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d-10 till christmas 🎄

Summary: Nani was found by the Olo’eyktan of the Zeswa Clan, Vilyra, taken in and raised as his own. (Prologue)

Warnings: Blood, murder

Chapter ii, iii, iv, v, vi

THE PLAINS were big and never ending, and blending into the huge blades of glass stood a young teenage girl with skin the color of cyan sea glass. Her tail slim but paddle shaped with Miss-matched eyes. One yellow, one light blue. In her hands was a huge bow that had a bunch of engravings on it, as if it was made for her from birth. In careful letters were her names written into crossbow. Nani. That was her name, given to her by the Olo’eyktan, who took her in after he found her abandoned by the shore.

“Careful Nani, the palulukan doesn’t discriminate between the smar and tarnioang.” The Olo'eyktan— Vilyra, a strong man with pale blue skin and sand markings spoke quietly as Nani pulled back the bow.

“Okay, papa.” She steadied her stance, working through the tall grass, and carefully, not to distrube the palulukan, she fired a single arrow, shooting it straight through the head.

“Good job, ma’ite. You’ve done well. Now we must thank her.” Quickly and practiced, Nani made her was to the palulukan, and she prayed.

Palulukan, thak you for all you have done. You meat will feed many, your bones will help the greater, your eyes will heal the sick. None of you will waste. You are with Ewya now, sister.

Nani opened her eyes, and she saw little palulukan puppies. “Papa! Come look at this.” Nani called for her father, who came next to her in an instant. “They’re her children.”

Vilyra counted the puppies, there were four. He sighed. He couldn’t let these palulukan puppies go without a mother, especially since Nani had been a careful hunter to their mother. “Nani, you will care for these puppies, until they are of age, then, you will release them back to their home. Especially now that you are ten years.” Vilyra said with practiced ease.

“Yes papa, I will take good care of them.” Nani smiled and picked up the four puppies, grabbing a spare cloth and pulling the into a sash.

And for two years, Nani kept to the promise. First, she released Elyani, one who was eager to go out on her own. Then she released Zanli, who followed only days after her sister. Then she released Saynok, but there was one pup who never left her side, Koani. A boy, smaller than the rest, not ready to leave her side. So Nani waited. And waited, and waited. But Koani wouldn’t leave her. So she visited the Tsahìk, an older woman by the name of Silae, an older woman who had been Tsahìk for many years, three times before Vilyra.

“Silae.” Nani spoke softly as she walked in, Koani trotting softly behind her. She sat down across from the old woman, Koani curling into a ball behind her. “I have great troubles.” Nani admitted as Silae looked up.

“What troubles you, child?” Silae put down the songcord she had been holding, staring into Nani’s soul.

“Koani, he won’t be with his own kind. He is five years now and nothing. He stays to me like flowers to mother tree.” Nani heard Koani purr before shifting and going back to sleep

“It is not problem child, very few have a palulukan see us as mother or equal, you will tsaheylu with him, you both will be mighty warriors.” Silae brushed her hand over the side of Nani’s face, she heard Koani hiss, and she chucked. “You have a moody complaining, my dear.” And with that Silae picked up the song cord she had been holing, humming softly to herself.

Nani left with Koani trotting behind her as they went back to their tent where it was where Nani spent her free time. Koani settled down next to her as she began to sew.

The One That Got Away - ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Pairing: JJ x Reader x Rafe (love triangle)

Part one - eye bags

summary: chris scrolling through disney+ trying to pick a movie for him and y/n to watch until she picks her childhood movie.

contents: fluff, kissing, pet names (bun, my bell)

chris and y/n were sitting in their apartment cuddling on the couch. chris was clicking the down arrow on their tv remote naming off disney movies, “aladdin.” he said emotionlessly preparing for yet another no from her.

“no..” she mumbled with a groan. chris sighed and kept clicking down on the arrow. “101 dalmatians.” he said. “no.” said y/n.

he just gave up and handed her the remote. she happily plucked it from his hands like a weed being ripped from the dirt.

she scrolled through a bunch of movies until something caught her eye. she gasped and sat up slightly. “oh my gosh! chris lets watch tinkerbell!” she said with a smile looking over at him.

he returned the smile and nodded, “sure bun, why not?” he looked over at the tv once she clicked on the big white ‘PLAY’ button.

she adjusted the way she was laying and layed her head on his chest already trying to line up her breathing with his breathing. she loved doing this with him. theres two reasons she does it, to get comfortable and its a habit shes been doing since she was younger.

he looked down at her and kissed the top of her head which made her lift her head to look at him. “yes?” she said with a small smile.

he shook his head and said nothing, he took the opportunity to grab her face and drags her up a little bit to reach her lips. he kissed her softly and then pulled back smiling at her.

dividers: @dollywons

tag list: none cause idk if anyone wants to be tagged…

I'm normal gang dw abt it. I'm a chill guy totally 🫶.

But besides that— is also due to my LACK of MOTIVATION, bro is being an lazyass ik gang sorry you can throw the tomatoes at me this time 💔💔💔🙏🏻🙏🏻. But also being so focused on a different fandom which is forsaken and it got me interested to it a lot but making me almost forgot about VAT7K... no, I didn't mean to abandon it gang I'M SORRY—🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

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Sooooo, I uh- found like three OCs for my VAT7K series and these three are going to join in with Varian on his adventures and to fulfill their goals as well.

... Yea, I haven't redesigned them BUT HERE THEY ARE YAYAYAYAYYA— anyways,

Soooo—from the left with the wings is Aeris, the middle one who's an alien is Nova, then the last one who's on the right is Elion. ( I might have to change his name idfk I don't like it 😞🙏🏻- )

Uhhh, I don't remember much what their goal is... But I can only remember that Nova wanted to maybe (?) get back to her own planet and finding a way. I haven't thought how she ended up on earth, but I'll try to figure it out!

I haven't thought yet for Aeris and Elion yet sadly, but I know in what order who we'll meet first or one by one. It's going to be Elion, Nova, THEN Aeris. It's basically from right to left 🧍‍♀️👍.

what I could describe each of them to make it easier for people to know them more is that :

- Aeris felt or inspired by Hyuna mostly from Alien Stage.

- Nova ( her full name is actually Cosmica Nova!! 🩵) getting me feeling like her vibe is like Starfire from Teen Titans, but also Uraraka from MHA! (I guess she was my favorite at the time ngl- I love Nova (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃).)

- then Elion for some reason—the first thing in my head that he's kind of like Heizou from Genshin Impact 😭🙏🏻- the zesty ahh detective 💔. MOSTLY for his voice probably or his personality?

The other two is just another trio who lives in a forest but they won't be joining with Varian or smth like that, I'll update this later if I could and send the images.

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Y'all can help me and give me your ideas and opinions! Feel free and I would be also APPRECIATE IT sm 🙏🏻 (╯︵╰,)♡♡ !!

But for now, I think I'm going to redesign them three first and make more OCs if I could– I have like at least a few ideas. Okay now, BAIIIIII!!! thank you sm for reading this love you all!! 🫶🫶🩵🩵—

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The red string of fate.

It tied around your finger and led you to where your soulmate was. Regardless of who you were, everyone had one.

The strings were indicative of what the relationship would be like if the soulmates ever met.

For some, it was frayed and coming apart. For a minority, it was tangled with knots. For the majority, it was thin and barely even there.

But for God’s chosen select spirits, it was smooth and thick, gleaming with a glassy sheen and basically indestructible.

And, Gojo added with distaste as he stared at his ring finger, tied in a little neat bow.

It was no secret that Gojo was God’s favourite. His looks, his inherited curse technique…but having a perfect soulmate story? Really?

Due to his six eyes, he could see the string all the time. He wasn’t like other people, who could make it appear and disappear as they pleased. It was always there. Eating? It was there. Sleeping? It was there.

It could filter through walls and lead you to the direction your soulmate was, the other end of the string being tied to your soulmate’s hands. It could stretch and-

“ow!” Y/n gasped.

-if you tried to cut it, it would send a searing pain to both parties’ hearts.

“He tried to cut it again?” Y/n’s best friend Ichigo sighed. Her head rested on her left hand while her right hand held a giant mug of coffee. “Mhm,” Y/n responded. She was browsing the web for job opportunities at the local cafe. “Ooh! There’s this job offer at a nearby bank.” Y/n turned her laptop so Ichigo could see. Y/n was used to the pain now. At least once a month her soulmate tried to cut their string, to no avail. Y/n learned to be indifferent to this. She could still find love - not everyone ends up with their soulmate.

“Hey, What’s that?” Ichigo pointed a carefully manicured finger at a job proposal on the side of the screen. “Holy crap! It says Jujutsu tech!” 

“NO!” Y/n gasped, disbelief written across her face. She snatched the laptop out of Ichigo’s hands and her eyes traced back and forth the words of the job advertisement.

*Manager Job applications open* Right next to the advertisement was a funny little badge.

And Y/n knew exactly what that badge meant.

This was a job application for Jujutsu Sorcerors.

Unfortunately for Y/n, not everyone with cursed energy was cut out to be a Jujutsu sorceror. But Y/n had experience in corporate workplaces. She would definitely snag this job. 

She would 100% be a manager.

“Hopefully I’m not the manager of some bratty kids.” Y/n sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Wouldn’t it be worse if you were the manager for some snotty Special Grade?”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “God, that would be so terrible. Imagine being at the beck and call of a stuck up prick!”

Little did Y/n know, she wouldn’t have to imagine it for long.