I stood outside the glass door for a solid ten seconds, peering through the gold lettering at the table that held three generations of our family and one feral disappointment in a Walmart dress.
Through the glass, I saw Akane first. Her posture so crisp it could slice bread, hair so perfect a shampoo company probably approached her out of fear she'd sue them for false advertising. Then my parents, heads bent close over a lacquered menu, wearing that carefully relaxed look people put on...
2025-06-21 16:45:04 +0000 UTC
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I got back to my apartment just in time to realize that the black dress, my precious thirty-dollar surrender flag to the realm of acceptable family appearances, is still needed ironing.
Fun fact: I do not own an iron. Or an ironing board. Or whatever grown, capable, credit-score-having humans use to de-wrinkle the fabric manifestation of their generational compliance.
For a moment, I just stood there in the dim light of my living room-slash-every-room, the dress limp and accusin...
2025-06-20 00:41:56 +0000 UTC
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Wait for my new updates tonight. I'm gonna do a full-on sprint later on hehe~ while the juice on my brain is still there 😭
Thanks again for being heree~ 🫶🏻🫶🏻 ｏ(*≧∇≦)ﾉ
(Got a bit busy this week so i haven't posted the latest chaps)
2025-06-19 12:08:20 +0000 UTC
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I feel like I just got rejected... aaaaaaaa (i know this is so personal, but like aaaaaa, hahahahaha, idk where to put this sadness and frustration out pfffttt 🥹😭)
Since I can't drink liquor for now, I'll drown myself in chocolate ice cream and pain 😭 ꉂ (≧ヮ≦)
I've never been this sad wtff, hahahahahaha
This fuels me to write. Yes. My cope.
UPDATE ON THIS: I have a boyfriend now :>
2025-06-18 18:22:42 +0000 UTC
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She a bit a moody today, but still, im her mother, so she has no choice :) Her name is Mochi uwu
(*つ▽`)っ
2025-06-18 14:20:06 +0000 UTC
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One flight, two tear-stained customs forms, and a mother’s forced goodbye later— she was back where everyone spoke like they’d swallowed a ruler and thought politeness could fix a person. Aoi got dumped back into London like a punishment dressed up as family “structure.”
She’d promised her sister she’d behave.
But promises were cheap currency when your whole chest buzzed like an unshaken soda bottle.
So her second morning, she ditched half her unpacking, ign...
2025-06-18 12:41:29 +0000 UTC
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I stood at the front of the boba shop, staring into the abyss of the menu.
There were forty-seven choices. Forty-seven. Who needs that many permutations of tea and regret?
Behind me, someone fake-coughed because I’d been here for seven minutes. I ignored them. This was an art. A war. A lifestyle.
The teenager at the counter smiled too wide. “Hi! Ready to order?”
I pointed dramatically at the menu. “How sweet is ‘regular sweet’?”
“Uh… pretty...
2025-06-18 07:17:50 +0000 UTC
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[Krei's POV – Age 9]
Dad’s hand rested on my shoulder while the big glass doors swung open. I could hear the grown-ups talking inside, their voices low and proper, the way people sound when they care more about money than lunch.
I tried to stand taller, like Dad did. I had my best shoes on— the ones with the stiff leather that squeaked when I moved too fast. Dad called it “making a good impression.” I called it “my feet hurt.”
Then I saw...
2025-06-17 08:13:45 +0000 UTC
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[Weaver’s POV]
They dragged me out for Mom’s birthday. Said something about “family bonding” and “put the laptop down for once, Otis.” I hate when they use my real name. But I love Mom more than I hate that name, so here I am: stuck in a faux-fancy fusion place, elbows pinned to my sides so I won’t knock over a hundred tiny plates we didn’t order.
Across the table, my little sister—Poppy, the menace—was face-down on her phone, earbuds in,...
2025-06-17 05:52:33 +0000 UTC
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My other cat had fought her way for my chicken ( T∀T) I have a half eaten chicken now pffftt.
(Em just sharing this cuz it's funny lol)
2025-06-16 13:55:06 +0000 UTC
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[Akane's POV]
I rang the bell at exactly six-thirty. I had my own key. Everyone in this family did, but Grandpa preferred to open the door himself. He said it kept the house dignified.
When he saw the pastry box in my hands, his frown relaxed by a millimetre. “On time. Good. What is it?”
“Canelé. From that French place near my office.”
“Hmph. Foreign sugar lumps. We’ll see if they’re worth it.”
I stepped inside, slipping...
2025-06-16 13:33:48 +0000 UTC
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[Noah’s POV]
She showed up at my door twenty minutes late, hair brighter than my hallway light, hugging a half-empty bubble tea and her laptop bag like she was on the run from the feds.
“Don’t. Say. A word,” she hissed before I could open my mouth.
I said a word anyway. “Blonde?”
She kicked my shin on the way in.
She dumped her stuff on my couch, bubble tea rattling dangerously close to my keyboard. Then she ripped off her hoodie — static made ...
2025-06-16 11:49:14 +0000 UTC
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[Poppy's POV]
It’s Friday night, and I’m ugly-crying into a decorative pillow my mom bought from IKEA because she thought it looked “chic and not tacky.” She was wrong, but that’s not the point.
The point is that Ketsusaki is graduating. Tonight. For real.
Ketsusaki’s graduation stream has been live for five hours now. Five. A normal person would’ve logged off by hour three, gone outside, touched grass. Not us. Not the Cult.
2025-06-16 10:55:00 +0000 UTC
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By the time I got home, my hoodie smelled like ghost pepper salsa.
I still had that lingering buzz in my chest—leftover adrenaline from screaming at Noah during Mario Kart. I’d laughed so hard I’d nearly pulled something. But somewhere between the bus stop and my front door, the fizz had gone flat. The noise had faded. Now, there was just this low quiet hum under my skin, like the kind you feel after a party ends, when everyone's gone home and you remember your own name again.
2025-06-14 16:05:03 +0000 UTC
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THURSDAY
Technically, this was supposed to be a cooking collab. Realistically, it was a livestream of two adults proving live on camera that the kitchen is a battlefield and so is friendship.
I slammed a pot on the stove. “Tonight’s menu: Mystery Soup 2.0. Ingredients: regret, expired noodles, and Toast’s emotional stability.”
He snatched my bottle of soy sauce mid-pour. “No more liquids until you learn how to measure like a normal human being....
2025-06-14 06:04:43 +0000 UTC
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TUESDAY
The stream was live before I realized my mic was peaking like a banshee with a megaphone.
“HELLO, DEMON SPAWNS! Welcome to tonight’s TED Talk: ‘How I Ruined My Own Backstory and Made It Your Problem!’”
Chat immediately combusted:
[EggsInMyWiFi]: YES DESTROY THE LORE
[PoppyQT]: WHO NEEDS CONTINUITY
[SaltyShrimp69]: MY BRAIN CELLS LEFT THE BUILDING
[MochiBandit]: I SK...
2025-06-13 15:52:07 +0000 UTC
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MONDAY
The countdown timer on my screen hit 00:00 before I’d even finished setting up the scuffed overlay. OBS glitched twice, my mic gate decided to retire early, and my chat—my dear, feral little cult—was already foaming at the mouth.
I hadn’t even spoken yet.
I took a sip of my overpriced convenience store iced coffee, slammed it down too hard, and unmuted.
“RISE, MY GREMLINS OF MILD DISASTER! Welcome to the grand, messy kickoff of you...
2025-06-13 04:16:39 +0000 UTC
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[Krei's POV]
The rain hadn’t stopped all morning.
From the corner window of the dorm study lounge, I could see the slate-gray sky pouring over the school courtyard. The old stone pathways were dark with rain, the hedges flattened into damp submission. Beyond the field, the chapel bell tolled once for the quarter-hour. I didn’t look up.
The literature worksheet in front of me was still half-finished. T.S. Eliot stared at me from the page like he was ju...
2025-06-12 05:51:19 +0000 UTC
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[Krei's POV]
Lunch at our house wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It was the kind of calm that felt like jazz on a rainy afternoon, warm, steady, with pauses that said everything without saying much at all.
The long oak table had been in the family since forever, its edges worn smooth by generations of elbows. Today, it was dressed with linen placemats and a glass pitcher of elderflower cordial. A basket of fresh bread sat between a bowl of olive tapenade a...
2025-06-11 08:52:27 +0000 UTC
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[Krei's POV – Age 10]
The estate was too white.
Like, too white. The kind of white where you know even breathing on something could get you in trouble. White walls, white carpet, white napkins folded into weird triangle shapes. Even the fruit punch looked nervous like it knew it was about to get someone grounded.
I hated it already.
I'm stuck in a tie that felt like a tiny noose ...
2025-06-11 03:03:35 +0000 UTC
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I'll be posting earlier chapters for volume 3 here before releasing them on Royal Road and Scribble hub :>
I'll start posting on June 12, since I already have the draft for the remaining chapters on volume 2 but i decided i will start posting earlier chaps for vol 3 here :>
Thank you again for the support! ﾟ.+:｡∩(・ω・)∩ﾟ.+:｡
2025-06-07 12:19:41 +0000 UTC
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This is a draft I did before to create my characters. I've only set five before continuing to vol 2, and here it is, uwu
AOI JANE TAKAHARA HALBERD
Age: 28
Occupation: Full-time VTuber
Favorite Food: Cheese ramen, honey butter chips, pudding (love hate rl), boba
Favorite Game: Cozy horror games, janky dating games, animal crossing, gacha hell
Notable Traits: Sarcastic, emotionall...
2025-06-07 11:28:11 +0000 UTC
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Hehe~ i'll posting it on June 12.
It will consist of three side stories that focuses on Krei's pov :>
2025-06-06 10:05:48 +0000 UTC
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Oh my god.
I'm sorry you have to see all this empty space aaaaa. I've been busy a lot so I haven't posted any new stuff yet.
I was prepping for my licensure exam in Physiotherapy (yep a med student here hi aaaaa) It's the only focus im giving right now since its a do or die thing for mee sooo yaahh i hope you dont mind this empty space ( T∀T)
Thank youuu for the support!!!! LIKE FR I JUST GOT BACK FROM OUR FIRST DAY OF EXAMINATION AND I RECEIVED AN EMAIL LIKE WHAAATTT
<...
2025-06-05 11:28:53 +0000 UTC
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!!READ WITH CAUTION, THIS CONTAIN SPOILERS!!
Night settled thick and sour.
The sky above was shrouded in clouds, moonlight smeared like ash through a mist that clung low to the ruined town. At the edge of what had once been a grand square, they stood before the hollowed remains of the old cathedral—its spires now broken fingers clawing toward a starless sky.
Damir inhaled deeply, tasting the damp, metallic tang in the air. He felt it crawling on his...
2025-05-12 02:34:47 +0000 UTC
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I'll be posting my early releases starting this June. Both my 2 books will be given more productive ideas.
I will be more active here in terms of updates :>
I do want to push myself and be out of my comfort zone, so this type of projects is a process for me to hone my skills owo
2025-05-12 02:12:08 +0000 UTC
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Idk, i just want to flex my cat :D and kirby hehe
2025-05-12 02:08:19 +0000 UTC
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It's been a while since I drink vodka :> craving sweets and liquor all at once is a big nono lol
2025-05-12 02:06:39 +0000 UTC
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The Quietest Day
Capital City, Celestia
It was a strange thing to notice, but Damir Gwyrtheyrn had always been good at noticing what others missed. Even at ten years old, while other noble children were fumbling with their etiquette tutors or learning how to sit up straight for court portraits, Damir had already begun collecting patterns. Not flowers or marbles or sweets like the other children, but patterns of behavior, of consequence, of shadow.
And today ...
2025-05-12 01:59:36 +0000 UTC
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Maybe I should be doing my daily blogs here owo
2025-05-12 01:30:40 +0000 UTC
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