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*+.Forgotten Sky.+*
Chapter I :
{Morning Sky}
You haven’t heard , have you? No? It doesn’t really surprise me… after all, you and I are just spectators of this world, able to see it both bloom and wither away. You’ve just got here… so please allow this humble narrator to serve you throughout this lecture and explain this situation.
At Glossopharyngeal Academy Hm? Yes, I am aware it’s a plenty weird name, but who am I to judge? I am merely the narrator… not the author. Complain to her if you can’t remember it later. What was I saying..? Ah yes. At Glossopharyngeal Academy, a name that only a drunk doctor playing darts on a human body could ever give to a school, a rumor has spread like a weed in a flower garden. It was based on the unfortunate death of a first year student by the name of Avery Shiloh, who was killed by a fellow classmate, that pushed her off the school roof in a fit of rage. This incident took place many years prior to our tale and it disappeared like thin strings of smoke in a storms ruthless winds, but somehow someone remembered it. The new rumor slowly began corrupting the whole school until not even a soul was unaware of the name of ‘Caelum’ and her story. Let me see if I can recall it…
Every morning, as the sun begins to arise, the figure of a black haired girl will wonder around the rooftop asking if anyone is there. But beware that if you don’t answer in her favorite language, you will suffer her faith.
Avery was- forget it. I am a respectable narrator, keep on reading for your informations. I shouldn’t chitchat with the reader.
Our tale has its beginnings in a chilly early autumn morning. The freezing air painting uncertainty in the students lungs. Strings of aa yet to be identified sensation sewing through their every muscle holding their members tight against their bodies. As much as they yearned to drown themselves in the cold and rigid new uniforms, to hide from that feeling, they didn’t. They couldn’t. It was just an irrational fear; ghosts, legends and monsters are just peoples’ imagination… right? And even if spirits were real, there’s no way they’re as people describe them… “How bad can they possibly be?” A thought that sung in the first years’ minds in unison. Even though the minds of two of the new students, played the same tune. A girl and a boy. And to respect the cliches.. the girl was scared of the possibility of ghosts in the school and the boy was swearing his eternal friendship with her.. or any other things other writers say. But leaving jokes aside, the truth is… the blonde boy with disheveled was the one scared out of his mind, shaking from each and every joint. If he didn’t have human form, he might be mistaken for a jelly during an earthquake. On the other hand, the girl, calm, more than a statue, was trying, not really that much, in all honesty, to make the jelly-human relax.
“Enzo, please, stop it. You look stupid.”
She says without too much emotion, for a few seconds placing her hands on Enzo’s raised shoulder, in a failed attempt to get him to stop shaking. She removes her hands to straighten her clothes some more, if that was even possible. Unlike our scared jelly’s, whose clothes divulged emotions happily, ruffled, his head dug in his shoulders and his pupils as contracted as they get, allowing their azure color to shine through, the girl didn’t show a drop of fear. Hair of the same color as Enzo’s eyes perfectly tied in a ponytail, not a rebellious strand dared to ruin. Neither did her uniform have any wrinkles, even the fibers seemed to be systematically aligned.
“W-W-What!? You’re telling me that you aren’t scared, no, te-terrified that we are… we are going to.. be in the same school with… g-g-ghost…!?”
Cries out Enzo, playing the buttons of his uniform in between his trembling fingers. Pinching the bridge of her nose the girl sighs, but before she’s able to add something, a voice gentle and steady covers the school yard.
“Good morning, my respectable students and parents. I am more than honored to welcome you to our school.”
All of the participants’ eyes dart towards the source of the sudden sound. A stage- it’s not really a stage.. How should I appraise it…? Should I be a polite narrator or.. say my true opinion…? Honesty is always the key.. right…? Anyhow, the cube with stairs that held the place of a stage. Everyone’s eyes dart towards the so called stage, but while doing it the girl’s eyes glide towards the roof by accident. Her blood runs cold, freezing in her veins. On the railing, dangling its legs carelessly, a foggy figure waves at the girl, after it’s saw the figure leaps backwards evaporating on the roof.
The eyes of the shocked girl widen, her eyebrows furrowing and lips parting slightly. A sharp breath, that felt cooler than the one before, cuts into her lungs.
“Are you o-okay…? G-Grace…?”
Hearing her name turns towards Enzo, who, at sight of the shock on her face, starts shaking even more. Grace murmurs a “yes” before turning her attention to the “stage” again.
Ahhh… I don’t feel like talking so much! What a sadistic author; not even having on mercy her poor and ever loyal narrator! Ugh… enough with the complaining.. or else I’m never going to finish this…
To no one’s surprise, the one making the announcement was the principal. A well respected and renowned gentleman, mainly known for his habit of implementing unusual rules, to keep the students in check. Most were reasonable.. some weird.. but some were… questionable… Some were saying he was nuts, while others said he was good and slightly (more) chaotic.
With the legend of Caelum covering the school like the thin layer of ice on shallow a body of water, under the merciless rule of winter, the principal’s punishments became harsher, bit by bit. Of course they were no longer go to the five classes while wearing a fish shaped hat to taking a test with the grade above.
I suppose I will allow you to discover the rest later on, because if I told you everything from the first chapter, I would lose my job, wouldn’t I?
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Hi-Hi! Welcome⭑.ᐟ
ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ Greetings! My name is Foxglove or cutmyheadoffplease! This is an alt account made with the sole purpose of me sharing my original works. If you would like to read fanfics please go to @cutmyheadoffplease, I also make c.ai bots under the same user.
•What to expect?
English is not my native language so do expect some mistakes here and there, I am also still in school so that may affect the amount of time between posts. I might accidentally write things that make sense in my language but not in English. Expect posts around noon EET.
•What will I write?
As previously mentioned, this is only for original works! Most of the things I write to contain death, murder, supernatural stuff since that’s what I like to read.
•What tags will I use?
#foxglove’s other works - for every post
#digitalis*poisoning - for the ones that contain death and/or supernatural stuff
#chapter (insert chapter number) - for the respective chapter !ONLY IN ROMAN NUMERALS!
#(insert book’s name) - for the respective book
#last chapter - do I need to explain this one?
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Thank you very much for reading my yapping. I promise I will do my best to write enjoyable stuff!!
(accidentally deleted it, XD)
*+.Forgotten Sky.+*
You can read chapter one here Chapter two:
{Imaginary fish}
“How many times do have to tell you? Ghosts aren’t real.”
Sighed Grace, even if gradually started to believe an altogether distinct story—one she was not going to admit to her blonde friend—this dreadful school was succeeding in making her believe the existence of living dead. She closed her eyes and heard Enzo attempt shakily to respond, but his words had been substituted by a screech rather than understandable words. His legs stopped circling the little pond, as if the grass had grown over his shoes and tied them to the damp, cold soil.
“A-ACK!! WHAT’S THAT?”
He cried in one fearful breath, Grace's face started acquiring on the hues of sheer perplexity. The boy with hair as if of gold thread indicates to something rectangular of shape laying just beneath the small body of water’s surface. The movement of the liquid mutilating the even edges, making them tremble in an irregular manner, a distorted, almost human like face peeking through the waters. It rested under the shadow of the old ebony wood bridge decorated with carved flowers painted shade of red, lightened by the never ending cycle of passing time, an ashy cat tiredly swaying its tail to the beat of the sky’s murmurs. Enzo clutches the song, playing nervously the buttons of his uniform between his fingers, to the deaf beat. He glanced at Grace, with eyes that only divulged a mimic of taintless horror to plaster itself on the boy’s face. To his despair, the friend he oh so much trusted, mirrored his facial expression — a sight seldom observed to such unimaginable extent —. Grace’s mouth opens a little, a short sigh escapes. Leaving room for much interpretation she throws her cardigan at the trembling blonde boy, the buttons hitting with a pok. Not asked if he wanted to be a clothes hanger, but not given another choice either, Enzo wrapped his fingers around it tightly, not daring to let it touch the ground. Grace advanced forward, kneeling before the pond, her gently entering the water, watching it part for a few seconds under the pressure of her fingers. Like vines her fingers attached to the picture frame, but for an unidentifiable reason the water refused to part ways with it, a dome of water forming over Grace’s hand.
“How dare you try and take my precious photo, human?!”
Cries out an high pitched voice, even if it was far from possessing any sort of force, the two first years’ fall to the ground. A wind of confusion and terror respectively nail the blue haired girl and blond boy to the soil. And I can happily announce Grace’s cardigan still hasn’t touched the grass and instead was kept up in the air by Enzo’s stiff arms. And there. Right before their very eyes, it skipped atop the greenish, still water. A being with petals of incarnadine roses scattered on its head, the water glueing them the blueish skin. Horns and a tail of lilac smoke raising to the cloudless sky. The light azure porcelain skin filled with long cracks.
“Vanish from before my eyes!”
threatened the being, though the intent would have certainly shone through better if it wouldn’t have had the height of a fork and held one in its tiny hand. The two friends stared at each other, a bow of dread taking a hold of their throats, that neither can swallow away.
“Stop ignoring me, silly humans! Begone!”
“W-what… what are you…?”
Grace questioned, the ribbon of fear of the yet to be known desperately trying to take back the words just spoken. A laugh that caressed their ears with a sanding paper meekness arose from the fish-like being.
“I’m Astra, of course, you mindless mortal!”
The water of the pond moved faster. As Astra stumbled running towards the confused and frightened first years, another voice sliced the silence.
“You had your fun, Astra. Leave the students alone.”
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Yay!!! Thank you for reading!~ Hope you liked it!!
ᯓ★Hi-Hi! I'm Foxglove. Thank you so much for checking me out!! ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
Respecting people's rules and boundaries is very important... So here are my rules for requests:
× No reader x Children/ child reader x adult char. (only platonic)
× Character x reader only (no char x char, sorry!!)
× No incest (siblings/family is ok but nothing more)
× No smut/nsfw or anything sexual!!
× sadly I don't feel like I can write a good male reader (since I am not male..)
⤷fluff, romance, angst, yandere are oke!
⤷Gn. & fem. reader
⤷gore, mental illnesses & death are fine
⤷LGBTQ+ is oke!!
⤷requests for c.ai bots :3
➤ English is not my mother tongue, therefore there might be a few mistakes, please excuse them..
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<.+*In my pretty little novel world*+.>
•Hi-Hi!! This is my first time writing anything so I really hope you will like it... Please tell me what I can improve!!
Warnings!: long(?), slightly cliche at the beginning of the action, fluff, death (if you squint)
Feat.! : gn reader who likes to write mysteries x protagonist, detective Rui Kamishiro
Heavy droplets of cold water began to knock on the foggy bedroom window in such a melodic manner, that almost resembled a lullaby. The sky's original azure colour faded into Prussian blue as it fell asleep, covered by a blanket of grey clouds laced with lilly-white silver thread. The soft sound of a pen moving with a sleepy grace on a notebook. Smoky ink slowly sinks into the lined paper with ease, words appearing, the story's new chapter forming before your very eyes. The silence broke abruptly by a short yawn that escaped your lips. Weights began to attach to your eyelashes slowly forcing your eyes to close... No... You couldn't stop.. the idea filled your mind .. you must put it on paper... You must... The words began to grow foggy. Finally after struggling for a good minute.. maybe two... or.. you couldn't remember.. all that mattered was that you were now in a sound slumber, head resting on the half written pages.
Your eyes opened at an unhurried pace, a familiar sight greeting you. It wasn't a place you ever saw.. yet it felt so well known. It was the world of your novel after all— PARDON?! How did you get there?! Interesting... Maybe ask someone from your novel for information..? Ah yes there seemed to be a young man somewhere in front of you.. he looks polite enough so it shouldn't be a problem.. right? You raised yourself, wabbling slightly as your legs straightened and began to make your way to the person you saw. Hearing the sound of your footsteps, the guy turned towards you. His face made you stumble back, he wasn't ugly, goodness no. He was the protagonist.. Kamishiro Rui.. a young detective who has the ability to talk to ghosts. Rui tills his head as he looks at you, before questioning in a velvety voice that dripped with curiosity.
"Forgive me, but may I ask your name?"
"Y/N. My name is Y/N." You answered almost automatically, as you dusted your shoulders, a look of confusion painted on your face
"Y/N, huh? Interesting.. I'm Rui, Rui Kamishiro. It's a pleasure making your acquaintance, Y/N~" Rui smiled politely, putting a hand on his chin his hand tilting his head a little too the left. Before you get a chance to reply, your mouth opens, but the detective's voice spoke yet again, the undertone of curiosity still present deep down, but he was now more serious.
"I have a case to solve... So you're either gonna help me or not get in my way."
You nod slowly, before murmuring a quiet "I'll help..". You glanced around, looking at the scenery you came up with... The jewels of emerald sewed to the tree branches, dancing under the calm, whispered song of the wind. In-between the leaves, small wildlife played with sinless glee. Petite birds joining the gentle breeze's orchestra. Your eyes trailed to the grass, that rustled under your steps. You tried to take another step, but a set of hands grabbing your shoulders stopping you from moving.
"Stop right there. You were going to step on my dear crime scene, fufu~"
Rui said chuckling innocently, forcing you to turn around to face him, a cute little feline-like grin written all over his face
"Now, now, I'm going to do my job, hmmm... Let's see what we have here—"
"The culprit is that guy..."
you said pointing at a random bystander, who in all honesty seemed slightly nervous, fidgeting with a leaf. Rui looked at you confused by how you already knew the criminal. He stares at you with pure confusion, the detective blinks a few times and turns to some air.. the place where the victim's ghost was, most probably, staring back at Rui with the same confusion. Rui spoke again with a serious voice.
"Who are you, y/n...?"
•Can you tell this is slightly inspired by "The mentalist" & Poe's ability from bsd?
•Thank you so so so much for reading this whole fic!!! I know I already said it, but please tell me what you think can be improved and if you found the concept interesting so I know if I should make a part two or not. Thank you so much, again, for reading it and I hope you enjoyed it!! Buh-bye!♡
I know how I am supposed to write that part two for the Rui x reader fanfic … but like… anyone up for original works…? I swear I am organized and not just a piure of ideas
Hi-Hi! Welcome⭑.ᐟ
ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ Greetings! My name is Foxglove or cutmyheadoffplease! This is an alt account made with the sole purpose of me sharing my original works. If you would like to read fanfics please go to @cutmyheadoffplease, I also make c.ai bots under the same user.
•What to expect?
English is not my native language so do expect some mistakes here and there, I am also still in school so that may affect the amount of time between posts. I might accidentally write things that make sense in my language but not in English. Expect posts around noon EET.
•What will I write?
As previously mentioned, this is only for original works! Most of the things I write to contain death, murder, supernatural stuff since that’s what I like to read.
•What tags will I use?
#foxglove’s other works - for every post
#digitalis*poisoning - for the ones that contain death and/or supernatural stuff
#chapter (insert chapter number) - for the respective chapter !ONLY IN ROMAN NUMERALS!
#(insert book’s name) - for the respective book
#last chapter - do I need to explain this one?
ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚
Thank you very much for reading my yapping. I promise I will do my best to write enjoyable stuff!!
<.+*In my pretty little novel world*+.>
Part 2
Hi-Hi!! Thank you for waiting, I swear I didn't get my head cut off and please enjoy part two!
Warnings!: a little long, mentions of death and murder, written on 3h of sleep
Feat!: detective/char Rui Kamishiro x writer gn!reader
You could notice the once warm air become cold. The breaths you took became sharp, almost impossible to inhale... The flowers' smell intensified.. it was sweet.. nauseatingly sweet. It made your head spin without stopping. What were you supposed to say? That you created that whole world and everything was just your imagination?! There must be another way.. right..? You closed your eyes... Trying to think of an excuse, but what could that excuse be?! You knew everything about the novel you were in.. you wrote it after all...
"I'm just.. good at reading people. That person is either the culprit in this case.. or at least feels guilty."
You clarified calmly.. even so your tone continued to betray a hint of uncertainty. Praying the detective boy will believe you, a small smile inhabiting your lips.
Rui's eyebrows furrow slightly, not really biting, yet he had no other choice. He stared you then sighed quietly and glanced at the victim's ghost, who just noded, agreeing to your last statement.
"Hmm... That is.. unexpected to say the least..."
The detective muttered, as his eyes subtily darted at the supposed criminal, to making sure he wasn't going to escape from the crime scene.
Even if you were believed.. why were you still nervous? Why did it feel like you couldn't exhail that honey sweet air? You mentained your eyes barely open as an attempt to collect your thoughts. As you pondered, Rui approaches the uneasy culprit. The soft gusts of wind murmured a tune only by them knew. The song intertwined itself with fragments of sun golden of colour. A melody as indescribably pleasant as they ears were more than blessed to have bestowed upon them, brought into existence by the orchestra of the everliving and forever ageless mother nature, could have stolen even the hearts of stone of many.
Who knew that fictional characters could do the same for their creators?— FOR THE SECOND TIME; PARDON?! It must be a mistake! Did Foxglove add the wrong part?! You must have felt warm because of.. uhh.. the beautiful scenery -which was written to your heart's desire, you created it after all-! Not because of some purple haired protagonist!... right..? Yet.. maybe.. just maybe.. no... It couldn't be.. that would be silly wouldn't it..? To feel that way towards a person made of pretty words and forgotten standards?
Before your thoughts could get the ability suffocate your mind once more in such a short time span, out of seemingly nowhere the silence was sliced.
"Such a shame that someone had to lose their life here... So many dreams that shattered..."
Declared the young man in a saddened voice, the situation not pleasing him, but can he be blamed? Who would be happy of someone's death? You remained drowned in silence, but slowly nod. After a while you attempt to add your contribution to the conversation, as if history repeated itself, the world felt foggy and unclear. The sapphire and cloudless sky began to melt into the trees. You desperately attempt to keep your eyes open, to keep Rui in your sight. But now, the detective ,who you last saw clearly while he walked towards the culprit to recite their rights, faded into the scenery. And the once gorgeous world of your novel turns into nothing but endless darkness. In this never ending void a thread of golden light pried your eyes open. Through the blinds the ray snaked it's way upon your unconscious face. Ah, how your heart aimlessly began to beg to go back. Glancing at the pages on which you have rested in a slumber with inexistent sound glazed, to the sky your eyebrows raise upon seeing your very own name get added to the action of the story. In an act still not fully conscious, you grabbed the pen, it's ink now dry and unevenly distributied. Shaky was your hand as to the page you selfishly added one more sentence, though incoherent with the actions previous to it in the story, made and inexplicable warmth fill your sleepy heart.... [Y/N] and Rui kissed.
Yay!★ thank you for reading and I am very sorry that it took this long for part two!!!!
‹.+*A bond in lovely, smiley hues*+.›
REQUEST!: Could I please have bracelet making with bestie emu?:)
Hi-Hi! Of course you can!! I hope you like it ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊
It's also perfect for Emu's birthday even if it's not implied!!
WARNING! : probably a few grammar mistakes, other than that none♥
FEAT! : best friend Emu Otori and gn reader
Shining ,as if made of crystals placed atop a round bed of white gold, Emu's eyes with an innocent glee glide all over her wrist. Near the energetic and ever laughing girl, laying on the carpet in a quite similar manner, you were wrapping what looked like the third bracelet around Emu's wrist.
"Hahaha!★ Y/N! Look look!~ They look like the members of Wonderlands x Showtime!♪"
You laughed and nod as in one singular jump the pink haired girl raises from the floor and snatches another small box of diversely colored beads she quickly puts in between the two of you. In a few swift moves Emu places on the string a few beads that wrote "WONDERHOY" in between two translucent pink stars. Grabbing your hand, as if to measure the amount of beads still need she asks in her omnipresent cheerful tone.
"Would you like some purple in it too? Or maybe green? Oh oh! How about some yellow?"
"How about some of each?"
Giggling under your breath you replied, staring in awe at the unpredictably rapid pace at which Emu already had added the colored gems. With a small knot to the elastic your bracelet was finished in record time.
"Thank you~"
Pleased that she made her beloved best friend smile, Emu, as if the world's worries had for one day withered away, leaned back with her arms up towards the ceiling, letting another long laugh escape her mouth. In her care-lacking lean she inevitably falls on her back, a small "ouch" is all she could chirp before something else followed quickly.
On the window sill, puffed up into a mochi like shape, a petite taupe bird rested. Fascination immediately drowns Emu's hearth as she rolled to you and gently pulled your sleeve, still flat on the floor.
"Y/N, do you think Mister Birdie is asleep?"
Before you could get the chance to speak your mind, the bird shifts with a melodic flap of its wings.
"Waaa♪~ Y/N! Do you think that Mister Birdie wants a bracelet too?★"
@crustyketchup . I know it's midnight but come and get your Emu.
Happy birthday Emu!!
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!!!