hii haiii I'm alychee or lorelai, don't like one more than the other, so feel free to call me either of them !!
I will mostly post about my writing one here, I think at least. so I hope my writing will be enjoyed !! and for your knowledge I am not original english speak and tend to make up words at times [maybe], so I apologise for any bad grammar I might have in my posts !!
I have a story I post about every friday on quotev, so I might also post it on here too !! [ it's called "a girl from the river", which is a naruto fic. so if you like naruto insert, then give it a look. ]
other than that one, I have two others which are about phoenix drop high and detective conan / case closed, as we need more fics of both these stories. I can't get enough of it !!I have some other interest that I might write about but I don't know and I need to focus on the three stories I have for now as I quite enjoy them [hope you will too] !!
Rules
also on my account here I will have some rules, like the usual once, no bullying or other rude sh*t, be especially polite if you're going to ask something sensitive, be mindful and know that if it is something I don't like I might just ignore you/it.
I might take on requests, depending on my mood and likeness in the request [might not be able to write it] so be aware.
I mostly write in either femme or gender natural terms as I am most confident with those genders [unfortunately].
I do not think I will write anything with nsfw.
Hope these come off as rules and this should be it !!
[the prologue of my little fiction, hope it will be enjoyed !!]
praelocutio — my wonderful day
Why do things like this have to happen to you? You just went to this vending machine to get something quick to eat before your next lesson starts, but no, it had to steal your money without giving you anything.
You have by now given it twenty dollars when you should have just needed to give it five dollars. Who made this stupid machine? Probably someone who wants to robe people off money? Or just someone who wants to irritate people?
“Why won’t you just give it to me?!” you shout at it as you shake it in anger. You so hate these f*cking vending machines. You swear they are just made to rob people of their time and money. You start banging your fist against the machine as you've lost your patience to wait for it to take its time. Knocking on it as if it was your neighbour's door, who was being too loud.
Your fist bangs hard against the metal, probably leaving you more hurt then what you did to the machine. The hunk of junk wiggles a bit by each hit, but you're too distracted by it not giving you what you want, making you oblivious to it.
And your ignorance would soon land on you hard. Really hard, in fact making you a pancake of meat. You shriek in agony as it topples onto you, your head hitting the ground before the rest of your body. But you don't lose continuousness in that instance, first you have to suffer, of course. Cause why not?
It made you into a real life human pancake, losing every sense in your body after some long minutes of torture.
Who would have thought you would have died in such a stupid way? Died because of your appetite.
Wonder when you would even be found, people barely went by here. Well except you of course.It was really old. But it still hurts like any other. Might be why no one goes here but you.
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Seems like you didn't die forever. Cause you don't feel dead right now, actually you feel as much alive as you can right now. You can feel every inch of your body, your skin feels stingy. Like it had been hit by a hundred bees. Having hitting every inch of your body.
You sit up, but you almost fall down in the same instance. Though this time you react quickly by putting your hands first. You might have imagined it, but it felt quite soft, almost bouncy.
You decide that maybe you should keep it slow, for now.
You were surrounded by nothing but darkness. So you couldn't see too clear around yourself, it didn't help that your eyes felt like they were covered by glue.
You bring your hands to your face to wipe away whatever was on them, but they feel weird. Even when you tried to move your body, now that you think of it. Your skin feels so soft but it also was burning so bad.
What happened to you? You get crushed by a metal box and now you're in a dark place? Are you in hell? You weren’t that evil, right? You feel like you were pretty much average around that evil thing. Maybe more than average, leaning more towards good, actually. You did do good things. At least in your opinion.
But if it would be hell, shouldn't it be covered in flames? That's at least how they usually picture it.
And, you don't know, but, shouldn't someone be here to greet you, at least? Even for hell that's a shit move. Wouldn't they want to greet their new members or are you reading into things? “–oh! you finally woke up!–” a squeaky yet soft voice speaks up as if in your mind. You realise it's coming from somewhere inside of you, almost like it's part of your own body.
Who was that?! Is that a devil or a heavenly being?
You feel a light breeze from your left, it has a sweet scent to it. When you turn towards it you can see a light soft pink mass with blue eyes staring at you.
You flinch back in response, being surprised by the sudden appearance of another creature in this dark place. Especially such a cute one.
It was small, had cat-like ears that twitched a bit, a cute nose and a long tail by its back. And it was pink of course.
“–it's been so lonely from when you fell asleep –” the creature spoke up once again. Its mouth wasn't moving but you could still hear its voice as clear as day.
What was happening to you? Were you going mad? Cause otherwise this creature that's staring at you right now is mew?!
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Some days had passed and you were still in the black space, but you could hear other voices outside. They weren't that of mew but some humans, you think, you weren’t fully hearing what they were saying but from what you could understand, they were scientists.
Were you being experimented on? Yeah, like that would happen.
A sharp vibration hums through the darkness. The so-called void around you flickers, and for the first time in ages, light bleeds in through cracks in the blackness. Not hell. Not a dream.
But a glass wall.Shapes move behind it, white coats, masks, and the sharp silhouettes of machines. So your theory about being experimented on might not be so far off.
“Subject 7b is conscious again,” one of them says. Their voice is muffled, but you hear it perfectly.
You look at your hands. They look much lighter than usual, almost like you've been drained of life. It doesn't even feel too far off either, you feel really tired even though you've probably been sleeping for ages. The scientists press buttons you can't see, letting the tank light up.
And your reflection looks back at you.
Your hair had changed, they were no longer their usual color, but blue. A soft blue, yet a deeper colour, it was rather pretty.
Though, that wasn't the only thing that had changed, your eyes were red. And you don't mean the red kind you get from crying but it is your iris that's red.
Not to mention your skin looks really pale, like a corpse? Maybe it was the lights. Let's hope. you don't want to look like you're sick all the time, right?
“–it seems like the brain has shown some unusual changes, do you think it's time to test this further, sir?” one of the lower grade scientists asks what seemed to be the leader scientist. “Yes, please proceed” the man responded by putting down the board they had been given by the other scientist. The men bring out the surgical tools, which consist of knives, scalpels and some form of scissors. You start to feel immense stress as the men keep walking closer to you with those sharp objects.
Before they can even lift the scalpel, something inside your chest snaps—no, bursts.
The sound isn’t audible, but you feel it, like a bubble of static exploding behind your ribs.
Your vision fractures. The glass, the scientists, even your own reflection — all shatter into thin lines of light.
Then, in an instant, the world flips.
Cold air stings your skin. Your lungs burn. You’re no longer in the tank, you’re standing outside it.
And in your place, inside the tank, is the head scientist— his eyes wide, his mouth forming a silent scream as the containment fluid fills around him.
You stagger backward, clutching your head. Everything aches. Your fingers leave faint trails of light where they touch the air.
“What—what did you do?” one of the assistants shouts, dropping their clipboard.
You don’t answer. You can’t. You barely even understand it yourself.
The pink creature’s voice echoes in your skull again:“—see? you remembered how to use it.—”
“Use what?!” you whisper hoarsely, but the creature is nowhere in sight.
The alarms begin to blare. Red lights flash.
Hands reach for you, but your instincts move faster—you blink, and the world folds again, just slightly. You’re suddenly several meters away, near the door.
It hits you then. Whatever they did to you—it worked.
They changed you into something else. Something not quite human.
And you just stole your first breath of freedom.
You move fast towards the door with your fragile body, opening the door and stumbling your way out into the white corridors.
You just keep running with all your might, not daring to look back.
Water drifted slowly in the river, dragging things down its path.
Even with nothing pushing it, did it keep going. Small leaves drifted along the calm water, dropping from the brave trees. Flowers sat calmly by the edges, giving the little spot more life.
Then, there was a girl, a girl who disturbed the peaceful atmosphere the place had. She intruded the place like an elephant in the ocean, being totally out of place. Her uniform did not match the forest, having a dark blue cardigan covering her white button up shirt, a similar blue skirt following the water's rhythm. Knee high leggings that were slightly crinkled under her knees, and then there were her shoes, fully covering her feets, no hole for her toes. What kind of weird clothes was she even wearing?
What was she even doing in the river, drifting along it as if she was part of it? It weirdly enough was the only thing fitting with her. Someone could bet that as soon as she gets out of the water she'll become like a fish on land, slowly losing herself.
Her face seemed to be at such a peace that nothing could ruin it, well except for the moment she woke up. Then she’ll be at no peace any more, she'll be faced by life.
A life filled with continuous things happening, bad and good things.
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Wet.
That's the first thing I felt when I woke up. I felt like a fish in water, to be precise, a jellyfish. I kept floating in the fluid, it kept drenching me but kept me up. ‘I must be dreaming’, was the only thing I felt was possible for such a situation to happen suddenly.
What else could explain this? Only a dream is the right answer. A quite good dream I'd say, I feel so free. Like nothing could hold me back, so simply free. That's what dreams are supposed to be, no?
I blink my eyes open, getting welcome by a beautiful sky. A bright yet soft blue with the occasional white clouds. Fluffy one’s indicating the light breeze. It really was like a dream, reminding one of the heavens. The paradise everyone wishes to reach.
I continue to lay there enjoying the peaceful moment, letting my brain rest a little while longer. We all need rest, so I gotta enjoy it to the fullest.
Especially now that I got such a beautiful view.
Actually, who am I kidding with? Why would I, of all people, enjoy such a peaceful place without exploring it? I'd be an idiot to myself. And I don't want to be an idiot.
Sitting up from my sleeping pose, I feel the water dragging me down. My clothes have grown far too drenched, making me feel trapped outside it. Hair clenched on to me, stitching onto the closest solid thing, my body. It felt as if someone had placed a heavy rag on top of my head.I wiped away the strands of hair that had gotten in the way, latching onto my face. It irritated me too much to be ignored.
The ground under me was mushy with the exception of spike rocks, I ruffle way as much as I can, putting my skirt under me. It is much more comfortable to sit on than straight on the sand.
I sit still for maybe a second before getting a hold on the solid ground beside me to stand up fully. I got a bit dizzy at first but still got stable fast, though the ground felt closer than usual. It felt as if my legs had grown shorter, well shorter than what they already were.
I look down at the water reflection, there before me was a child. A child that looked like a younger me, smaller and much frailer. What kind of dream was this? If anything I'd dream of being taller and stronger, not meeker.
They had the same hair as me, but longer, my eyes were the same except for being slightly bigger, then there was also that my face, it seemed cubbier and more child-like. Why dream of having longer hair as a child but still be this small? It really doesn't make sense.
Neither why would a child me be wearing my current uniform, had I fallen asleep in class? It really isn't impossible, I haven't had the best sleeping schedule this past week. And the teachers are just talking about boring things, the same usual thing we've already read about.
So dreaming really doesn’t sound too boring, even though I'm still the same but younger and even weaker. Still better than listening to the teachers, I'd continue to say, or well think.
I walk up the slight high step, reaching the stable ground. It had pretty flowers covering the small field, many different colors scattering all over the place, dotting it like scattered candies, or confetti.
It made the place even prettier, like who doesn't enjoy this chaos of colors? Maybe boring people, so not me.
I feel the water on me slowly caressing my body, tickling my skin into having me giggle. I don’t really know why it made me laugh, but it felt nice. I watch the water drops slowly fall down to the soft grass, hitting the leaves till they drip even further down. Some drops hit the petals of the flowers making them glimmer in the light of the sun.
Before I can continue to admire them my eyes catch something in the corner of my eye. They get dragged towards it by some unknown force, probably just curiosity, it stops when I get a full view of.. a moth? Why would a moth be seen in full daylight?
Oh, right this is a dream.
The moth had a soft yellow brownish main color covering it, with some white lines and brown dots by its wings. It was rather fluffy by its neck and paws, or whatever its black legs are called. This is something I’d dream of, a beautiful insect.
After some seconds of staring at me it moves, it flaps its wings, all four in perfect sync. It flies away with a slower pace then what I accepted, something in me took it as a sign to follow it.
I took slow steps after it, feeling the water in my shoes moving, it felt uncomfortable but I did nothing to change it. I made my way through some bushes by the end of the paradise of a place I've woken up in. I kept going even though it kept growing darker, I kept following the moth, with no second thought.
Even though it was sulky I had the moth, the pretty moth that lightened my way.
After the trees had ended, did the rain start.
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my chapters will be around 1k and i'll post as often as possible, chapter 000 has 1.137 words
‘Cause what other thing could you do other than that with such a weak body.
Somehow you continued to push through anyway. Day after day. Step after step. Breath after breath.
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And then came that Tuesday.
One moment you were walking, thinking, existing.
The next… something inside you just stopped cooperating.
A sharp silence, a hollow pause, a weight pressing down from the inside.
No slow-motion fall. No grand epiphany.
Just a sudden, quiet end.
The world didn’t care.
It kept moving, like always.
Schedules. Screen lights. Traffic. People. All indifferent.
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.
And yet — somehow — you opened your eyes again.
You don’t know if you should be glad or terrified.
Will you slip back into the endless routine, the boring cycle?
Or can you finally reclaim a life that feels like it’s yours?
CHAPTERS !!
000 — an addicted to thoughts
001 — a flower in the rain
002 — life moves on, but will you?
003 — dance to live
004 — if this is dying, then at least it’s beautiful
005 — drifting souls in the rain
006 — swan teaching the duckling
[more chapters to be added]
also. disclaimer !!
I did plan on writing a naruto reader insert but it might lean into a self/oc insert.
This MC will be given a name as I'm not too big of a fan of using y/n !!
I will give the character a similar personality to myself [maybe] and may try to describe the appearance as little as possible. But know that I will go of that this MC will have long hair, quite short and fragile looking [skinny]. I will not point out the colors, except for some of the clothes !!
