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hungerofhadarr · 1 year

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ok sending u two!! :] 4 for andromeda and 9 for the trilogy (and whatever characters ur thinking of, if you want)

THIRTEEN SONGS COMING FRESH OFF THE GRILL !! Due to how long this will be I will put this under a read more ! Also I will be skipping any songs from the OSTs for the games bc . That feels like Cheating

Andromeda first …

1. Runaway - Tyto Grey

“But if you give me your Heart,

I’ll give you Mine.”

PEEBEE SONG . Specifically a Peeb in the beginnings of a romance . This song makes me think of her + Sara due to the singer calling their lover a ‘ Goddess ‘ but .. anything can be gender neutral if you want it to be . A song about someone wanting to run away , make a big name for themself before they can’ t , but not wanting to do it alone . It’ s not worth it alone . It’ s only meaningful if their lover and muse is with them . Idk man this is VERY Peeble to me . Definitely picturing a Remtech ruin confession for this song < 33

2. Pomok naka Poktoinskwes ( Casey MQ Remix ) - Jeremy Dutcher

MUSIC OF THE FUTURE . I can hear this playing in bars and nightclubs across the Initiatives many settlements . This is what Reyes hums while he works and what Sloane has playing when she’ s getting ready in the morning . This is what SAM has on shuffle in the Pathfinder’ s quarters and this is what Gil plays during long repairs . This is what bartenders dance to and what gets people moving . This is one of the first songs the Angara hear . They feel a connection to the chanting and the beat of it all . Yeah < 3

3. It’s Called: Freefall -Rainbow Kitten Surprise

“You could let it All Go, you could let it All Go

It’s Called: Freefall. It’s Called: Freefall.”

Ohhh god Vetra song . Vetra before she fully commits to the Initiative . Vetra still holding onto Milky Way contacts . People she cannot rely on but can talk to . People who do not care about her , but push her to join anyways . Vetra trying to get help without getting it . Vetra . This is her trying to talk to her contacts and getting nowhere but being told to just do it . This is her final bit of hesitation before she joins them . This is her in-between . Her final days with her Milky Way contacts who won’ t be following her

4. Honey in the Hair - Blackbird Raum

“I’m just walking in Circles…

I see the Lines in Chalk on the Ground.”

Not normally a band I listen to and think “ sci - fi ! “ but that is the point isn’ t it ! Early games vibes for me . The crew altogether but facing this mass responsibility . From the failing colonies to the dominating threat , from the political catch up they have to play to the political importance they’ ve gained all at once . The weirdness of it . The strange whimsy that comes with it . The feeling of going nowhere but knowing it’ s all changing . Knowing they’ ll be doing something so far out from what they originally planned to do , and having a strange sort of almost peace about it

Okok Trilogy time < 3

1. After Dark - Mr. Kitty

“Your lips were Soft like Winter,

In your Passion, I was Lost.”

STARTING OFF STRONG HUH . Me3 love confession . Literally fits any and all romance I think . I think this hit more harder for me3 only romances since the song is about that desperate yearning and wanting to confess before it’ s impossible to . This song is for all romances but I think it belongs to Femshep/Traynor and Mshep/Cortez a bit more . Also hurts a bit more when it’ s with Shepard and a character that cannot be romance bc it’ s like .. they never got that confession . That closure . There’ s something about the desperation and just needing to let the other person know . Even if they do not reciprocate . Just so they know you loved them . You always loved them .

2. Alien Blues - Vunderbar

“I try to tell you what I Think

And play it off like it’s a Joke.”

Hmm Joker : ) . The barely contained bitterness and the constant back and forth . Knowing he’ s ostracized and making jokes about it , but still being upset with it . Wondering what he could do differently but knowing it won’ t matter . Guilt with who he is , how he sees himself . Fits no matter what era of his life he is in . A farmboy . A pilot in training who isn’ t respected . A pilot with no ship . A man at the end of the world . A man mad after everything . A man who deserves to have a bit of bitterness

3. Come As You Are - Nirvana

“As I want you to Be

As a Trend, As a Friend,

As a known Memoria.”

Nirvana just feels like a band James would listen to , so it’ s hard not to connect him to their songs . This makes me thing of a younger James , at least a James before ME2 . He’ s struggling . He doesn’ t fully know what he wants to be or how he sees the people around him . He already has a streak for being less than cautious with himself . He doesn’ t know who will be there the next day , who he might have to leave behind . He can keep the memories , everyone can be kept in a memory . But he still needs to find how they fit in while they still know each other .

4. Sisters - The Halluci Nation

MORE MUSIC OF THE FUTURE . This is the type of song Jack would blast from her little hidey hole on a good day . Music that is illegally downloaded and shared around the Normandy . Glyph would play this to get the party more rowdy I think . A song to get people on their feel and MOVING . Someone DEFINITELY listens to this while in combat . Do I have a definitive answer ? No . Can I picture everyone listening to this on the battlefield ? Yes and I cannot narrow it down just yet . Get on your moccasins big boy we got a Reaper to take down

5. Repeat After Me - KONGOS

“So hard to leave what I've defended,

So hard to separate what's blended.”

Indoctrinated characters RISE ‼️‼️ this song is about religious / catholic guilt so be careful if you listen ! But I can definitely take this and apply it to Saren + Benezia very easily . Characters who have moments of clarity and knowing what the Reapers are doing to them , but not having enough power anymore to fully pull away . Too many ifs , too many maybes , too many nights spent hearing the whispers of the Reapers . Repeating their words while having that voice in the back of their heads questioning and wondering if they can still get away from all this . Just knowing what is happening to you but not being able to stop it and the realizations of your condition so few and far in between

6. Cluster - Slipknot

“So Cut, Cut, Cut me up

And Fuck, Fuck, Fuck me up.”

Combat theme . Everyone at the end of their ropes , the candle that was burned at both ends , the final push to tip them over . Angry with where they are , how they ended up there . How everything could have been simpler , how things could have been prepared for . The sort of anger that makes it hard to focus right , the kind of anger that numbs pain , the kind of pain that pushes further and further . I think Javik would fucking LOOOVE Slipknot but that is a different discussion . Idk man everyone has their limits and I think everyone deserves to got a bit batshit rage off the walls violence on the field after seeing the Horrors they have . Just for fun . Maybe for shits and giggles

( i have officially lost audio link rights here . uh Oh )

7. Curl - Jack Stauber

“When you turn the Master Key,

You’re Higher than a Star!”

Ohhh Crew bonding . Teasing each other . Hanging out together . Going on brief shore-leaves together . Reminding each other to try and live a bit . Remember the happy moments that they get , and not to let them go . It’ s them reminding each other they can still live , they are still alive and they’ re allowed to live . Take joy in the now , find joy in the now . Live now , even if it is hard . Even if it is difficult . Help each other find whatever joy they can , make sure they do not feel guilt for the joy . Giving each other something to look forward to , after everything is over . They’ ve always cares for each other , it’ s time to show it . Now that it matters more than ever

8. Fireworks - The Tragically Hip

“Complete with the Grip of Artificial Chaos,

And believing in the Country of Me and You.”

Oh hello Mr. Kaidan alenko . How are you . This song is so loudly Canadian it is hard to not picture him . This makes me think of Kaidan and his LI postwar . Learning how to live , navigating normalcy . Becoming more civilian than solider , after everything is over . Since I have my own personal biases I AM picturing Joker and Kaidan specifically . It doesn’ t help I believe that the Moreaus came from Manitoba . So it’ s both of them , going back to Canada . Settling down again , falling into a rhythm with each other . Just relearning what it means to be people after everything . Also the bit about seeing fireworks in the distance . Yes . Far enough away the sound is muted or just not there . Just watching the lights . Kaidan and his LI . Finding normalcy < 3

9. Gronlandic Edit - of Montreal

“I guess it would be Nice, to give my heart to a God,

But which one, which one do I Choose?”

Something about funky little beats and the tone of this song make me picture that blue archeologist . In between ME1 and ME2 . Those strange two years . Being a recluse , trying to figure out how to live again . She has to learn how to reach out to people , find her drive again . She’ s willing to stagnate , but that doesn’ t mean she should . And she knows that . Liara can have her struggles and weird girl moments anytime she wants . Because this song definitely is that . Liara lives in a state of limbo for six months and this was playing on loop the whole time . She’ s just feeling a little funny don’ t worry ( maybe you should worry )

#sorry this took me forever the app kept deleting my progress < / 3 #mass effect #mass effect andromeda #THIS WAS VERY FUN AND JOYOUS TO DO #I did end up skipping some of the ost songs like i thought I would have to #seeing virmire ride shuffle on like hm wonder what i’ ll be thinking of #i' ll reblog and link the missing songs < / 3 if i' m allowed too #ALSO THANK YEW JAYY < 33

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museqmeg · 1 year

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What kind of character quirks do you like to give Vash and the gang? Everyone has their own interpretations and I think it’s cool!

I try really hard to keep everyone in character. Especially when the fics I write are fillers to the canon story. However, I do like to exaggerate some of their canon qualities to bring them out and make things fun. I usually have Tristamp or the OST on while I write to keep me in their world, pick up on their word choices, and speech patterns. I also tend to write narratives from personal experience, so I might attach a character to someone I know for inspiration and events. Some examples… my husband is A LOT like Vash. Maybe I manifested him to enter my life? I grew up watching Trigun in in the early 00s and Vash was one of my first crushes. I guess I have a thing for tall, sweet, goofy blonde guys? Vash is very fun and easy for me to write. I see a lot of myself in Meryl, so she’s a character near and dear to me. As for Wolfwood, my cousin embodies a lot of his playful teasing and good hearted nature. And Roberto? I’ve met many Roberto’s during my tenure as a bartender in my early 20s.

So the short answer to character quirks I like to give? I just exaggerate what’s already there with tidbits of personal interactions in my own life. <3

#vashmeryl #vashmeryl fic #trigun stampede

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voidwritesstuff · 7 months

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The Ferryman.

->summary: after a night of pinning after the bartender at Dionysus Bar, Desmond finds himself deep withing a most peculiar realm, and its master is happy to see him.

->Cw: alusions to death,mentions of alcohol.

->Mini playlist to listen to while reading (in order): The Bone King Waltz by Peter gundry, the ghost bar (the sexy brutale ost), my love is mine all mine by mitski.

Desmond Woke up incredibly cold, his extremeties feeling like two icecubes. He looks around at the cementary hes in, his breath materializes infront of him.

--What the-- his breath hitches as he sees a tall skeletal figure walk past him, they seem to almost float with a thin mist trailing behind him like the train of a dress.

The figure stops at a grave, sat Nestled between the roots of a large willow tree. Upon further inspection the trunk of the tree seeme to be rotting away. They kneel and place a red spider lily on it, and then they stand up and float silently out of the cementery.

Curious,Desmond walks up to the graves and cleans the few bits of Ice that stuck to the stone. His eyes go wide as he reads "L. Castro, beloved son,brother and great artist".

The world around him is so deathly cool, the wind blows and theres a certain sweet smell of Decay . Its a night of deep winter, nothing grows, the epitome of death, but its not depressing but rather comforting. The moonlight peeks through the heavy dark clouds in intervals,drowning the world in an almost absolute darkness.

"No...no no no" he panics,his eyes dart to the exit and the trail of light grey blueish mist that was left behind by that thing, he runs after it as silently as he can. A part of him knows better than disturb the figure he saw as he follows them.

Then,he follows them around the town, its desolate, theres mist everywhere and only moonlight filters through the heavy black clouds. Hes freezing alive,he Holds on to himself as his breath shakes.

Why is this figure so familiar? Why does he recognize the movements? The styling of the clothes is so familiar but he cant place it.

The figure moves with Grace like a dancer or a bartender on a busy night. Hes hypnotized by the swaying of their hips with every step they take. His breath hitches again, his eyes go wide a little and he forces himself to look away.

"Get a hold of yourself,Wales" he thinks, and follows them to a bar. The neon sign shines a faint light blue, theres red lillies made of the same tubing that shines red, "Hades' Bar"

The bar looks more like a Fantasy tavern mixed with gothic architecture, it standa tall in its blak wooden exterior and black iron supports.

The figure stops at the blackstone steps up the door, it lets out a silent sigh as its breath is pure frost. That explains the utter cold and ice everywhere.

They unlock the door and step in,and as they do so the dark wood door blooms with red spider lillies. Desmond hears a familiar voice call out to the figure-- Ah,Buenas Noches Decay!

Desmond managed to peak behind a Windows with its red curtains partially drawn. His breath stops.

Agent Rainbow--

He sat there, on a bar stool as the figure, Decay, goes around the counter to the mirrored shelf. And then it dawns on him, this is a distorted version of Dionysus Bar in milton heaven. And if thats Agent Rainbow,his shadow, sitting on the same spot Desmond always sat when he went to that bar,then the figure is--

--Lazaro-- he exclaimed under his breath and for a moment,Decay looks towards the Window,he doesnt see any eyes looking under the sharp shadow of the hood. But Decay just shrugs and pulls away his hood that made him look like a grim reaper.

He wears a crown with red lillies, the spikes that made the crown looked more like moth antennae rather than spikes, and at the base of each one there are smaller skulls.

Lazaro's shadow exhales that ghastly frost of a breath, the skulls of the crown exhale it too.

--oh Decay-- Agent rainbow breathes,sounding Like he was a teen in love in an overexaggerated cheesy movie-- dont you look absolutely cold and dead today

The skeletal figure laughs, it sounds like a gasping, ragged breath. Bone chilling. His black eyesockets settle on the Rainbow-- Dearest.. what are you doing in the bar before I opened it?

--I wanted to surprise you,of course!--The other Man replied, taking the skeletal hand, some of the liquid in his hand seems to freeze in a tricolor Ice, before melting-- Beside, I wanted to spend time with you before this place is packed with the dead and they steal your stone cold gaze away from me~

Desmond cringes a how cheesy it is, but Decay is into it-- Ah I see, and that prompted you to sneak into my bar?

--Yes sir--rainbow tips his hat at him.

--Hm, fine-- his skeleton mouth presses against the other Man's lips. As he does so, a gaunt face grows on the skeleton, its made out of frost and Ice. Desmonds eyes go wide as he realizes its lazaro's face.

--One day i hope my lips remain stuck on your Icey face,so I can Keep kissing you-- His shadow flirted, kissing the knuckles of the other Man.

--One day perhaps--Decay agreed--for now how about you settle for sharing a drink with me before I Open for bussiness?

--That would be splendid, my ferryman

Decay pours a double whiskey on the rocks for Agent rainbow, while he makes himself a Necromancer Martini, the same drink Lazaro drank aside from beer. The two men sit on the same side of the bar, Agent has his hand on his companion's knees as both drink,desmond has no clue how because one had no mouth and the other was a skeleton.

--Will there be a day where your counterpart finally asks mine out?--Decay asked, looking beautiful like fresh snow and elegant like glinting diamonds. He sits with such a Poise and confidence that its almost ethereal, his cold mist of icy death glimmers like snow under moonlight.

-- 'm afraid not,or at least I dont think so. I tried giving him advice and pickup lines but hes stubborn

--You can charm anyone, why wouldnt he accept your help?--Rainbow gestures at himself-- right...

--His loss-- The other Man says-- though its a shame, I really wish he finally manned up

Decay smiles somehow, his naturally cold gaze softens-- Well, Lazaro is thinking of asking him out,maybe all he needs is a kickstart

--And a big one at that--rainbow quipped,taking a big long sip of his whiskey.

--You are incorregible, 'Gent-- the skeleton said, incredible fondness and warmth in his tone.

--You love me this way

--And I wouldnt have you any other way-- decay gives his lover one last kiss and finishes his Martini.

Desmond watches as Decay gets ready for the night, picking out glasses and liquor. But what really knocks the air out of him is his shadow form.

Agent rainbow, the thing that tried to kill him multiple times, everything he hated about himself, was docile,domestic. He polished the wooden tables, fixed up the Chairs and lit up the Giant fireplace that probably made the chilly interior of the bar feel cozy and comfortable. He also figured that Decay couldnt start a Fire given he was pure chill.

--Ill come back to help you close-- Agent announced as he fixed up his fedora.

--Very well,Im guessing youre going to see blaze?

He nodds-- I Will, I hope his other boyfriend didnt steal her away for long

Decay laughs, that bone chilling laughter of the dead-- lets hope not,send my sister my regards

--Will do,Handsome -- and with that, Agent leaves the bar without looking back

Desmond sits by the entrance to the pub, hid away and out of sight. He watches blurry silhouette of enteties of light and shadow enter in conversation that sounds like radio static.

But he watches through the Window as Decay moves with Grace across the bar, smaller skeletons serve the costumers as whimsy clasical music played from an upper floor, the ghosts and skeletons playing are wearing masks and shine with a faint blue light.

As the night progresses it gets colder and colder, hes practically about to go into hypothermia when one of the souls exciting drops their cloak. Hes quick to put it on and notices that it had pocket and that there was money, some sort of iron coins.

Pulling the cloak over his head, desmond entera the bar, nobody seems to notice him and he sits in the back, watching as Decay attends the bar.

--Just a beer-- He ordered to the skeleton waiter, and he watches it leave without a Word spoken.

Its absolutely captivating to watch Decay twirl around the bar,make conversation with the souls,he walks- he floats with overflowing confidence that desmond wishes he had. He thinks it looks just like Lazaro when he works at the bar.

His beer arrives and for the remaining of the night he just watches the bar and how it behaves, its nothing like hes seen before. No other "mind realm" was as lively as this one, as if it existed between the realm of the living and the dead.

Chiron the ferry of the dead, the similarities were right there, the bar was called Hades(the name of the King of the underworld), the dead souls flowing, the skeletons, the coins that look so much like the ones used to pay the ferryman.

And of course,there was Decay himself, a skeleton King that seemed to float like a boat in the water, his energy that made the air ripe witt necromancy. If this was Lazaro's shadow, then he wondered just how much power he himself held.

Desmond leaves as the bar empties out, hoping that "Chiron" as he got to call decay now, didnt notice a living person walk amongst the dead. Maybe the cloak masked him?.

But he returns to his previous snooping place, he hides when agent rainbow comes to help him close shop. By that time it had to be before sunrise.

--Love-- Called agent,his raspy,gravelly voice is uncharacteristically soft-- 'm all done here

Decay looked up from the glass he was polishing-- splendid. I think ill leave the servants to close up.

-- Perfect-- Agent puts on his fedora and offers his arm, Decay takes it and both walk out of the Pub. They walk away leaning on eachother, the skeleton was bigger than rainbow by a lot, just like lazaro was with desmond.

Both look so in love, it makes him jealous. Both laugh and chuckle and giggle at inner jokes, they flirt and sometimes dance together under the peeking moonlight, the skeletons mist glinting Like diamonds. It looks Straight out of a movie, he hates it.

Desmond keeps a healthy distance from the pair, his mind is filled with thoughts about how he wishes that his relationshipp with Lazaro was just like that, but he knew the truth about himself,he was shy,awkward, and heavy in denial.

He never liked men- except a few times in his childhood but-- he was confused right? Then why is he so jealous? Why is he yearning for something like the relationshipp those two had? Why does it bother him that their shadows, that which they repress, are happy together. How can Agent Rainbow be together with Decay already, why cant Desmond have some of that confidence himself?

Agent parts ways with Decay at the cementery, he kisses him and whispers something about finding him in his appartment (Desmond guessed rainbow had the same appartment that he had).

He follows the skeleton Man back to that grave, but this time he makes no effort to hide.

Decay freezes the rotting Bark, another spider lily rests on the tomb. He turns and simply smiles to the best he can with his skull for a head.

--Desmond...-- He sounds..happy to see him.

--Laz- Decay -- Des replied, fixing his glasses and feeling incredibly flustered like he did when lazaro was around.

--This is most curious, what are you doing here?-- he kneels to eye level and tilts his head just the way lazaro does, it makes the Man's heart squeeze with yearning.

--I - I wish I knew-- he replied with a nervous chuckle,looking away-- I uhm ..didnt know you existed

-- I do-- the skeleton agrees--Its good to see you,though. --his voice fills with the same warmth it has when he speaks to rainbow, desmonds breath hitches and hes taken back. Was he really using that tone with him?.

--Oh..I uhm. Yeah I havent been to the bar in a while

--Yeah, i- he- he misses you--Decay confessed, cupping the Mans cheek and making him look into his eye sockets.

His frost breath fogs up his glasses, and desmond feels like hes going to die from how fast his heart was beating. The skeletal hand is deathly cool...but soft.

--O-oh..-- its all the therapist replies,enamored by the feeling of what he guessed was the skeletons gaze. Its overwhelming,filled with love and...yearning. yearning for Desmond and nobody else. Was this Decay or Lazaro himself?.

--Come by sometime-- begged the shadow form, genuine hurt in his voice.

They go quiet,both of them, all they hear is the whistling wind and the rustling of dead trees. He looks at the rotting tree and he feels...

Decay looks too,and sighs. The Ice keeps the rot from spreading, a short term solution but not permanent.

Desmond looks into the rotting willow tree, he feels overwhelmed with burnt out, with exhaustion, with a deep desire of realese, of yearning for the pain to end.

--Nurse him back to health. Please-- Decay Begged once more-- this garden...my- our garden is rotting. -- his skeletal hand moves to his chin, his face frosting over into a human one ,gaunt but still drop dead gorgeus.

And desmond, for once,doesnt fight it. He leans in, hands reaching for his cloak. And then....

Hes awake, in bed, glasses thrown haphazardly on the nightstand. He turns,heart Racing and almost beating out of his chest, his body feels warm as hes flustered.

But his eyes catch the sigh of something red on the other side of the bed, long time since it has been last occupied by someone, a loved one or a partner.

There, on the pillow is a Red Spider lily. The pillow feels deathly cool to the touch, and looking at the flower he tries to steady his breath.

The realm of the dead would call to him, its master, chiron, the skeleton King, Decay, would demand his presence, and who was he to say no to the ferryman?

#oc: lazaro castro/the decay #ism desmond #ism oc #in sound mind oc #desmond wales

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recovering-limerent · 1 year

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So much to update…

I got lucky yesterday.

After the drag show, I went to see U’s improv comedy show. It was cute to see him up there. He’s both too cool and very unpretentious at the same time.

After that, there was a Japanese comedian going on, I had gotten a ticket, U had a ticket, but Ï did not. The room was packed, and I sat with U on the corner, just the two of us.

I was hyper conscious of my own laughter, of him, of our proximity… and every joke we made with one another. And all night we got to reference the show to each other, like it was our secret language.

Afterwards, Ï had already gone to AB, so U and I biked to the subway, and on the way we ran into the comedian who asked us, “Are you best friends?” To which he said, “We haven’t had that conversation yet.” And I said, “I would be if you would be.”

Then we took the subway together, chatted about cracking joints and about contrapoints and philosophytube. I noticed that we arrived at our station, but I didn’t say anything, I would’ve been happy to miss the stop with him… but he noticed last second, and said wow we almost missed the stop.

Later that night, it was Lu’s birthday, so we stayed around to wait for the other bartenders to close up so we could stay out drinking.

The whole night I was affirming, “U is so into me.” “U is so interested in me.”

At first it seemed that he was leaving with Ï, who was very tired, but after a hug and kiss goodbye he walked back and got in the car with us.

It didn’t phase me, cuz I knew he would stay, I knew he wanted to be around me just a little longer. And without LT or Ï there… how could he say no?

(Btw, I sat on F’s lap on the ride there… wow.)

And so we stayed walking together most of the night, feeling thick as thieves, poking fun at one another. 我說我夢到劉邦, he laughed, and said he had dreamed of the cutest baby sloth on his finger, that he was nursing back to health… i said maybe that reflects a subconscious part of himself. Just like 劉邦 probably reflects something in me. He said sorry, he’s team 項羽, and I said I didn’t really care, in fact, I’m team baby sloth. He laughed at that.

I rolled him an herbie of 777, and said it would make him gay.

He was gonna leave to eat at sukiya, and instead I got everyone to eat there first before going to F’s bar. He said he’s 39, 屬鼠。我怎麼算都不對，現在才知道我算錯了。

On our way to F’s bar, we chatted about his work. He said he does consulting, mainly internal communications. I asked him if he knew was OST was, he hadn’t heard of it before, but we had interesting conversation about that, and walked together the whole time while V and F walked behind us.

When we got to F’s bar, we still sat next to each other, and he said he was going to leave, but still ended up staying quite a while, playing with my fan, sitting and smiling.

Finally he left, and I was the only one to jump up and hug him. I gave him an herbie, saying, “One for the road? This one makes you straight again. Vaguely.”

“Thank you. This is some Alice in wonderland stuff,” He said.

I was so happy and satisfied with my time with him, we made memories together, we are at least friends now, and he probably knows that I’m into him… I manifested all of this, I’m so pleased with myself.

After U left, we played truth or truth, and V asked me What’s your most recent sexual fantasy? And I was honest so I said, Having sex with U.

She said, “It’s so obvious. Not before tonight, but tonight, yeah, it was so obvious.”

And that made me happy - if it was obvious to her, maybe it would be obvious to him too.

I’m into you, U.

Let’s talk more soon, and get physically close without having sex. Yeah?

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the-masked-artist05 · 2 years

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What is everyone’s favorite songs

Hmm, hard to say atm, but i can do genres rn tho!

Edd- Pop and Indie

Tom- Ska, Alternate and Indie

Tord- Vocaloid (haha weeb, me too Tord, me too, i like vocaloid too) and Anime OSTs

Matt- Anything that sounds fancy in a way and pop

Sheriff Thompson- Most likely old authenic country songs or ballads, anything that tells a story over a guitar or banjo

Detective Edward- Country but like, hella energtic

Prince Matthew- Classical music

Bartender/Red bandit/Todd- He doesn't listend to music often, but he'll listen to the same thing as Thompson

Nyx- Classical and Indie, not a fan of dupstep

Obi- Rap

Kate- Trap, vocaloid and anime OSTs

Kathrine- Jazz or Synth music

#mask chats #ew edd #ew tom #ew matt #ew tord #ew detective edward #ew prince matthew #ew sheriff thompson #ew bartender #eddsworld oc #ew nyx #ew obi #ew kate #ew kathrine

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luvlysangi · 2 years

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he's a pirate :: hongjoong

╰─➤ ;:🏴‍☠️:; ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕, 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖.

*.~ pairing: pirate captain!hongjoong x fem y/n character

*.~ warnings: drinking, alcohol

*.~ genre: action, adventure, pirateeess argh!~

*.~ a/n: this is something I wrote that was inspired by when Hongjoong dressed as Jack Sparrow set in the POTC universe.

*.~ Wattpad

*.~ ost: he's a pirate from pirates of the carribbean

*.~ masterlist

༄🏴‍☠️*~.

I groan as I Ieave the military building. Those idiots won't listen to me because of two things, one, I'm a young woman, and two, nobody dares travel far out to the Bermuda triangle for fear of joining Davy Jones' locker. No matter who I've gone to ask for help in rescuing my brother, all the men do is laugh at me. I need a drink.

I make my way down to a nearby tavern and as soon as I enter I'm greeted with the strong smell of alcohol and loud laughter of men. I head to the counter and I pull back my dress so I could take a seat on the stool. James Mason, the bartender who I've become familiar with at this tavern, comes over to me while wiping a glass beer cup.

"Let me guess, no luck with the petticoat soldiers either huh?" He asks me.

"Nope."

"I'm sorry, y/n."

"It's alright. Just get me something strong."

"You got it." He tells me then turns around to begin making my drink.

While waiting, I look down at my locket and I open up the silver circle. Inside was a photo of my brother and I from years ago. I haven't seen him since the night he and his ship never returned, about a year ago. I close the locket and James returns to me, sliding a cup of alcohol over to me.

"Why don't you get that guy to help you," James tells me.

"What guy?" I ask him and he points to the door of the tavern.

In comes a pirate with his crew behind him. All of them talk over something as they came in. They make their way to an empty table in the middle of the room and take their seats. The pirate who stands out from the small crew is probably the captain. He wears a red bandana over his dark brown dreadlocks which some of the strands had beads and a noticeable feather hanging from them. He has surprisingly clear tan skin for a pirate but a small red x scar right under his left eye. He's handsome for a pirate.

"That guy?" I ask the Bartender again for clarification.

"Yeah! Hey! Sparrow! Come up here for a second!" He says then calls out the pirate.

The pirate sees us then gets up from the table and walks over to the counter. He gives the bartender a high five then takes a seat on the stool next to me.

"How was your trip mate?" James asks him and immediately starts filling up a cup for him.

"Eh, it was alright. You know how it is. Sailing away from the British, fighting that Barbossa, getting treasure here and then."

James says and comes back with his cup, "That's great mate! Here, your favorite rum."

"You know me too well, James." The pirate chuckles and doesn't hesitate to take the rum from him and take a quick swig.

He chuckles too then his eyes follow back to me, "Oh! Sparrow, I want you to meet a friend of mine, this is y/n! y/n this is Captain Hongjoong Sparrow!"

My eyes widen at the sound of his name. So this is the famous Captain Hongjoong Sparrow. He's still on the wanted list for the military but stories of his adventures with his crew have spread throughout the port island. I didn't realize I'm sitting next to such a legend! I give him a smile with a nod and he returns it back.

"So, you're Captain Sparrow that everyone talks about. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir!"

"Likewise, y/n. James, you didn't tell me that this pretty lady is your friend."

"Well, now you know. Sparrow, she could use your help. y/n, tell him what's going on."

I nod and begin to explain my story, "Well, a year ago my brother was a crew member on Captain Peter's ship. The ship was on their way to make a trade to Bermuda and unfortunately, that night that they set sail a storm took them and supposedly took them down to the Bermuda triangle never to be seen again."

I watch as the captain takes another swig from his drink. he's either very thirsty or very addicted.

"Well, a few months ago, a bird with a letter in its beak found its way to me and it contained a weird message on it." I continue. "I decided it to be a message from my brother! That means, he's still alive, and he needs help. The letter contained coordinates to where I believe is the Bermuda triangle. I've tried to ask anyone with a ship to help me find him but no one dares travel that far past the Caribbean."

I give him a sorrowful look as I begin to plead, "Please, Captain, you've done so many great things. Nobody would be more perfect to help me than you and your crew. Help me find my brother."

Sparrow just looks at me for a bit, taking swigs from his rum. What was he waiting for? Is it a yes or a no?

James leans on the counter, "Well, mate? Are you gonna--"

"I'll do it." The captain says as he puts his finished cup down on the counter.

A grin rises to my lips, "Really?! You mean it?!"

"Yes! Sounds rather fun. I'll go tell my crew. Let's leave soon." He says quickly with a smile and gets off of the stool to go back over to his crew.

"James I owe you." I turn and tell him.

"No, you don't. Just bring your brother back so you don't have to come to my tavern crying while drinking anymore."

"You're a jackass," I say with a chuckle and drink from my cup.

Within 5 hours, I get on the Black Pearl ship and with his crew, we all begin following the coordinates to my brother.

"This is still crazy, cap'n! The Bermuda triangle of all places?!" Joshamee Gibbs, Captain Hong Sparrow's first mate says worriedly.

The two of us stand in front of the captain's desk as he carefully observes the coordinates on the letter with his map. He shushes Gibbs and continues looking.

"We're not going to the Bermuda triangle." He suddenly says making Gibbs and I look at him with shocked expressions.

I open my mouth to speak, "Excuse me, captain, but you said--"

"The coordinates are leading somewhere else. Have a look, Gibbs."

Gibbs flips the map and the letter over for him to see and he carefully observes both.

"Yer right cap'n! These are leadin' us to the azalea islands!"

"The what?!" I ask him.

"Ah! Is it because of the Bermuda key!?"

"The what?!" I ask the captain.

"The Bermuda key! Basically, it's this ancient key that opens a treasure that can resurface any ship and crew that you desire! I thought it was only pirate lore but...if this letter is really from your brother then he's telling us that it exists." He says to me with a nod of agreeance from Gibbs.

"Amazing. This adventure is deeper than I thought." I said in shock.

"It won't be easy getting the Bermuda treasure but rest assured you have us, y/n. Gibbs turn this ship around to the correct coordinates and update the crew."

"Aye Cap'n!" Gibbs says with a grin then leaves the captain's quarters.

"Thank you again for helping me out when no one else would, captain."

Hong Sparrow grabs a hip flask from his desk drawer and flips the top off, "You owe me, y/n."

"Owe you? Well...I suppose I do since you are indeed risking your life to help me. What do I owe you in return?"

He drinks the alcohol from the small silver flask then looks at me with a drunken smile, "After we rescue your brother, I was thinking you could start sailing the seas with me."

"Be a crew member?"

"Noooo, more than that."

"More than a crew member? Captain I don't quite follow."

He shakes the flask to see if there was any more alcohol left in it, "I was thinking you become my wife or something like that."

I chuckle and snatch the flask out of his hand, "That depends on how happy you make me during this adventure, Captain."

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angellesword · 3 years

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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (11)

Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Alternatively:

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.

Warnings: alcohol (OC is drunk) cursing, unhealthy way of grieving, violence (Sin-ae tried to physically hurt OC again.) the succession law discussed in this chapter doesn’t reflect South Korea’s existing laws. It’s a combination of my imagination and laws in the Philippines.

Chapter’s OST: Treacherous by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 3.2k

Series: CHAPTER 10 | CHAPTER 12

You had never seen Jungkook look so pissed before. When you were around, he was all smiles and heart eyes and this just showed how much he adored you; however, the look he was giving you right now was so dark that you had to look away.

'Because I'm damn jealous,' he said. Did he mean this? Didn't he hate you for dumping him? For giving up on him even though he asked—begged you to stay with him?

'But it's complicated.' You argued with yourself. You didn't want to make things difficult. He was promised to Soojin. Your sister said she was in love with Jungkook too. Who were you to stop them from being together?

Besides, you did it for the company and for your father.

Ah, your father...

You sacrificed things to make him happy, yet you still weren't given a chance to see him for the last time.

You cackled bitterly as you drank another shot of tequila. Your head spun and your throat burned. You didn't care though. You still continued drinking until your vision doubled and until you couldn't feel the intensity of Jungkook's glare anymore.

"Tiger..." But you felt him touch your elbow lightly to stop you from taking another shot of this alcoholic beverage.

You glared at him, prying your arm out of his grasp. Jungkook pursed his lips and let you go. His jaw ticked, thick brows furrowing.

"What do you want, Jungkook?" You hissed, a thought popping inside your mind: why did we lash out on the people we loved when we're frustrated or lonely?

You didn't want to push him away anymore, you also didn't want to lose him again, but your actions were the opposite of what you felt.

You were just so tired of losing people. It's better to push those who loved you and insist yourself to those who didn't love you.

"You're drunk," he sighed, putting his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. Jungkook wanted to touch you again but he was scared to upset you.

"I'm not." You replied incompletely: I'm not drunk. I'm grieving.

"Literally everyone who's drunk always denies they're drunk. Stop it—" He instantly snatched the shot glass from your hand when you tried to bring it to your lips.

"Hey!" You pouted as Jungkook downed the shot, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"No more drinks for you." He smiled cheekily like he won.

Your lips protrude more. Did he think this was a game?

"Fine." You called the attention of the bartender. You would play too.

"Three more shots of tequila please..." You batted an eyelash at the bartender, unfortunately what you received in return was a tight smile.

The bartender offered to serve you a non-alcoholic beverage instead since it was obvious you're intoxicated. You couldn't handle more alcohol.

"But I want to!" You whined. It's a little out of character. You rarely insisted what you wanted. The environment where you grew up taught you to just accept things you couldn't have. It was like you didn't have the right to fight for what you wanted.

"Alright. That's it. Let's get you home." Jungkook interrupted when you attempted to grab the collar of the bartender's uniform.

Shit. Jungkook forgot how feisty you got when you're drunk.

"Um—" The bartender seemed uncomfortable while switching glances between you and Jungkook. "Do you know him?"

"She does. I'm her best friend." Jungkook answered the question of the bartender for you.

"Mam?" But the bartender didn't look convinced. The response must come out of your mouth. What if Jungkook was taking advantage of you? It's the bar's protocol to look after their drunk customer.

"He's lying." You told the bartender which made Jungkook's jaw clench.

"Tiger—" He dug his hands into your hips, steadying you in place. You looked like you're about to fall from the bar stool.

Damn it. You're too intoxicated.

"Would you like me to call you an uber, Mam?" The bartender asked but you didn't respond. Instead, you turned to Jungkook.

"You're not just my best friend, Jungkook." You put your hand on his chest. At first he thought you're gonna push him away again, he was surprised, however, when you leaned your head against his ribcage, feeling the beat of his heart "You're more than that..."

Your lips were dangerous close to Jungkook. It was as though you're waiting to be kissed; however, before your mouths molded together, Jungkook immediately tilted his head, clearly avoiding the act.

Hurt crossed your face as you heard your heart breaking.

To mask the pain, you pretended like you're sleepy. You yawned and then your eyes fluttered shut.

Moments later, you're not pretending anymore. You're off to dreamland.

The bartender let you go after seeing how you snuggled up to Jungkook, it was like you were comfortable around him, like you knew him with all of your heart.

"I'm not a bad person. I really know her. I can leave my identification cards here if you want." Jungkook offered to ease the mind of the bartender.

But the employee said there’s no need for that. He was free to leave with you.

Your best friend nodded and then he called an uber upon realizing that he couldn't drive. Admittedly he wouldn't mind driving if he was alone, but he wouldn't compromise your safety after he drank two glasses of bourbon and a shot of tequila. No questions asked. He'd definitely leave his car in the parking space of this bar. He could always come back for it later.

For now, his whole attention was focused on you. He was aware you'd be cross with him the moment you sobered up and realized you were at his home.

Jungkook didn't want to go back to the motel. He wasn't sure if he could still bear to sleep on that Godforsaken bed one more time. He knew you probably felt the same way as well. You're just too stubborn to admit it.

Jungkook helped you get on the bed. You were inside the guest room, the same room where you used to sleep whenever he begged you to stay the night.

He missed those moments. He missed having you around. You weren't just the girl he had romantic feelings for. You're also his best friend, his other half, and his soulmate. He's lost without you.

"Rest well, Tiger." After removing your shoes and massaging your feet a little, Jungkook smiled fondly at your sleeping form.

He was content just by looking at you like this. After listening to your cries every night through that thin wall of the motel room, Jungkook finally saw you sleeping soundly.

Jungkook was wrong; you didn't get crossed with him when you had realized you're in his apartment, if anything, you looked...grateful.

"Want more?" He asked thoughtfully after noticing that you had finished the bowl of soup he made just for you.

Jungkook also bought corn dogs and your favorite probiotic drink. Of course chocolates were included as well.

"No thanks. I'm full." You smiled sheepishly and avoided his gaze.

You were embarrassed, feeling like you were taking advantage of him. Jungkook prepared your food and he let you sleep in his place for more than twelve hours. He took care of you during your most vulnerable state.

You knew you didn't deserve his kindness, not after pushing him away for so many times and then trying to kiss him.

Your eyes dilated at the memory of that.

Shit.

Why did you try to kiss him!?

Were you out of your mind? Did he remember? What did he think of you? Was he disgusted?

"I should go—" You abruptly flinched, alarmed by the humiliating questions circling your head.

"You should stay the night." But Jungkook said this at the same time you told him it's better if you go.

Your head snapped to meet his gaze at once. You were obviously startled by what he said.

Jungkook was currently sitting on a chair right in front of you, the look in his eyes was gentle, almost pleading—as if he's scared you're gonna shut him down again.

"I know you don't want to be around me but I can't let you leave in the middle of the night." I don't want you to be alone, my Tiger.

"I—I need to change though." You gripped the neckline of your top. It smelled like alcohol and sweat.

"All of your things are still in the guest room." Your room. "Nothing's changed." I still love you.

"Okay." You whispered softly. "Thanks, Kook." I don't want to be alone tonight.

"Sure." Anything for you.

You ended up staying at Jungkook's apartment for a couple more days. Or was it weeks?

You honestly didn't know. All you ever did was sleep and ignore the world. You're hurting inside. You felt tired, like nothing mattered.

Jungkook said your father had been buried. You didn't get to attend the wake and the funeral.

"No one really attended, you know? It's just me and the Kims." Jungkook's attempt to soothe you didn't do anything.

Taemin's friends and colleagues didn't go to the funeral but only because they didn't want to associate themselves with your father.

People were calling him a murderer. Based on police investigation, the building collapsed because of design faults and negligence. Taemin was being blamed not only because he was the chairman of the firm but also because he was leading the construction of the building.

The public was demanding accountability.

"It's messed up. Everyone at the firm is going berserk. We need a new chairperson but the Kims are still mourning." Jungkook explained, his eyes were bloodshot.

He looked tired. He actually just got home from the office. His stress was apparent.

Jungkook also told you that the voting for the new chairperson was happening soon. The lawyers of Taemin were reaching out to the Kims so that they could finally discuss the decedent's will.

"Seokjin-hyung told me to tell you that you should be in the meeting. Anyway, I think the estate attorney would reach out to you soon. Castle wants to appoint the new chairperson as soon as possible."

"It's going to be you, right?" It took everything in you to ask this. Truthfully, it made your stomach sink. If Jungkook was going to be the new chairperson, it only meant that he and Soojin would be married soon.

But Jungkook just shrugged.

"You have to be at the meeting." And instead he said this. The loud conviction in his voice was clear.

"Will you be there too?" You enquired.

Jungkook smiled softly. "I'm not part of that family, Tiger."

You kept your mouth shut even when you wanted to say neither am I.

Just like what Jungkook said, the estate attorney contacted you. The meeting would be held at the office room of Taemin in Castle. It's because Sin-ae didn't want you to step inside their mansion again.

The meeting started almost immediately. As expected, Sin-ae and all of her children were here. She rolled her eyes and scoffed the moment she saw you. Seokjin and Namjoon both nodded at you, Soojin, on the other hand, embraced you.

She was no longer wearing a cervical collar. Your sister looked better—healthy. You suddenly wondered if she knew you were living with Jungkook.

Maybe? They're getting married soon. Jungkook wouldn't want a misunderstanding. He probably told her there's nothing to worry about. You were just his best friend. He only felt bad for you that's why he took you in.

"Let's start," the executor smiled tightly upon confirming to Namjoon that every family member of the Kims was already here.

The reading of the will went smoothly at first, but commotion began when the executor started uttering how the estate would be divided.

Sin-ae was the first to react. She was demanding to know why an illegitimate child like you had a share equal to her children.

"I know the law! It is clearly stated there that bastards are only entitled to receive one half of the share of the legitimate children! Namjoon! You tell them!" Sin-ae's eyes were wide as she turned to her smartest son, hoping that he could knock some senses into this stupid executor and lawyers.

The executor explained the reason before Namjoon could speak though.

"Your husband decided to divide his assets equally, Madame. The testator is free to do so." The executor even read the applicable law regarding the issue.

Sin-ae gasped dramatically. The glare she was giving you was piercing. However You didn't flinch like you used to.

For the first time, you didn't feel the need to hunch your shoulders and hide. You were just so exhausted from her drama and bullshit.

"Apart from that, your son, Kim Taehyung, renounced his inheritance."

Sin-ae caused another drama upon hearing that. She exclaimed and almost hit you in the face when the executor elucidated that Kim Taehyung's share would be given to you.

"No! I don't buy it! It’s absurd. Call my son right now! This isn't happening!" Seokjin and Namjoon held their mother, stopping her from attacking you.

You remained unfazed, though deep inside, you're dying of curiosity. Why would Taemin give you Taehyung's share? Why not to Soojin?

She's his favorite, right?

"There's no need for that. Your son signed the papers two years ago. His consent is not vitiated."

The executor continued despite Sin-ae's protest. In all honesty, the executor explained things well. However, you still couldn't seem to wrap your head around the fact that the free portion of Taemin's estate would also be given to you.

Seriously? Was this a terrible joke?

Sin-ae thought so too. She was so baffled to the point that she couldn't help but direct her anger at the executor.

"This is all lies! Where is the real last will and testament of my husband?" Sin-ae snatched the papers from the executor and tore it apart. She was shaking in indignation.

"Mother, stop it..." Seokjin's face was red. He was embarrassed. His mother was turning like a feral animal.

"No, oppa. I'm with our mother here. This seems like a joke to me too." Soojin finally spoke after a long moment of silence. She was scoffing at you while folding her arms over her chest.

You clenched your jaw, inhaling sharply.

"Why the hell would father give you more than fifty percent of his estate?" Soojin couldn't help but snarl at you too.

75% of Taemin's estate was for the compulsory heirs. The remaining 25% was free portion, meaning, he could give it to literally anyone, even if it's not a family member.

You would own that 25% share as well as your 15% share from the 75% portion. (75% divided by 5: four children and the testator's spouse = 15%) Since Taehyung renounced his share, that 15% would also belong to you.

Your total share was fifty five percent.

Holy shit.

"Unfortunately we can't ask the decedent. What we can do is honor his will. It's the right thing to do, both legally and morally speaking." The executor answered Soojin's question.

"Honor my ass! I tore the papers apart—"

"Does it matter? I'm sure there's another copy." You cut Sin-ae off, startling her and the rest of the family. As a matter of fact, Soojin's mouth dropped on the floor. Sin-ae's eyes darkened as she cursed you.

Namjoon tried to keep his face impassive but you saw how his eyes quivered. Seokjin flinched but you didn't get to see his reaction that much since he was busy calming his mother down.

"And if you have concerns, I think it's better to settle this in court." You weren't sure where you got the courage to speak up like this.

You just said you're tired and yes, that's true.

You were tired. Tired of getting stepped on and tired of being hated when you're literally just existing. Why did people hate you so much when all you ever did was be kind and respectful to them?

Was it true? Did people think they could harm you just because you're not fighting back? Was this really how the world worked?

If it was, then you had to fight.

"Are you challenging me, huh, bastard?" Sin-ae tried to attack you, but instead of accepting the blow, you square your shoulders like you were ready to fight.

As usual, Seokjin embraced her mother, telling her softly to calm down—that lashing out on people wouldn't do her any good.

"I don't care! I will beat the shit out of that bastard until she learns her place!" Sin-ae spitted, you saw how it landed on the floor.

"I think I am capable of knowing on my own where I belong, eomeoni." You said eomoni just to piss her off.

It worked. Her face screamed murder, it's just like the way she glared at you when she found out you're her husband's bastard.

Back then, you felt humiliated. You wanted to either run for the hill or get on your knees and beg for her forgiveness.

You drilled it in your head that it was your fault her family's breaking apart. You ruined their happy life.

Your existence ruined their peace.

You really did.

Or rather, you would.

You would ruin their peace.

Because three days after you found out that shocking fact that you're inheriting more than half of your father's estate, you came to know another shocking thing.

A thing that shook you to the core.

A thing that made you realize this is the last straw.

You were no longer going to allow the Kims to step on you.

Definitely not after you heard Soojin and Sin-ae talking about this:

"I should be the next chairperson! No one else!"

"You will be." Sin-ae grabbed her daughter's shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes. "Don't worry, Soojin-ah. It doesn't matter if that bastard has a bigger share in the company now. No one would want her to be the next chairperson. It's just you or Jungkook..."

"We have to convince Jungkook to side with us!" Your sister cried.

Sin-ae nodded her head, desperate to sooth Soojin's worries.

"I can handle Jungkook, but you have to promise me you'll handle yourself, okay? I can't deal with the both of you at the same time. Please, Soojin-ah, you need to be careful. No one should know our secret."

You furrowed your brow. Secret? What secret?

The answer was revealed to you at once.

"I destroyed all evidence." Soojin sighed, she was saying all these things confidently but you saw fear dancing in her eyes.

"No one would know I was actually the one leading the construction of that building. Father carried my sins in his grave, mother. I promise you that."

They said promises were meant to be broken.

They're right.

Soojin knew it too.

She knew it because right after those words came out of her mouth, her gaze landed on you.

Shock and Fear.

These were the two emotions that could be seen on her face.

You heard and that’s when Soojin knew she fucked up.

i’m slow with the updates because my mind keeps on bugging me with new fic ideas 🥲 i actually posted a new JJK one shot. click here if you haven’t read it yet! :D

#jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #armywriterssupport #jungkook best friend #best friend jungkook #jungkook best friends to lovers #jungkook romance #jungkook drama

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House Isekai: A Realm Reborn - Part 2, Through the Maelstrom (2 of 3)

House Isekai ARR Masterlist Here

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Client: Hilda Valentin Goneril

Refusing to work with the newly reformed House Isekai due to Class VII, Duvalie takes her orders and storms off to Goneril territory, trying to get home faster. Not wanting to leave Duvalie completely alone, Raelyn and Fireteam Alpha-Nine accompany her.

Reports indicate of a giant serpent-like beast terrorizing the ocean trade routes near Goneril territory, and an unknown entity accompanying it…

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(Raelyn) “I will accompany her to ensure their survival. Until then, House Isekai.”

Raelyn turned to the portal and walked through it.

After getting the minimum knowledge required about the Abyss Mages, Buck and his squad followed her through the portal.

(Kazuma) “…Wait a second, none of them knows anything about Fodlan. Why did we let them go anywhere alone?”

(Sitri) “…That’s a good question.”

When Duvalie stepped through the portal, she was still muttering to herself angrily.

(Duvalie) "Ugh, the nerve of those people! As if we can work hand in hand like nothing's ever happened!"

Her ranting continued, even when Raelyn stepped in behind her, looking around his environment.

(Raelyn) "...Duvalie, was it?"

(Duvalie) "And that jackass, Rean! What on EARTH ever made him think we were friends?! I ought to-"

Raelyn sighed and holstered his bolter. Even his footsteps didn't alert her.

(Raelyn) "Cease your complaints."

Duvalie spun around and opened her mouth about to continue until she realized she was only up to his lower chest. Her head tilted all the way up for her to even see Raelyn's helmet.

(Duvalie) "Listen you giant yellow tin can, you don't know what they're like!"

(Raelyn) "They seem calmer than you."

(Duvalie) "Tch, whatever. Why are you even here anyway? I can handle this on my own!"

(Raelyn) "Ah, then I assume you know the layout of the land? The person we're supposed to meet? What the state of the world even is?"

(Duvalie) "...I-I...I can just figure it out myself!"

(Raelyn) "Indeed."

Raelyn turned to the portal and saw the ODST squad walk in.

(Buck) "Right, we got the information we need. As for lay of the land, think one of the locals is about to tag along."

Aigis and Kazuma were on the other side nodding about to say something before the portal suddenly closed.

(Mickey) "...Or not."

...

Everyone was confused on why the portal closed.

Sitri made sure no one was looking at her as she whispered.

(Sitri) "Sothis?"

(Sothis) "Uh, don't look at me. I wasn't even the one who opened it."

(Sitri) "Wait, then where did...?"

...

(Romeo) "Great. Now we gotta wander around and pray to god it's the right way."

(Dutch) "Not even sure the good lord would poke his head out in wherever this is."

(Duvalie) "Wha-DID THEY CLOSE THE PORTAL ON US?!"

(Raelyn) "You were the one who wanted to do this alone."

(Duvalie) "IF I WANT YOUR INPUT, I'LL ASK!"

(Buck) "Enough of the shouting already! Complaining isn't going to do us any good. Besides, we got the data we need, we'll be fine...probably."

(Duvalie) "Fine, whatever."

Duvalie had her hand on the sword sheathe as she stormed off.

(Duvalie) "Let's get going then."

(Mickey) "Wrong way. It's behind us."

Duvalie quickly marched towards the direction Mickey pointed to, muttering something.

Raelyn slowly walked up to the squad.

(Raelyn) "I cannot speak for her, but it is a pleasure to fight alongside you."

(Buck) "Feeling's mutual. Come on, we should hurry before she pops a vein."

The five walked casually behind Duvalie who stayed in the front.

Fodlan, Goneril Territory, Evening...

[Stilness of Night - Trails of Cold Steel 3 OST]

The group eventually found a path leading towards a town inside Goneril territory, and continued on it until the sun began setting.

(Buck) "Huh. Place doesn't look half bad with a sunset."

(Dutch) "Yeah, somethin' you'd see from a storybook."

(Raelyn) "I have not had the pleasure of experiencing a world as quiet as this before."

(Duvalie) "Hm. My world was something kind of like this, but not as primitive to not have lamp posts at least."

(Romeo) "Think you're the most primitive out of all of us here, lady."

(Duvalie) "Excuse me?!"

(Mickey) "Changing the subject, just how far is this place?"

(Buck) "Shouldn't be more than a few minutes. The town according to that Sitri lady is about to come into view right about...Ah, there we go."

They eventually reached the top of a hill and saw a small fishing town with the sunset directly shining on top of it.

(Raelyn) "Excellent. We should reach the town by nightfall."

They all continued walking silently until Dutch spoke up.

(Dutch) "So uh, any idea what that creature is like?"

Everyone had read the report given to them by Sitri, but no one actually knew what they were in for.

(Romeo) "It said a serpent, so maybe an underwater snake or something."

(Mickey) "We aren't strangers to alien life, but I doubt it'd be simple to kill. This place seems to have magic after all."

(Raelyn) "It matters not. If our guns can work, then we can kill it."

(Duvalie) "I'm more concerned about those weird floating chubby things the Knights of Favonius mentioned."

(Buck) "What did they call them...Abyss mages?"

(Dutch) "Think that's it. They don't seem that tough to beat."

(Romeo) "Especially when we can put a round between their eyes from a hundred yards away."

(Duvalie) "If that's the case, then why are they so dangerous?"

(Mickey) "Guess we'll find out soon. Until we actually fight one, don't think we can properly assess the situation."

Finally, they reached the town's entrance. The concrete path shook beneath their equipment, gathering strange looks from the townsfolk.

Some mothers hid their children behind them while some of the men passing by whispered to each other.

(Romeo) "Think we might be standing out a little."

(Duvalie) "You all maybe, I look perfectly fine. Might be mustard bottle over here that's getting all the looks."

(Raelyn) "...You are referring to me?"

(Duvalie) "Duh! Who did you think I meant?"

(Raelyn) "What is 'mustard'?"

(Buck) "Good lord man, just how far in the future are you?"

(Raelyn) "It is the 42nd millennium."

(Dutch) "...Damn. That explains why you don't really seem to lighten up."

They made their way to the center of town, where multiple people kept staring at them.

(Romeo) "Any particular reason why we're standing out in the open like this? Not exactly doing us any favors with the people here."

(Duvalie) "Shut it, trying to find a tavern or something. There's gotta be one here."

Mickey and Buck helped Duvalie look around their surroundings to try and find a tavern. Romeo and Dutch shrugged and made sure the townspeople weren't going to try anything.

Raelyn was about to help when he heard small footsteps approaching.

It was two children who were chasing each other, most likely playing. They had failed to notice the offworlders they were running towards until a girl hit her head on Raelyn's leg.

(Girl) "Ow...! What in-"

Her eyes went wide when she stared up at the 8 foot tall Space Marine looking down on her.

Both the kids look terrified until Raelyn knelt down, trying to get on their eye level the best he could while taking off his helmet. He made sure his Bolter was strapped to his back.

(Raelyn) "My apologies. Are you hurt?"

(Girl) "N-...No sir."

Raelyn offered a hand to the girl. His hand was massive compared to the child, he could effortlessly crush her head with one hand.

Yet, he was extremely gentle in making sure not to harm or intimidate the children, the girl grabbing his hand and standing up.

(Raelyn) "If I can bother you for a moment more, do you know where the Tavern is?"

(Boy) "Um...It's to your right, mister. The building next to the docks."

Raelyn nodded and motioned away from them.

(Raelyn) "Thank you. Get home safe, now."

(Girl) "Thank you, mister."

The two kids appeared to be put at ease despite the size difference, and continued playing as if nothing happened. Something that shocked the adults watching.

The ODST's and Duvalie watched the exchange and were surprised that this walking ton of armor managed not to utterly terrify the two kids.

(Raelyn) "You have your tavern. Let us get to it."

(Duvalie) "...Right."

They continued off to the Tavern, still noticing all the adults watching them, albeit slightly more at ease.

(Romeo) "Now that sweet moment's over, time to see how well you work with a bar full of drunkards, big guy."

(Dutch) "Come on, I'm great with people."

(Mickey) "Sure, you are. How about Raelyn? Actually can he even get through the door?"

Duvalie was the first to enter, followed by the ODST's with Raelyn the last one.

He stared awkwardly at the doorframe, and back to his armor.

Even if he tried to crouch, he would break the doorframe.

(Raelyn) "I...will keep watch out here."

(Romeo) "Put those people skills to work."

(Buck) "Think you should be worried about doing that yourself."

[Another Round - Final Fantasy XIV OST]

Everyone inside the bar stopped talking when they saw Duvalie march in with the ODST's.

Duvalie saw the bartender and sat down on a stool.

The bartender was a bald middle aged man who had clearly seen better days. He had a scar over his left eye and a beard that was barely kept clean.

(Bartender) "...Can I help you with something missie?"

(Duvalie) "We're here on request of...what was her name?"

Buck stood next to Duvalie, making his visor visible so the bartender could see his mouth.

(Buck) "Hilda. Ring a bell?"

(Bartender) "Ah, Lord Holst's sister. And who exactly do I owe the pleasure of speaking to?"

(Duvalie) "I'm Duvalie."

(Buck) "Call me Buck, and this is my Squad. Fella outside is with us too."

(Bartender) "I see. And another question, who exactly ya workin' for? Don't see people dressed like yer group at all."

The people in the nearby tables began whispering. Mickey was the furthest from the group but he was only able to hear snippets of conversations.

(Man) "Hey, you think those are those House Isekai freaks? The ones from the calamity?"

(Man 2) "They sure as hell don't belong here, that's for sure!"

(Man 3) "Worse, they could be spies for the seppies'!"

(Mickey) "Think we might got a problem..."

Duvalie was clearly getting impatient, and before she could open her mouth and start a bar brawl, Buck butted in.

(Buck) "Mercenaries. We work for money."

The bartender raised an eyebrow as he eyed them up and down. Finally shrugging, he dropped the question.

(Bartender) "Fair enough. We'll send a letter to let 'em know people have arrived to take care of the problem. Shouldn't be more than a day or so. Now, ya buying something or am I going to have ta' throw your asses out?"

(Duvalie) "Hmph. Thought bartenders were supposed to be friendly."

(Bartender) "And I thought customers were supposed to be paying."

Now Dutch decided to intervene.

(Dutch) "Apologies for the lady. She's got a temper on her. Surprise us."

(Bartender) "Can do. You got gold?"

Everyone looked at each other awkwardly.

(Romeo) "Oh you have got to be kidding..."

(Buck) "Think we can get this one on the house?"

(Bartender) "This isn't a charity. And you're mercenaries, right? Surely you got some gold on you to get all the equipment on yourselves."

This got more people talking, and it was clear some of them were getting riled up.

Raelyn could hear the conversation from outside, and saw some of the adults from earlier getting a closer look at him.

(Raelyn) "..."

Raelyn's visor picked up more signatures. Some of them were armed. He used one hand to knock on the doorframe, alerting Romeo and Mickey.

(Romeo) "Hey, Gunny. Think things are about to get real ugly."

One of the customers stood up from his table and shouted with an ale cup in hand.

(Man) "Come on, pay the damn drink and quit causing a scene! Mercs always got coin on them! You one of those damn offworlders?!"

(Man 2) "Nah, worse than one, he's a seppie!"

(Man 3) "WE DON'T WANT ANYMORE TO DO WITH YOU, KEEP YOUR SEPARATIST MOVEMENT OUT OF HERE!"

More and more people riled up, making the ODST's keep a finger on their triggers.

Duvalie kept her cool on the outside, ready to lash out if someone dared make a move.

Raelyn grabbed his Bolter and calmly held it in his hands, watching everyone suddenly stiffen up.

(Bartender) "...Well?"

(Woman's voice) "Sorry, sorry. We'll pay, they're with us."

Everyone suddenly turned to a girl who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, putting gold onto the table.

Duvalie made a noise that no one could decipher if it was a swear or a gasp.

Buck turned to the girl who had just saved them from a potential firefight.

[End Song]

(White-haired girl) "They just forgot to bring their gold with them...Again."

(Bartender) "Hmph. Aren't you a little young to be the boss of a mercenary team, kid?"

(White-haired girl) "Could say the same for the second Blade Breaker."

(Bartender) "Hah, got me there."

(Duvalie) "I...You...!?"

(White-haired girl) "If you wanna complain, do it later and not in front of customers. Gives us a bad rep."

(Buck) "...Thanks boss."

Everyone quickly played along.

As Raelyn was about to point the Bolter at everyone, two more people got in front of him, motioning to the left.

(Blue haired girl) "Hey, got our room. Quit standing around all scary-like."

(Orange haired boy) "Come on, it's this way!"

The orange haired boy winked at Raelyn, and having no better idea, he played along.

The blue haired girl looked at Fie and nodded.

The white haired girl slid the gold to the Bartender and sighed.

(White-haired girl) "We'll take it to go. Keep the change."

The white haired girl turned to the group and pointed at the blue haired girl.

(White-haired girl) "Follow her and don't cause a scene again."

Duvalie looked like she was about to scream when she saw the blue haired girl. Not wanting to deal with this mob, Buck shoved her along.

(Duvalie) "H-Hey, what the?!"

(Buck) "Shut the hell up and move it, the last thing we want to do is start a fight!"

The ODST's, Raelyn, and Duvalie followed the orange haired boy to what appeared to be a rented out building. Amazingly, Raelyn could actually fit through the door.

When everyone was situated, the blue haired girl put a device on the door and window, and with a little static noise, she nodded in satisfaction.

(Elliot) "Whew, man! Things looked SUPER bad there..."

(Laura) "Oh...It's you. That would explain how the townspeople became aggravated so quickly."

(Duvalie) "Believe me, you lot are doing the same to me...!"

(Elliot) "Wait...Duvalie?!"

(Romeo) "Jesus lady, just who DON'T you know?"

(Raelyn) "More friends like Rean, I presume?"

(Duvalie) "WE ARE NOT FRIENDS!"

(Buck) "Clearly. Anyways, thanks for pulling our asses out the fire. Where's that white haired one?"

The door opened, and she was carrying some mugs of ale in her hand.

(Fie) "...Hey."

She casually gave most of the group their mugs, leaving Duvalie without one.

(Duvalie) "...Really?"

(Fie) "Figured you didn't want one...Actually, we didn't figure you'd be here at all."

(Romeo) "That's great and all, but mind explaining just who you people are?"

(Elliot) "I'm Elliot! That's Fie and Laura, and we were part of the original House Isekai. Class VII, to be specific."

(Dutch) "And clearly you know Duvalie."

(Laura) "For better or worse..."

(Raelyn) "Seeing the situation we are in, I would rather not alienate the only help at talking to the locals here."

Despite the fact he had a helmet, she could feel a piercing gaze shoot straight through her.

(Buck) "Agreed. So, what brings people such as yourselves here?"

(Fie) "Hm. Long story short-..."

===

Doomguy's Base, 1 Day Earlier...

[Briefing Time - Trails of Cold Steel 3 OST]

(VEGA) "All attempts of establishing a secure line has failed. It appears something is blocking our ability to respond."

Doomguy frowned as he checked the screens. Nothing was damaged on anyone's end, yet he was only able to receive Sitri's distress call.

He said nothing as he turned to the teleporter. It appears someone was finally arriving.

(VEGA) "Signatures detected. Class VII members: Elliot, Laura, and Fie. Authorize access?"

Doomguy nodded as he put his helmet on, letting the three former House Isekai members materialize onto the pad.

The first one was Laura, quickly followed by Elliot and Fie. Elliot appeared to be staggered while the other two were barely fazed.

(Elliot) "Oh man, still not used to that!"

(Fie) "Doubt we ever will."

(Laura) "Instructor. It's been quite some time."

They turned their attention to Doomguy who gave them a nod.

(VEGA) "It is a pleasure to see you all well."

(Laura) "Likewise. I only wish the circumstances were better."

(Fie) "Tried contacting everyone else we could, but they were either busy or didn't respond at all, so for now we're all you're getting.

(Elliot) "We received a distress call from Sitri. Is everything alright in Fodlan?"

Doomguy shrugged and motioned for them to follow him out the room.

(VEGA) "A distress signal was sent out, and normally we would have been able to respond, but an unknown variable has been preventing us from doing so. However, we are still able to keep track of any movement via teleportation of former House Isekai members."

(Fie) "If it has the ability to block dimensional calling, that's pretty strong, whatever it is."

(Laura) "Has anyone else been able to respond this entire time?

(VEGA) "Yes. Rean Schwarzer, Towa Herschel, Satou Kazuma, and Aigis have been the only four to do so."

(Elliot) "That explains why we couldn't call Rean and Towa."

(Laura) "Aigis I can understand, but for Kazuma to show up? That surprises me."

(Fie) "Guessing you haven't been able to ask them what's going on either?"

(VEGA) "Your assumption is correct."

(Fie) "Guess that means we gotta get our hands dirty."

Fie checked her gunblades and stretched her arms.

(Laura) "Hopefully combat won't be necessary."

(Elliot) "Buuut that doesn't really seem possible, if I'm being honest. Trouble tends to follow us no matter where we go."

Doomguy checked his shotgun's ammo as he opened up the door to another teleportation chamber.

(VEGA) "We thank you for responding regardless, but we will ask if you may investigate this phenomenon on our behalf."

(Fie) "Sure. Things are pretty stable back home."

(Elliot) "So, if we're going into Fodlan, how are we going to keep in contact?"

(VEGA) "We are assuming there will be a total communications blackout. If you do not respond within a week in Fodlan's time, we will directly intervene."

(Laura) "All right then. Looks like our goals are to find former House Isekai members and find out what's going on."

(VEGA) "Affirmative."

(Fie) "Mission parameters established then. Let's begin."

(VEGA) "...Strange. There appears to be a teleportation to the Goneril territory."

(Elliot) "What's so weird about it?"

(VEGA) "It was not activated by Sothis, but rather the tower itself."

(Everyone) ?

(Laura) "But there is no one there. Right? Instructor Byleth made sure of that."

(Fie) "Guess that's another thing we gotta investigate. First let's head to where that teleportation took place.."

(Elliot) "That's Hilda's last name, isn't it?"

(VEGA) "Hilda Valentine Goneril. Unofficial retainer to Claude Von Riegan."

Doomguy stood behind a console and pressed several buttons and looked at the members of Class VII.

(Elliot) "So three things to do, got it! We'll see you soon!"

(VEGA) "Good luck, Class VII."

Doomguy gave them a thumbs up before he pulled the lever.

They were absorbed into a beam of light and were taken to the location VEGA reported...

...

===

(Buck) "So...that portal wasn't theirs?"

(Fie) "No. Something else pulled you here, and we came to find out why, among other things."

(Elliot) "On top of that, we have to find out specifically why you all were brought here. Our group didn't have much reason other than it being chance but yours it seems almost deliberate."

(Raelyn) "I fail to think of anything unique happening to where I'd be brought into a world like this."

(Dutch) "Same with us."

(Duvalie) "Agreed..."

(Laura) "Well, despite the unusual circumstances that has brought us here, the former members of House Isekai ask to join forces with your group."

(Raelyn) "No objections here."

(Romeo) "It's either work together or be stuck in this place forever, so we might as well."

(Mickey) "You got our support."

The ODST's and Raelyn turned to Duvalie.

She crossed her arms, barely able to keep her anger down.

(Buck) "How old are you, exactly?"

(Duvalie) "SHUT UP! FINE! FINE! WHATEVER, YAAY WE'RE BEST FRIENDS! NOW ENOUGH!"

(Elliot) "Hah...g-glad to see she hasn't...changed?"

(Raelyn) "There is nothing about her personality that I have seen thus far that you should be glad about, Elliot."

(Duvalie) "EXCUSE ME?!-"

[TO BE CONTINUED]

#House Isekai #House Isekai ARR #duvalie #raelyn amuto #buck #romeo #dutch #mickey

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tuntematonkorppi · 3 years

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Clarification: Part 1. But try not to spoil Seth's part near the end? I can;t remember if you wrote them simultaneously. He's such an adorable idiot and SOON THERE WILL BE KISSING . And I will squeak with happiness.

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

uuuuuuuuh that’s a good question. i just wanted Seth and Kate to end up together but i’m a sucker for healthy and equal relationships so i had to bring them there first before anything could actually happen between them.

2: What scene did you first put down?

already answered

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

already answered

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

already answered

5: What part was hardest to write?

already answered

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

i wrote 45k in like. a month and a half, with very few things to completely change, and with being proud of it almost from the get go. i also wrote it in one block at first, then cut it into parts. i usually write one shots or divide chapter by chapter as i write. and i experimented with different narration styles.

7: Where did the title come from?

the title (and every title for the rest of the series) is from this musical project by the caretaker, which aims to recreate the descent into dementia through sound and music. i listened to this album while writing part I-1 & 2 and part II-1

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

so as i mentionned in my reply to @myletternevercame, Kate’s depression in part II-1 was inspired by one of my own depressive episodes.

the line of dialogue i quoted in that same ask is actually something i’ve said to my best friend a couple years ago. we met through his ex, who was one of my friends at the time, and he was feeling guilty that we weren’t friends anymore after their break up. that’s when i told him to i had chosen him and that i would keep choosing him and that he had nothing to be guilty about.

(i know you said to talk only about part 1 of the series but Seth’s hatred of mojitos comes from my own hatred of making mojitos when i was a bartender.)

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

nope

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

because this story couldn’t have been told with another pairing? idk.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

okay not to toot my own horn or whatever that fucking weird saying is, but i consider this fic (along with ‘what does it matter how my heart breaks’) my best work. in this particular fic, i’m proud of how i managed to build fraternal bonds between Kate and Scott, Diego, Dorian, Miguel and Richie that are each unique and different from one another, but also of how i wrote Kate’s rebuilding of herself through different ways. but i think what i love most about these two fics (and i know you said just part 1, but still) is how they allowed me to play with the unreliable narration and the difference in perception of a same event by two people. Kate is going to see something one way and Seth is going to see it another way and the truth is somewhere in the middle. what Kate thinks Seth is thinking might not be what he is actually thinking and Seth is gonna interpret Kate’s actions when she actually doesn’t mean them that way and it’s really fun to play with that and to write that because you have to keep in mind what the other protagonist is actually going through rather than having them being just a prop in your character’s POV.

12: What do you like least about this fic?

so as i said, i consider this series my best work. however in the first part, i think i would develop some scenes more, but that’s maybe just because i wrote them longer in seth’s pov. overall i’m pretty pleased with how it turned out.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

alright so as i mentionned above, i listened to “everywhere at the end of time” by the caretaker for the first few chapters. then i have an entire playlist for this fic on spotify, which includes the movie ‘hostiles’ ost, the broadchurch ost, a lot of olafur arnalds in general and also johann johannsson.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

uuuuuuuuuuuuh i have no idea. i just write the shit that comes into my head and if people learn anything from it then great but idk what they could learn from this? y’all tell me.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

as said above, experimenting with unreliable narration was the best thing ever and it taught me to really consider every player of each scene as an entire person with their own thoughts and their own motivations rather than props who are just there to make my protagonist’s story advance.

i could literally rewrite this fic from Richie’s POV, or Diego’s, or Dorian’s, or Miguel’s, or even Kisa’s at this point.

thank you so muuuuuch!!!

Fanfic asks

#replies #tunte tries to be a writer #all-star-avocado

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niccoughlan · 3 years

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i was tagged by @rory-amy to spell out my username using song titles!

quit playing games with my heart - backstreet boys

under pressure - queen ft. david bowie

ivy - taylor swift

no body no crime - taylor swift

new york state of mind - billy joel

s&m - rihanna

faithfully - journey

all the good girls go to hell - billie eilish

bartender - lana del rey

ribs - lorde

alone - halsey

you’re the one that i want - grease ost

tagging anyone who sees this!

#tag games

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blu-screen · 4 years

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

repost, don’t reblog

basics !

FULL NAME. sans the skeleton PRONUNCIATION. sans the skel-e-ton NICKNAME. blu. nebula. roofdog. bonehead. smiley trash bag GENDER. male HEIGHT. 4′5″ in his ‘original’ sprite AGE. well over 300 but resets and memory problems cause issues here, mentally in his mid 30′s or so ZODIAC. cancer SPOKEN LANGUAGES. english, several programming languages, wingdings (monster dialect)

physical characteristics !

HAIR COLOR. bright red when he has it, almost unnaturally so EYE COLOR. generally white or pale blue BODY TYPE. short and stocky ACCENT. largely neutral with traces of northern british VOICE. deep and fairly even, waxing a touch lyrical often. generally sounds like he’s in on some joke no one else in the room has worked out, however this is sharply contrasted by the sheer bitter monotone that pops up when he’s coaxed into speaking seriously. DOMINANT HAND. left POSTURE. constant slouching, hands rarely leave pockets TATTOOS. small paper airplane etched on the back of his right scapula BIRTHMARKS. n/a MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). being a skeleton tends to stand out to most folks, for those more familiar with monsters his shortness tends to be the next item of note. bears a mild scar like ‘groove’ across his ribcage, as well as a tiny tail not seen on the majority of his alternates. the blaster form he most often takes is, of course, rather an entire recognizable feature in it’s own right..

childhood !

PLACE OF BIRTH. underground, kingdom of monsters, origin timeline unknown HOMETOWN. snowdin BIRTH WEIGHT. monsters like blu are less ‘born’ and more formed as SOULs that find the shape that best defines them over time. so basically nothing? BIRTH HEIGHT. same as above FIRST WORDS. ‘k SIBLINGS. one brother, papyrus, goes by ‘GREEN’, considers ‘dot’/alphys to be as good as his adopted sister at this point PARENTS. unknown, mostly forgotten, and likely all the better for it PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. unsupportive - to put it lightly.

adult life !

OCCUPATION. former guard and royal scientist turned multiversal errand boy, ‘freelance’ scientist and part time bartender CURRENT RESIDENCE. little between homes right now, spending a lot of time at base B1-H3D in starbound, and hiding out in animal crossing CLOSE FRIENDS. phthalo, dot, lex, bill, don, lee, rud, gigs RELATIONSHIP STATUS. various levels of involvement with various friends, highly and openly poly but lacking the confidence to seek any deeper commitment FINANCIAL STATUS. broke his gold cap while messing with his own code some time ago, technically has infinite gold but prefers not to go spreading that information around.. DRIVER’S LICENSE. nah, prefers teleportation CRIMINAL RECORD. nope. though he is guilty of morally dubious scientific practices, petty theft, murder and quite likely some form of arson VICES. alcohol, smoking, gambling, various clearly self destructive behaviors

sex and romance !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. grey-asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. andro-romantic/polyromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch | unsure PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. higher than he likes to let on, particularly given the complication of the missing specific attraction element TURN ONS. intimidation/fear, dominance, bondage, being bossed around but also partners who are a little easily flustered and willing to be bossed around (more dominant by nature than he trusts himself to let on, most of the time) TURN OFFS. as much as he enjoys the threat of pain, actual pain is almost always a nope out, that and being humiliated. LOVE LANGUAGE. absolutely a ‘gift giver’ type, also likes to make himself available to listen to the folks he cares about. tends to think he has little else to offer.. also tends to go from ‘don’t touch me!’ to being an absolute snugglebutt once he cares for someone enough, but sees this more as taking than giving himself. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. very cautious, in everything from assumption of involvement with someone, to attempting to initiate any form of intimacy. while poly he has a bad habit of checking out once someone else is involved due to self hatred and an assumption he’s never much of a permanent thing to anyone. but if someone can get past that? he’s an incredibly soft guy who’s willing to bend over backwards for the folks he cares about, even if this means breaking his general preference towards pacifism

miscellaneous !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. sans. (acoustic cover) - lenich and kirya lithium - nirvana the cold science of supremacy - wildstar online ost digital sea - thrice lost in time - celldweller memories lie - red vox duvet - boa terrible lie - nine inch nails *you can’t understand how this feels - COEURLAMARI a date with demise (it’s raining somewhere else remix) - insaneintherainmusic

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. gamejumping, code experimentation, making fireworks, multiverse mapping, pretending to be asleep so folks won’t ask him for anything for a bit, dissociating MENTAL ILLNESSES. while i write him with major depression and severe anxiety/active paranoia and ptsd on purpose, he also seems to show signs of bpd, possibly avpd, however i’m not willing to claim those explicitly without considerably more research so. work in progress there.. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. some kind of chronic pain? a combination of glitching code and the ramifications for the modifications to allow him to carry DT in his SOUL LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. left FEARS. abandonment, loss of control, death (outside of certain manically self destructive episodes), being trapped and/or experimented on (again) SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. as low as it gets. the kid beat him far too many times to have faith in his own abilities anymore, from where blu’s standing? he really is the weakest enemy in the game.. VULNERABILITIES. poor physical health, low hp, self destructive tagged by: @avangelical tagging: took so long i’m. p sure everyone’s done it by now? but feel free to nick it and tag me if you want!

#((out of lies - ooc))#((i finally did it!!))#((this was really fun too))#((please don't make me pick any less tunes for him though.. it's. not possible.))

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strykingback · 3 years

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@bambino-muses A Starter for you (For Willow From Jack Stryker) __________________________ OST: Manor of Snow Location: Schnee Manor Time: 8:00 PM

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The conversations of different people, praising Jacques for his victory and saying that a thief like Robyn did not deserve such a victory. Every supporter Jack was forced to talk to began to drive him up a wall to which the last one crossed the line when talking about Vacuo, to which he opted out of the conversation and decided to go somewhere quiet... away from all these supporters. Just taking a moment to think to himself before he looked around the manor needing a place that is quiet. After a few minutes of wandering Jack came across a lit room, a mini bar with one bartender there possibly someone who works here in the Schnee manor. Entering Jack bowed his softly as the Bartender nodded. “Whiskey on the rocks please.” Jack said as the Bartender got to work grabbing the Whiskey bottle and cup for said whiskey placing in some ice cubes in the glass as he poured some of the whiskey inside the glass. Approaching the human as he placed in front of him silently. “Thanks, how much do I owe ya?” Jack replied hearing a few footsteps coming this way as he sighed. “Damn it I cant even drink in peace?”

#bambino-muses #[No Grave Can't Hold a Stryker- Jack]

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kdrama review: hotel del luna

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Series: hotel del luna Episodes: 16 Genres: urban fantasy/supernatural, romance, horror, comedy Spoilers in the Review: first episode; mild ones for the “support characters: man wol’s past” If You Like, You’ll Like: goblin, gender flipped beauty & the beast, master’s sun, chicago typewriter, being human, bleach, moon lovers: scarlet heart ryeo, #fashion, reincarnation, ghosts!!!, some lowkey crouching tiger hidden dragon vibes in the flashbacks

Rank: 9.5/10

“to let go is harder than holding on”

Premise

GHOST HOTEL! WITH A CURSE

1,300 years ago, jang man wol was punished for A Grave Sin by ma go shin (god). to atone, she’s made the owner of Hotel Del Luna, a hotel for ghosts that helps them relax/prepare before they depart for the afterlife. her soul’s sealed up in The Metaphor Tree that doesn’t bloom flowers or leaves as a Metaphor for Time Standing Still.

one night, a man who’s still alive (gu hyun mo) stumbles into the hotel. in exchange for his life, man wol tells him his young son (gu chan sung) needs to come work for her hotel in 20 years. hyun mo agrees because he doesn’t want his son to grow up alone. #Sad.

20 years later, a now adult chan sung returns to korea after attending university in the united states. man wol finds him and gives him the ability to see and touch ghosts. He Does Not Like This. she also buys him fancy shoes. He Does Not Like This Even More. eventually, he ends up as the manager for Hotel Del Luna, helping ghosts cross over comfortably into the afterlife.

but as soon as he shows up, The Metaphor Tree starts blooming flowers............

Main Characters.

jang man wol

bandit thief turned fashionista. she’s a material girl living in a-

-transcendental state between life and death as her own personal hell. and also hospitality services. she’s the owner of the hotel, and the years have made her cold and greedy. champagne for her real friends and real pain for the sham friends. she’s spent the last 1,300 years waiting to confront the spirit of The Man Who Wronged Her, so she can disappear forever. in the meantime, she’s entertained herself by being a foodie, collecting the most fabulous outfits you’ll ever see, and buying people tiger print suits.

gu chan sung

our disney princess leading man. initially the living embodiment of I Want To Go Home, chan sung eventually takes to his position seriously and is the resident Token Good Teammate. after he gets to know man wol and the ghosts employed at the hotel, he takes it upon himself to make them better people as well as introducing man wol to Budgeting and Balancing a Checkbook. harvard man, people keep trying to give him flowers and marry him off.

Support characters: Hotel Del Luna

ji hyun joong

a ghost who died during the korean war and serves as bell hop/front desk as he waits for his younger sister to die so they can go to the afterlife together. omg he will melt your heart. daisies will grow around you when he smiles and wrinkles his nose. i stan. Does His Best. Giver Of Many Hugs. stay in school.

choi seo hee

a ghost who died 200 years ago and is waiting for a chaebol/rich business family line to die out before she moves on to the afterlife for Reasons. serves as the rooms manager and has Strict Mom Energy but will laugh at silly outfits. always looks low-key disappointed that someone’s not using a coaster.

kim seon bin

a scholar who ranked #1 in the state exam and died 500 years ago. he’s a bartender now. he likes to make cocktails that look straight up like kool-aid from concentrate. likes pretentious theme naming, does not care much for harvard.

Support characters: Living world

sanchez

chan sung’s friend from when he attended harvard and current roommate. he owns a pizza restaurant and is an adorable nerd. comes from a Family of Means. attends yacht club. does not care for PDA.

kim yu na

a high schooler who serves as an intern at the hotel del luna. you get nothing more from me because spoilers.

Support characters: Man Wol’s past

go chung myung

captain of the guard and a Very Handsome Young Man. man wol’s first love who enjoys day drinking and accessories.

yeon wu

tied with ji hyun joong for most sunshine daisy smile. his mother took man wol in when she was a Sad Orphan Child, and he is man wol’s only family/the person she loves the most. her, yeon wu, and go chung myung have some Power Trio and Forever Friends energy

princess song hwa

we don’t like her for awhile.

Support characters: Deities

ma go shin

actually god and masks her shit stirring as Grandmotherly Concern.

grim reaper

v. v. srs. he stands with his hands folded behind his back a lot and has absurdly good posture. escorts spirits to the afterlife and if you were really good he provides primo limo service. hangs out at hotel del luna’s bar a lot and scares the shit out of people on the regular

Drawbacks.

it stalled a bit in the middle which is why i couldn’t give it the full 10/10

Reasons to Watch.

legit my favorite kdrama OST (sorry goblin u got The Bump)

you’ll cry a lot lmao

Many Fabulous Outfits

i really like the love stories ;; chan sung is legit a sweet dude and that’s not super common in kdramas

LOVED THE ROLE REVERSAL. the majority of kdrama have the immortal being/cocky business person as a dude with an Earnest Young Woman. this flips the script and it makes the drama stand out all the more for it

a lot of really fun cameos including a brief #MoonLovers reunion

Final Thoughts.

#hotel del luna #IU #lee ji eun #yeo gin goo #pyo jihoon #kdrama #gizka does kdrama

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