hureth
Recent bookmarks
-
just like you by aukai
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
17 Mar 2025
Tags
Summary
“Keep the similarities to a minimum, alright, Coco?” Qifrey says, timing the joking self-deprecating laugh just right, giving her a smile so she thinks nothing’s wrong.
But she doesn't budge. She looks right back at him.
“I do resemble you, then?”
-
or, Coco needs glasses, and she once again reminds her professor of himself.
Bookmarked by hureth
15 Jun 2026
-
coastline by catachresis
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
15 Jun 2026
Tags
Summary
Qifrey knows by now not to expect anything less than an ambush when he’s summoned to an audience with Beldaruit, but there’s a tiny, ridiculous part of him that holds out hope each time. For what, he’s not entirely sure. That his old master simply wants to see him, with no ulterior motive? Would that be too much to ask?
At least today, Beldaruit wastes no time with niceties. “You need a break,” he announces the moment Qifrey crosses the threshold of the Argentgard.
“Do I?” he replies, then adds, “Hello to you as well.”
“Yes, yes, hello my dear boy.” Beldaruit waves a hand as if he can flutter clean through the niceties. “When was the last time you had a proper vacation?”
Bookmarked by hureth
14 Jun 2026
-
sensible and rational by catachresis
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
28 Aug 2024
Tags
Summary
Olruggio knew, long before it all came crashing down, that he’d made a terrible decision. That the consequences would catch up to him, and there’d be no avoiding a series of potentially world-ending conversations.
He just hadn’t expected it to happen quite so spectacularly.
The initial idea, prompted by a suggestion from an older noblewoman who’d commissioned him for something completely different, wasn’t bad at all. He’d been working on a set of singing stones, and the lady had made an offhanded comment about the potential of magic that could make an object resonate. She’d meant it as a joke, but where she saw humor, Olruggio saw potential—and told her as much.
And just like that, he’d had a commission. And a problem.
Bookmarked by hureth
14 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
——
ode to the cathode
Bookmarked by hureth
08 Oct 2025
-
Tags
Summary
There was this day—cold, late March, wind still mean—that stuck in Noelle’s mind like a grain of rice behind the gums.
She’d ducked into the corner store after school. Her mom didn’t like her going there, said the magazines by the register were trash and the cashier had too many piercings. But Noelle wanted a soda. Something sweet, just for her.
Kris and Susie were there already. Neither of them saw her. They were standing by the fridges in the back, heads close together. Susie was laughing at something Kris said. Kris’s hands were in their pockets, a little hunched, but their shoulders relaxed in that way they never were around anyone else.
And it was nothing. It was two people in a corner store. They weren’t touching, weren’t kissing, weren’t anything. But it was everything.
Noelle left without the soda.
——
noelle watches from the sidelines
Bookmarked by hureth
01 Oct 2025