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daebakinc · 3 years

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Ghost

Pairing: Sunggyu x Reader (G) Prompt: Ghost Word Count: 1.4K

~Admin V

You used to think of yourself as being good at math. In high school you were asked to tutor students before exams. You even got to skip finals because your average was above 90%. But now you were in university and you found out you were not good at math.

Maybe it was that you didn’t have class everyday like in high school or that you were expected to read the math textbook on your own and understand it. Whatever the case, where you used to bring home As you were now getting Cs, and that was only because you turned in homework and participated. When the homework was returned to you, it was full of mistakes and marked up.

You didn’t have any friends in class, so you couldn’t have a study buddy. It was also unfortunate that tutoring times were during your class and work schedule. You just hoped you’d be able to retain enough formulas to help you pass the final so you would never have to take math again.

You sat in your dorm’s common room with your book open, half hoping someone would see your pathetic attempt at studying and come save you. No one did.

You’d erased the problem you were working on so many times, that as your eraser skidded across the paper this round, it ripped it. Out of anger you balled up the paper and threw it at the wall.

A shower. That would give you some reprieve from this hideousness. Maybe after you would have a clearer mind. You left your book with notebook inside on the table. If someone wanted to steal it, at least you’d have an excuse for not doing it.

You took extra time, washing your hair, exfoliating, just standing under the hot water, anything to delay the inevitable.

You dragged your feet back to your room and put on pjs before going back to the common room. You took a deep breath to brace yourself for what would take you the next few hours.

When you opened your book, you were confused. On your notebook were all the problems set up. Then, the problems were mostly solved out. All that was missing was the final step and the answer.

You looked around. Who helped you? You looked at your notebook again. Whoever helped you was very smart. They broke down the problems in more steps than what the professor showed you. It made it so much easier to solve. You were able to complete the homework in no time.

“Thank you!” you called out when you finished. You skipped happily back to your room. You’d actually be able to get some sleep tonight.

The next week, math went smoother because you were able to use the new breakdown to solve the new problems given. The following week was a different story, however. Once again, your professor expected you to read and understand the textbook to know how to solve these new equations and memorize the different formulas.

You found yourself once again in the common room, waiting for someone to help, or at least the person who helped you last time to reveal themselves. No one came.

You sighed. You closed up your book and notebook and left them on the table again. You needed a break, so walked back to your room to make some ramen. Maybe food would help you focus and think.

Again, you took your time to savor every noodle. You even sipped the broth slowly. Too soon it was time to go back to your math homework.

You groaned as you sat down on the lumpy sofa. You opened up all your books ready to work. You gasped. Someone helped you once more! The formulas were written down clearer and equations broken down more simply. You just needed to finish solving them like last time.

This time when you finished, you took a leaf of paper from your note book and left a note on the table. Thank you, Mystery Math Wiz!

The next day you walked in the common room to see if anyone responded to your note. Unhelpfully, there were a few responses. You’re welcome. No problem, my good bitch. Fuck math. There were also a few uncreative penis drawings. You threw out the note then decided to try something different later that night.

After midnight you went back with your math book and notebook. You left them closed as you had previously then went back to you room and slept for the night. When you woke the next morning, you hurried to your math book. You pulled out your notebook and sat on the lumpy couch.

First on the note was the message you left:

Dear Mystery Math Wiz,

Thank you for helping me with the math homework. Do you like cookies? Tell me your favorite and I’ll make you some to return the favor!

Then, to your happy surprise, there was a response.

Dear Mathematically Impaired,

I just couldn’t take the torture of watching you countlessly butcher equation after equation. I don’t eat. Just leave your supplies next time you need help.

It wasn’t in the realm of what you expected. Couldn’t take the torture of watching you . . . Where were they watching you? It was normally empty in the commons when you did the homework. Now you were a little creeped out. And then the, I don’t eat. Everyone eats. Maybe they just meant no cookies. You didn’t dwell on it too long. Regardless of the strange response, they had helped you with the impossible. And at least they didn’t draw a penis.

A couple more weeks passed. You left your books in the common room with your notebook as suggested. You left another note as well. After working on art history homework you came out to see if MMW had been to help.

Success! They organized how to do the new assignments. You looked at the note you left.

Math Wiz,

I am infinitely grateful for your math help. Is there anything I can do to repay you? We have a big test coming up. Would you be open to meeting in person for some tutoring? I’m okay with meeting late since that seems to be when you have time.

The Response:

Math Impaired,

Really, just seeing the math done correctly is thanks enough. I don’t think meeting will be possible. Just leave tabs and circle the things you need help with. Think of it as me studying with you in spirit.

The notes and math help continued for the rest of the semester. All that was left now was the final exam. Because of the Mystery Math Wiz, you actually felt prepared.

You sat in the common room writing a farewell note to them.

Math Wiz,

The final is tomorrow. Wish me luck! Thanks to you I think I actually stand a change of pulling a decent grade. It’s funny though. I’m happy math is ending, but I’m sad I won’t have this fun communication with you anymore. Are you sure you can’t meet up? I’d like to think we could be great friends. . .

“Hi, are you okay?”

You looked up mid-sentence. A very handsome, but very pale guy stood in front of you. He had a kind of charm, despite his out of fashion clothes.

You closed your notebook. “Uh, hi. Yeah, I’m okay?”

The guy chuckled at your confusion. “Sorry. You just looked sad.” He sat down in the chair next to the couch.

“Ah. I guess I am. I’m sort of writing a goodbye letter.”

He looked at you curiously then looked at your math book. “A sad goodbye letter to math?” He smiled.

You smiled back. “No, that is a happy goodbye. There’s a friend who helped me study, but now that math is ending I don’t think we’ll be in contact anymore.”

“Ah. Well I’m sure it’s nothing to do with you. School life can be busy.”

You crinkled your forehead. “I guess. I just really wanted to show them how thankful I am. They were a real life saver. I just know we would’ve been great friends, if they’d given it a shot.”

“Maybe you would’ve if things were different.”

How vague. “Who did you say you were again?”

He smiled again. “I’m Sunggyu.”

You returned his grin and introduced yourself.

“Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I’m sure your Mystery Math Wiz knows how much you appreciated the help. You don’t seem too mathematically impaired anymore.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Sunggyu nodded and got up.

“Hey,” you called after him. “Maybe I’ll see you around?”

He turned and smiled once more. “Not likely.”

That threw you. You looked back to your notebook. What an odd response. But . . . did he say Mystery Math Wiz? Was he . . .

“Sunggyu!” You looked at where he just stood, but no one was there.

#31 Days of Halloween #sunggyu #infinite #kim sunggyu #sunggyu scenarios #infinite scenarios #sunggyu fics #infinite fics #kpop scenarios

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 3 years

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Let’s talk: Taehyung’s Birthday Bangtan B*mb

by Admin 1

With a delay of a little over a month we’ve finally gotten a short Bangtan B*mb of Taehyung’s birthday, or rather him getting his birthday cake and on-camera congratulations from the members. Just like with Seokjin’s birthday, Hoseok was one of the cake fairies once again, together with Seokjin, actually.

Interestingly enough, despite always getting strawberry cakes in previous years, and also having one of those during his birthday vlive, in the BB Taehyung actually got what seems to be a blueberry cake in a pretty shade of purple decorated with little blueberries and mint leafs. Struggling just a little, Seokjin and Hoseok stuck red letter candles into the cake, a scene that included Hoseok misspelling you as yuo which Seokjin promptly teased him about.

After fixing the tiny mistake they made their way over to where Taehyung and the other members are, Seokjin whining just a little about how far it is and how the cake is heavy, something he continues to do for a good portion of the video, even joking about how he’s 30 and his arms will fall off.

When they enter the artist lounge and start singing, Taehyung looks really surprised, his eyes getting big and a smile appearing on his face as he takes in what’s happening, Jimin and Jungkook getting up from the sofa they sat on opposite to Taehyung to join in as well. Hoseok pops some kind of firecrackers (it seems like Jimin might’ve also gotten some from one of their staff but I’m not quite sure) which cover Taehyung in colorful strings (and later whines about how messy they are and how hard it is to clean them up again).

Can we talk about how cute it is that Jimin reminds Taehyung that he should make a wish, even though at that moment Taehyung already blew out the candles and closed his eyes to do so, just like he’s done in previous years? Jimin protector of Taehyung’s birthday wishes. Also, while Seokjin whines about his arms, one of the candles goes out which Jimin is quick to turn into one of Taehyung’s wishes already having come true. Absolutely adorable.

Afterward Jimin wishes Taehyung a happy birthday while calling him his chingu, something they’ve done much more ever since Friends was released, if I remember correctly, or perhaps I never noticed it before. It almost seems like the word has grown to hold some kind of deeper meaning between them than just its actual meaning, so same age friend. It makes Taehyung smile though it’s interesting to note how, though they briefly hold/shake hands, Taehyung barely even looks at Jimin as though a little shy or something?

Either way, afterward Seokjin asks Taehyung to use his present well, which Taehyung explains as Seokjin having given him ‘allowance money’ as gift, Jungkook meanwhile commenting in the background how he should use it to eat something tasty. Taehyung says thank you and they, too, shake hands though now as I watch it again and write this, Taehyung also doesn’t really look at Seokjin as they do so, so perhaps the moment with Jimin wasn’t anything out of the ordinary after all.

Finally Taehyung declares that he will work hard during rehearsals (for what I assume was the BH New Years Eve event) and says thank you once again to the camera.

There’s a cut and we see Namjoon who get’s told by Seokjin from somewhere off screen that he should congratulate Taehyung. Which he does, commenting how he missed the moment when the members brought in the cake since he was in the bathroom. Namjoon muses how now that it’s Taehyung’s birthday, it really feels like the years is coming to an end and how he hopes everyone will be happy on his birthday.

Lastly, can we talk about how Taehyung turns so shy and perhaps a tiny bit awkward when all attention is on him? Like when the members come in and start singing, he looks like he isn’t even quite sure how to react at first, which is honestly so cute and relatable. It’s also a little ironic since he’s an idol seven and a half years into his career and you’d think at this point he’d be used to having so much attention on him, all day every day, and he’s also a social butterfly (or used to be), and yet as all the members and cameras focus on his reaction, he gets all shy. It’s a great reminder that BTS are all human after all, that despite being the biggest band in the world right now, they are also just guys in their twenties who get shy and a little awkward at times just like everyone else.

#Taehyung #BTS #Taehyung's birthday video #bangtan sonyeondan #Hoseok #Seokjin #Namjoon #Jimin #Jungkook #this was very cute

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bluebellhairpin · 3 years

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Haikyuu Headcanons - Playing Among Us

A/N: This isn’t a fic - per say - but simply an idea I had thanks to a certain Discord server where we were talking about AoT characters playing, and I thought ‘oyaaaa, how would these guys play?’. So here we are. - Nemo

Listening to: ‘Little Solider’ by Lily Allen - ‘We could be family, you’ll be comfortable. Ever expanding, fully functional.’

Masterlist

okay,,,, first things first - this was all Kuroo’s idea and it escalated from there.

Kenma was playing with Hinata and Kuroo, and then Kuroo decided to invite Bokuto and Tsuki, and then Yamaguchi came, and because Kuroo invited others Hinata brought in Tanaka and Nishinoya, and then Asahi joined, and somehow Oikawa joined too.

Ever since then, as a collective, they’ve take turns to play together because you know - only ten players at once.

The one time Ushijima joined when Oikawa was on, Ushijima was the imposter every. single. game. and always stalked Oikawa around the ships until he decided to kill him.

When Oikawa’s body was found, the first thing Ushijima would always say was - “He should have come to Shiratorizawa’ - even if (somehow) a different imposter got him so everyone knows it was Ushijima.

So after that, whenever Ushijima joined the games and Oikawa was on too, Oikawa would just always leave the game.

If Oikawa doesn’t, it’s because he’s the imposter and he straight up kills Ushijima no matter if anyone sees.

petty pretty boys

No matter what happens, Tsukishima always acts sus when he’s a crewmate, and he’s never suspected for being an imposter when he actually is one.

and Hinata is literally never the imposter - like the game must glitch or something because there’s no other reason why that would happen

He even wants to be the imposter so bad and he never is.

His colour is also always orange with that leaf hat. He thinks it’s cute, and Kageyama uses it as a excuse to keep calling him a tangerine.

They used to use Discord to chat during meetings and in the waiting room ,,, but it got veeerrryyy loud.

Once Kenma, Suga, and Yamaguchi were the imposters and it took twenty minuets for the game to end (them winning) because they timed it all out so well, and no one guessed them a t a l l

The skipped voting was unimaginable.

And thus the chat b LEW UP AND ALL YOU COULD HEAR THOUGH THE HEADSETS WERE THIS DEMONIC STATIC OF EVERYONE TALKING/YELLING AT ONCE

“- BRUH KENMA YOU LITERALLY KILLED ME-” (Kuroo)

“- I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY DID IT AGAIN -” (Hinata)

“- THEY WORK SO WELL SOMEONE STOP THEM -” (Noya)

“- Avenge me better next time, losers -” (Tsukishima)

“- OH MY GOD I WAS SHAKING -” (Bokuto)

“- EH YOU Guys just all suck -” (Oikawa)

“- Shut up Shitty-Kawa, you died first -” (Iwaizumi)

“- Yu-eah and YOU died SECOND -” (Oikawa)

It wasn’t a great experience for any of them - having their eardrums burst thanks to seven-ish teenage boys screaming about murder.

And then Bokuto never remember to turn his mic off while doing tasks and no one mentioned anything until he was killed the first time.

It was too funny to hear him yelling profanities at the admin swipe card and try to remember the code to start the reactor. He also sang/hummed when he was going between tasks, which wasn’t too bad either.

anYWAY -

Kuroo is always red, Bokuto is white, (Hinata is orange), Oikawa always get’s stuck as pink, whenever Daichi plays he steals dark blue from Yamaguchi, and when Yachi is persuaded to join the heathens boys she’s yellow. They save it just for her because they know she likes being yellow.

Yachi’s special.

Akaashi never talks. Even in the messenger. But if he votes for someone he’s right. Always. It’s his sixth sense.

And Kageyama is actually really good. He get’s his tasks done freakishly fast, but then loiters around the cafeteria. He never knows what to do after and ends up dying because the imposters know he’ll always be there.

Kenma is similar, but goes to security and watches the cameras. He likes being useful :)

Daichi, Kuroo, and Terushima (yeas, he did join as a one-night special) is also a deadly trio - they were really good. Very efficient.

But if they tone it down and have only one imposter among the ten of them, the person to watch is 100% Sugawara.

He is ruthless, cunning, and he has the innocent look perfected to a fault. He’s won every time he’s the only imposter, and they’re low-key betting among themselves how long it will last.

Suga is closely followed by Tsukishima, and then Kenma (the latter because he’s always so quiet and reserved anyway).

But if you ever played with them?

Pray.

#haikyuu headcanons #karasuno headcanons #nekoma headcanons #aoba johsai headcanons #shiratorizawa headcanons #among us headcanons

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leviskokoro · 4 years

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♜➳ danger.

➳ ♡ when mysterious murders start to happen left and right, the crew has to figure out who the culprit is among them.

➳ ♡ among us! au

➳ ♡ warnings for death, gore, yandere behaviour

➳ ♡ yandere! rook hunt x mc

When Kalim barged into the Medbay where she was stationed, looking as though he had seen a ghost, Mari immediately knew that something truly terrible had happened. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders to give him some semblance of comfort. Her index finger pressed a button on her collar that would make her helmet tuck away into her suit, revealing her face that was riddled with worry and concern.

“Kalim, take deep breaths.” Her voice was gentle, as if she believed that talking any louder would frighten him even more. He followed her instruction, his breaths were heavy as he exhaled. “Good. Now, tell me what happened.”

“Ri-Riddle… He—” His body trembled like a leaf. His voice cracked, struggling to get all the words out. He swallowed thickly. “I found his body in A-Admin and-and—” Tears fell from his eyes, dripping onto her pink suit. He held onto her for dear life. His grip was so tight that it was nearly suffocating.

She didn’t need him to say more, getting what happened from the state of the boy. Her lips were pursed and she glanced at the holographic map on her desk.

Giving a shaky sigh, she turned to him.

“Let’s go have a meeting.”

Everyone sat around the table. The tension was so thick that you could slice it in half. The atmosphere was heavy and the air was harder to breathe in than normal. Nobody said a thing, not sure what to say in this situation. None of them expected for this to happen. That was, until Jack spoke up.

“... There are only nine of us in HQ with no way out.”

“That means that there’s a traitor among us,” Azul said, pushing up his glasses. His expression was unreadable.

Rook turned to Kalim, who had still not let go of Mari. “Roi d’or, did you happen to see anyone on your way to Medbay?” He asked, deciding to interrogate the boy.

“I was panicking too much so I couldn’t see anything. My body just moved on its own,” He answered.

“It seems awfully convenient for the killer that you just happened to not see anyone on the way to Medbay.” Epel narrowed his eyes at him.

Mari raised her hands. “Before we get to accusing anyone, we should gather more info on what happened. I should take a look at the body and search for possible clues as to who did it.”

“Très bien, petit ange! One must always have all the facts before making a decision so hastily,” Rook praised her, smiling his usual charismatic smile.

“Alright. All of us will search for any clues as to who did this and later we can meet up again to discuss our findings,” Vil spoke, still managing to keep his composure throughout this meeting.

Everyone else seemed to agree and got up to start their search.

Nearly everyone had gone to Admin to check the crime scene. The only ones that stayed behind were Idia and Kalim. The room was filled with a distinctly rotten scent, one that made it absolutely certain that someone had died in there. And there laid the strict redheaded boy that they knew, his skin pale and eyes lifeless.

Mari put her gloves back on and kneeled down, inspecting the body further. Her chocolate brown eyes narrowed, scanning the corpse for any hints as to how he died. It didn’t seem to be decomposing yet, so it’s gotta be quite fresh. The murder must’ve happened less than 12 hours ago. And yet, there didn’t seem to be a single bloodstain. She hummed to herself as she thought.

“I’m going to need someone to bring him back to Medbay,” she finally spoke up. Her voice was heavy, trying her best to stay calm despite seeing the corpse of one of her friends and colleagues. “There isn’t much info to gather from his body just like this.”

“I can carry him,” Jack volunteered.

Their medic looked up at him and gave him a smile. A forced one full of sorrow, but a smile nonetheless. “Thank you, Jack.”

But before he could reach for the body, they heard a blood-curdling screech.

Everyone stood up in alarm, then rushed over to the source of the screech. Upon reaching the cafeteria, they found Idia looking even paler than usual. “K-Kalim… He-- He died… I found him in the hallway near his room,” he stuttered.

“Now that’s strange. All of us were in Admin, searching for clues. You and Kalim were the only ones that didn’t go with us.” Vil narrowed his eyes at him in suspicion.

“ARE YOU ACCUSING ME?!” He exclaimed, eyes widened.

“No one else could’ve done it if everyone else was in Admin,” Jack spoke up.

“That’s it. We’re ejecting you.” Leona glared before he grabbed him, dragging him towards the chute.

“Wait! Isn’t this a bit extreme?!” Mari cried out, feeling pity for their resident shut-in who was screaming and kicking but to no avail.

“If we keep him with us, he’s just going to kill off more people,” He told her. He looked up at the rest. “Is anyone else in agreement?”

“It’d be too dangerous for someone like him to stay. I wouldn’t want him to harm the beautés of Mira HQ,” Rook agreed with him, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close to him and giving Idia a glare.

The others agreed simultaneously, nodding. They didn’t seem to be too bothered by this. And soon after, he was dropped from their Headquarters, falling to his death.

Everyone thought that was the end of things and went back to work to the best of their abilities despite having lost three crewmates. The bodies were cleaned up and Mari decided to have the bodies scanned further, just to be safe. Unfortunately, she could only do it on one body at a time and it takes a few hours to complete. So as she waited, she sat down on the bridge between launch and medbay. The glass below her displayed the puffy white clouds as well as the vast blue sky.

“You seem to be lost in thought, petit ange.” A voice whispered from behind her, his breath hitting her ear.

She jumped. “Gah! Rook, don’t scare me like that!” She cried out.

The tall blond chuckled. “I apologize, chère colombe. My footsteps tend to be quite silent.”

Mari nodded, deciding that it wasn’t worth being too mad over. She turned back to the glass bridge she was sitting on, watching the clouds drift away. It looked so peaceful despite the events that had taken place. She sighed.

“My stomach still feels like it’s churning. I’m not sure if the traitor was really taken care of. It feels like something terrible is going to happen,” she told him. Her breath was shaky, finding it difficult to breathe.

As he listened to her, he rubbed soothing circles into her back and pulled her close to him so that her head was against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat lulling her to sleep. “I understand how you feel, but Roi de Ta Chambre was the only one with Roi d’Or. Everything will be fine from now on, mon cher.”

The medic nodded. “Yeah… I guess you’re probably right. My anxiety is probably just being a bitch again.”

They were oh so clueless of the horrors that would await them.

One after another, their bodies dropped like flies. Each body that Mari had to scan had completely different causes of death that made it difficult to determine who it was. And each time she told the others her findings, they’d eject whoever was most suspicious at the time. They ejected Vil because she found traces of poison in Riddle’s stomach, then ejected Leona when they found claw marks on Azul. This continued until there were only two people left.

Mari watched in complete horror as Rook approached her. She backed away from him. In her mind, she knew that it was impossible to run from a hunter with decades of experience. Her desk hit her butt lightly and his hands placed themselves on each of her sides, trapping her.

“W-Why…? They were all your friends, Rook!” She sobbed, trembling like a leaf.

His fern green eyes glinted in the light and the only expression he’s worn was a mirthful smile. He chuckled, the noise causing her heart to drop to her stomach.

“Why, you ask? We were all competing for your love, chère colombe, and I was determined to win.”

Her eyes widened. “Wh-What?”

“I wasn’t the only one to have committed those murders, mon cher. Several of us were trying to eliminate everyone else. I merely used them against each other to win,” he told her. She then realized why it had been so difficult to figure out the traitor.

His hand reached up and caressed her hair. He gave a dreamy sigh.

“Oh how I’ve wanted to be the only one in your life for so long. Even your betrayed expression is such a beauty to behold. And now, it’s all mine.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twst #rook hunt #yandere twisted wonderland

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bro-im-looking · 4 years

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About the Minecraft AU, what are their favorite things to do on Minecraft? Does anyone outside the archival staff join them on the server sometimes? Also, thank you so much for this AU because now my friend and I have been making our own headcannons about it and it's fun as hell.

Thank you so much! Feel free to send me your personal headcanons if you want (I’d love them)

Favorite things to do-

Tim: Likes to a little bit of everything. He’s a big fan of expanding villages especially, and using them to mass produce useful items like book of enchanting and stuff.

Jon: Hes not really good enough at Minecraft to have a niche really. He likes adventuring though, once he figures out how to actually play (this takes a lot longer than you’d think he’s awful at video games). He also enjoys making pride flag banners.

Martin: he has a small cute farm. Nothings automated because he enjoys the process of taking care of animals and harvesting crops. he loves planting flowers and has a significant number of hostile mobs trapped in boats in the basement of his little house.

Sasha: absolute god at Redstone. Think MumboJumbo levels of sheer mastery. Also loves making mod packs!

Daisy: she’s objectively awful at Minecraft. She likes to go around and fight everything. She’s That Guy who has 200 wolves following them and lagging the server at all times.

Basira: is more of a creative fan, but she plays survival with the others anyways. When playing in creative she loves making huge impressive megabuilds, like entire cities and shit. She uploads custom maps online and has a small fanbase because of their high quality and detail.

Melanie: likes to set up exp grinders and stuff for helping enchanting. She also really enjoys building traps but she pretty much exclusively fucks with jon because he’s really easily tricked into even the most basic traps.

Georgie: she’s there too lmao. Her favorite thing to do is hang out in woodland mansions and kill the pillagers there.

“Elias”: he hosts the serve and uses his admin powers to subtly fuck with everyone. He keeps trying to keep jon op god armor and tnt but jon doesn’t understand it so nothing comes of it.

Actual Elias: That Guy that puts up signs that says shit like “if you read this your gay”. He built a giant weed leaf out of concrete and stained glass in the middle of tims village and everyone just has to deal with it

Peter: hes Very Upset about the ocean update because the oceans are no longer empty. He lives in the end now but he’s really shit at it and falls off the islands all the time.

If I’m forgetting someone I’m sorry i just consumed an inhuman amount of caffeine

Also ! The other avatars, entities, and a few other characters do join the server sometimes. Michael and Helen actually have a complex mine underneath the ground at diamond level that’s literally impossible to navigate. Nikola joined and tried to troll the server but tim blew her up (destroying part of his village in the process 😔) before Elias banned her.

Whew that’s a lot. I love to ramble.

#tma #ask #minecraft au #magnus archives

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scenariosofkonoha · 5 years

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ehy! some headcanons with kiba? your choice! thank you💕

Hello Clippers! Really anything I want?? *blushes* Well… it��s not a usual topic I suppose. I took somethings that had been rattling around in my head about what Kiba experiences when it comes to his nose. I hope that is okay, if it isn’t I’ll totally fix something else up for you. But I really hope you like it, it was a new and fun experience! ~ Admin Little Lace 🎀

Kiba Scent Headcanons

The nose of an Inuzuka clan member is as much as blessing as it is a curse. It is wonderful to be able to locate an enemy nin from 100 yards away and all. But it wasn’t wonderful to continuously ‘experience’ someone’s body odor.

From a young age Kiba was taught to center his chakra better so not to be exposed to every scent under the sun. The process of stopping the flow of chakra to his nose is tedious. His efforts never seeming to remove the overwhelming torrent of smells completely. The young Inuzuka often become frustrated.

Sensing his frustration his mother and her companion to to help his training.

“Each scent is different,” Kuromaru’s deep voice rumbled. “Each distinct in its own way,”“The ‘smell’ of something is made up of different scents,” his mother added. Her brash manner softer as she explained. “Don’t think of it as something huge. Break the smell down into individual scents.”

With their advice in mind, little Kiba discovers the full scale of the ability. Odors that once consumed him invited him into soft and strong notes that created them.

If dinner were cooking he could smell the the different vegetables boiling. The aroma of chicken stock and the twinge of char from the meat being over done.

People, in his opinion, were by far the most interesting. Everyone was comprised of so many different scents, he could get lost in them. They are hard to distinguish at first. All of them muddled together. He had never given it much thought before, but people came into contact with so many different scents throughout the day.

It isn’t until he is paired with Akamaru that he is ale to identify the myriad of fragrances within the Leaf.

“Blood,” Akamaru remarked from on top of his head. Kiba tilted his head, as if to look up the pup“Huh?”“Over there,” the youngest Inuzuka felt a paw knead into the right side of his head. Following the feeling, he saw a group of shinobi walking into the village gates. Taking short inhales through his nose the smell grew stronger. A metallic scent, copper kinda, but warm like meat Soon Akamaru wouldn’t have to point it out. A mental note of ninja smelling of blood files away in the boy’s head.

As the partner’s bond, they begin to classify familiar scents. Food is always easy, the aroma of each memorable but they start to recognize the smell of certain medicinal herds, ash of a detonated paper bomb, and various types of woods and metals.

Soon it becomes a game for the partners, the boy and the ninken challenging one another to spot the source of their new discoveries. Seeing this Hana shares wisdom with her brother.

“You can tell a lot about a person from the way they smell.” the older girl tells her juniors one day. “What they do, who their friends are, who they consider an enemy. Even, at times, insecurities and their inner most feelings. Most don’t think about it, worrying only if they stink or not. Because of this, it is a good way to learn about them.”“How do you do that?” Kiba asked skeptically.“Take all the little things, understand the scents and where they come from. Soon it will give you clues, creating a story. Being able to decipher the clues, building the story, is a sign of a good tracker.”

Between Akamaru’s skill of scent isolation and Kiba’s recall, the pair test out the theory. With each person they encounter they register their scent committing each detail to memory.

It is an easy start at first. The Inuzuka share a familial scent. Most clan members share the scent of their companions. An earthy mix of musk and sunshine. But his immediate family have minor differences.

His sister was a hive of small ‘clues’. Being a vet, she often smelled of other ninken, though not as strong as that of her three partners. But each smell was muted under a cover of salve and disinfectant. His mother’s was note as tame, hers was a loud as she was. The smell of Kuromaru only tainted with the coating of blood and metal.

Those had been simple to spot he knew them. His new team members however were all together different. They were not prominent. Hinata’s only barely registering unless he was close to her. Most girl’s in his class smelt of flowers, she was no different. But the Hyuga’s didn’t feel quite right. Her smell seemed trapped like a house with no windows. Kiba would liken it to flowers pressed inside of the pages of an old dusty book. It makes him uncomfortable and a little sad, bring him to invite her out more often.

What he couldn’t figure out though is why she would sometimes smell like ramen…

Shino owned a scent that was oddly neutral. If he weren’t actively looking for him, he won’t notice it. Sometimes he misses it even when he is looking for him.

Akamaru thinks the insect harboring nin smells like herbs and grass. A soft woodsy air like he is outside all the time. After a while, Kiba can tell where his peer has been by what kind of woods he reeks of. If it is of a cleaner sort, he has been by the cliffs. A deeper more earth tone? He has been by the village gate.

Kurenai is different than most woman in Konoha, in that she doesn’t smell like flowers at all. His sensei is like a breeze of air on a rainy day. The clean sense owning an under current of something headier. Sandalwood perhaps? The two mingled in a ashen bouquet. Like smoke but not from a fire. In his young age, he is not sure why.

His new found skill makes it easier to find his friends around the village. All of them has something that makes them different from their family or they people they were around. For instance, all the Yamanaka’s smelling of flowers but Ino exclusively of bush clover. And both Lee and Guy-sensei always smelling faintly of sweat (Or maybe the power of youth??) but Guy’s scent being ‘spicier’ for lack of a better term.

Sometimes the jutsu a shinobi uses changes their scent, the Inuzuka would soon discover. Kakashi-sensei often hosts one of warm static and singed fabric. While the genin would learn that Asuma was an overwhelming swarm of ash as if 1,000 paper bombs had gone off. That paired with the cigar smoke finally laid to rest the mystery of his mentor’s fragrance.

While few Kiba would come into contact with owned a “quiet” or “muted scents” like that of his team, a trait for sensory types he supposed. Others were “loud” and “Overbearing”. Now that wasn’t a bad thing in the case of Ayame and Teuchi, it was a pleasure to smell the best ramen in the land of fire on them. It was not the case with Naruto.

Kiba does not like they way Naruto smells. Not that the boy stinks per se. He and Akamaru can only describe it as…much. However possible, whether it be by clones or sheer effort, the blonde-nin smells of the entire Village.

Ichiraku Ramen, grass, flowers, ash, metal, static, medical herbs, bath house water, static, cup ramen, ninken and Kami only knew what else. You name it, somehow the shinobi reeked of it. It is overwhelming. Unable to explain it, and unwilling to deal with it, Kiba generally shuts the chakra away from his nose when interacting with Naruto. Even with the plethora of scents, his friend is so distinctive he can find him anywhere.

Over time new scents were added to the hidden leaf. Jiraya’s foggy essences of bath house and water lily, Tsunade’s fusion of medicine and sake. Even Captain Yamato’s torrent of fresh lumbered trees and Sai, whose could only be described as ink spilled on paper.

The shinobi’s sister had not lied when she said someone’s smell could tell who they were friends with. Over time he began to notice patterns. Shikamaru some days smelt of BBQ pork. Those were the days he trained with Choji. While others, he shared the ash and tobacco, the days he played shogi with Asuma.

Sometimes Ino smelled of cherry blossoms, while Lee and Neji smelled shared a sent of metal like that of kunai. Speaking of the elder Hyuga, he gained a small whiff of a familiar closed off smile. The change brought a smile to the Inuzuka’s face.

But not all scents brought happiness. The human body gave off different hormonal responses to emotion and instinct. As well as a scent. These were the basics that were taught from almost birth. Kiba was always aware he could smell them, his first interaction with them smelling fear coming off his father. It was a gift his mother often played on, the talent gaining her the title of the Hidden Leaf’s scariest Kunoichi.

Saddness, on the other hand, had a scent all it’s own. Generally smelt of warm salt water. A fact he had learned the day of Lord 3rd’s funeral. But he had also come to know that it was different for everyone.

Tears on Tsunade was often followed by that of sake…a lot of it. If his sister lost a patient, her scent was void of disinfectant.

The smell did not discriminate. Almost everyone in the village owned it at one time or another. Sometimes it surprised the nin. Catching it on Kakashi-sensei once, also brought the stench of copious amounts of hand soap. More that he had experienced on even a medical nin.

Now sadness and loss are very much alike. But loss manifested a little differently. When someone is gone, it is as if the origin of a scent is wiped off the planet. The day Jiraya’s smell of water lily did not return to the village, it was almost as if it left no trace. He could no longer sense it on Lady Tsunade, as sake took it’s place. Naruto’s was different.

Kiba can’t catch a scent of something if it is frozen. It’s almost as if the smell is locked inside ice as well. So he is unfamiliar with the the sickly sweet fruit-like smell on Naruto’s hands. It was almost like he had spilled a drink or something. After a while this new scent stays on the knucklehead ninja.

“There,” Akamaru points, his snout messing something something under a park bench. Taking a sniff of the air himself, Kiba caught whiff of the familiar complicated scent. Naruto. But also the sticky almost artificial smell. Kneeling slightly, the boy notices two sticks swimming in a puddle of blue. That was the day Kiba know what a Popsicle smelled like. Mentally adding the smell to the list that was his friend.

But some smells don’t go away after the origin is gone. No sometimes they linger like a familiar friend. When Asuma passed, Kurenai continued to smell like him. Kiba found it interesting. That even after months of only ever smelling sadness on her, that it had not changed. Pregnant woman gain a new layer to their smell while they are carrying their child. Kiba had learned that from his clan, it happened with Ninken as well.

But his Sensei’s essence of ash only grew stronger during the time. At one point even covering her scent of wood and rain. The Inuzuka had imagined that once she had her child that it might go away, like all the others did. But it hadn’t. The woman would forever hold the scent of her fallen lover even after Mirai came into the world. The little bundle holding the tell-tale whiff of Sarutobi ash.

As she grew, Kiba supposed, the little girl’s scent would change as well. Just as those in the village had. Hinata’s closed off smell had shed the more confident she became. It blossomed into a blend of wild flowers…with that ever present touch of ramen…

She was not the only one, all of his friends’ in the village would evolve. The flowers of the girl’s in his class would be fused in with new scents. Some familiar like ink and bush flowers. Others no so much, like potato chips and mountain air. The strange intermix, mirroring that of his sensei’s.

One day Kiba himself would find a scent that was intriguing. It was softer and not quite like flowers. But it reminded him of lazy days in the sun, and running home in the rain, with just a hint of blood. The smell would be wonderful but for some reason he will want to cover it with his own, the fusion of Akamaru and fresh linen melding well with it.

Though they are unable to experience it as he does, he can’t help but smile when cuddled into him his lover says:

“Hmmm…you smell nice.”

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The Letterkenny Leave

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Introductions

Facebook Group - Professor Tricia Would Literally Shit a Brick

Episode dive (09:58- 0:48:00):

Recap: Letterkenny Talent Show

Deep dive of this episode: The Letterkenny Leave

Thoughts/Theories/Trivia/Questions (0:48:00 - 1:07:20):

"Meaty" episode

Hockey players and Skids BOTH had A LOT of dialog

Dean's never played "Never Have I Ever"

Thoughts/Questions/Observations from our degens: Bobby from JB’s Meme’s via Twitter stated: Also. Reilly and Jonesy's blackboard. The chubby stick figure and it says "Shoresy = fat " 😂And then: This is possibly the first episode, not written by Jared and Jacob. I could be wrong.Well, I then brought in “Awesome” (our Trivia Maven) to fact check. Her response was: “the first episode of #letterkenny to be written by someone other than @jaredkeeso and @jacobtierney79 was s03e04 Les Hiques, by @TorrensJonathan” Victoria McCabe - Facebook (New admin for FB pages/groups) Even more Wayne autism evidence. Why is Katy still annoyed at McMurray in the later episode after this (I mean granted the phrasing was awful)? Does this answer last week's had she had both question? Ever played never have I ever? If so, best or worst thing you ever revealed or had revealed? Ever done or had done any of the mentioned goodbyes? Are there any ones you can think of that they didn't mention in that? That girl doesn't need to be on drugs, prob a good idea she read and didn't take the steroids. Poor poor trusting hockey players. Valerie Lopez - Facebook Soooo, didjya ever notiiiice (I'm doing terrific there bud) that Tanis'ssssses didn't partake of the hot tub party? Why is that? Why wouldn't the McMurray's have invited her given they know that it would have made Wayne uncomfortable to have her in the hot tub with him and they thrive on that. Just my own theory that the McMurray's thrive on discomfort and would have loved watching that happen.. And 2nd point --- does anyone REALLY believe that Pastor Glen had noooos ideas whats was happenings? It was such a fun contradiction to watch play out. Additionally, Valerie is a Patreon patron and now our HIGHEST contributor on our Indiegogo campaign!As you may remember, she heads-up the Comedy Wham podcast. She has now done three separate episodes on Comedy Wham that are in reference to Letterkenny.If you go to comedywham.com and put “Letterkeny” in their search box, you’ll find four articles! Check ‘em out! Thank you so much, Valerie! We love you to pieces!

Glen and Gail being both oversexualized and undersexualized at the same time.

How white is Canada?

Racism: North vs South vs Canada

Is Wayne into horror books?

What would happen if Wayne and Dary fought?

Mrs. McMurray looked really bummed when Dan got out of the hot tub. Trivia

R&J reference "Charlotte gains, bro" and "Serge of gains, bro". Those are references to: Charlotte (English-French actress and singer) and Serge Gainsbourg (father of Charlotte, French singer and songwriter )

Soft-pass: Opposite of a Hard-pass. Something that you're interested in but just can't do.

Mrs. McMurray references being in (Aca)'pulco until "fellas started getting' haved from bridges with their dinks cutt off". This was something that actually happened down in Acapulco in 2017/18 from rival drug gangs.

All of the baseball players mentioned had careers sullied by their use of steroids

Roger Clemens

Sammy Sosa

Jose Canseco

Anabolic steroids come in the form of tablets, capsules, a solution for injection and a cream or gel to rub into the skin. Weightlifters and bodybuilders who use steroids often take doses that are up to 100 times greater than those used to treat medical conditions.

Both books mentioned in this episode are real books.

Carrie Originally published: April 5, 1974 Author: Stephen King

The Boy at the Leafs Camp Originally published: 1963 Author: Scott Young

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Fuck: Dan, the McMurrays (TOGETHER ONLY), Gail, and Tanis

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Congratulations, JENN! You’ve been accepted for the role of CORIOLANUS. Admin Rosey: We read two beautiful, amazing applications for our beloved Princeling -- but ultimately, Jenn, your plots and your voice for Cyrus were so impactful and vivid. He’s winsome, charming and built for tragedy. You were able to elaborate on the different machenisms that make him what he is wihile leaving room for him to grow into his own person, to carve out a place within Verona that is unique to him and him alone. We’re ready for this particular strain of ruin! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Jenn

Age | 21+

Preferred Pronouns | She/her

Activity Level | After getting back into the groove of things, I’d say that I’m most active on weekdays! I try to get in a reply at least a few times a week if I have any and if I’m not particularly busy.

Timezone | GMT+8

How did you find the rp? | I’m already in it!

Current/Past RP Accounts | Everyone’s favourite Uncle Cristian <3

In Character

Character | Cyrus Dante Sloane // Coriolanus

THE PRINCELING darling boy with the wind in your hair

A LIGHT SPILLING IN LIKE A FLOOD OF DIVINITY and the sun in your eyes, don’t you know?

WHO GLADY WAGES WAR ON ALL THOSE WHO WILL DEFY HIM everything you want is just past your fingertips

What drew you to this character? | We’d love to hear what about this character’s bio caught your attention! Make this as long or as short as you desire!

Cyrus, oh my darling boy. I took one look at his newly posted bio and realised I had overlooked him, to my eternal error. What a champ!!

When it comes to Cyrus, my favorite part is dissecting his development from boy to man and as a result, it’s going to be a running theme all throughout my app. There is so much I want to pour into that space but I will try to be concise.

I can’t tell you what I love most about him without first giving Vivianne some credit. His life is fraught with uncertainties but he thrives in spite of it and that, I think, speaks volumes about his character and how much he’s like his mother. He’s resilient, resourceful and privileged but starved of the things he really needs like love and affection. I imagine that Vivianne’s nurturing in the first decade of his life was pivotal and that it carried on as phantom lessons that he would often replay in his mind when he was in Cape Town in lieu of actually having her there. But you see, the thing about the human mind is that memories get distorted each time it’s “replayed” and he’s done it so many times that I think he’s started to warp and mimic the worst and best parts of Vivianne. Sort of like how Volumnia manages to influence Coriolanus in the original, Vivianne does it too to Cyrus but from afar and unknowingly.

Let me compare Cyrus to all that’s precious in this world. He’s all the golden hues of sunlight, ringing laughter in a home, a shining beacon wherever he goes. He was a boy whose skin was made of gold leaf, paper thin and easily bruised but now as a man it’s turned solid. He’s impenetrable save for the small crack over his beating heart and therein lies the problem he’s never been able to solve ( and the part I’m MOST eager to explore ). I love irony that as a boy who had relied on his mother for all that was good in his life, he’s cultivated such a burning resentment toward Vivianne. He wants to make her rue the day she abandoned him and that makes her his one undeniable weak spot. After so many years, she still has that effect on him and quite like his canon counterpart, it makes him sort of emotionally stunted to a degree.

So, I see him like a child daring enough to commit all sorts of sins against his mother in the name of retribution. I see him using her as a shield against Cosimo, against the mob, against himself. I see him pushing her as she will undoubtedly push back. It layers him with the kind of duality I never got to enact with Cristian and Howard that sort of evolved Cristian’s character into something he never thought he’d be. In my mind, that had been Cristian’s turning point and we all know how it ended.

There’s so many things that could keep Cyrus on the same trajectory what with his vendetta against Vivianne and all that she stands for. But there’s also so many other things that could deviate him from it. I want to help pull back all the layers as his story unfolds and I think any player would love to be able to take him on that journey of self discovery.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | Where do you see this character developing, and what kind of actions would you have them take to get there? 3 future plot ideas would be preferable.

THE ULTIMATE GOAL

His ultimate goal is very clear to me. He always gets what he wants and Cyrus wants to upend all of Vivianne’s plans, whatever they may be and by extension, Cosimo’s. His mother’s kingdom must fall all around her knees. For this, I want to see Cyrus get closer to the Capulet’s enemies and possibly join them when he’s poised for success. Whether or not he believes in their cause, it would be a blow to his mother either way, especially a blow she might not expect or be ready for when they call for his head.

As he accomplishes his objectives, I’d like him to also get a taste of how his mother has lived without him all these years. I believe he’ll come to find that it bears some resemblance with his life in South Africa — successful but also disconnected from the people they want to be. So, why did she have to let him go? He could have made her proud if she had let him stay. He’s vicious and cruel when it comes to her just as he thinks she is when it comes to him. And I believe he’s willing to pull out all the stops to achieve this ultimate goal. And to get there, he’ll need some help…

THE COMPANY

Whatever his plans are, he won’t be able to do them alone. I’d love for him to build a relationship with Juliana, it would be interesting if he does. And especially since she’s more of his mother’s child than he is, I want to see how that plays out in terms of Cyrus dealing with meeting her again after all those years abroad. What’s he going to say to her? What’s he going to do to her? Eventually, I want him to find a way to ensure that he has some sort of influence over her and eventually some sway over the course of actions that the Capulets might or might not take. Though, of course things might not always be so simple.

Other than Juliana, I imagine a big key in making headway within the Capulet ranks is through Cassian. The man is astute and an expert strategist and that’s the advantage Cyrus sees in keeping his company, in playing the teacher’s pet. I want to see Cyrus trick Cassian into facilitating his ambition but like all heroes in their tragedies, a foil makes things interesting. Cassian has been playing this game of cat and mouse longer than Cyrus has and is likely a better player in the long con. And while he might get the better of Cyrus in the long run, Cassian isn’t the man who has the ear of a Cape Town kingpin.

THE KINGPIN

“The dealings with the Capulets, with his mother, had grown sour with the war that waged in the place that he had been born and molded. Who else would they send to smooth such inconveniences over than the man who had the whole of South Africa beneath his feet?” There’s a reason why Cyrus is an emissary despite only just returning to Verona. It’s unlikely that Cosimo would put his trust in Vivianne’s son, who is essentially a stranger to him, without seeing any advantage in the arrangement. So, I had this idea. I’d like to position Cyrus as an emissary for the mob in Cape Town, as the go-between them and the Capulets. I imagine it’s likely that Cosimo wants something from them to aid his cause in the war of Verona and Cyrus, because of his convenient relationship to his Underboss, is the best candidate to get the job done. I’m open to almost any sort of plot for this but my main concern for his development here is that he begins to parallel Vivianne’s journey in the underworld more apparently.

THE RIGHT-HAND WOMAN

Their weapon of choice is easy enough to acquire but what makes their smiles and laughter so razor is that when they smile and laugh, it isn’t just a grin and a sound. It’s in their expressions, the way their faces twitch, the way their eyes flood with joy so infectious others want to share in it, bathe in it. Revel in it. They make you gasp for air and before you know it, you’re suffocating and thanking them for it. Theirs is a friendship I have do doubt will wreak all sorts of havoc in Verona. They are the monsters your mother never warned you about because surely the heaven sent will do no harm. In time, I want the devastation that Cyrus and Brigette reign in Verona to generate an irreversible consequence. Thus, making sure they learn that even sunshine can turn into wildfires.

LA MAMMA

Things Cyrus will never tell his mother; things he maybe should have; maybe the time may never come when he does: “When you hung up the phone, the dial tone echoes the goodbye you never said. Instead, the last thing I hear is that “It’s all for your own good,” and “Because I said so.” I missed you for a long time so what good did it do me when I had nothing but your ghost to tell me you never loved me. That you never wanted me. That I was a mistake. Whether you like it or not, you made me who I am. And I have become heartless. Where were you when I was still kind? Am I supposed to be grateful to have survived like this?”

Just. Kill me with Viv plots.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | At first I was gonna say yes but after completing my app I just can’t bear to kill him off. He deserves so much more. He deserves the world. But still… I’m gonna have to say come what may.

In Depth

Please choose between the interview or the para sample (or both, if you like!):

How many years did it take to build this place? Cyrus wonders as he walks past the tall, dark arches made of steely wood that seem to have witnessed all that has happened in Verona; seen all its tribulations and turmoil and subsumed its spilled ichor. He’s almost sure that if he looks closely enough, he’d see the city’s bloody history written in its grain. The furnishing of the library is immaculately chosen, fit precisely to house a most noble family and its liege. At first glance, he sees an enormous collection of books lining every wall and alcove. The shelves are full and the spines of the books vary in colours from light to dark. He touches them, fingering the well-used titles before picking out a select few on the different subjects he’s studying. At a second, more considering glance, he sees the culmination of an extraordinary legacy. A legacy built on the very bones of Verona.

And for him to stand within a place like this, being who he is and what he represents, will be the beginning of his legacy.

Cyrus is once again new to the city and while not many know his face, some do. So, he finds an alcove away from the busier side of the floor where he might be afforded a little more privacy as informed by his absent host. He knows little about his host but he does know that he’s a man who has had the misfortune to be plagued with a tragedy — a death of a loved one. The very same event that’s brought Cyrus back home at the behest of Cosimo Capulet.

His wrist watch beeps and it has just struck twelve. Cyrus is early, he knows that. Much earlier than scheduled. So, he makes himself comfortable and opens the books he’s decided to borrow. Some time passes before a voice beckons him out of his reverie.

“Cyrus Sloane… Are you ready to begin?”

What is your favorite place in Verona?

Having grown up traversing and discovering the avenues of Cape Town looking for something to help him make sense of his snowglobe-shaken world, the streets had become a sort of solace to Cyrus Sloane. Often, it served as a distraction from his loneliness but mostly because what he saw had been as foreign as he. Like calls to like, does it not? So, Cyrus is inclined to answer the man with his winning smile “The streets,” knowing full well that it wouldn’t be a typical answer. He spent his childhood running down Verona’s cobblestone roads but now the lanes and alleys have become the foundation of a concrete wilderness to him, and he sees an opportunity to begin a new exploration.

But to say that anything was his favourite is to say that he has some attachment to it to an extent. There was nothing he wanted to like about the city, nowhere that called to him nor told him of any story he hasn’t already heard before. It is like all the travel pamphlets say; Verona is a city of love but to him, love in this city has become synonymous with lies, with deceit and betrayal. The implication racks him with bile but he lifts his light eyes away from focusing too hard on a spot on the mahogany table and instead meets the even darker hues of his interviewer. The man looks mildly perplexed at him.

Cyrus is accustomed to elaborating everything at this point, what with the denizens of this idyllic town’s constant waiting for him to speak more, do more, inspire more. Thus, blithely he provides a supplement to his answer, “What? Haven’t you been? It’s your city too, is it not? You’ll get all you need from it if you know where to look, what to ask and, especially, who to listen to. Particularly for the best gossip—” He stopped there despite having more to say. He can’t help thinking to himself if the man knew his mother. His mother and Everett Craven. The gossips say Everett is one of her finest works for the mob. Cyrus doesn’t remember much of it, but he does remember what it had cost.

With a shrug, Cyrus cuts away the underlying acerbity and replaces it with cool composure, akin to the business-like exterior the other man has on. It’s one of the few times where looking too naive, too untested might serve him ill. If Cyrus had a glass of alcohol right now, he’d surely decide it’s time to down it in one gulp. Fluidly, he wills himself to be an agreeable conversationalist. “But really, you’ll find that my favourite place in Verona is where I can get the best deals. And right now, it’s here with you.”

What does your typical day look like?

A half suppressed laugh almost makes its way past his slightly chapped lips. It’s an odd thought that his days are anything typical. Cyrus pours his winsome nature into his casting glance directed at the books arranged on the table and into the way he lifts one corner of a hardcover as he turns the title to his new acquaintance. “You have a good collection here.” He lets it drop back into its place with a soft thud atop the short pile of art, history and mathematics texts splayed in front of the sharp-suit interviewer.

“Signore, I’m quite certain you already know this by now but I’ll say it for my full vindication if you like.” He sits back with relaxed shoulders and leans into the surprisingly comfortable wooden backrest. “I’m a student here. You can imagine what my typical day looks like.” A small jerk of his head sends the other man’s gaze to the books on the table to further drive his point home. “I wake up. I get to class. I go home. Maybe hit up a club or party at night. I hear The Lamberti Tower is fun when the sun goes down. Maybe I’ll see you there some time. You know, typical student life—well, maybe not so typical considering…”

“Really? And what about Cosimo Capulet? I hear you report to him now. I’m sure someone with your standing will have a direct line to the man. There might be something here for you if you can open that line to me.” There it is. Cyrus’ mouth quirks up in a half smile. And everything in him tells him to lie, lie, lie. Not because he is afraid of any repercussions, but because a good businessman knows when he has the upper hand. And his upper hand lies with not revealing everything he knows.

With an amused sigh Cyrus continues with a cant of his head. “I want to say Tuesdays and Thursdays but you’ll understand when I say: how would I know?” There is little leniency in his voice when he says that. “He calls me in at his whims and whenever he feels like having someone to order around. If you want to get to him… I’ll work something out for you if you really need it to be done.”

Cyrus has an idea of how much his new associate is relying on his accessibility to Cosimo. But he could reach Don Capulet as easily as it was for a child to cross the road alone—if he isn’t careful, he’d be run over. No, the real power lies with the company and he’s determined to keep them for his grand designs. Rosaline. Orsino. Juliet. Edgar. Volumnia. They are the keys to the kingdom. Lucky for him, mother dearest will be there to lend a hand every step of the way. He’ll make sure of it this time.

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

The other man’s forwardness emboldens him to let his mask crack a sliver. “This is beginning to feel like a confessional, Lawrence. Has the church gotten its claws in so deep?” The Sacrament of Penance performed for a sinner by an equally unworthy priest, so it seems. At twenty years old, it’s hard to fathom that he’d have a biggest mistake to talk about. The way his assessor asks this… It feels as if his whole life should pivot around the fact of this big mistake.

Then… Is it the fact that he’d been born? It isn’t as if he’s had a choice in that. No, it was his mother’s mistake to fall pregnant. It’s her sin to bear, not mine, he reminds himself.

Then… Is it his return to Verona? The land that bore him, made him and then cast him out as if he’d always been an unwanted stray. No, again it isn’t his mistake to bear.

He knows his own wrongs.

He knows that at twenty years old his one grievance to confess is that he is just as much his mother’s son as he’d never admit. He could be as calculative and as clinical as she is ( and as equally and reluctantly vulnerable ). Right now, it is obvious he’d even inherited her wry wit. The man sitting across him had not the time to joke but smile he did nonetheless, saying to Cyrus “We’ve all got our crosses to shoulder, don’t we? I just want to make sure I’m not about to take on a liability. Besides, I’m curious. Tell me… What’s the worst that Vivianne Sloane’s son is capable of, hmm?”

That’s all he is isn’t he? Reduced to being just Vivianne Sloane’s son in this country. It makes him see red, taste the vitriol on his tongue, feel the raging sea beneath his skin trying to carve its way out. He doesn’t let it. With all that he’s amounted to, he’ll never escape her. He’s learned to live with that. He doesn’t let the anger seep into the blues of his eyes. He’s seen it in the mirror and what had been reflected was the image of a boy, the scared child within, the boy who was taught to fight and forced to be starved of the love he had craved. If he lets the anger tint his features, he knows that the man before him will see the pain beneath, clear glimpses of his soul drowning in this persona he’d created to fit this world of indifference. No, he’s too proud to let that happen. Too proud to admit that he was the mistake Vivianne Sloane had tried sweeping under the fucking rug all the way to South Africa. No, he would make her fucking own it.

“It would be highly arrogant of me to say that I don’t make mistakes. So, I will say this: It is in my interests to— lets say, tie my own success to yours. But I can’t do it without knowing what’s in it for me. Convince me that this isn’t going to be my biggest mistake, why don’t you?” Through sheer willpower, this man will do something of worth for him. “Because if you fail to utilise my employment effectively, we’ll both be sinking in the same boat. I wouldn’t want either of us to waste such precious time.” And speaking of time, Cyrus had to go soon. He has an appointment that he doesn’t want to miss.

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

Between the time he was shipped off to South Africa and now? He couldn’t even count, couldn’t even remember.

Everything had been difficult at first but with each task he had found that he could accomplish it all on his own with little more than a smile and a few charming, reassuring words. He picked it up from a man he no longer thinks of kindly, who should have been there when his mother wasn’t. But this thing that he’s doing now though, requires more than words. It’s as much of an interview for his new friend as it is for himself. From all the questions he’s gotten, what he gleans is that the Montagues are desperate for a foothold in Capulet ranks. And Cyrus, the princeling of Verona, the prodigal son, the product of negligence, is their way in and he’s willing to consider playing the part. He wonders, at this juncture, if his mother could be proud of him, of how far he’s come and how far he’s willing to go to achieve something he desires and he desires nothing more than seeing her humbled the way she had humbled him. To bring low a formidable woman such as she, a woman so feared she’s been dubbed a scourge of Verona, will be his most difficult task yet. But it’s not been asked of him by anyone. Except himself.

“Difficulty is subjective I believe.” Getting a plane ticket back to Italy months ago had been a feat. Meeting his mother after years and years of her elusion had been painful and exhausting. Agreeing to meet Lawrence Vernon and subsequently denounce all that the name Sloane stands for, his one link to his past, present and future, had to have been a difficult decision to make. But Cyrus surprised himself when he had found it easy to come here, to a known Montague property dressed in nothing but the slickest Italian fashion and Gucci loafers. And with the gun he’d been strapped with by Cosimo Capulet himself. “But I suppose if you really want an answer… I’m afraid I haven’t been asked to do many of the difficult things you’re probably thinking about.” Kill, torture, maim. “Though I don’t see why you might think I won’t rise up to the occasion. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

A grand finale, that’s what he thinks of it. This so called war plunges Verona’s economy into instability, it’s a wonder how the city hasn’t yet sunk like Atlantis. Granted that the sunken city was probably ill-favoured by the gods but what difference does Verona have to boast? The Three Witches look down from their pedestals and act as judge, jury and executioner. One day, when they decide to leave the city, Verona will surely share the same fate as Atlantis. Sink the stones rather than let new gods take their place. Such is the will and the way. “It’s unfortunate is what it is. Gang violence, drive by shootings, kidnappings and torture. It’s as if Verona has regressed fifty years.”

Sometimes, it’s difficult to believe that these are the times he’s living in. But just as in Cape Town, he’s used to the sight of people painting the streets red under the moonlight. “But hey, you know… If it’s bound to happen, who says war can’t be profitable, right? And that’s what you’re cashing on isn’t, Vernon? That our little arrangement will help make this war worthwhile for you.” For all that you’ve lost. Approval is now apparent in the way the lines around his mouth curves slightly, the way his chin juts out in a righteous fashion. “You’re a smart man, you know it’s all a marketing strategy. Provoke the other team and pretend you’re the heroes when you bring out your guns to protect the people from getting caught in the crossfire. Do you believe there’s honour in that?” To an extent, yes, Cyrus thinks so. Respect only comes from the money or your blood.

He can clearly imagine it. He sees it in his mind’s eye. The chaos and bloodshed — it’s all just cards on the table and he’s willing to play. Even if he lacked the fortune of receiving those Aces, he’ll find someone who has them and maneuver them into laying it out on the table. He wants this war to happen. He wants to be there for its unholy conclusion because when this war ends, and it will, he will be there on the victor’s side.

And just then, his watch begins to beep. It’s 3PM and it’s time for him to go. His contact is already waiting.

So, he begins to respectfully excuse himself as he shoves a history textbook into his bag. With all that he’s seen and learned since coming home, it’s still difficult to reconcile his reality with the memories he has of Verona of when he was a young boy.

Back then, he only knew of gardens of white lilies and black dahlias but as he grew up, he began to understand that even beautiful flowers could grow in ruins. Perhaps that is this war’s saving grace. That the blood and bodies buried in the soil will only make the earth more fertile for new shoots to grow. To make way for a new generation of Veronans, of true kings. He thanks his host for his time as he stands, reaching out a hand.“Our conversation has been…enlightening to say the least. Convince me and I’m all in for this war. I’ll help you end it.” Just the way he wants — with their problems on a spike.

Extras:

These are just drabbles I wanted to write out to illustrate the disparities between young Cyrus and grown up Cyrus. I’d like to make them canon if I can but as usual I’m definitely open to making changes with the input of the other players whose characters are involved! <3

Head / Mind

Cosimo never quite knew the boy, a boy who had an aptitude for solving problems and crossword puzzles. All he had heard was that the boy’s mother was ambitious. He never knew that that same ambition flowed through the boy’s veins.

Cosimo met the man when he was quite grown up, when he had built a name of his own in a country they had sent him to be forgotten. But the man was persistent, he’d never be forgotten so comfortably.

Upon reconnecting, Cosimo now remembers a young boy who he had seen playing with his daughter once at kindergarten. And all too easily, he remembers the boy building castles with the girl, building what may have been the tallest tower in the land. They cried and laughed as the stones of that Lego castle came tumbling down.

Now, he meets the boy-king who understands that they were no more playing in classrooms, a man who had gone to a different land and learned to dispatch kings and gods with no more than a few well chosen words in a few well placed ears.

Heart / Personality

Vivianne loved a boy once, a boy who had a soft face, who had naught but sunshine poured from his lips like water into a bowl. And like water into a bowl, he poured his soul into the things he loved doing in the afternoon. Papier mâché animals and oil pastel drawings. The boy had been happy until he turned around one day and realised he had no one to share that happiness with.

She doesn’t know what to tell him other than he is better off without her.

That boy had never believed her, not once. Not when she let him down by not bringing him home. Not when she never said anything about wishing things could be different. Not even when the day came he realised he loved her a little less.

Not once, until he starts to tell himself that he was indeed better off without her.

Vivianne knows a man now, at least she thinks she does. The man is an older, more cynical version of that boy she once knew. With his face still soft but his eyes now hard and cold as sapphires, he still pours out a part of his soul into his work. Though no more into things he loves doing but the things he must. The man has no more happiness to share for it has dried up when he left it under the blistering sun.

Spirit / Aspiration

More than ten years ago, Everett knew a boy who had enjoyed playing in the rain, running as far and as fast as his little feet could take him. He knew a boy who had enjoyed counting the stars and giggled when he lost count. The child who had said, “One day, I want to become a star. That way, I can always find you no matter where you or mamma go.”

Now, Everett only knows a man who no longer has space for anything that doesn’t move him forward. He knows a man who has no time for stargazing because all his nights have turned cloudy and heavy clouds take too long to dissipate.

He remembers a boy who had been promised the world, who grew up into a man who collects broken promises instead. The man is now an emissary to a cause he never thought he would be a part of but he makes the most out of it. Everett knows this because he knows the look of a man who has had to learn lessons without prior warning.

Everett knows a man who has had the stars in his eyes plucked out, though not by his hand. Does he think it might as well have been?

The man certainly does.

Soul / Cyrus

A boy once knew himself. He knew the man he would become. Like an astronaut that man would sail among the stars even if the distance between them would be cold and unforgiving. He knew he had a fire inside him and he had a darkness inside him, too. So, there was nothing to be afraid of in outer space because he saw it inside himself first.

But the boy could tell something weighed him upon the earth so that he could not fly. Something that clipped his wings, rendering his unable to visit the place in the heavens that he had dreamt of, that he was made of. So, he sought ways to snip away the strings of hopelessness and the tethers of a self-induced guilt that told him he didn’t try hard enough. The boy had found the best way to rid himself of that heaviness was to force it into someone else. Strike by strike.

And the boy flew away.

A man forgets parts of himself and he knows himself well enough to say that he has changed. He has learned that to exist without needing anyone’s approval is a most powerful freedom and living this way will bring the stars to him instead of the other way round.

And the man knows he will exercise that power until the world runs out of light.

#accepted #accepted: coriolanus

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hello everyone, i hope you’re all well. happy rkfifth! five years, that’s a fair portion of time, half a decade in fact! i was contemplating on whether i wanted to write up one of these posts, as i usually do something similar when my own personal anniversary with rookies comes around, but for the sake of this being the big ol’ 5, i’m willing to do it. let’s take a walk down memory lane shall we and see where it all began for little ol’ me ( i got a job interview today, yay! )

i joined the krp community in august 2014, and rookies was one of those rps i considered joining, and a part of me wishes i did. i didn’t though, i found the large size of the roleplay to be somewhat intimidating so i ended up going on to make my own idol themed roleplay; which was fairly successful in its own way! ( r.i.p apollokrp ). but, i did end up meeting steph there, and eventually, i would end up being convinced to join rookies in july 2015; bringing forth my first rk muse, rkseokmin ( that’s dokyeom of seventeen, btw ). he didn’t last for long, and neither did my other two muses rkkyungri ( yes, i roleplayed kyungri prior to this, looking back, she was sort of like rkrose, being from australia and all ) and rksana, who i brought to rookies in july 2015 and december 2015. and now, looking back i don’t really have any strong attachments to these muses, i think i really just brought them in on a whim, and it wouldn’t be until the following year that i truly found my place at rookies.

come may 2016, season three of the mgas had begun and i decided to give rookies another go. damn rp! pulling me in and trying to get me invested! this time round, i brought forth a muse which y’all will definitely be familiar with. rkjuyeon, who was known as rkseo back then. and for anyone newer, that’s rksaercm. it all began with her, my tall dancing gay who had ambitions of idoldom since a young age. she had auditioned with her cousin in a process called the deathmatches ( you guys, if you weren’t around during like ... early 2016, you won’t know the pain of reserving / applying etc. as the old main blog was ancient. anyways, bless the rookies team for keeping everything going for so long ) and she failed to make it through. meanwhile, her cousin ends up winning the whole goddamn program. what a fluke. i did end up dropping her though, although she did return a few months later in september!

and we fast forward to july 2016; enter rkrose. blackpink’s iconic dance practice video was released and instantly fell in love, with one member in particular ( everyone was ranting and raving about lisa, but i couldn’t take my eyes off of the girl with braids in her hair ). that girl, was park chaeyoung, who like me, is a fellow australian! i instantly knew that i had to bring her to rookies, along with rose and keith ( who play lisa and jisoo, and eventually lari would end up completing the rkblackpink lineup that we know today with jennie ). looking back, i don’t really know how i envisioned rkrose to be; i mean, she was signed to royal within her first six months of being at rookies! she won the kt & royal contest, if ya didn’t know! she is probably the muse i am most well-known for, likely for not so good reasons. she’s been through countless “scandals” in her time, things of which are likely both of our faults. i’m not ashamed of her though ( more so of my own actions ). i think she’s a good egg.

when rookies gave us permission to go ahead with third muses, i think we all went a little crazy. i’ve had quite a few third muses, some whom i’m sure i can’t really remember, but rkchangkyun and yugyeomrk come to mind; i’m sure some of you might be baffled to know that i’ve ever actually roleplayed a male before, considering the fact that all i talk about on twitter is girls and girl groups. ah i forgot i did actually bring rkclaudia to rookies, aka moon hyuna. but we come full circle, and in march 2018, we meet rkkyungri, who is my third and final muse at rookies ( unless y’know, y’all wanna open up fourth muses to the public rk, because i’m down for that, i have many stories to share still wink wonk ). she was unlike any of my rookies muses; an ex-idol who failed at achieving her dream the first time round.

so, here we are, december 2018; i’ve given you a rather comprehensive and detailed run down on my past with rookies, muses wise that is, because there is a ton more to talk about. and i shall, because i want to be able to commemorate this special occasion! i think it is healthy to reflect on things that have happened in the past, so we can learn from our mistakes and better ourselves as people and writers. i have had my fair share of negative and positive experiences at rookies, and i think it’s normal to. rookies is a really big place, and people are bound to bump heads and not get along, that’s just human nature. i think that a good portion of my problems at rookies have been because of miscommunication. so new members, please take a leaf out of my book and remember that communication is key! also don’t get swept up in ooc drama and take your problems to the mods! that’s what they’re here for ( and they do an excellent job of it, thank you guys <33 ).

i really am invested in rookies; invested in the plot, the characters and their stories. i think it’s so amazing that we have a place on the internet where things can unfold and happen in real time almost. krp can be so fast-paced and it’s refreshing to see a place like rookies. i don’t think i could ever truly leave rookies behind, well, one day i’m probably going to have to, but that is another thing; rk is always there. rookies has reached five years. five! years! and that is a momentous occasion, because some rps don’t even see five months. as someone who has been an admin countless of times in the past, i have always wondered how rookies withstood the test of time, and now, having been apart of rookies for nearly three years, i think i understand now. many things go into making a roleplay work: the admin team and the members must work cohesively together, and i think we at rookies all do a good job of that.

i have learnt a lot at rookies, and i think i definitely have a lot more to learn and experience. i must say, going into the new year, i really want to work on being more productive. some of you amaze me! replying every week, getting those points! you get that, pal! it’s really, really inspiring, and i want to be more like that. i’m honestly amazed i’ve made it two years at rk, as i’m someone who gets bored easily ( i also have commitment issues to some extent ). there have been countless occasions where i’ve wanted to give up and drop my muses, be it lack of motivation or drama, but the sole fact that i’ve dedicated two whole years to creating these characters is an incentive to keep going. i’ve always loved writing and i love that i have a space to share my creativity, interests and dreams with like minded people! i think that rings true for a lot of other people, but i’m sure y’all have your own reasons for sticking around.

i don’t think a post like this would be complete without some shout outs, but this part for me will probably be lacking, whoops. maybe i can make that another goal of mine. socialise more.

steph ( @jungwooxrk ), thank you for introducing me to rookies and convincing me to join. we’ve been friends since december 2014!?! which feels like a long ass time. you were my first real internet friend and i’m very grateful to of met you. thank you for writing with me and putting up with me!

rose ( @rklisa ), keith ( @rkjisoo ) & lari ( @rkjennie ), rkblackpink is precious and means so much to both me and rkrose. although we don’t talk as much as much as i would like ( or we should??? ) i’m so happy that we’ve got y’all, i hope that our girls can experience many more things together.

shinobi ( @rkkangjoon ) thank you so much for putting up with me. we’ve been through a lot of crap but i’m really thankful that we’re still able to talk despite everything. i hope you know that kangjoon will forever be important to rose, he was her first real boyfriend after all! thank you for putting up with us both! we love you! <33

peach ( @rkhaechan ) i don’t think rkrose would be who she is today without you and the help of jaebum. after a year of depression i think she’s back on her feet though!! toughest 12 months as a writer! but, despite everything we’ve been through, i’m so thankful we’re still able to talk. i also love your new muses, haech is a cutie & i love him very much :((((

lemon ( @rkyena ) aaaaaah i can’t believe i forgot to put you in here, i’m so sorry. thank you sO MUCH for putting up with me and my forgetfullness. i really love seoyoung as a muse and i’m excited to see her grow as an idol! also saeseo?!

nana ( @younghyunrk ) i’m so thankful that i get to talk to you almost everyday!? i feel as though these past few months we’ve been able to get close which is exciting because you are awesome & i treasure you a ton! i’m excited for whats to come in the following months for our muses! hopefully we meet when i fly over your way sometime soon! i love youuu!!! <33

royal and sphere trainees! i would tag you all, but i’ll be here forever. thank you for making me feel included, even if i don’t participate in the group chat! i love our group antics, like photocard swapping, that was fun. thank you for taking care of both me and my girls, rose and saerom. i would like to work on getting closer to y’all!

and our incredible mod team, you know who they are, they know who they are. thank you so much, for everything you do. you guys keep this place safe, happy and running for all of us, all while writing for your own muses and keeping up with real life stuff like work and school?! incredible! amazing! fantastic! thank you for being so accepting and welcoming and supportive. i love y’all a ton and i don’t think this little message truly explains how grateful i truly am. thank you, for all that you do.

i’m sorry if i forgot anyone in particular, i probably did and i’m sorry; i don’t have the greatest memory. just know that i’m grateful for you! even if we’ve never spoken to eachother before! thank you for making rookies the place it is! that being said, i should probably work on wrapping this whole thing up, since it’s getting pretty darn long and i would like to do some things today prior to this job interview i have later ( please send positive vibes, i’m going to need them ; _ ; )

these past two, nearly three years have been absolutely wonderful. i’m bummed i didn’t join rk back in the day but maybe the fact that i joined later was a good thing? i mean, everything happens for a reason right? these years have been hard and tiring but also very exciting and rewarding, and i’m very enthused to see where 2019 takes me and my girls, along with you and your muses! lets work hard and be happy, happy rkfifth everyone <3

- lots of love, from sacha!

#♡ ┋ out of character.#rkfifth

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Hello Al! We hope you are having a wonderful day or night ! Could we possibly ask for an opinion? Thank you for your time :)

helloha ! thank you, i hope you are too — and you absolutely can ! general disclaimer you’re probs bored of reading: everything under the cut is solely my opinion; if you would like me to take this down, all you have to do is ask and i will do so, without question.

icon & url: the fact i, with my crappy eyes, can read the text in your icon even when it’s displayed as 40x40px is 👌 text in an icon done right ! beyond that, the astronaut immediately catches my attention as does your url; both tell me you’re a sci-fi group right off the bat and it’s got me excited.

first impressions & graphics: i really appreciate the overall appearance of your main ! the graphics are very attractive, without being over the top and distracting, and i appreciate the green, black, and grey colour scheme. it actually reminds me a whole lot of a group i used to run, so there’s some positive nostalgia there. anyway, foliage is very different for a sci-fi group, but it works perfectly in your graphics. one thing i would note is that everything seems a little blurry ( and no, it’s not just my eyes ) so i think the theme resizing them may be distorting them a little bit ? i don’t know. it’s not overly bothersome, just something to double check if you want to. also, shoutout to the admin who is using jackie aina ! love her !

plot: to be honest, i’m really surprised to say this, but your plot isn’t my cup of tea; like the writing is great, but the source material is just really not engaging to me. i’m much more of a star trek and gattaca kind of dude, as opposed to the 100 and terra nova, so this kind of plot leaves me yearning for more technology, spaceships, and ( for lack of a better word ) science-y things. that said, i think you’re probably on to a winner in the sense that people who may not enjoy hard sci-fi may feel comfortable in a group like this where they can explore the inter-character dynamics that come with building a new society. i do like the “dangerous unknown” aspect, though — that has great potential to keep everyone on the edge of their seats.

rules: your first rule about closing the main to allow admins a break is FCKN GENIUS !! with your permission, i’d like to implement something like that the next time i run a group ? i’ll forgive you banning harold for that alone ( i’m joking, but i’m also a little bit ? at you asking me for an opinion if he’s banned for you, due to the association with a blog that has him all over ). speaking of banned fcs, i do think there is a discrepancy between some of your list and the taken fcs, if you’re basing it on being problematic, but if it’s all requests / comfort-based, then fair dos. overall, your rules are clear and easy to understand; no qualms here !

application: i am so shocked you’re appless ?? i really had it in my head that this was at least a semi-appless group. surprise aside, your app is fine, i have no complaints about it and it covers all the necessary muse details.

other pages: y’all have some really detailed pages, which i love ! the joining checklist is esp. great for navigating through what could be a lot of information. everything is detailed but not overwhelming and i appreciate that you’ve taken care to preserve skin tones on the locations page, because so many people don’t bother. the species page is also wonderful ( tag ys, i’m the satanic leaf tailed gecko djsfjkds ) and the attention you’ve put into the descriptions, without simply copying and pasting, as well as deciding on some super cool anomalies, speaks to how dedicated you are ! i also appreciate the character page being split into the pilgrimages and the calendar page is super cool.

things to double check: you’re missing a space between “bedtime.They” on your plot page. the guidelines are not linked on the joining checklist page. unfollow picloadr, i know it always tries to sneak in there. the plot drops/events link on the after acceptance checklist is broken.

summary: overall, this is a really solid rp ! most of the things i’ve highlighted above are down to personal preference and, despite it not being my personal cuppa, i really enjoyed going through everything. it makes a change to see a really well-built, sci-fi group in the tags, and i wish you every success !

#rph #rpt #rpc #novushq #answered #opinions

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btsbabes7 · 5 years

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“Forbidden Fruit” Pt 1.

BTS Vampire/Fairy AU. Yoongi x Jimin. Fairy Jimin x Vampire Prince Yoongi. Fantasy au

A/N: This is a Fanfic roleplay between the two admins. It is separated by our replies with our tags. This is chapter two of a on-going roleplay.

“Dark royalty has stricken the land as a creature from another realm falls into the wrong hands. When two very different beings meet, could it be fate or destruction for both?”

Jimin:

The fairy realm was a beautiful, magical place. Fairies roamed the land with complete peace, but sometimes it was too much for Jimin. Especially the rules. It was forbidden to leave the fairy kingdom. Jimin and the other fairies were always warned of the dangers of the outside world and other realms. Fairies were very rare and wanted creatures, but Jimin didn’t care about that. He wanted adventure. He wanted something more than his ordinarily perfect life. Jimin decided to pack up a few belongings in his satchel before sneaking away to begin his journey. He left his brothers and sister behind to begin a new life.

Jimin left the gates to the fairy kingdom, making his way into the Dark Forest. As soon as he left the gate, he left the protection of his world. He had no care in the world. All of the new surroundings were so intriguing to him. He entered the forest, following a pretty raven. Jimin giggled as he watched the bird fly around, leading him deeper in the woods. His shimmery wings started to flutter, allowing him to fly in the air with the bird.

After a few minutes of playing with the fascinating creature, he lands and leans against a tree. Jimin sits and takes out his leaf journal, ready to write about his findings so far. He hummed as he wrote about the dark colored bird and how the trees were tall and somewhat gloomy. Loud footsteps approach and Jimin packs away his things and looks around, ready to greet a new possible friend. A Minotaur steps out from behind the trees. Jimin smiles and gasps. He always read about the creatures, so he was excited to finally meet one.

“Hello there! I’m Jimin. Who are you?” He says cheerfully with a smile. The Minotaur huffs and looks at the fairy, inhaling the air around him. “Mmm.. You are what smells intoxicating,” he grumbles with a deep voice. Jimin watches as the tall creatures stomps forward with drool hanging from his mouth. “Uhh.. You must be mistaken my friend. I’m not food.” Jimin slowly backs away, his smile slowly fading. The Minotaur bares his teeth and lunges forward.

Jimin’s face shows pure terror as he begins to fly away. The hungry creature swats at the fairy, grabbing his wing. Jimin yelps out in pain and kicks the Minotaur’s nose. The creature howls in agony, giving Jimin the opportunity to run away. He limps and runs, feeling the sting in his wings as he moves. With tear stained eyes and a sore throat from his loud sobs, he slows down. He comes across a large, dark oak tree. He rests his hand on it and finds himself falling forward.

When Jimin looks up, he realizes he is in a whole other world. Before him in the distance was a tall, dark castle. There were tall trees, crows cawing, and beautiful purple skies. It was way different than his colorful world, and that is when he realized he must have went through a portal. He sat down and looked around, noticing lanterns along the flooring of a beautiful garden. There were red and black roses decorating the bushes. He gasped and looked around with sparkling eyes, and that is when Jimin sees him. There he was, a handsomely pale man with dark hair. Jimin locked eyes with the man as he sat on the bench, closing his book and tilting his head in curiosity. Jimin would be lying if he said he wasn’t frightened, but something inside of him said to trust the stranger.

-noona

I walk through the hallways of my castle looking at the pictures on the walls. Many generations of royalty run in my family but in the early 1900’s I was turned into a vampire by a witch due to me taking land away from a family that owed a great deal of debt to my father the king. My dad died of a heart attack upon finding out his only son was a vampire as for my mother she avoided me like I was dead. Even on her death bed she would not accept my company.

I have searched for witches and cures but all have said they could not erase it. I have a undying thirst for human blood I have people who come and I feed off them to control my hunger. I spent 20 years killing people due to my hunger and anger. Anyone who said no to me I drained them completely just for fun. It wasn’t until I found a letter from my father that I returned to my true calling as the king of France. I called upon my followers and explained myself to them all and so far everything was somewhat easier now. Some have accepted it and some fought against it but one thing remained I was cursed to a life in darkness due to this horrible curse. I had given up on walking in the day light again. I find myself sitting in my garden as my servent Jhope gives me my book. He has been the reason I am still sane. He was hired in 5 years ago to serve me and he actually developed a friendship with me. He always kept his distance from me and helped me deal with my hunger. “You may leave me be for a bit. I want to enjoy the night air alone tonight.

I open my book and begin reading passages from my parents and other family members. Hours have passed by when a sudden wind bursts through the garden and it turns my attention towards the clattering metal gates. When a small shimmer catches my eye on the ground. I look closer and see its a tiny fairy. “Hello little one. where did you come from?” I sit my book down and bend over and gently pick up the small young man in my hand. He was so dainty with his small features. Blonde almost white hair with chubby cheeks. He was beautiful almost angelic like. “don’t be scared.” I whisper as I noticed a wing looked hurt on his back.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: As I watch the stranger put down his book and stand up, i cower back in fear. He looked like a giant! I look around me and realize that I had shrunk to my fairy size, most likely due to fear. My gaze flickers back up to the pale man as he crotches over me and picks me up slowly. I wince and pout my lip at the pain I feel in my wings. “Don’t be scared,” he said. I look up at him and tilt my head, tears forming in my eyes.

“You’re not gonna eat me are you?” I wipe my ears and hiccup. The stranger shakes his head and says “no”. I look at him and smile, hugging his thumb and rubbing my cheek against his cool skin. “Oh my. Thank you Mister!” Fairies are known to be gullible and caring creatures, so I had no reason not to trust the stranger. The man stands up and walks back to the bench. He sits and places his leather backed book on his lap and letting me sit on it. I looked around at the dark flowers painted with hints of light due to fireflies. “It’s so pretty here.”

The man scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I don’t see how you find this place ‘pretty’. By the way, what is your name little one?” I look back at the man and stand up with wobbly knees, losing balance due to my hurt wings. “My name is Jimin. What shall I call you Mister?” The man smiles. “You may call me Yoongi. How did you get here?” I frown, shivering as I replay the earlier events. “I-I was just going through a forest when a Minotaur found me. He.He said he wanted to eat me. I tried flying away but he grabbed my wing. I barely got away with my life. There was this really big, strange tree. I just wanted to rest against it, and here I am. I must have entered a portal opening. We fairies have read about them before, but I never realized there was one so close.”

-noona

Yoongi; I listen to the small fairy speaking as I watch him look at his wing and frowning. “Well you are welcome to stay here until your wing has healed. I have only read about such creatures in books so seeing you is a little of a shock for me as well. I know some witches that could help you as well. This world could be dangerous for you due to your size and kind like attitude.” I say looking off into the garden. “Do you know if any creature has followed you?” I say as I look down at him as he begins to hide behind my hand. I give a small laugh. “Do not be afraid no one here is a monster but me. I am a Vampire you see so everyone stays away even the maids run with fear.” I laugh at my own version of a joke. “Would you happen to be hungry?” I say as I hear his tiny stomach grumble. “Fairies usually eat a lot right?”

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: I look around and cower behind his hand. “I-I don’t think I was followed.” He laughed and reassured me that I was safe from other creatures in the kingdom. The way he explained it made me actually question If I could trust him or not. Yoongj brought up the mention of food, which caused me to train my attention back to him. My ears wiggle and my eyes sparkle. “Yes yes! I’m so hungry. What do you have to eat?” I look around his hand, picking up his fingers in hopes to find food on him. My stomach grumbled louder as I thought of eating again.

-Noona

Yoongi: I can’t help but to laugh as he looks under my fingers to find food. “Ah no we need to go inside for food. Come I will carry you.” I hold out my palm as you begin to climb into my hand. I put my thumb towards the middle of my palm to give you something to hold on to. I stand up and walk towards my castle with a wave of my other hand the giant doors open up for me and quickly close behind us. “This is my home.” I say walking to the kitchen and sitting you down on the counter. “I will get something for you okay.” I turn and look inside the refridgeuator and get a bowl of soup that Jhope had cooked for himself I assume. I pour it into a pot and turn the stove on to heat it up. I can hear you singing behind me and it makes me turn to watch you.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: I was in complete awe as you walked us through the huge gates. It was like a myth to me since I have only read about places like this. My tiny arms wrap around your thumb as you walk through the halls. We enter a room with shiny machines, making me intrigued. “Woahhh. Yoongi what’s that?” I hop off his hand and onto a countertop, pointing at the huge, silver rectangular thingy. He whips his head around and laughs, opening it up and revealing different foods from inside. “This is what we call a fridge. It stores food and keeps it cool. Do you not have one?” I giggle and shake my head. “I have never really seen any of these things before.” I look around and he busies himself with a task. I soon smell a savory fragrance coming from behind Yoongi. My stomach growls and I know I will Be fed soon. To pass the time, I start to skate around the slick marble, dancing and singing a sweet serendipity tune. I moved around gracefully, noticing Yoongi leaning against the counter to watch. I finally felt comfortable after I had left for my journey.

-Noona

Yoongi: I forget this tiny creature has not experienced these things in this world yet. "You will get use to these new creations here I promise.“ I smile and turn to grab a bowl. “Uh so do I fix you a little bowl?” I ask myself really as I pour come soup in a very small bowl. “May I offer you to stay here until you figure out your next move?” I offer as I sit down on a stool and watch him jump up and down as I sit the food in font of him. “Here is a piece of bread.” I tear off a small piece of bread and lay it down for him to grab. “You will need to stay out of sight from the maids and servants here until I can inform them I have a guest. “Okay?” I nod waiting for a reply as I watch you eat and dance around.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: I giggle as confusion swept over your face. “I’m small because I’m in a weak state right now. After I eat and get better it will be no problem to transform.” You bring the small bowl down to sit on the counter. It was still 3 times my size, but I was happy none of the less. I lean over the rim of the bowl and slowly sip the warm liquid. “Mmm!!! Yummy!” I lick my lips and take the small crumb of bread as I dance around. “Is it really okay for me to stay? At least until my wings are back to normal. They are bent and bruised, but I would be grateful for your generous offer Yoongi!” I grin widely, making my eyes disappear before I hum a sweet tune and continue to eat.

-Noona

Yoongi: “Ah I see. Well we will work on getting you healthy again.” I nod as you eat your food. “You may stay as long as you like. I have no one here so things are rather silent. I have one real friend and he usually is around me often so he will know of you soon but he is open to strange creatures. “Can you do any type of magic?” I ask as I stroke my chin. "Oh I also have a cat. So I do not know if she will like you or not with you being so tiny so please be careful.“ I say looking around for her on the floor. "Do you know what a cat is?”

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: I finish eating enough to feel sleepy. My arms stretch out as I yawn. “I can do magic, but I won’t tell you what kind.” I poke out my tongue playfully. “It’s a secret.” He mentioned of a cat and my eyes widen and lips part with a gasp. “You have a kitty?? I met one once when I was younger. A cat roamed into our city and I fed it berries. It was so cute!” I sing out. “May I meet your kitty?” I reach out and place my hands on his finger, slightly tugging. “Let’s go look around! I wanna see more.”

-Noona

Yoongi: I slide my hand near him and he climbs up on it while wrapping his arms around my thumb I couldn’t help but to feel a little warm by his kindness. “Yeah you may meet my cat. She is probably in my room sleeping on my bed.” I walk into the big walkway and point at each picture explaining who they were. We make it to my room and you let out a big gasp. “This is my room. Ah there is sable.” I say as she stretches out over a pillow and meows I walk over to the bed and lay my hand down near her so you can see her. “Sable, Meet Jimin.” I smile as she leans her head into my face. Nuzzling her face into mine before she spots you and meows softly letting you walk up to her. "When I found her she was injury by a horse in my pasture. I spotted her tiny body only when walking through the pasture. Her very small white fur was barely seen due to the mud but those bright blue eyes captured me.“

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: I tip toed closer to the fluffy cat as Yoongi explained her story. I reach my hand out and wiggle my fingers around, making glittery sparks appear from my finger tips. “Hello Sable. You’re very pretty.” I touch her nose and rub it a bit. “Mhmm. Of course I do.” I giggle and lean against her cheek as I stare at Yoongi’s curious face. “What was that?” he asked. I smile as I stroke Sable’s cheek fur. “Remember when we talked about magical powers? Well mine happens to be that I could communicate with animals. It doesn’t always work though.” I frown and nuzzle my cheek against Sable. “If the animal is driven by madness or has ill intentions, I can’t get through to them, but this pretty girl here is so pure. She is sweet. Aren’t you Sable?” She meows and licks the top of my head, making me giggle.

-noona

Yoongi: I become confused at your confession. “Wow! that is amazing,” I smile down at you. “Where would you like to sleep? I can set you up somewhere or you can sleep here next to Sable.” I motion towards the pillow on the bed as I slide my jacket off my shoulders and walk over to the dresser. I reach inside and grab a t shirt and some sleeping pants I begin undressing in front of you and turn to see you covering your eyes and giggling. “Oh I am sorry. We humans, Well vampires do not mind the immodesty.” I slide my clothes on quickly.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: “Can I sleep next to Sable?” I scratch her ear as she purrs and tells me she wanted my company. “I can tell we will be good friends.” I hear Yoongi hum in approval, causing me to turn and face him. I stare at the naked curve of his back, feeling completely flustered. I gasp, feeling my cheeks heat up as I covered my eyes and giggled at his shameless act. He apologizes and sits on the bed, rubbing the pad of his index finger against my hair, petting me. “Ah.. It-Its okay.” Sable stands up and nudges me close to the pillow. I follow her instructions and lean against the pillow before she circles around me and lays down beside me. She covers me with her fluffy tail, and I tell her thank you, even though my wings were aching. “Thank you for being so kind and helping me Yoongi. I promise I will find a way to repay you. Us fairies keep our promises.” I show a sleepy smile before yawning.

-noona

Yoongi: i remove the covers from my bed to slide underneath them and turn to face both you and my cat. “You both look very comfortable.” I smile and begin running my hand over my cats head. “I will warn you she tends to get up and leave you in the middle of the night. If she does you may come closer to me and sleep where you will stay warm. It can get very cold in the castle at night.” I nod and lay my head on my pillow as I make myself comfortable in my bed I hear a soft hum from you as you begin getting close to falling asleep. “Such a beautiful creature has fallen into my lap and I am learning all about it.” I think to myself as I blow out the candle on the side of the bed. “Good night my new friend.” I whisper out as I watch the moonlight dance of his tiny cheeks.

-Adminfoxy

Jimin: In the middle of the night, I hear Sable groan loudly. I slowly flutter my eyes open and see her running away as she mentally yelled “You took my spot, meanie! I’ll go sleep with Hobi.” I tilted my head confusingly, wondering if I was dreaming. I stretched in bed and noticed what she meant. I was back to my bigger size, making me smile lazily. Yoongis soft snores caused me to glance at him. The moonlight creeped in the window and shimmered across his cheeks, causing me to blush at the beautiful sight. My fingertips caressed his cheek bone as I leaned in to snuggle close to him, feeling a slight chill. Drowsiness started creeping back to me as I feeled warm again. “I hope I don’t scare you with my size when you wake,” I whisper softly. My eyes slowly sink closed as I thought about my adventure so far, before falling back to sleep.

-Noona

Yoongi: I sleep peacefully for most the night but I roll over into something warm and my arms reach out and pull it into my chest as I lightly snore as I didn’t realize what has happened. The sound of my curtains alarm me as the begin to move down over the windows as the sun tries to creep inside my bedroom. I sigh and relax again only to remember I have someone in my arms. I look down and realize it’s Jimin but he is now in full size and I mist have pulled him into my arms as we both slept. He sleeps so soundly and doesn’t even realize I have woken up at all. I lay there without sound and drift back to sleep for a few more hours.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: Soft breathes wake me as the small gusts of air feathers against my neck. My eyelids flutter open and I see Yoongi’s head tucked in my neck as his arms wrapped around me. I giggled quietly, wanting to let him rest more. I tried wiggling my way out of his hold but he groaned and held me tighter. My eyes shut tightly as I focused and shrunk back down to a smaller size again. I stretch and walk to the end of the bed, looking down at how far of a jump it was. My wings twinged a bit, but couldnt flutter like they normally could. I sighed and whistled, hoping Sable would hear me. She comes in the room and I motion for her to get on the bed.”Do you think you can take me for a little tour while Yoongi sleeps?” She nods and hopes up, letting me climb on her back.

-noona

Sable: I hear a small whistle making my ears perk up as I run off into the bedroom. “Master?” I Meow out but here Jimins soft voice calling me. “Yes I can. We must be careful, master doesn’t like me running around with the maids. I feel Jimin holding my collar tightly. “Okay lets go!” I jump off the bed softly so I don’t wake master up. “This is the great castle. My favorite spot is the room at the very top of the castle. The sunlight beams inside and it’s warm. Master doesn’t go up during the day time.” I begin my way up the stair case as I hear a voice coming down the stairs. “Hide! It’s the housemaid!” I say ruffling my fur so it shields you out of sight of the maid. “Sheww that was a close one!” I quickly run up the steps as she calls me back down the steps. “We can hide under the bed in this room.” I scurry under it as the maid calls out to me but doesn’t see me.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: Watching as Sable ran around as if she was on a secret mission was cute and entertaining. We hide under the bed as the maid walks around calling out her name. I look at her and cover my mouth, releasing giggles. Then I hear a familiar voice talking with the maid. “Where is Sable?” That is Yoongi’s voice! I look at Sable but she shushes me, making me realize if we exposed our location, that the maid would notice me. The maid bows, not looking him directly in the eyes. “Sorry Sir. I’m looking for her now.” He groans and runs a hand through his hair, looking distressed, probably due to the fact that I was no where to be found. “Continue your search.” He was short and slightly demanding before he sped off down the hall.

-noona

Yoongi: I woke up stretching and realized I was in bed alone. “Jimin? Sable?” I call out then look at the door seeing it was cracked open. “Shit.” I grumble getting up and walking along the hallway calling out both your names. I watch the young maid come down the hallway as I come to the top of the stairway. She calls out Sables name then sees me. Her eyes never meet mine which truly begin to make me angry. “Close all the curtains. You continue your search down stairs.” I say as I walk into the first bedroom and look around. “Sable? Are you in here?” I call out not hearing a word. I stand as still as I can and begin to focus on the heartbeats in the house. Upon hearing Sables I heard a heartbeat that had a happy rhythm to it. “That must be Jimins.” I say to myself following the noise I make it into a bedroom and my eyes spot Sables fluffy tail. “You can come out now Sable. I see you.” She meows loudly and slowly walks out. “Where is our friend?” I ask as she looks to the bed again.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: I listen as Yoongi’s footsteps get closer. My heart was thumping hard in my chest like this was a fun game of hide and seek. He opens the door and Sable mumbles “He found us. He always finds me.” Yoongi taps his foot before telling Sable to come out. “DANG IT!” she groans and I try to hold back giggles. Yoongi asks where I was and I wiggle my toes with anticipation. I hear him get on his knees, lifting up the sheets and peaking under the bed. “Found ya!” He smirks and I burst out in giggles. “You’re good Yoongi!” I skip to him and he holds out his hand, offering to lift me. I shake my head and look up at him. “Can I turn big again? It is tiring being small sometimes.”

-noona

Yoongi: I smile as he shakes his head no. “Sure you can turn big. I will grab you come clothes if you need.” I watch you slowly turn into a normal size person. “Wow.” I stand in complete awe as I see his beautiful features up close. “You are breathtaking Jimin.” I watch him flutter his eye lashes at me. “You and Sable have had your fun today hmm?” I ask trying to not stare at his chest. He was very fit young man and had the prettiest honey like skin tone I’ve ever seen. I catch myself staring “Ah excuse me if I come across weird. I don’t really have people here much.” I blame the lack of people.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: I stretched comfortably in my human form, smiling as I watch Yoongi’s eyes roam. A small giggle comes from my mouth. “It is okay Yoongi. You can stare if you want. I know I’m cute.” I smile and scrunch my nose. “But it is kind of chilly. Can I borrow a sweater or blanket?” I sit on the bed and Sable jumps beside me and rubs my thigh, begging for me to pet her now that I was bigger. “Yeah yeah. I know you’re still here. How could I forget?” I talk to her, scratching her ear.

-noona

Yoongi: I smile as you sit on the bed. “I have this blanket here. The clothes are in my bedroom tho. You can maybe come with me or I can go grab some clothes for you. I am in need of a shower so” I lay the blanket over your back pulling it around to your chest. Sable jumped off the bed after a few head rubs and as she does her tail his a lamp and it lands on the curtain pulling it enough where I beam of sunlight comes crashing against my body. I feel my chest burning I hit the floor near the end of the bed. “Jimin will you close that curtain?” I ask in a pained voice as Sable meows and comes next to me. “I am okay Sable.” I reassure her.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: A worried gasp sounds from my lips as I see you wincing on the floor. I scurry up and run to the curtains, closing them quickly before I run to you and kneel beside you. “Yoongi.. are you okay?” My eyes water and my bottom lip trembles. All I hear is Sable whining and apologizing over and over as she rubs against him. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

-noona

Yoongi: I watch him come to my side and hold my arm. I knew I needed blood to heal these burns but I wasn’t even sure what his blood could do. “I need to go to my bedroom Jimin I have blood stored in a safe in there.” I say as I slowly remove my shirt I see Jimins eyes watering and it makes my stomach drop seeing his normally happy face turning into being upset. “Ah dont worry about me Jimin. I’ll be okay.” I say while taking the back of my hand and stroking his cheek.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: I continue to sniffle as I hold back my tears. I hated seeing anyone in pain. The mention of him needing blood flickered on a lightbulb in my head. “Oh of course! You need blood don’t you?” He groans at the mention of blood and nods his head. I ponder on if there was a way I could help him, and now I know that there is. “Come on. Get up.” I help him sit on the bed and he looks at me with a puzzled expression. “Will it hurt?” I ask shyly and he tilts his head. “Will what hurt?” He asks. I let out a breath and look him in the eyes. “I want to help you since you helped me. I’ll let you drink from me, but only enough to heal ok? I’m scared it will hurt.”

-Noona

Yoongi: I look at you like your joking. “Wait, are you sure about this? It may sting at first but then will become very pleasant. I don’t feed like a rabid animal.” I reach out and softly grab your wrist pulling you into my lap. I hold your wrist up to my lips as I watch your face closely I let my teeth sink into your perfect skin. The warm blood hit my throat and I felt the urge to drink more and more. “No!” I push him off my body onto the bed as I move to the other side of the room holding my arms up. “Stay over there Jimin.” I crouch down and hold my head for a minute letting myself calm down. When the hunger leaves my body I look up and see Jimin holding his wrist tightly with a calm look on his face. “D-did I hurt you?” I ask before reaching my finger up to my tooth and giving a small bite letting my blood gather on my finger I slowly rub my blood on the bite marks and they begin to heal right in front of us both. “I’m sorry I reacted like that but something about your blood just sent me into a hunger I was not ready for.” I say soft letting his wrist go.

-Adminfoxy

Jimin: I waited patiently for him to accept my offer. When he was willing and readying himself to do so, I couldn’t help but feel wonder and nervousness wash over me. My heart pounded as I watched him bring his fangs closer to my wrist. A small pinch and a sting. That’s all it was. After it went away, it felt more.. comforting? Suddenly Yoongi yells out and dashed away. I help my wrist in shock, worry filling me. Did I taste bad? Did he not want my blood? He carefully explained what happened and I still didn’t understand but I didn’t want to pressure him. “I-It didn’t hurt.” I watched as he healed my wounds, pure amazement showing on my face. “Ooh cool!” I giggle and look up at him, smiling. “Oh! Did it work? Are you feeling better?” My hand reaches out and grabs the blanket, wrapping it around me. Sable was under the blanket, letting out a whine as she quickly jumped to the floor, causing the curtain to crack open. I gasped as light came in, shining on his shoulder. “Yoongi. The light!” I get up to close the curtain again but he looked at me confused before looking at his shoulder. “You’re not hurt?”

-Noona

Yoongi: I can tell my sudden outburst has worried him but when the curtain falls and I was okay I nearly could not believe it. The sun was on my skin and I felt okay. “I-I think its your blood Jimin. I have never been able to be in the sunlight.” I wrap the cover around your bare body and make our way to my bedroom where I grab some sweats and a t shirt out and hand you them. “Put these on and we can go find some food for us okay?” I nod and watch the slow smile come across your face. I turn my back to you while you started dressing feeling someone odd to the fact I was in the sunlight today. What does his blood have to do with this?“ I felt Jimin’s hand on my arm as he called my name out.

~Adminfoxy

Jimin: I pushed the worry for yoongi aside as he began to take care of me. The clothes he gave me to wear were weird, but comfy. After putting them on, I walk back to Yoongi, but he seemed spaced out. “Yoongi? I’m all dressed now.” He just stands there, seeming to be in thought. I place my hand on his bicep, gently squeezing it. “Yoongi? Yoongi! Are you sure you’re okay? Did I.. my blood taste funny?”

-Noona

Yoongi: I softly grab Jimins hand and turn to face him. I could hear his worry in his voice so it makes me want to ease his worry. “I am okay Jimin, your blood made me feel like I couldn’t control myself and it scared me. Your blood is the most delicious thing I’ve ever had to be honest.” I say as I gently rub my thumb on the back of your hand. “I hope I didn’t make you think otherwise.”

-Adminfoxy

Jimin: “O-Oh.” I clear my throat, trying to hide the obvious nervousness I started to feel. The blush on my cheeks probably gave it away. “No.. I-It’s okay. As long as you feel better.” I finally lift my gaze to look in your eyes, realizing as that was a mistake. My face was on fire… for what reason, I didn’t know? Maybe it was the praise on how I tasted to him? I shake my head and walk past you, wanting to change the subject quickly. “Shall we go for a walk? Or maybe I can meet your friend you were talking about?”

-Noona

Yoongi: “Sure we can go for a walk I am sure that my friend is in the kitchen or the library by now so we can go meet him.” I say with a smile walking to the door and waiting for you. I watch you cheerfully skip out the door way stopping at anything interesting and asking questions. He spots a picture of my parents and points asking about them. “Those are my parents.” I hear Jhope calling me to the library when I walk ahead Jimin lingers at the picture for a moment. “Jhope I would like you to meet our new guest Jimin. “ I say when he shyly walks into the room.

~Adminfoxy

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