Gua baru baca kalau mau Zayne.

Hehe.

Siap-siap.

Mirachel R. read the whisper

Kata gua, pantengin terus.

T.me/feelinxgs

Prompt: Taehyung and Mirachel reveal their tumblr blogs to each other. Mirachel turns out to be Taehyung's #1 tumblr crush.

Story:
Taehyung lounged on the café couch, heart racing as he slid his phone to Mirachel. "Okay, my Tumblr. @VBlueSerendipity. No judging."

Mirachel, with her quirky bob haircut and oversized sweater, bit her lip. They'd been friends for months—study buddies turned late-night texters—but this felt huge. She tapped open his blog: ethereal wolf photography, poetic ramblings about stars, and fan art of mythical creatures. "Tae... this is beautiful. Wait—"

Her eyes widened. She pulled out her own phone. "@PixelDreamer87. That's me." Reblogs of BTS edits, deep-space aesthetics, and heartfelt vents about city loneliness.

Taehyung froze, then gasped. "PixelDreamer? You're my #1 Tumblr crush! I reblogged your wolf-in-stars edit like 50 times!"

Mirachel blushed crimson. "I had your poetry queued daily. Thought you'd never notice me IRL."

He laughed, linking their pinkies. "Now I can't stop."

Mau aba-aba ga?

Cyriella, E. read the whisper

Iye, nanti ordal.

T.me/Ciellas

Prompt: Cyriella drags Phainon into the freezing cold to make a snowman.

Story:
Blizzard winds howled outside their cabin, but Cyriella's eyes sparkled. "Phainon, up! We're building a snowman."

He groaned from the warm bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "It's freezing. Why?"

"Tradition!" She yanked him out, bundling him in scarves and coats. Outside, snow knee-deep, she dove in, packing a massive base. "Help, slacker!"

Phainon grumbled but joined, sculpting lopsided arms. Snowballs flew—hers perfect missiles, his wild flops. "Truce!" he laughed, dodging. They stacked the body: carrot nose, pebble eyes, his stolen glove as a hat.

Cyriella stepped back, cheeks rosy. "Perfect. Our snow guardian."

Phainon pulled her close, breath fogging. "You're the real handful." A quick kiss melted the chill.

Ekhem.

Sebut:
Nama, pronouns lu + Character.

Sampai gua border.

Bikin beginian ya, mau ganti character ga Riley sama Ger apa itu namanya?

T.me/OriginaIz

Prompt: Geret participating in Dohwa's hobby even if it doesn't personally interest them.

Story:
Geret stared at the canvas, brush hovering. Painting? Not his thing—swords and strategy were more his speed. But Dohwa's eyes lit up in his sunlit studio. "Join me? Just once?"

He sighed, good-naturedly. "For you? Fine." He dabbed blue, creating a wobbly sky. Dohwa giggled at his "abstract storm," guiding his hand for clouds.

Hours blurred: colors smeared on cheeks, easels side-by-side. His landscape turned chaotic—jagged peaks like battlefields—but his bloomed with wildflowers.

"See? Fun," he beamed, clinking paint-water glasses.

Geret smiled, wiping turpentine hands. "Your passion makes it worth it." And surprisingly, it did.

T.me/Kahveh

Prompt: Varka and Riley meeting on a train when Riley falls asleep on Varka's shoulder.

Story:
The overnight train rattled through misty hills, lights dim. Varka, broad-shouldered knight in casual hoodie, scrolled his phone in the empty carriage. Across sat Riley, lanky artist with messy hair and a sketchbook, eyelids drooping after a long con.

Riley's head lolled, landing softly on Varka's shoulder. Varka froze, then relaxed—warm weight, faint coffee scent. He glanced: Riley out cold, pencil still clutched.

No stations for hours. Varka didn't move, letting the rhythm rock them. Riley stirred once, mumbling "Sorry," but settled back.

Dawn broke as the train slowed. Riley jolted awake, blushing. "Oh man—cramp? I—"

Varka grinned. "Nap well? Coffee in the diner car?"

Riley smiled shyly. "Yeah. Thanks...?"

"Varka. You?"