Re Watched The Trailer, Again , And I Noticed Something

MC Twin AU - CALEB'S Spitfire [Caleb]

Unknown to [Name], their first meeting was not at Josephine's place. It was actually at a party.

He was invited to a huge party by his friend, who had been invited by his cousin. So it was like a friend knew a friend who knew a friend kind of invite.

He was calmly sipping some beer from his cup when he saw her. Giggling next to a few others with a wide smile on her face. His first thought was 'What's she doing here!? She should be at home studying for her exam!'

But then he focused on her and noticed no - that wasn't MC. They looked too different.

There was a small mole on this girl's neck, she was wearing a different color palette that MC never really wore, huge hoop earrings, the type MC had said she didn't like were hanging and shaking from her ear lobes.

So, who was this girl?

"Who are you checking out bro?" His friend slapped his arm making Caleb roll his eyes. He followed Caleb's gaze and let out a low whistle. "Oh damn! You sure have taste bro!"

"Shut up." He grumbled, taking another sip of his beer. He watched as she laughed, leaning against her friends and inhaling the drink in her cup. "Do you know who she is?"

"Hmmm." His friend narrowed his eyes. "I think. . . . I think that's [Name]. She's one of Ama's friends."

So her name was [Name]. . . . Why did she look so much like MC?

It wasn't until a few years later that he realized why. They were twins, lost ones. So while MC had been part of the experiments, [Name] had been lucky enough to not get captured and live her life out normally.

When he had introduced himself and shook her hand, more differences popped up in his mind. While MC had a few scars and calluses from being a Hunter, [Name]'s hand was smooth and a hint smaller than hers. He watched as she smacked MC and laughed at her silly quips.

He watched as she devoured the food he had prepared, and was inwardly surprised at the nickname that slipped out of his mouth. Spitfire, matching her fierce personality. She seemed to like it as well with the way her lips quirked up.

It wasn't hard to ask MC for her contact, but Caleb had to play fight with MC when she stared to tease him. "You likkkeeee heerrrr~"

"I didn't say that."

"Caleb and [Name] sitting in a tree. K - I - S - S - I - N - G!"

"Why you little -!"

But the thing was, Caleb did like [Name]. He liked her funny jokes. He liked the way her eyebrow would twitch with badly hidden rage whenever she couldn't get the plush she wanted. He liked her triumphant cackle whenever she won a round of Kitty Cards. He liked the way she dropped everything whenever MC or anyone else she cared about needed help. He liked the way her eyes lit up whenever she was talking about her special interests. He liked the way she seemed to glow when she was simply happy.

But when she started to avoid him, his mind seemed to crack. What did he do wrong? Did he push too far? What could he do to fix things?

Caleb tried asking MC, but all she said was "Girl code, but it's not you. Just. . . . give her a bit."

So he waited, he waited patiently.

And the end results was worth it.

"I'm not her you know." [Name] tells him after months, sadness in her eyes. "We might look identical, but I'm not, and will never be her."

And suddenly, Caleb understood everything. So what if she wasn't MC? Why would that matter? [Name] was [Name], and that was all that mattered.

So with a blissful smile, Caleb dragged her into a hug. "Of course you're not MC. You're my little spitfire, and I couldn't have it any other way."

When they officially started dating, it took every restraint in Caleb's body to not simply take her away. Because she wasn't a Hunter, a mere civilian. She could get hurt.

And since he wasn't always at Linkon, he couldn't protect her.

Whenever he brought up the idea of moving with him, he would notice the way her eyes lit up at the idea, but each time she refused, saying she still has a job here.

What a stupid reason, but a reason Caleb would accept. He would enjoy the moments he could have with her in Linkon. The dates, the kisses, the moments underneath the covers where he could see the most exquisite expression on her face.

When the explosion occurs, and Josephine finally dies, the only thing keeping him from rushing over to take [Name] away was his promise to MC. He would protect her, the same way she had protected him, even if she didn't remember.

When he could finally snatch [Name] away, he sends her a text. Some part of him was worried that she wouldn't take it seriously, that she would think it was a fake and ignore it. But he watched from his monitors with a triumphant smile as she merely removed her earphones, and walked towards the car.

When she arrived at the airport, he easily accepted the slap she laid on his face, and allowed her to drag him down to her level. Caleb merely cupped her face and leaned his forehead on her own, a small smile on his face. She was here, she was here, with him.

That was really all that mattered.

He accepts her anger and tears when he takes her back to his home, and he groans when he finally kisses her again after months of patiently waiting.

Now. Now she was here with him.

When she sleeps, Caleb sits up from his bed and takes her phone, easily unlocking it and scrolling through her messages. It seemed to be the usual thing, texts from MC, texts from her coworkers and friends. Her games, her emails.

Everything was the way he had left it.

Good. It's a pity she wouldn't be needing it anymore. He turned off the phone and placed where she couldn't find it, wrapped his arms around her waist, and went to sleep.

The next day, he turns and presses a kiss on her lips and plates out some pancakes, her absolute favorite. When she asks about her phone, a frown (not that she could see it) forms on his face. "I'll get you a new one"

He hears her pause, chewing faster. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm keeping your phone hostage."

"Why?"

He gives her a gentle smile. "You don't need that phone anymore, trust me, spitfire."

Caleb didn't want to have to explain anything, because she could get hurt. So he only gave her the tip of the iceberg, asking her if MC told her anything, and offhandedly mentions that someone was stalking her because of her relationship with MC.

He watches as she groans with annoyance, a hint of something he couldn't recognize flashing in her eyes before she laid her head on his chest. ". . . . I'll trust you." She mumbles, and Caleb preens with joy. "But! I want a phone damn it! How will I contact work?! And MC!?"

He bites back the urge to say she doesn't need them anymore. He could just stay with him here, he would be the breadwinner, he could provide for her, spoil her. But he doesn't, because even though he's 99% sure she wouldn't be against that, she would go stir crazy and probably do something dumb, putting her in even more danger.

So he simply kisses her again, wrapping his arms around her. He would protect her in his own way, whether she knew about it or not.

As long as she was safe then that's all that mattered.

I know I said this was the last part, but I lied. There's one more part, but it's an 18+ Part!!!! So ONLY READ IF YOU'RE 18!

I will not add anyone from the tag list to the 18+ Part unless they confirm they're 18+ or I check their page 🫵 MDNI I SWEAR.

Anyways. . . . Did you guys like this?

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Caleb | 18+

Taglist! - @sleepydang @junrui @animecrazy76 @reni502 @yjhcheri @sanstype @smoophie @young-adult-summer @l4venderia

Thoughts on the new Madoka Magica game

OMGGG LOOKKIIEEEE

HELOOO???? STUNNING

I would yap about all the other things, and I will but I only got this game for one reason....

QUEEN HITOMI HAS RETURNED

YIPPEE

also yeah this game is really fun so far I'm going to write a Hitomi and /maybe a GunFlower fic in celebration so YAYYYY

So I'm writing a fanfic on AO3 for the Jin Siblings right? And I absolutely love those silly fucks so you all are going to listen to my silly incorrect quotes about them

Mo XuanYu: This is bothering me.

Qin Su: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Mo XuanYu: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually

Meng Yao: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Jin Zixuan: Twelve, actually.

Meng Yao: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Jin Zixuan: Yours!

Meng Yao: That's right: no one's.

Qin Su: You're 'the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans', what does that mean?

Meng Yao: It means i was second worst thing to happen to those orphans.

Qin Su: but what’s the first worst thing?

*Awkward pause*

Meng Yao: Su-mei, they...they weren’t always orphans.

Qin Su:

Meng Yao , teaching Qin Su to drive: Okay, you're driving and Jin Zixuan and Mo XuanYu walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Qin Su : Oh, definitely Xuan-ge. I could never hurt Mo XuanYu .

Meng Yao , massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Jin Zixuan : You know, there’s something weird going on with your face?

Meng Yao : What?

Jin Zixuan : You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that?

Jin Zixuan : I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

The Squad: Awwww-

Jin Zixuan : And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything."

The Squad: Oh.

Anyways check out my very off cannon but very funny fanfiction about these gobbers because if MXTX won't give them a happy ending I WILL

NO NO NO NO NOOOOO 😭😭😭 HYUNA NOOOOOOOO

SOMEBODY SEDATTEEE MEEEEEEEE 😭

AAAWOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAA GAWD DAMMMM

I Fear we aren't beating the 'gooner' allegations but I DON'T FUCKING CARE because ZZZZZAAAYYYNNNNNEE

That SMIRK. OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS IMMA ABOUT TO AAHHHH

Some of my personal favorite parts of my Chaotic Minds - A TGCF Chat/Crack Fic

I am a proud multishipper 🧍‍♀️so what if I ship mulian huh

I don't think I need to explain this one

Hey 🫵I'm Canadian, I'm headcannoing Shi Qingxuan is half Canadian for this fic because yes. Anything goes in fanfiction

I've heard shit about Haunting Adeline.....of all things to shove up a girls pussy you use a GUN?????? 😒

And yes, Xie Lian and Qi Rong are friends in this fic, leave me alone.

.... I don't have to explain this 😌

All hail Mei Nianqing 🫡 hes a tired old man giving advice to his friends.

I think this explains itself no? Guzi has a lot of uncles in this story with Xianle Quartet being a couple, beefleaf as well, future JunMei, and last but not least QuanYin.

No because would it be fish mpreg or nah. Yin Yu is asking the right questions oh my goodness gracious.

I love CoryxKenshin gang.

So yeah "WhY are they So OoC!" Gang. I just wanna have fun and be silly, so what if they are out of character 😔 can't I be a silly goose? Quack quack.

Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

MC Twin AU - RAFAYEL'S Muse

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty pleaseeee?"

"No and that's final!"

MC pouts making you roll your eyes at her, pushing around your straw that was in your drink. You place your chin on your palm and sigh. "Look, it sounds fun don't get me wrong, but I'm not really an art person you know? I wouldn't understand anything going on!"

MC raised a brow and pointed at your computer. "Isn't writing basically an art form!? So that makes you an artist as well!"

You could only deadpan at your twin. "Writing fanfiction is not something I typically boast about."

"But you display them publicly, like an art gallery! Hence, you are perfect for this!'

You stared at her and loudly slurped up your drink, then raised a brow at MC. "Ok, let's recap." You say, letting out a small sigh. "You got invited to this huge gallery thing, but you were also assigned to be security by the Hunter's Association for the very same gallery. So the person who gave you the invite said to not waste it and invite someone else, am I right?"

"Basically yeah."

"Ok. Next question before I decide to go or not. Why me-"

"Oh? If it isn't Miss Bodyguard~"

You pause when you hear a strinkingly familiar voice, then glance up when you see him.

Holy shit. He looked even hotter in reality.

"Rafayel?" MC blinks with confusion, placing the spoon she was about to put in her mouth back on her plate. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be preparing for your art show?"

You freeze at her words. Art Show? Rafayel? His Art Show!?

You should have known! How many fucking artists did your sister know except for him!? Of course, the art show she was bugging you to attend was his own! How could you be so stupid!?

You flinch slightly as Rafayel lets out an amused laugh, waving his hand nochantly. "Thomas has everything under control. All I really have to do is just show up and smile a bit. How boring."

Alright, [Name], this was NOT the time for simping! Sure, the man you wasted so much time and energy on was right next to you. Sure, the man you actually spent money on was breathing the same air as you, but crush down those hopes and dreams of seducing him! You weren't MC, and that was fine.

When they get married, at least you can stuff yourself full on the seafood that no doubt will be there. Mhmmm, you couldn't wait!

"Oh, Rafayel. This is my twin [Name]!" MC's voice breaks through your mind, and you blink back into awareness, then shoot a panicked, wide-eyed look at your twin, which she easily ignores. "[Name], this is Rafayel, the person whose art gallery is putting on a show for his works."

You finally raise your head to look up at him again (when had you lowered your head?), and your breath stutters. Fuck him being a mermiad, he was a gosh darn Siren. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Rafayel." You give him a small smile, trying your hardest not to squeal with excitement as he gives you a smile back. "I've seen some of your artwork. It really is beautiful."

"Hmm. I know."

Brat.

"So, will you come?" MC demands, reaching over to tap your arm. You let out a long sigh, rubbing your forehead. Alright, what were the pros and cons of going to this art show? Pros! You get to see Rafayel's work in real life since the game wouldn't show you anything. Pros! There's bound to be good food there since the little fishie is so rich. Pros! Hot Man In Sight.

Cons: Hot Man In Sight. Cons: It might disturb plot. Cons: Even though you loved your twin, jealousy was an ugly thing.

. . . . Damm. The pros outweighed the cons. You let out a tired sigh and glare at your sister. "Fine. But! As soon as you're off the clock, I'm out."

"Yay! Thank you!"

Hours passed, and you found yourself in the art show. You take a bite of the shrimp you had snatched from the table and stare up at the painting before you. The beautiful blues of the ocean, the little pink and orange jellifishes, and a colorful school of fish swam around the huge white clam that had a beautiful pearl in the middle. You swallow your shrimp and tilt your head to the side, trying to imprint the painting in your mind.

"I saw those little fishies in a dream." A voice whispers next to you, making you almost choke on your shrimp. After you had finished dying, you turned your head to see Rafayel standing next to you, his gaze completely on the painting. "In my dream, a silly fish let his friends so he could try and get that pearl. But he failed in the end."

Hot man talking hot man talking hot man- "The fish sounds very brave." You inwardly panic as he turns his head to silently stare at you. "Even if he failed, at least he tried! Most people, or well, fishes in this case, would rather let their desires fester back to the bottom of the sea."

Wait a second. Was Rafayel talking about how he represented the fish and how MC was the pearl? Goodness gracious, you were about to scream. You clear your throat and quickly toss another shrimp in your mouth to try and calm your thoughts. "My sister is still busy."

"I knoow," he sighs out, and you can't help but let out a small laugh. "And this art show is so boring. So, tell me about yourself."

Huh? "What?"

He leans closer to you, a smile on his face that makes your heart beat faster, blood rushing in your veins. "Tell me more about yourself," he says again. "I want to know more about Miss Bodyguard's twin."

. . . . You know what? Fine. It wasn't like you were actively trying to romance him! You could be friends! "Sure! What would you like to know?"

"Everything and anything." he smiles wider.

Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xaiver | Rafayel | Sylus |

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Rafayel | 18+

Happy Birthday, Rafayel! I hope you have a wonderful day with MC

No truer words have ever been said so beautifully 🩷

An Ode to Black Fanfic Writers

To the Black fanfic writers,

When I first joined Tumblr, I was lost. I didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know if this was a space I could call home. Everything felt overwhelming posts flying by, tags I didn’t understand, communities I didn’t know how to approach. I didn’t even know if I’d like it here. But then I stumbled across your stories, and everything changed.

You saved me.

Through your words, I found my footing in a space that, at first, didn’t feel like it had room for me. You gave me stories that wrapped around me like a warm hug, characters that looked like me, sounded like me, loved like me. You showed me what this app could be what it could mean. You reminded me that our stories are powerful, that we are powerful.

Thank you for being the guiding light I didn’t know I needed.

In a world where Black characters are so often sidelined, erased, or stereotyped, you did something revolutionary: you made us the center. You wrote us as heroes, as lovers, as dreamers. You gave us magic, power, and complexity. You reminded us that we can be everything.

When I read your work, I saw Black girls with wide smiles and wild curls, unafraid to take up space. I saw Black boys navigating their pain and triumphing over it. I saw queer Black love, soft Black love, fierce Black love. And I saw us thriving, not just surviving.

You gave me stories that said, “You belong here.” And that meant everything.

Your stories didn’t just give me representation; they gave me community. Through your words, I connected with people who understood what it means to feel invisible in spaces where you should be seen. People who share my love for these characters and who understand the joy of seeing ourselves in these worlds.

You showed me that fandom isn’t just about the media we consume it’s about the people we meet along the way. The way you build each other up, support one another, and create a space where Black voices shine is nothing short of extraordinary.

I didn’t just find stories on Tumblr. I found a family.

I know it’s not easy. Writing is hard. Posting your work for the world to see is even harder. Yet you do it anyway. You push through the doubt, the fear, the imposter syndrome, and you create. You write stories that make us laugh, cry, and feel seen.

I think about the late nights you spend revising, the time you dedicate to perfecting every scene, every line of dialogue. I think about how you manage to weave pieces of our culture our humor, our slang, our struggles into your stories so effortlessly. It’s art, and it’s real.

Your stories remind us that creativity is resistance. That writing Black characters who are loved, desired, and heroic is an act of defiance in a world that tries to diminish us. You’re not just writing fanfiction, you're making a statement: “We matter. We belong. We are worthy.”

Why You Matter So Much

As a 21-year-old Black woman, I can’t tell you how much your work has inspired me. You’ve shown me the beauty of our diversity, the depth of our experiences, and the endless possibilities of our stories. You’ve reminded me that Blackness is infinite.

You’ve given me hope in ways I didn’t even know I needed. You’ve shown me that joy is revolutionary, that our stories deserve to be told. You’ve given me love stories that feel like home, characters that feel like family, and worlds that feel like freedom.

You’ve saved me on my darkest days.

Forever Grateful

To the Black fanfic writers who dared to take up space in a fandom culture that didn’t always want us here, thank you. Thank you for showing up, for creating, for building a world where we can see ourselves as everything we’ve ever dreamed of being.

You’ve reminded me and so many others that we are powerful, that we are beautiful, that we are worthy of being the main character. You’ve given me more than I could ever repay.

So here’s to you the storytellers, the dreamers, the visionaries.

You’ve made this app feel like home.

You’ve made me feel seen, heard, and loved.

And I am forever grateful.

With love and admiration,

A Black girl who finally found herself through your words.

I am definitely tagging all the writers I know and love and I hope to find more of y'all so I can add y'all to the list, if there is more please tag them! let's show them the love they deserve!

@theegoldenchild @theereina @thecoochiefairy @theblacklewinsky @biglibrat @earthchica @violetmuses @hotgrlcece @megamindsecretlair @wintrrxxo @blkwriters @nysrage @starcrossedxwriter @dilfl0v3rss @merakidoll @eyelessfaces @nayaxwrites @erikismybitch @hearteyes-for-killmonger @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @chrollohearttags @st4rbwrry @salaciousdoll @kenshisluvrgirl @writingsbytee @thecoochiefairy @caashmoneynae @thatone-girly @keyaho @nova2kss

HEELOOOOO SSSAAAIIILLLOORRRRR

y'all are gonna have to pry my cold dead hands away from this man I SWEAR

b-backshots with Sylus..... with.... w-with.... with his bicep around your neck............. 🤧 bonus points if it's in front of a window or a mirror because besties is it me or did he get BIGGER

GANG IM SO LATE TO THIS BECAUSE OF MIDTERMS BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN RAFAYEL GOT HATE MAIL ON BIS FUCKING BIRTHDAY???? PARDON THE FUCK???

THIS FISH?? HE DIDN'T DESERVE IT!

Rafayel even if the whole world is against you I want you to know that I would always stand by you. And I KNOW there are others out there who agree with me.

Happy Birthday my beloved fish.