without knocking, asks to borrow your stuff because his are “low on battery” and he happened to forget his charger somewhere…
One night he offered to make you hot ramyeon the way you love it. Not only that, he even offered to wash the dishes to let you go wash up then “play a game” afterwards.
you hesitated before agreeing. You didn't know why he insisted on it so much.
And once again, he snuck into your room. He knew it was wrong. He knew you'd probably be upset…or not? He can’t predict you anymore and it’s making him feel eerie. but he just wants to know. surely you'll understand? he was only worried about his pipsqueak, that’s all.
After he finished his mission, he laid back on the headboard, eyes fixed on the hologram projector in front of his eyes. Your entire life timeline spread in front of him from the very minute he left, and all the way until the moment he came back. Even at this moment.
“Is this really necessary?” you grumble, sitting on the floor cross legged in front of him, an empty glass bottle between you two. Not bothered to style your hair or dry it after the shower. “We’re only two, what’s the use of the bottle?”
“Mhm~” he smiles. “Go ahead, pips. Spin it.”
You roll your eyes before grabbing the bottle and spinning it. It points to him. “Truth or dare?”
“Hmm…dare.” he grins.
“I dare you…to do ten one-arm push-ups!”
He snorts. “You really have the stupidest dares ever.” he props himself into a push up position, one arm behind his back before starting the pushups and doing them with ease. “Couldn’t have come up with something harder?” he sits back down with a smug grin.
“Oh, piss off.” you chuckle. He grabs the bottle and spins it, it points at him again…before he manipulates it with his evol to point at you instead. “You’re cheating!”
“No, I'm making it fun! Can’t have it pointed towards me every single time. Now, pick, my dear pips. Truth or dare?” his eyes glint with something different this time.
“Dare.” you challenge him with a cheeky grin.
“I dare you…to let me go through your phone.”
“What ?!” “What, why are you surprised?” he feigns innocence, his lips puckering. “I’ve always done that.”
“I know, but…now is different.”
He stares at you, his gaze unwavering. You feel yourself crumbling under his eyes.
“Backing off now, huh? I’ll make it easier for you. Feel free to switch.”
“...I pick truth.” you gulp, you have no idea why you’re feeling nervous all of a sudden. Perhaps the way he looks at you like he’s got you figured out?
“Let’s see…hmm…” he hums a melody, his tone mockingly gentle. “Tell me, pipsqueak. Who is this?”
He pulls up a photo from his phone, it’s a selfie of you and a guy. You feel the air getting knocked out of your lungs. You haven’t done anything wrong, yet his stare is giving you chills.
“H…how did you find this photo?” “Doesn’t really matter, but…I found it on your flash drive. I got it confused with mine.” he is eerily calm…
You sit up straighter, your tone firm. “What are you trying to do, Caleb?” “answer me first then i will gladly answer you.” he snapped quickly.
“He…was a friend. I don’t talk to him anymore.” you reply, your tone quiet than the earlier madness.
“And why is that?”
“We just…kind of grew apart. That’s all.” he slowly pulled his hand away, lying the phone facedown.
“Is this Xavier, your ex?” you froze, eyes widening. “Or Mike, who led you on then dated your bestfriend? Or maybe it is Zayne who you’ve been in situationship with for six months just for him to ghost you?”
“How do you know all that?!” you yelled, shoving the glass bottle out the way between you two, sitting up on your knees, leaning closer to him with a fiery gaze.
“Did you stalk me or something? You...you already went through my stuff, didn't you? And you even dare to question me?! do you have a knack for interrogating or something, mr colonel?”
“If you want to call this an interrogation, then do. But I must know.” he replied back with a stern voice, frowning as he leaned closer to you…you slowly backed away.
“You don’t tell me anything, I asked you over and over, and you give me this vague look, shrug your shoulders or just say ‘i dunno.’ I don’t even believe that you are [name] anymore.” he looks at you with the most desperate eyes you’ve ever seen. You’re trembling with emotions swimming in your eyes, your back pressed against the bedframe as you hesitate between pushing him away completely and reinforcing the walls you’ve put up again or pull him into a tight suffocating hug and never let go.
“Tell me whatever you wanna tell” he repeated for the hundredth time.
You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, the tears finally started pouring…his hand slowly reaching, cupping the side of your face, his voice dropped into a delicate whisper.
“And I’ll listen. Like i always did, hm? Isn’t your Caleb a good listener like you always said?”
why did i enjoy writing this LMAOOO maybe i myself am a caleb 😞
taglist: @rottengirlyy @notsurewhattocallthisblog8888 @inkedinshadows
continuing this thought
notes: caleb is...being caleb. he goes through your stuff. mention of other lads men but in a different way.
genres: hurt, angst, comfort. see part 1 for context.
The first week after Caleb came back moved by very slowly and very painfully for him. He’s still the puppy goofball as he’s always been, but you…aren’t the same.
And he’s very displeased.
It’s not that he doesn’t love your “new you” anymore, no no…he loves you no matter what. But he’s just being Caleb…overprotective.
He’s been very nosy, even more than he had originally been. He’d sometimes ask intruding questions that seem to hint at something with a cheeky grin to mask his intentions. “So, who are your new friends?” “Who did you get close with after I was gone?” "That's your wardrobe? Do you wear those on dates?”
And your answer is the same every time.
“Nobody.” “I don’t.”
He even walks into your room sometimes without knocking, asks to borrow your stuff because his are “low on battery” and he happened to forget his charger somewhere…
One night he offered to make you hot ramyeon the way you love it. Not only that, he even offered to wash the dishes to let you go wash up then “play a game” afterwards.
you hesitated before agreeing. You didn't know why he insisted on it so much.
And once again, he snuck into your room. He knew it was wrong. He knew you'd probably be upset…or not? He can’t predict you anymore and it’s making him feel eerie. but he just wants to know. surely you'll understand? he was only worried about his pipsqueak, that’s all.
After he finished his mission, he laid back on the headboard, eyes fixed on the hologram projector in front of his eyes. Your entire life timeline spread in front of him from the very minute he left, and all the way until the moment he came back. Even at this moment.
“Is this really necessary?” you grumble, sitting on the floor cross legged in front of him, an empty glass bottle between you two. Not bothered to style your hair or dry it after the shower. “We’re only two, what’s the use of the bottle?”
“Mhm~” he smiles. “Go ahead, pips. Spin it.”
You roll your eyes before grabbing the bottle and spinning it. It points to him. “Truth or dare?”
“Hmm…dare.” he grins.
“I dare you…to do ten one-arm push-ups!”
He snorts. “You really have the stupidest dares ever.” he props himself into a push up position, one arm behind his back before starting the pushups and doing them with ease. “Couldn’t have come up with something harder?” he sits back down with a smug grin.
“Oh, piss off.” you chuckle. He grabs the bottle and spins it, it points at him again…before he manipulates it with his evol to point at you instead. “You’re cheating!”
“No, I'm making it fun! Can’t have it pointed towards me every single time. Now, pick, my dear pips. Truth or dare?” his eyes glint with something different this time.
“Dare.” you challenge him with a cheeky grin.
“I dare you…to let me go through your phone.”
“What ?!” “What, why are you surprised?” he feigns innocence, his lips puckering. “I’ve always done that.”
“I know, but…now is different.”
He stares at you, his gaze unwavering. You feel yourself crumbling under his eyes.
“Backing off now, huh? I’ll make it easier for you. Feel free to switch.”
“...I pick truth.” you gulp, you have no idea why you’re feeling nervous all of a sudden. Perhaps the way he looks at you like he’s got you figured out?
“Let’s see…hmm…” he hums a melody, his tone mockingly gentle. “Tell me, pipsqueak. Who is this?”
He pulls up a photo from his phone, it’s a selfie of you and a guy. You feel the air getting knocked out of your lungs. You haven’t done anything wrong, yet his stare is giving you chills.
“H…how did you find this photo?” “Doesn’t really matter, but…I found it on your flash drive. I got it confused with mine.” he is eerily calm…
You sit up straighter, your tone firm. “What are you trying to do, Caleb?” “answer me first then i will gladly answer you.” he snapped quickly.
“He…was a friend. I don’t talk to him anymore.” you reply, your tone quiet than the earlier madness.
“And why is that?”
“We just…kind of grew apart. That’s all.” he slowly pulled his hand away, lying the phone facedown.
“Is this Xavier, your ex?” you froze, eyes widening. “Or Mike, who led you on then dated your bestfriend? Or maybe it is Zayne who you’ve been in situationship with for six months just for him to ghost you?”
“How do you know all that?!” you yelled, shoving the glass bottle out the way between you two, sitting up on your knees, leaning closer to him with a fiery gaze.
“Did you stalk me or something? You...you already went through my stuff, didn't you? And you even dare to question me?! do you have a knack for interrogating or something, mr colonel?”
“If you want to call this an interrogation, then do. But I must know.” he replied back with a stern voice, frowning as he leaned closer to you…you slowly backed away.
“You don’t tell me anything, I asked you over and over, and you give me this vague look, shrug your shoulders or just say ‘i dunno.’ I don’t even believe that you are [name] anymore.” he looks at you with the most desperate eyes you’ve ever seen. You’re trembling with emotions swimming in your eyes, your back pressed against the bedframe as you hesitate between pushing him away completely and reinforcing the walls you’ve put up again or pull him into a tight suffocating hug and never let go.
“Tell me whatever you wanna tell” he repeated for the hundredth time.
You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, the tears finally started pouring…his hand slowly reaching, cupping the side of your face, his voice dropped into a delicate whisper.
“And I’ll listen. Like i always did, hm? Isn’t your Caleb a good listener like you always said?”
why did i enjoy writing this LMAOOO maybe i myself am a caleb 😞
taglist: @rottengirlyy @notsurewhattocallthisblog8888 @inkedinshadows
continuing this thought
notes: caleb is...being caleb. he goes through your stuff. mention of other lads men but in a different way.
genres: hurt, angst, comfort. see part 1 for context.
The first week after Caleb came back moved by very slowly and very painfully for him. He’s still the puppy goofball as he’s always been, but you…aren’t the same.
And he’s very displeased.
It’s not that he doesn’t love your “new you” anymore, no no…he loves you no matter what. But he’s just being Caleb…overprotective.
He’s been very nosy, even more than he had originally been. He’d sometimes ask intruding questions that seem to hint at something with a cheeky grin to mask his intentions. “So, who are your new friends?” “Who did you get close with after I was gone?” "That's your wardrobe? Do you wear those on dates?”
And your answer is the same every time.
“Nobody.” “I don’t.”
He even walks into your room sometimes without knocking, asks to borrow your stuff because his are “low on battery” and he happened to forget his charger somewhere…
One night he offered to make you hot ramyeon the way you love it. Not only that, he even offered to wash the dishes to let you go wash up then “play a game” afterwards.
you hesitated before agreeing. You didn't know why he insisted on it so much.
And once again, he snuck into your room. He knew it was wrong. He knew you'd probably be upset…or not? He can’t predict you anymore and it’s making him feel eerie. but he just wants to know. surely you'll understand? he was only worried about his pipsqueak, that’s all.
After he finished his mission, he laid back on the headboard, eyes fixed on the hologram projector in front of his eyes. Your entire life timeline spread in front of him from the very minute he left, and all the way until the moment he came back. Even at this moment.
“Is this really necessary?” you grumble, sitting on the floor cross legged in front of him, an empty glass bottle between you two. Not bothered to style your hair or dry it after the shower. “We’re only two, what’s the use of the bottle?”
“Mhm~” he smiles. “Go ahead, pips. Spin it.”
You roll your eyes before grabbing the bottle and spinning it. It points to him. “Truth or dare?”
“Hmm…dare.” he grins.
“I dare you…to do ten one-arm push-ups!”
He snorts. “You really have the stupidest dares ever.” he props himself into a push up position, one arm behind his back before starting the pushups and doing them with ease. “Couldn’t have come up with something harder?” he sits back down with a smug grin.
“Oh, piss off.” you chuckle. He grabs the bottle and spins it, it points at him again…before he manipulates it with his evol to point at you instead. “You’re cheating!”
“No, I'm making it fun! Can’t have it pointed towards me every single time. Now, pick, my dear pips. Truth or dare?” his eyes glint with something different this time.
“Dare.” you challenge him with a cheeky grin.
“I dare you…to let me go through your phone.”
“What ?!” “What, why are you surprised?” he feigns innocence, his lips puckering. “I’ve always done that.”
“I know, but…now is different.”
He stares at you, his gaze unwavering. You feel yourself crumbling under his eyes.
“Backing off now, huh? I’ll make it easier for you. Feel free to switch.”
“...I pick truth.” you gulp, you have no idea why you’re feeling nervous all of a sudden. Perhaps the way he looks at you like he’s got you figured out?
“Let’s see…hmm…” he hums a melody, his tone mockingly gentle. “Tell me, pipsqueak. Who is this?”
He pulls up a photo from his phone, it’s a selfie of you and a guy. You feel the air getting knocked out of your lungs. You haven’t done anything wrong, yet his stare is giving you chills.
“H…how did you find this photo?” “Doesn’t really matter, but…I found it on your flash drive. I got it confused with mine.” he is eerily calm…
You sit up straighter, your tone firm. “What are you trying to do, Caleb?” “answer me first then i will gladly answer you.” he snapped quickly.
“He…was a friend. I don’t talk to him anymore.” you reply, your tone quiet than the earlier madness.
“And why is that?”
“We just…kind of grew apart. That’s all.” he slowly pulled his hand away, lying the phone facedown.
“Is this Xavier, your ex?” you froze, eyes widening. “Or Mike, who led you on then dated your bestfriend? Or maybe it is Zayne who you’ve been in situationship with for six months just for him to ghost you?”
“How do you know all that?!” you yelled, shoving the glass bottle out the way between you two, sitting up on your knees, leaning closer to him with a fiery gaze.
“Did you stalk me or something? You...you already went through my stuff, didn't you? And you even dare to question me?! do you have a knack for interrogating or something, mr colonel?”
“If you want to call this an interrogation, then do. But I must know.” he replied back with a stern voice, frowning as he leaned closer to you…you slowly backed away.
“You don’t tell me anything, I asked you over and over, and you give me this vague look, shrug your shoulders or just say ‘i dunno.’ I don’t even believe that you are [name] anymore.” he looks at you with the most desperate eyes you’ve ever seen. You’re trembling with emotions swimming in your eyes, your back pressed against the bedframe as you hesitate between pushing him away completely and reinforcing the walls you’ve put up again or pull him into a tight suffocating hug and never let go.
“Tell me whatever you wanna tell” he repeated for the hundredth time.
You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, the tears finally started pouring…his hand slowly reaching, cupping the side of your face, his voice dropped into a delicate whisper.
“And I’ll listen. Like i always did, hm? Isn’t your Caleb a good listener like you always said?”
why did i enjoy writing this LMAOOO maybe i myself am a caleb 😞
taglist: @rottengirlyy @notsurewhattocallthisblog8888 @inkedinshadows
Sylus won one of China’s most prestigious game awards (first otome game character to win and the only one LADS got when the game itself wasn’t even nominated) and please😭😭😭😭
I'm also thinking of writing "your f/o" without really stating a name so it can be relatable to anyone even outside this fandom. it kinda gives more freedom for imagination and to insert ur fav characters anyways.
cont. after sylus brought the bunny hybrid home.
genre - fluff, crack, past hurt, comfort
warnings - bunny is severely traumatized. read previous parts for context.
tags: @pure--as--a--lamb (want to be added? click here)
After he tucked her in bed, Sylus has been quietly cooped up in his office. But…
In front of him, three stacks of numerous heavy hardcover books about hybrids and bunnies maintenance. His glasses resting low on his nose as he flips the page, highlighting any information he finds important.
He let a small huff through his nose at the text he read…apparently, bunnies need enough sunlight and being let outdoors in nature and also having many friends and more bunny companions around them. otherwise they might feel lonely and get depressed.
However, it’s always night in the N109 zone. Not to mention, he has a nocturnal sleep schedule….that would be difficult to do. But not impossible. For the next few hours, he went all out to get all necessary preparations for a bunny.
As bunny began stirring awake…she sat up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Suddenly, a bright beam of blinding light hit her face, startling her to hide under the blanket.
“Good morning, sweetie.” Sylus forced a smile, wearing sunglasses indoors.
The bunny slowly peeked from under the blanket, eyes squinting. her ears horizontally lined. questioning…
“Is this sunlight realistic enough? I figured i could get one of those ‘natural sunlight’ lamps to keep in your rooms. But i guess it’s too bright…” he adjusted it, dimming down the light slightly.
He placed the lamp on a corner and walked towards her, the mattress dipping under his weight. “Did you sleep well?” she quickly scrambled from under the blankets, her legs tucked under her knees, arms up. “n-no check up time!” she squeaked, her eyes closed shut, ears pointing straight up trembling.
Sylus sat still, eyebrows knitted…he read about what this ear movement means. ‘scared.’ he took a slow inhale…
“bun, open your eyes. look at me.” a small whimper left her closed lips.
he sighed slowly. “you can put your arms down.”
she slowly opened her eyes peeking at him, hands slowly lowering.
“there's no such thing as check up time here.” he spoke lowly but surely.
“no…check up time?”
Sylus shook his head, reaching his hand out slowly, giving her room to pull away.
“no, none of that. it's morning, I came to wake you up for breakfast.” she stared at him, dumbfounded. tilting her head as her ears bent slightly.
Sylus stood up, forcing a smile despite the tug in his heart.
“Mornings are for breakfast and pancakes. nothing else.” he patted her head gently, almost getting addicted to the soft feel of her fur.
"Come on, my coffee will get cold.” he stepped back before walking away without waiting for her to follow.
she hopped on the floor and quickly ran after him, repeating in her head “mornings…breakfast. no more check up time!”
—
“why is boss so concerned with this breakfast thing…” luke whined.
“I know, we almost never eat breakfast yet he's religiously flipping pancakes...”
they sat at the dining table, staring at the bunny who stared back at them.
“Hmph.” she huffed, glaring at kieran as Sylus approached. quickly switching her target to him. “Fish...?”
“No fish, sweetie…this is breakfast.” he yawns.. “You'll have as much fish as you like at lunch.” he held back a smile, putting a large glass of fancy-looking strawberry milkshake with a cherry on top.
he smirked as he watches her eyes glint in excitement, kieran dropped his pancake.
“I want one too!” luke shrieked “Go make it yourself” “but hey that's MY milkshake machine!” “So what? you don't know how to use it anyway!” “as if YOU know?”
bunny watched the twins bicker…and discreetly stole the berries and fruits topping on each of the twins’ pancakes with the fork.
—
Bunny sat patiently by the front door, after sylus helped dress her and carefully tucked her ears under a hat, he quickly rushed inside to fetch something. she was vibrating with excitement, foot stomping rapidly waiting to finally bolt out in the wild. she looked up as the twins approached her.
“Pfft, where did your ears go?” luke mused.
“are they under there?” Kieran peeled the beanie off a bit to catch a glimpse of her long distinct bunny ears.
“and here i was wondering why you looked bald. those long ears made you look bigger than you are.” Luke wheezed before they both burst out laughing.
A low growl rose from her chest
their laughter slowly died in their throats.
“haha– ha…hey, bunny. don't be offended, we're just joking, right luke?”
“yeah! you look…adorable–AHH!” a high pitched scream echoed the room as bunny pounced on him, legs tangled around his bicep before sinking her small teeth into his shoulder
“whoa whoa, bad bunny, bad bunny! stop it, no biting!” kieran quickly tried grabbing her before bunny kicked him in the crotch with both of her feet, he recoils backwards before dropping on the floor in a coil.
Mephisto flew over with a loud caw, beak picking at her beanie to stop her until it fell off.
“What's going on here?!” Sylus’ firm voice cut through the chaos. she quickly hops away from them. the two men rolling on the floor weeping in pain. Bunny stood there, chest heaving, a tight frown on her face.
Sylus stood still in silence. He wouldn't have believed she was the one behind it if Mephisto didn't see the whole thing. "caw !!"
the twins lay crumpled above each other, the fabric on luke's shoulder was torn, the proof of her bite stamped on his skin. her cheeks puffed out, hair messy and ears parallel to the floor her fur caught somehow in mephisto's beak.
He quickly thought of the books he had read earlier, thinking ‘what to do if the bunny bites or misbehaves?’
he is pulled out of his thoughts when bunny slammed her knees on the floor, bowing down. “Sorry! No punishment, please...!” she squeaked.
the two weeping men looked up abruptly in silence, staring. Sylus’ breath hitched, countless thoughts going in his head and none of them were devoid of murder.
He stepped closer before kneeling on one knee. With a flick of his fingers, the twins quickly got up and scrambled away, he picked her up by the scruff of her neck.
“Get up.” he spoke lowly, his voice dropping an octave.
“All you need to say...is sorry. Just 'sorry'. ” his deep red eyes gaze directly into hers with intensity she hadn’t seen before. “No bowing, no begging. And definitely, there will be no punishments.”
“But...I broke the rule. no biting...” she shivered. He stood up to his full height, her gaze followed his face.
“There’s no rules for you to break in the first place. You’re allowed to defend yourself, I wouldn't punish you for that.” His eyes softened the moment he saw how tense she was.
“Understood? I don't want to see you bow again.” He spoke with a gentler tone.
She nodded quickly before he continued, his hand petting her head and gently holding her chin between his fingers. “and I’m not mad. They brought it upon themselves." he smirked
She nodded once again, her fur puffing out from the rapid movement.
Sylus sighed in relief, closing his eyes…as another strong yawn came out of him. He looked up and bunny was gone.
As she hops towards the twins who quickly scrambled to the kitchen corner, luke hides behind kieran's back.
“Sorry. I will do it again if you bother me.” she narrows her eyes at them, pink nose twitching defiantly.
“...” “...eh?"
mephisto flew towards her, carrying her beanie in his beak before she snatched it, a faint snort targeted to him. Sylus raised his eyebrows in amusement before smiling wider. she stomped towards the front door as he opened it, gesturing for her. "after you, boss bunny."
*click*
"she didn't even get a timeout..." "or a corner." "caw..."
!! - this is very self indulgent. i kept overthinking and editing stuff but it just didnt feel like what i genuinely like. so i'm aware it's not for everyone
