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This fate is far too cruel for you, brother

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"Ge, we don't have a Shizun anymore."

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Xue Meng breaking down in anger and calling Mo Ran bastard, a piece of shit, sob and finally getting exhausted with anger and letting his grief take control and then calling out for his brother because he didn't want to be alone in his grief anymore. 😭

因為我剛好遇見你 留下足跡才美麗

How To Write Best Friends to Lovers

Credits to @/michael.bjork on TikTok

Transcript:

“Any advice on how to write friends to lovers without it feeling forced?” If you want to transition from best friends to lovers, the first thing you have to establish is what has kept them from being lovers until this point. Because that's why a lot of people don't find friends to lovers believable because they sit there a wonder, "You two have been interacting for years, you're both attractive, and you both seem to have crushes on each other and you have not acted upon this at all. Why not?"

The second thing you need to do for a best friends to lovers relationship, you need to figure out what the trigger is that's gonna make them start seeing each other that way or to start acting upon the feelings they have because, once again, they have been friends for a long time so what is happening right now that is making this the moment where they chose to come closer and act upon their feelings”

[Log-in story] Fusetter x Mahoutsukai no Yakusoku

Appearing characters: Figaro, Cain, Faust, Rustica, Bradley, Fusetter

Keep The Secret of Tonight Under Lock and Key

Figaro: Is this the place?

Cain: I think so? That ball of light we saw should be around here somewhere… What was that anyway? It gave me the creeps…

Faust: I don’t sense anything ominous, and the barriers are intact, so I doubt it’s anything serious. We should investigate properly, though. Just in case.

Rustica: There’s something so mystifying about forests at nightfall. One can spot many different critters roaming about, guided by the light of glowing mushrooms and fruits.

Bradley: …Hm? Wuzzat over there, under the tree?

???: …

Bradley: Izzat a… dog?

Figaro: If it is, seeing this kind of breed is a first for me. Have you seen anything like it before, Faust?

Faust: Can’t say I have. It’s unusually long and… pudgy.

Cain: Doesn’t seem hurt or anything either. Heya, buddy, you good over there?

Bradley: Lessee… Giddy-up!

Bradley: …The hell?! It can’t be that long…

Rustica: Is it in the middle of taking a nap perhaps?

Strange dog: …Hruk…

Wizards: !

Strange dog: W-Wah! W-Where am I?!

Bradley & Figaro: It…

Faust, Cain & Rustica: Can talk?!

Strange dog: E-Erm…

Figaro: Well, you don’t see this every day. What’s your name, little guy?

Fusetter: I’m Fusetter!

Figaro: I hope you don’t mind me asking, but just to clarify, you are a dog, right?

Fusetter: Yep! …Whoa, it's the moon! And it’s so big!

Rustica: It’s always been this big. Does it perchance have something to do with your arrival?

Fusetter: Well, I remember looking up and admiring it.

Fusetter: I’d never seen a moon so big and pretty, so I decided to take a picture of it, but… Before I knew it, I ended up here.

Bradley: Where have I heard this story before…

Rustica: It’s easy to lose your way while following the moon.

Faust: I’m more curious how it managed to pass through the barrier. The capital and the market are a long distance away.

Faust: As for what it is… A magical beast or fey of sorts?

Figaro: Could he be from another world?

Cain: Maybe even the same one as the Master Sage?

Figaro: Well, we do live in a world riddled with mystery.

Figaro: It wouldn’t be a first.

Bradley: The Sage never said nothin’ about dogs bein’ able to talk in their world.

Bradley: Say, lil’ fella, where exactly were ya watchin’ the moon from? Got any name you can give us?

Fusetter: Of course, I was at ◯◯◯!

Bradley & Figaro: Come again?

Cain: Sorry, we didn’t quite catch that, can you say it again?

Fusetter: I was at ◯◯◯!

Faust: …Interesting. It’s as if the most important part is evading us.

Figaro: Are you using magic to do this?

Fusetter: I wouldn’t call it magic, but I do have this unique power…

Fusetter: It’s a bit difficult to explain.

Cain: Go on, we’re listening.

Fusetter: Okay, then, can you hold my paw for a moment?

Cain: Of course~ Ooh, you’re so squishy!

Fusetter: Hehe, thank you.

Fusetter: Now, think about something you’ve kept secret recently.

Fusetter: Once you’ve got your secret ready, go on and say it.

Cain: Oookay…

Cain: When I woke up yesterday, my pants were ◯◯◯◯.

Cain: What the…!

Bradley & Rustica: We…

Figaro: Couldn’t understand that last bit at all.

Faust: …Really interesting.

Fusetter: That’s my power: I can keep others’ secrets!

Rustica: Why, it’s just like a little spell. May I give it try as well, Fusetter?

Fusetter: Of course!

Rustica: Thank you. Now, to think of a secret… Oh, I got it.

Rustica: Two days ago, right as I was about to go to bed, I was heading towards ◯◯◯◯, and somehow ended up singing and dancing at ◯◯◯◯◯◯.

Bradley: That’s rad as hell! My turn, lil’ pup.

Bradley: I keep my ◯◯◯ at the manor.

Figaro: Me next.

Figaro: My ◯◯ is ◯◯◯◯◯◯.

Fusetter: Your secrets are safe with me, everyone!

Figaro: I can’t help but feel like we’d be living in a different universe if we’d met you earlier.

Fusetter: I’m happy to help as long as everyone’s getting along.

Faust: …

Fusetter: Would you like to try it too?

Faust: I think I’ll pass.

Rustica: But his paw is really soft.

Figaro: It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you know. Don’t let it pass you by.

Fusetter: Please!

Faust: …Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try, I suppose.

Faust: …Oh, you really are fluffy all over. …Right, the secret. Let me think…

Faust: …I had ◯◯◯◯◯ for last night’s dinner.

Faust: Wow…

Bradley: Pretty sick, yeah?

Cain: But how are you doing that if you’re not a wizard?

Figaro: I don’t sense any magic, so maybe he’s not a wizard but a magician?

Fusetter: You’ve brought up the word ‘magic’ so many times now, so I have to ask… Are you all wizards?

Figaro: Yep, and we serve the Sage.

Figaro: They came from another world, just like you, and under their guidance, we save the world every year.

Fusetter: Woow, that sounds awesome!

Rustica: And we’re not the only ones. Say, Fusetter, would you like to go back to the manor with us?

Rustica: I’m positive the rest of our friends would be thrilled to witness this unique ability of yours.

Bradley: You Western bunch just wanna toss ‘im ‘round like a hot potato, don’tcha?

Fusetter: Please don’t do that…

Cain: Nah, don’t worry about it. They’re a bit of a special case but mean well.

Cain: But Rustica’s right, why don’t you come with us? I imagine you must be feeling quite lost in another world all by yourself.

Faust: And while your situation might be a bit strange, you don’t seem like you’re here to cause trouble.

Figaro: Yep, the Master Sage and kids will love you.

Fusetter: Aww, you’re all too kind!

Figaro: Nonsense. Maybe the twins will know something about you, so we should talk to them and see.

Figaro: Although, something tells me you’re going to keep all personal information to yourself.

Figaro: I would also like to perform a few check-ups on you.

Fusetter: …What’s a check-up? Will it hurt?

Figaro: No, not all. I’m a world-renowned doctor, you know? I’ll handle you with care.

Fusetter: Ooh, sounds good!

Fusetter: Let’s get along, everyone!

the look of love (for writers)

"it's all in the eyes i was once told"

catching the stare of someone across a crowded room

subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade

coldness easing into warmth

a fond mothering gaze

corner of the lip nudged upward

forced glower/glare as they break underneath

batting their lashes, playful

a boisterous laugh

intrigue piercing the stoic

proud smugness at the other's success

lingering glances

a childish joy bursting through

pupils dilate

eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust

look of longing/betrayal

"there was once a time when they were mine"

terseness

features fold into a scowl

an urgent flinching back

coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)

lips part then purse

invasion of shock

slow stare at the floor

the ripple effect of a swallow

frustrated breath/sigh

bitter laugh in reminiscence

dread tearing through the seams of their composure

look of hatred

"darkness"

mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl

dismissive gaze

gaze of contempt/impatience

threat lowering the voice

sardonic goading grins verging on manic

rolling one's eyes

flicker of irritation in the eyes

stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction

gritted teeth, clenched jaw

fierce biting remarks

even measured complexions betraying no thought

strangling oneself back from violence

utter apathy

murderous silence hanging in the stare

snobbish laughter

smiling at another's downfall