#lyra writes

[thesummerrtriangle]

"Oh, the guy in the train?" the monocled man with a witch hat asked nonchalantly. Jung Heewon subconsciously tensed as he drew closer. Despite all the times they had encountered each other before, they had never managed to learn his name.

Beside her, Lee Hyunsung shifted to hide the 49% of Kim Dokja behind his tall frame. Noticing this, the monocled man's smile seemed to grow imperceptibly wider. With a pale finger, he reached up to adjust his monocle.

"It's alright, I won't hurt him!" the man said, voice cheery in a way that she could tell was absolutely fake. Yoo Joonghyuk unsheathed his sword slightly more, the sound echoing in the silence of the station. "Even if he kept flinging me out of the train," the man sulked to himself.

"You met Kim Dokja?" Yoo Joonghyuk unsheathed his sword, bloodlust emanating from him. The monocled man leant backwards, balancing on the heels of his feet.

"Why, yes!" the man said, his dark eyes glimmering. "What a pity, he seems to be falling apart-"

"I'll kill you," Yoo Joonghyuk growled out, lunging at the man. The man took this as the catalyst for some event that they were unaware of, smiling eerily and extending two fingers of his right hand. Danger bells tolled in Jung Heewon's mind and she grasped the hilt of her sword. The wall beyond them glimmered. She could hear Han Sooyoung's incensed murmur of "idiot", beginning to unleash her status. For a second, she thought-

Huh? What had she been thinking again? From the corner of her eye, from the depths of the station, grey fog curled. The monocle man paused, Yoo Joonghuk's sword faltered slightly. A cat emerged.

A cat??

The existence of a cat in the first place would have been weird in the first place, but this cat was weirder than normal. Its pupils were yellow with black rings, and it wore a bow tie on its chest. Its hind legs seemed to shift, for the lack of a better word, from reality every once in a while, turning into illusory tentacles that gave Jung Heewon a headache if she looked at them long enough. Its front paws were covered by white gloves.

("Cute," said Lee Hyunsung.)

Contrary to their wary attitude, the monocled man brightened up. His eyes- wait how was he doing that- sparkled. Bounding over, he knelt next to the cat.

"Hello, Mr. Fool!" he exclaimed. Mr. Fool, the cat? turned its gaze toward him, silent. The monocled man coughed into his fist. "In my time in this world, I've tried to learn some Chinese. After all, my time in your dream world was limited." The man shook his head, distraught.

The cat blinked steadily. As if prompted by that, the man straightened up again. "Nihao fine shyt," the man told the cat.

What.

The thought seemed to be echoed by the cat. Wait, the cat spoke? She didn't know whether to be relieved that they weren't facing a man with delusions of being a Disney princess or be scared of the monster cat that spoke.

In the end, she chose option three, that is, believing she was caught up in some really weird dream. Did she eat some spoiled food the night before?

(Lee Jihye leant down to whisper into Lee Gilyoung's ear, "Pinch me."

Lee Gilyoung obliged, the same look of gobsmacked astonishment mirrored on his face.

"Ouh not that hard, brat!")

Yoo Joonghyuk seemed to grow angrier with each passing moment. "What did you do with Kim Dokja?" he growled once more, the glint in his eyes making him truly look like a terrorist.

The cat fixed its gaze on Yoo Joonghyuk. Yoo Joonghyuk glared back.

"He's asleep," the cat said after assessing Yoo Joonghuk very seriously. A very lucky thing was that Yoo Joonghyuk didn't explode in that time. The cat beckoned towards the wall with its chin. "However, his state is still very unstable. If you try to get him back right now, he might as well die."

Yoo Joonghyuk's frown grew more pronounced. Before he could say anything, Han Sooyoung tugged him by the collar. "What do you mean?" she asked, smile perfectly polite.

"You're an author, aren't you?" The cat said instead.

Han Sooyoung blinked, surprised. "Yes," she admitted, before her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How do you know that?"

The cat didn't answer her question once more. He turned towards the train, towards Kim Dokja. Then, he said, with an inexplicable hint of reminisce, "Write about him. Maybe one day, he too shall wake up."

There was a stinging sensation in her eyes that she refused to succumb to. After everything, in the end, they were still destined to wait. Maybe they should have doubted the cat's words, but Jung Heewon couldn't bring herself to. It felt like the finality of everything, a truth. An end, a ■■ decided by a beacon of destiny.

Apparently having said whatever he needed to them, the cat turned to the monocles man. "Do you know what that means?" The cat asked, disbelief lacing it's tone.

The monocled man shook his head. "In any case, you're not angry at me anymore right?"

The cat scoffed. "Think again, crow bastard."

The monocle man collapsed to the ground. "Mr. Foolllll," he whined, reaching for the cat who jumped agilely away. "You're so mean to meee. I'm sure you're only with me for my money."

The cat's fur stood up, whether in annoyance or embarassment, she couldn't tell. "Let's go back," he said.

The monocled man leapt up to his feet, before picking up the cat. The cat scratched his face. The monocle man fell on the floor, yelling "domestic violence".

Jung Heewon felt that last night's dinner must have been really bad.

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[little-stars-stuff]

ur angst is so mean... give me more lol specifically regulus centric angst, any pairing or just gen. im partial to bartylus atm

Please be very nice I wrote this in 30 minutes and it’s 3am (aka I need to be asleep time) so no proofreading to make sure it makes sense unfortunately.

Here’s the thing about regulus: he’s doomed by the narrative.

Everyone who has ever tried to love him has suffered some terrible fate for trying.

First Walburga, who really did try to love her sons —if Sirius is to be believed, she was sort of successful before Regulus came around— but was taken by the black family madness* shortly after his birth, and was cruel his entire childhood.

Then Sirius, who always loved Regulus more like a parent than either of their actual parents. Sirius, who raised him, protected him, and took beatings for him. Sirius, who got hurt so bad protecting Regulus that he had to abandon him to stay alive.

Then Evan, who was Regulus’ first friend —and only partially because he was the only kid his own age he had to spend time with— who was so devastatingly loyal to Regulus that he abandoned his sister in Ravenclaw to join Regulus in Slytherin. Evan, who sacrificed his whole life & got the dark mark so Regulus wouldn’t have to do it alone.

Of course with Evan, came Pandora, who was blessed with the gift of sight. But of course her love for Regulus turned even such a blessing into a curse, and so her dreams were plagued with visions of his death till it drove her too mad.

So no Regulus was not exaggerating when he said he was doomed by the narrative for all those who try to love him to suffer.

So really it was in everyone’s best interest that he cruelly reject Barty’s feelings before they became anything real or substantial.

It would be better for everyone if Barty grew up and realized what a bad choice loving Regulus was, especially with Evan right there, so sweet, waiting with his crush on Barty.

Because here’s the thing about Regulus: he’s really a selfish person.

And as Regulus and Evan watched the dementor suck the soul from Barty’s body, both couldn’t help but wish Regulus had been just a bit stronger, so maybe Barty could’ve been saved his fate.

*Bit of context, I’m imagining this Walburga with PPD which, gets explained away as the “black family madness” and leads to the cruel and abusive Walburga we’re used to. I don’t know much about PPD so it’s not really talked about, but I feel that it’s important to note.

[lyrastarstriker331]

Oh yeah uh fic art jumpscare

For my Souyo fic Midnight Phenomena! It’s a very fun and fluffy story where NOTHING BAD HAPPENS AT ALL TRUST :)

Still ongoing btw

[lyrabythelake]

LU-tober Prompt Day 3: Ring

“Stop!”

Sky froze, one foot hovering over the ground mid-step. If there was one thing he knew it was that if one of the other heroes shouted a command, you followed it, as swiftly and proficiently as possible. It could save you from an arrow to the head or the otherwise inescapable blast of a hidden bomb.

This time, though, Sky could see no discernable threat in their vicinity, just peaceful, rolling fields and the smoke from their campfire on the crest of the hill trailing a lazy, arrow-straight line towards the sky. He looked at Hyrule curiously.

“What is it?”

Hyrule had turned beet red.

“Ah–sorry Sky, it’s just that you’re about to step on a fairy circle.”

Sky’s gaze drifted to the ground below his looming foot and, sure enough, there was a ring of tufted grass there interspersed with the occasional burgeoning grey mushroom.

He stepped back, lowering his foot to the ground a safe distance from the circle.

He was confused. Not about the fairy circle itself–he had heard the stories when he was young, about how fairies gathered in these little mushroom circles and how they contained magic unknown to mere Hylians–it was a common fairytale told to children in Skyloft. 

No, he was confused because Hyrule was perhaps the least superstitious person he knew (no doubt a result of the severe lack of companionship growing up. Sky supposed he had little in the way of stories and superstitions passed to him like he did).

“It’s funny how some myths transcend even the borders of our separate dimensions,” Sky muttered absentmindedly. “I was told those stories too when I was young.”

“They’re not just stories.” Hyrule no longer looked embarrassed; his brows arched in surprise. 

“So fairies really do gather in them?” Sky asked with a small smile. He was only half humouring him; who knew how things worked in Hyrule’s world, it was infinitely different to Skyloft.

Hyrule squinted and angled his head to the side.

“Not so much anymore. There aren’t enough fairies left in the world for them to be used as meeting points like they used to, but there is a tradition among the fae that you leave an offering in every fairy circle you pass.”

“Truly?” Sky asked, not entirely sure what to think.

Hyrule nodded and began searching through his leather satchel, digging deep until he found what he was looking for. He smiled and opened his fist for Sky to see. In his palm lay a miniscule bottle of blood-red potion, glass and stoppered with the smallest cork Sky had ever seen.

Sky shoots him an amused look.

“Do you always keep fairy-sized gear with you?”

“You never know when you might need it,” Hyrule smiled.

“The Veteran must be rubbing off on you.”

But as Hyrule continued to clamber up the hill, Sky looked back at the ring of mushrooms. He couldn’t help but imagine Hyrule travelling alone in his world leaving small pieces of his depressingly meagre worldly possessions in each fairy circle he passed.

When he turned to follow his friend, it was with a growing fondness in his heart.

[starsoflyra]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

He couldn’t very well slack off and stand to the side. For one, the thin wood floorboards did little to muffle the pulsing music down below. He might as well brave the brunt of it himself. Keeping his distance would serve only to limit his knowledge of the goings-on downstairs, and he already knew he wouldn’t be able to stand not knowing.

Therefore, the Captain decided that he himself would handle surveillance. It was good form for a Captain to join his men on the field, even if the field in question was a bustling sitting room full of alcoholics and perverts. The least he could do was keep an eye on things and step in only if absolutely necessary.

And so it was that he found himself pressed up against a wall in the beating heart of the celebration, squinting through the purple mood lighting and resisting the urge to cover his ears.

Alison and Mike hold another rager. The Captain finds it hard to keep a level head.

[kiyoominous]

Hi the guidelines Button doesnt work on phone, just wanted to Tell you, As for a request can I have Cynthia,Lance and My boy Guzma with an S/O who captured ALL legendaries? Thank you!

well hello there, first request!! thanks for telling me about the guidelines button. I know nothing about mobile tumblr so I just put a visible link to it like this. I hope this helps?!?!?! if not, please tell me!!. also, you didn’t really need to know this but I had the leg song looping in my head while I was writing this.

❝♛❞

cynthia

she would be in absolute awe. 

probably lifted you up and spun you around ten times after processing the information, she’s just so excited!!

cynthia knew deep in her heart that her S/O had the potential to do anything they wanted but she was still so shocked!!

“and I thought that S/O couldn’t get any better than this…”

she would (politely) demand you to show her all these legendaries and she’d take a good look at all of them, seeing as she’s so into pokemon mythology. 

would totally pet all of them and connect with them instantly, to your amusement. 

cynthia’s the type of person to flaunt her S/O everywhere she goes but she’d probably only tell her grandma and professor rowan about your legendary children. 

obviously she’s still so proud of you and would tell the whole world but that’d make you a target for thieves, one thing she doesn’t want. 

now, if she ever wants information on a legendary pokemon, she can just ask you or drop by to visit them. how convenient!!

lance

like cynthia, lance would be super impressed with you but he knew that you could do it anyway. 

he’s excited and will scoop you up into a big hug, quietly whispering compliments into your hair. 

“S/O, you’re so amazing… you really are as powerful as I thought.”

it’d be a while before he actually got to see the pokemon though, as he’s laying the compliments really thick. 

once he got to see them all, he’d approach each one and spend at least ten minutes getting to know them. 

he’d spend a little more time with the dragon types, for obvious reasons. 

after a little bonding time, he’d probably challenge you to a battle to see how strong of a combination you are with your legendaries. 

 it’d end with you barely triumphing over him, only winning by a lucky shot thanks to xerneas. 

when he’s got a free day from his champion work, he’ll come over to bond with the legendaries and unknowingly spends about three hours straight just petting your big pokemon

guzma

“what?! you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!” 

he would be in utter disbelief, was this another one of your grandiose jokes? 

even if you told him ‘yes’ one million times, he’d still be in denial and would have to go and look for himself. 

while guzma’s walking over to look at your legendaries, he’s probably yapping about how ‘this better not be some sick prank, S/O!’ and stops mid-sentence when he sees your big legendary Pokemon children. 

 his jaw will literally drop the second he sees them in their glory. 

it’ll take him a minute for him to process but eventually, he’ll come to his senses (sort of) and slowly envelope you in a hug. 

“I can’t believe it… how’d ya get all of these?” would be his soft, whispered response. 

guzma probably won’t let go of you for a while but once he does, he’ll slowly walk up to some of them to pet them and try having a conversation with them. 

he’s probably giving reshiram a good head rub while three other pokemon are glaring at him for a pet. he’s become a Legendary Master™

now, he’ll probably come around to pet the legendaries in his spare time (which is basically all the time for him).

[thesummerrtriangle]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 诡秘之主 - 爱潜水的乌贼 | Lord of the Mysteries - Cuttlefish that Loves Diving Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Auceptin | Will Ceres & Klein Moretti Characters: Will Auceptin | Will Ceres, Klein Moretti, Derrick Berg | The Sun, (mentioned) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Light Angst, Some Humor Summary:

In his thousands of years of life, Will Auceptin had experienced many, many things. But regardless, looking down at the popsicle in his hand, ice cream is clearly the best thing to ever have been invented.

or, small child gets extorted by somewhat god

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happy birthday will auceptin!!

[thesummerrtriangle]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 诡秘之主 - 爱潜水的乌贼 | Lord of the Mysteries - Cuttlefish that Loves Diving Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derrick Berg | The Sun & Klein Moretti Characters: Derrick Berg | The Sun, Klein Moretti Additional Tags: Angst, Post-Volume 6: Lightseeker, me trynna beat the allegations for being an angst writer but i cant, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Immediately after opening the doors, Derrick introspects (he has a breakdown <3)

or, klein and derrick immediately after volume 6 ending