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buckttommy · 1 month

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i don't think i really understand pr and what actors should and shouldn't say. why is what oliver's saying so wild?

Hi, it's okay. I'll walk you through it. The tl;dr version is written in bold.

So. PR, or, Public Relations, is the dynamic between the general public (us) and any entity that has interests to protect (in this case, that would be the network + 911). PR teams are designed to ensure the relationship between the public and [their entity] is as harmonious as possible. Happy relationship, happy consumer, happy company.

Because keeping the peace is the intention of good pr, pleasant ambiguity is the name of the game. People can speculate, and people can guess, but no one should ever be able to look back at your words and claim that you've given a definitive answer on anything—good or bad—because definitive statements can harm the entity's bottom line, whatever that may be.

Oliver is very good at keeping the peace between the network and the public. We know this because we have seen evidence supporting this fact for years. He always says a little bit of what everyone wants to hear—he'll keep things vague (plausible deniability) for the sake of the network, while also giving nods of support and encouragement to the fandom without promising anything. You know how he's talked about being cautious and aware of what he's saying in interviews because he knows the impact it could have? Okay, well, aside from wanting to avoid "queerbaiting" allegations, this is part of the reason. PR is a very delicate game and he plays it very well.

Or at least he did.

Right now, Oliver is using binoculars to identify the line, making sure the line is exactly where he left it, and then taking a giant wrecking ball to it. Because now, Oliver is saying things that should absolutely not be said in interviews, or to anyone in the general public, at all. Now, he's elevating the conversation from pure speculation, to actively confirming and placing the blame at people's feet for things that have gone on behind the scenes.

Saying that Buck's Queer storyline was floated years ago? Huge no-no. Why? You were on tumblr yesterday. You can see why. People were angry, and people were hurt, but most importantly, people started to ask questions. We started to look at past arcs, past moments in Buck and in Buck and Eddie's relationship (because, whether you like it or not, Buck's queerness is and always has been tangentially linked to the existence of Buddie) to try and pinpoint when/how his queer arc could have launched. Now. Most of us have been here for years, so we can easily look back at the show and see where it's pretty damn obvious how Buck's Queer arc could have launched, depending on the arc(s), the characters at the time, things that were going on outside of the show (re: Oliver liking Buddie edits before/after the shooting), etc.

But we're not the only ones who are reading these interviews. Other people—casual fans, new fans, people who don't give a damn at all and are just clicking around on the internet—are going to look at these interviews, they're going to look at the things Oliver is saying, and they're going to have the same questions that we had. When could this have happened? And, more importantly, why didn't it? To keep it simple: everyone is going to start looking a little closer at the man behind the curtain, and the network does not want that.

Now, sure, it could be argued that, "hey, 911 isn't with FOX anymore, so maybe Oliver is allowed to say these things." But that's not really how it works. Sure, he might have a bit more leeway (as in, a microscopic, so-small-it-might-as-well-be-insignificant amount of leeway) to say whatever it is he wants, but this isn't the first time a major transfer/acquisition has occurred, and there are safeguards in place (such as NDA's—Non-Disclosure Agreements—which often do not expire for years post-acquisition, depending on the entity they're protecting) to prevent him from harming FOX's bottom line. So, that reasoning rings hollow. Especially because, now, it's not just FOX he's pulling into the fray either.

In the article that dropped today, he openly acknowledges this thing between Buck and Eddie in Season 7. And at this point, we're well into ABC's era. So the fact that he's saying, "I went to Tim and asked if there's something I can play with when Eddie says he's going on a date"—that's odd behavior from him. Not necessarily bad, just odd. And after years of toeing the line, the question that has to be asked now is why? And, more importantly, why now?

Does this mean that Buddie is going canon? Not necessarily (and, before anyone freaks out, I'm not saying it's not going canon either; I'm just saying this isn't an indication). But The Buddie Problem, at least, in the way Oliver is addressing it, is something the Higher Ups would want to keep quiet for as long as possible, for whatever reason. Maybe because they intend to go forward with it. Maybe because they don't. But the fact that he's cracking the shades open and letting light through is deeply fascinating.

But, despite all this, it's important, also, to realize that, even with demolishing the good PR line he's always walked so carefully, Oliver still isn't promising us anything. He's still treading carefully regarding how we, Buddie shippers, will interpret his words. He's not claiming Buddie canon is a go and it'd be remiss to think that's the implication here when it's not. He's not that stupid, and he's not that cruel. But all of it is very curious.

So that's why a lot of us are looking at each other, and then looking at Oliver, wondering what the hell he's doing. Because he knows better, and we know he knows better. We know he's very good at playing this delicate game but right now, he's making moves that are... intriguing... to say the least. And it's not just him, even though he's the main culprit. 9-1-1's move to ABC—and this entire press junket since 7x4—has been rife with sensitive information being released to the public, starting with Lou's untrained self revealing that it was supposed to be Eddie and Tommy that were going to get together, and circling back around to... literally every single word Oliver has uttered in the past three weeks.

So. It's odd! As you can see. So I'm sitting back, and I'm waiting and seeing because something is happening behind the scenes, and I don't know what it is (and I don't even think it's bad!) but it is still very much happening. So.

#god this was so long and i'm so fucking late for work #jack answers mail #tv: 911 #oliver stark

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cheri-2047 · 15 days

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May I request some fluff with Alhaitham and an overworked and stressed reader who just won't put the book down due to an upcoming exam 😔💪🏻 + they are struggling with motivation to study but they just NEED to study now or they'll fail or get a low grade

OF COURSE!! Thank you for requesting !! Also I’m assuming you have an exam so wishing you good luck

Alhaitham x Stressed Reader

WARNINGS: none aside from cursing, This is all fluff

CHARACTERS: Alhaitham, (im gonna write this as if alhaitham and reader are still in college btw !! Both of you are dating in this AU and dormmates too)

Okay I’m gonna write headcanons and then a mini oneshot after <3

please tell me if I accidentally mischaracterized him I’m really sorry in advance if I do 😔

Alhaitham would be telling you the entire afternoon that day to drink water, eat a snack and most importantly, take a break

Alhaitham would be stubborn at these times and making SURE that you are drinking water and taking care of yourself and all

Alhaitham practically tries to pull you away from your desk, but he fails. Instead just trying to keep having a conversation as an attempt to get you to get away from your studies, even if just for a minute

Alhaitham tríes to wait for you, but you insist he goes to bed ahead. He still tries to wait, while he lays down alone, clearly worried about you though having the same expression.

Alhaitham gets out of bed every once in awhile to check if you’re done, but everyte he does, he just receives the same response. “5 more minutes…”

Eventually he just stays in bed slightly frustrated and Alhaitham falls asleep waiting, that is, until he hears your frustrated mumbles from your desk.

“Damn it damn it! Why can’t I get it!”

You mumbled softly to yourself. No matter how many hours of hard work you’ve done today, you can’t seem to process any of the information.

“Fuck!”

You buried your head in your arms in frustration, clenching your fist tightly. As suddenly you felt someone trying to unclench it for you.

You flinched once you felt the touch, but once you turned, you saw your boyfriend alhaitham.

“It’s 1:07… you should be having some rest.”

He says, starting to put away your books.

“Nono! Just 5-“

“5 more minutes? Darling it’s been 5 hours. Please rest.”

He starts to pull you out of your chair, but you’re stubborn. You say no once more in a slightly pissed tone due to overworking the entire day.

“Y/n. Im serious.”

“I am too… just please…”

He saw the desperation in your eyes, but instead he pulled you into a hug, as you hurried your face into his shoulder.

“Look, the exam is in a few days correct?”

You nod

“And how much material have you gone through?”

“I don’t know”

“And you’re only starting to study now? Why?”

“I didn’t have motivation all week..I couldn’t bring myself to do it..”

You started getting ready for a scolding, but instead ended up with a kiss on your forehead.

“You ran out of motivation all week and so now that you have it, you don’t want to lose it, correct?”

You nod. As your boyfriend sighs.

“And do you remember anything you’ve been studying?”

To your shame, you shook your head.

“No..”

Alhaitham pulls away from the hug as he cups your cheek.

“Let’s have a deal, you get some rest today and I’ll study and teach you the topics myself tomorrow morning, deal?”

“But-“

“No buts, would you rather you passed out unwillingly or this?”

“…”

“That’s right, thought so.”

He pulled you into the bed, as he layed you down next to him.

“Please don’t do this again..if you need motivation then..I’ll help you, I’ll do whatever just take care of yourself please.”

He kissed your cheek goodnight as both of you slept in each others arms.

Alhaitham teaches you the topics the next day and you understand it. He tells you some study tips and motivation tips like:

Make flash cards and review them before the exam

Re-type it, NO copy pasting

Reading the text aloud to someone else

Quiz yourself and your friends <3

You can also make reviewers for you and your friends to motivate you to keep giving them some

Alhaitham will be happy and proud of u <3 good luck on your exams !! (These tips are my personal study tips that got me through the school year HAHAHAHAH, they work for me at least. Good luck again !!)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #fluff #headcanons #alhaitham #haitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x yn #alhaitham x you #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham headcanons #study tips

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aris-lil-library · 10 months

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VARIOUS RE CHARACTERS REACTING TO FRIENDLY ZOMBIE READER (G/N)

Brought to you by your local zombiekin <3 (Fun fact, was originally planning on adding Wesker- but I wanted to get this out sometime within the month lolol)

Also please note, I have not seen a full playthrough of Re1R or Re1- Chris might be OOC.

Characters Included:

Leon Kennedy (Re2R)

Claire Redfield (Re2R)

Jill Valentine (Re3R)

Carlos Oliveira (Re3R)

Chris Redfield (Re1R)

Content Warnings Included:

Mentions of body horror (brief, but still applies to reader themselves.)

Mentions of gore/death (nothing explicit.)

The Sewers. (They deserve their own trigger warning /hj)

Mention of eye touching/prodding

Leon Kennedy:

After having cleared the hallways of the Racoon City Police Department and coming face to face with some disgusting freaks of nature named Lickers, Leon thought he had seen it all. Honestly, he didn’t imagine there was anything new that could surprise him in this goddamn place until he made eye contact with you.

Well.. if you can call staring at the dangling eye hanging out of your socket “eye contact”.

He instinctively raised his gun, expecting to see you rise to your feet, stumble over to him and try to nom his neck like all the other undead he’d seen so far- but to his (pleasant) surprise, that didn’t happen. In some odd groan you spit out, which he assumed was your attempt at speech, you backed away from him. Arms raised as if to show you didn’t mean to cause him harm.

It was odd to say at the very least. He kept his aim marked at the dead center of your head, though he hesitated pulling the trigger now. Your right hand (which Leon noted had a nasty looking chunk taken out of it) drifted down to a bloodied ID badge hanging from your breast pocket.

Though it was hard to read, Leon squinted out the words “Assistant Secretary” in bolded letters at the top of your ID.

He looked back up at you, slowly lowering his gun as he noticed the almost.. human-like quality of fear in your eyes. He could’ve sworn he even saw your shoulders sag slightly with relief as he tucked his gun into his holster.

“Hey.. can you.. understand me?” Leon’s words paused at times as he debated internally if he was really trying to communicate with a dead person. He could feel his stomach sink slightly as you slowly nodded back, cautious that he’d still shoot.

“What the hell.. How are you even- no wait- you’re infected and you can still?- What??”

You watched as Leon’s brows furrowed and his expressions cycled through confusion, disbelief, intrigue and right back to absolute bewilderment. It was almost funny and you almost tried to smile at him- before remembering the fact that your jaw had gotten unhinged a while ago and it’d likely confuse the poor guy more.

After a very long and arduous time of trying to explain to the baby-faced police officer how exactly you got bit and how you locked yourself in this room and how even you didn’t know how you kept your humanity- it just ended up in Leon sitting on the floor, scratching his head.

“I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me. I’m sorry.” You grumbled out a brief noise of annoyance before just accepting it and sitting on the ground across from him.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a while before Leon spoke up.

“Hey look. I know you’re already bit and all but maybe we can find you some help? There’s a hospital in the city- there has to be someone who can fix.. uh.. whatever you’ve got going on here, right?” He even sounded unsure of the words he was saying, yet the caring smile etched onto his nervous features was enough to convince you that you should come with him.

Not particularly like you believed you could be cured, but more as in “This poor kind boy will get killed if someone’s not looking out for him.”

So you gave a polite nod, rummaging through what little supplies you saved in here before heading out of your sanctuary with Leon- glad you’d met someone so nice in this mess.

Claire Redfield:

Despite having been caught in the middle of a zombie outbreak and getting turned yourself, undead life was surprisingly calm. You had shuffled your way down into the sewers after getting bit, accepting your fate as you felt your consciousness slowly slip away as blood drained out of the bite on your leg- only to wake up a few hours later a lot paler and surprisingly awake.

Part of you was frustrated you had somehow miraculously lived through transforming into a zombie because of course you would be the unlucky schmuck who would stay sentient throughout something like that. Only your level of sheer bad luck would allow that.

It turned out being down here wasn’t too bad if you ignored the weird mutated masses of flesh in the water, the massive hulking figure of a presumably mutated man that would scream in agony every hour or so and the other rotting corpses surrounding you. Otherwise, it was nice.

You had honestly thought that you were going to live the rest of your undead life here. It’s not like being on the surface is any better at the moment- though you had to admit, it got boring really quickly.

That’s why when you heard a small repetitive bang of a pistol fire off- you couldn’t help but let your curiosity win. You peaked around a corner, just dark enough so whoever was firing couldn’t see you, to take a glance at whatever unlucky person slipped down here.

She couldn’t have been past her early twenties, you thought, her younger features and nervous look spoke volumes. Her eyes had a certain steely resolve to them though, which would’ve impressed you if she didn’t stare directly at you. Previously fascinating eyes now had your stomach drop as she raised her gun at you preparing to fire.

You scrambled away down the hall you came from, legs slightly slipping from the slimy layer on the floor that you really didn’t want to think about at the moment.

Claire had started giving chase after you, worried you were possibly another survivor that she had scared off with her reckless gun waving.

“H-Hey! Wait up!” She yelled out, following your shadow throughout the gross sewers.

You had run yourself into a dead end- panicking and turning around to see her approaching rapidly. Without a way to defend yourself, you simply put your arms in front of your face to shield it as you shut your eyes tightly- preparing to get shot.

Clacking sounds of boots hitting the wet floor filled your ears as Claire stopped just a few feet away from you. She huffed out in exhaustion, leaned over to catch her breath.

“I’m.. I’m sorry- jeez hold on. About.. About scaring you. I didn’t know there were other survivors down here. You alright?” She looked up at you, briefly scanning over your body.

She noted how you looked worse for wear (but then again, so did she) and the large, infected looking wound on your leg. Her face shifted into one of pity as she looked back up at your face.

“Oh.. Is.. Is that why you ran from me?” You nodded, slowly lowering your arms to gauge her expression. It’s funny, she looked a lot more sweet up close. Your eyes met hers and you almost felt better. She looked at you with such.. compassion, even though you were infected.

Claire felt an immense sense of pity overwhelm her. She must’ve scared the living daylights out of you upon chasing you down like a rabid animal. As her gaze met yours though, she realized how glossy your eyes looked- how pale your skin was. You were probably already dead considering how familiar you looked compared to other zombies she had seen.

“I don’t want to hurt you, okay? You seem like a nice.. person? Zombie? I’m not fully sure what to call you.” Her tone was very soft, almost like a gentle elder sister, it was soothing to hear after all the harsh groans and grumbles you’d been hearing from the other undead around you.

“I think that it’ll be beneficial for us to work together. I have a friend who’s a police officer who I’m trying to meet up with. Maybe we can all find a way to escape together and you could get some help at a hospital out of this town. Is that okay?”

It wasn’t like you really had a reason to say no and the way she kept her voice so polite and calm definitely swayed your choice. With a nervous step forward, you precariously nodded.

“Perfect. My name’s Claire. Claire Redfield. It’s nice to meet you.”

Jill Valentine:

Jill was getting pretty damned tired of this zombie shit. First at Arklay, now in Racoon City the day before she was supposed to move out of this hellhole. It was just starting to get ridiculous and if she still believed in a God, she would’ve thought they had it out for her.

As she turned a hard left, narrowly avoiding a zombie grasping and hobbling towards her- Jill entered the subway company’s office. Thankfully it was empty, Jill thought to herself as she pushed the door leading into the traffic control system’s room only to have the door get pushed right back into her face.

…

What the fuck??

Jill grabbed her knife from the sheath on her side and rammed the door open- fully expecting to have to fight hand to hand, only to meet your terrified gaze as you fell onto the floor.

She honestly couldn’t tell if you were infected or not- you looked like you’d been drained dry of all your blood, yet your expressions were so human. Hands raised, slightly shaking (Jill wasn’t sure if that was due to fear or the fact your right hand was hanging on by a few tendons of muscle.)

You mumbled out a shrill and raspy yelp, trying to communicate as best you could that somehow you were still conscious, even in this form.

Jill wasn’t exactly sure what to do with you, knuckles tensing and untensing around the handle of her knife. She almost felt guilt thinking about stabbing you now. Her body went taut as she saw you stumble up and head to the subway panel. You waved your hands, pointing back and forth at the subway map and its controls.

“You.. know how to work that?” Jill hesitated with her words, almost embarrassed that she was trying to communicate with.. a zombie as far as she could tell.

Well that was until you nodded very rapidly, as if trying to prove you had some worth.

So with a frustrated sigh, Jill said “Okay, I need to go to Fox Park. Figure it out.”

Jill watched you with interest as you flipped through the switches expertly, going through the path so quickly she had to assume you worked here before.. whatever happened to you. You figured it out so quickly and turned back to her, as if expecting her to allow you to follow her to wherever she was headed.

Part of her really didn’t want to bring back an infected to the subway but you had the biggest eyes and were practically pleading.

“No- you can’t. God just..” Bigger puppy dog eyes.

“NO. You’ll cause too much commotion! I can’t-”

“Hey Jill- you got that subway route finished?”

Your eyes instantly went to the radio buzzing from her shoulder and she made a mental note to punch Carlos when she got back.

“Yes.. Thanks to the help of a.. oddly friendly zombie.”

You could hear him cackle over the other side of the radio. “You’re joking- right?”

“I wish I was.” Jill sighed out and explained to Carlos that she actually met a nice zombie and spent about 10 minutes convincing him and the other U.B.C.S members to let you follow and that she swears she’ll keep an eye on you and please please please please let her keep you-

Mikhail begrudgingly agrees after her arguing that she should be able to keep you around and that you’ve proven yourself to be helpful- but is told that you’ll be staying with Carlos when you both return to not endanger the civilians and to truly prove yourself.

Jill didn’t know why, but she felt the need to protect you. Maybe it was some lingering savior complex or survivor's guilt but she ignored that for now and walked alongside you back to the subway station.

Carlos Oliveira

As Jill arrived with you in tow, Carlos did notice how surprisingly calm and patient you were with everyone. You clung onto Jill for a little while- being careful to not go too far into the train- in the off chance someone would see you and freak out.

While Carlos trusted Jill’s choice in trusting you, most of the other U.B.C.S members were.. not as happy with the platoon leader’s choice in allowing you to stay. Tyrell was very obvious about his lack of faith in your unwillingness to cannibalize them and informally ordered you to stick near Carlos.

Carlos didn’t mind to be honest. Though, it was a little perturbing to see the way your flesh loosely hung on in some places. He tried his best to be polite and not stare as it’d be “ungentlemanly” of him.

You served to be pretty helpful in the RPD, keeping an eye out for anything he might’ve missed (zombies or items.) You even took a few solid hits for him which may have left you a little more gory in some places over before- but Carlos just appreciated the gesture.

“So, tell me, how’d you end up like that?”

“…”

“Oh right. Can’t talk. Sorry.”

A simple nod or shake of your head was enough to satisfy any base questions he had for you– plus his quips about certain events like the locked doors kept the mood light and cheery.

It was honestly a lot of easy communication between you two- Carlos read you very well and normally a simple tug on his arm or small grunt would do the trick if he truly missed something.

Carlos did ask some weird things though-

“Can you like.. see outta the hanging eyeball?”

You didn’t really think about it before but now that you focused on it- you really couldn’t. With an experimental prod, Carlos watched in horror as you pushed it back into its socket to see that’d change anything. It didn’t but it was worth a shot.

He (somewhat disturbed, somewhat politely) asked you never do anything like that in front of him again.

Fair enough.

Chris Redfield

This entire mansion situation was completely overwhelming for Chris- everything was so out of place and nothing made sense. Grappling with the concept of zombies being a real thing, Umbrella Corp actually being tied to this goddamn place somehow and the Bravo Team being completely wiped out along with his other colleagues being God knows where was just getting too much to handle.

Maybe that's why he didn't even take a second glance at you when you rolled a flashlight next to him as he sat on the ground of the grimy hallway.

It took him a second to fully process what just happened- his eyes running over the slimy flesh of your body that looked rotten and gross. You just simply stared back at him, hollow eyes in hollow sockets waiting for a response.

“.. Hello?”

You waved back in response, watching as Chris’ face cringed as your bones cracked and popped from the movement.

“That's new. Most of your friends seem to not be interested in conversation, eh?”

Chris was pretty sure he was losing it- he knew he should be grabbing his gun and getting rid of this thing in front of him before it attacked instead of making conversation. Yet something felt different about this one.

You nodded your head slowly and made trepidatious steps towards Chris. Testing his willingness to let you near- he did move his hand near his knife, which you took as a warning and stepped back.

He looked down at the flashlight you rolled towards his side and palmed it. It was essentially a gift- and you didn't seem to want to harm him.

“Listen. I need help finding my friends. They're somewhere in this mansion. This place is just so confusing to get through- will you help me out?”

You seemed to hesitate for a second, feet lingering in place as if trying to see if it was a trap. Chris almost found it funny, the both of you unsure of the other and still needing help to get out of here in one piece.

You gave a weary nod to him before stepping closer and offering your hand to help him up.

Chris shuddered a little as he felt the bone through your frail, decaying flesh and pulled himself up with your help.

An odd duo you two made, but certainly two is better than one in this situation.

#ari's writing #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil headcanons #resident evil hcs #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #claire redfield #claire redfield x reader #jill valentine #jill valentine x reader #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveria x reader #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader

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everlastlady · 1 year

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Helluva Boss X Birthday Reader. 🎂

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☕ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Welcome back to another story a very special birthday story because tomorrow is my birthday! I'll be 21 years old which I'll be celebrating with my friends. But this post is also for my birthday people out there who's birthday is either today, coming up, or already passed. If you enjoyed this story then please comment, like, or reblog. Also icons were made by me please don't re upload or edit over but feel free to use.

☕Word Count: 3429.

☕Fandom: Helluva Boss

☕Characters: Striker, Jesse, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, & Verosika.

☕Question Of The Day: When Is Your Birthday?

☕Author's Answer: June 8th

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Striker: Hooray! It was your birthday and you were excited you look over to see your partner Striker wasn’t in bed. But when the door opens you see Striker walking in singing you happy birthday while carrying a tray of homemade breakfast. He sat down and kissed you on the lips. “ Happy birthday, darlin’! “ Striker placed a kiss on your lips and set the tray on your lap. You loved how the breakfast looked and smelled. Striker was a good cook you wouldn’t lie so you were glad that your boyfriend made you breakfast in bed. “ So what does my pumpkin, wanna do on their big day? “ Striker asked while he watched you eating the food. You swallowed the pancakes and picked up the napkin and wipe your mouth. “ I was thinking we could go out to lunch and maybe just go on a nice walk. Just do something relaxing since I know we have been both working hard. “ You said. Striker smiled and kissed your head. “ Okay sweetheart, we’ll do just that just tell me where ya wanna eat and we’ll go there. “ Striker pecks you on the lips and stood up to go shower. After finishing breakfast, you decided to join Striker in that shower and helped each other get dressed. Striker whips out his phone and took a picture with you. “ I’ll take plenty more today. “ Striker gave you another kiss as the two of you left. Striker took you out to your favorite place to eat. Striker had his tail wrapped around your waist and you did the same with your tail while the two of you held hands. Striker smiled at you while the both of you took your seat. Since it was your birthday the waitress brought you a small cupcake and you thanked her. You and Striker ordered your food and ate. Striker took plenty of pictures since he wanted you and him to remember this day. After lunch, the two of you held hands and walked together in the park. “ Every year you get more beautiful. “ Striker said while he kissed your cheek. “ So do you want a birthday cake or anything else? Because I plan on making you a birthday dinner. “ Striker said while picking up a cool-looking rock and putting it in his pocket. You looked at your boyfriend with a sweet smile that could melt his heart and you nodded. “ A cake would be nice, can we bake it together? “ You asked. Striker smiled and chuckled. “ Of course darlin’ let’s go to the store and get what we need. “ He said.

You and Striker walked to the store. You decided to ride in the shopping cart which Striker didn’t mind he found it adorable so he pushed you around in the shopping cart as you placed what you both would need for tonight in the shopping cart. “ I’m glad I got paid well for my last target. “ Striker said in a low whisper towards you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled and got out of the cart as you watched Striker pay for the items. The two of you loaded everything into your car and then drove home. Striker brought the bags inside and wanted you to relax since it was your birthday. You spent the rest of the evening in cozy pajamas and watching whatever you wanted on TV. You weren’t allowed in the kitchen since Striker was cooking but if you needed something you would just shout for your hybrid Imp boyfriend. Striker had snuck past you and into the bedroom, he grabbed something from underneath the bed and snuck back into the kitchen where he then set the table. Striker called you into the kitchen and you stood up. Stepping into the kitchen you saw that Striker had made your favorite meal. “ Striker this is amazing. “ You said and walked over to place a kiss on his cheek. Striker chuckled and pulled you close enjoying the kisses you placed on his cheek. “ Anything for my darlin’ so ready to dig in? “ Striker said with a smirk. You nodded and quickly sat down eating which made Striker laugh, he was glad that you were enjoying the food. After dinner, Striker grabbed something from underneath the table that made you cock your head. “ Here you go darlin’. “ Striker smiled.You grabbed the large wrapped gift and opened it. You saw that Striker had gotten you something that you took a special interest in. “ Striker thank you. “ You softly said. Striker stood up and walked over, he placed a hand on your shoulder. “ Happy birthday (Y/N). “

Jesse: Your boyfriend Jesse was excited that it was your birthday. Because he had made some plans to make your day the special first thing he did was make you breakfast. He also got you a lovely birthday outfit. He gave you a gift which was a necklace with your zodiac sign on it. “ Happy birthday babe. “ He helped you put on the necklace and the two of you shared a kiss. Jesse had gotten dressed up slipping on his leather jacket he was glad that he had gotten back from you since you tend to take his hoodies or jackets to wear because you loved his smell and loved how warm it made you. So he thought about getting you a leather jacket soon, maybe that would make a great Christmas gift. Jesse grabbed your hand and the two of you walked outside. Jesse handed you a helmet as the two of you got on his motorcycle. And riding through the Lust ring. Jesse had taken you out to a garden cafe in the Pride ring. “ I’ll wear the flower crown. “ Jesse said with a small chuckle as you handed him the flower crown. Jesse made sure to get you anything you wanted on the menu; he wanted your special day to be special. Jesse then took you shopping at a small store where he bought you a couple of outfits especially a nice one because he planned on taking you out to Ozzie’s tonight. You had always wanted to go but the policy was always couples only but now that you and Jesse were now dating so now you could go there with him. The two of you dropped the bags off back home. Exhausted from a good meal and walking around the two of you took a nap while you lay on top of Jesse’s chest. He rubs your back while you were sleeping and he soon fell asleep but set an alarm so that you two wouldn’t miss your birthday dinner. After waking up from a peaceful nap with your boyfriend. Both of you got ready and wore similar matching outfits, Jesse decided to drive the car instead of using the motorcycle. You held onto Jesse’s arm as the two of you walked into Ozzie’s your eyes lit up seeing how beautiful the place was. “ Heh, I come here a lot to work and yet this place is still beautiful but not as beautiful as you. “ Jesse kissed your cheek and the two of you walked to your table and sat down.

You picked up the menu as Jesse orders you both a drink. “ I was thinking after this we could go on a walk. “ Jesse said and looked at you. “ I would like that Jess. “ You smiled and both of you would drink and watch the performers on the stage. The two of you enjoyed a meal while Jesse would take time to compliment you and tell you how much he adored you. After drinking and eating the two of you took a stroll in the park. You held onto Jesse’s arm and walked into the park with him. Jesse would stop to pick up any pretty flower he had seen to hand it to you. “ I hope your birthday was good (Y/N). “ Jesse rubs the back of his neck. You gave his hand a little squeeze and smiled. “ Of course I enjoyed it not because of the gifts and dinner. But because I was with the guy that I love. “ You said. This made Jesse’s heart flutter and he stopped walking. He pulled you close and kissed you underneath the stars. You kissed back wrapping your arms around his neck. The two of you share a passionate and loving kiss. You and Jesse went back home, took a nice shower together, and then lay in bed together. The two of you snuggling in bed and watching a movie. “ Happy birthday (Y/N) “ Jesse said as he saw you were asleep and kissed your head.

Asmodeus: You woke up to slam of the bedroom door. You jumped as loud music played and the people who worked for your husband Asmodeus had come into the bedroom with different sizes of gifts. Asmodeus stepped into the room and walked towards you. “ Happy birthday my little sweet rose. “ Asmodeus kissed you then snapped his fingers as the music stopped playing. “ Today is all about you and I made sure to spoil you a lot. “ Asmodeus nuzzled you and you smiled. Your boyfriend Asmodeus could be quite extra but you loved him. You were excited to see what he had planned. “ Now go ahead and open your gifts. You don’t have to open them all since there is a lot because I saw so many things that reminded me of you, that you needed, or that you would like. “ He said laughing. You smiled and started to open presents as Asmodeus watched you gasp in excitement at the gifts he had gotten you, especially a rose quartz ring. “ That outfit right there is for your party tonight. I made sure to hire the best caters and told them to prepare their favorite foods and desserts. “ Asmodeus smiled but then frowned. “ I hope they make it taste good and make it look good or else… “ He said in a dark tone. You stood up and walked over kissing Asmodeus on the cheek. “ And don’t worry I made sure to invite all our friends. “ He held you close on his lap. “ Now let’s go eat breakfast. “ Asmodeus gave you a peck on the lips and you two walked out of the bedroom to go get some breakfast. You enjoyed the breakfast that was made while Asmodeus talked about how the party will be. After breakfast, you and Asmodeus took a stroll through his rose garden. “ Beautiful just like these roses. “ Asmodeus smiled and looked at you. The man had sacrificed a lot when he asked you out when he had asked you to marry him. But he told people and even apologized that love and lust can exist in one. The party was being set up so you and Asmodeus took a bath together, then helped each other get ready. “ We both are the hottest people in Hell. And we’ll be the hottest people at your party. “ Asmodeus gave you a loving squeeze and the two of you walked downstairs for the party.

You had fun chatting and drinking with your friends. You looked at the food with amazement as your mouth waters. Asmodeus watched you with a smile. He was glad that you were happy with the party. After opening gifts and listening to your friends sing happy birthday to you. You stepped outside while everyone else parties. Looking up at the stars, you smiled. You like parties but you would describe yourself as a battery you could only handle so much until you had to recharge. You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Asmodeus. “ Everyone is going home now. I know that you have always been a battery my little battery hehe. But I made sure the party would end early so we could relax. “ He said with a smile. You turn around and hug Asmodeus. The two of you put away the gifts you got and then took another relaxing bath together. You changed into your pajamas and you could hear the blow dryer. You sat on the bed and Asmodeus came out brushing his fur and looked at you. “ I hope today was special my little rose. “ He leaned down and kissed you. “ Happy birthday (Y/N), I love you. “ Asmodeus and you spent the rest of the night cuddling in the bed and relaxing.

Fizzarolli: You were sleeping peacefully in bed until you felt some weight on you and heard someone purring? You open your eyes to see your husband Fizzarolli looking at you. “ What are you dreaming about hotcakes? “ You rolled your eyes playfully and hit him with the pillow and he rolled off the bed then jumped up. “ Happy birthday! “ Fizzarolli yelled and kissed you all over your face as you laughed. “ You may be getting older but you are still as beautiful as the day I met you. “ Fizzarolli sat down on the bed. “ I tried to cook but I brunt our favorite pan. “ He said in a low whisper. “ But let me treat you to breakfast! “ He held onto you and you looked at him. “ Fine but next time you want to cook maybe watch a video or pick up a cookbook. “ You said and kissed his head. “ Then I guess buying a cake would be smarter? “ He said looking at you. You nodded your head and smiled. You knew Fizz couldn’t cook so you both usually went out to eat or you would cook. And Fizzarolli loved your cooking, but since it was your special day he wasn’t going to let you cook. “ Let me go get your gift. “ Fizzarolli stood up and opened the closet and stepped inside. You sat there on the bed stretching as you were in your underwear and wearing one of Fizzarolli’s t-shirts. “ Here this for you. “ Fizzarolli set a neatly wrapped green gift on your lap. You open it and smiled seeing that Fizzarolli made a scrapbook. You open the book to see the pictures of all the memories that you shared with him. You smiled and kissed Fizarolli, he kissed you back and grinned. “ Now get up and let’s get dressed so we can celebrate your birthday. “ Fizzarolli pulled you out of the bed and you went to go take your shower and slipped into a nice outfit. Fizzarolli got ready himself while you threw out the burnt pan. “ How did he put a hole in it? “ You said in shock and toss the pan into the trash. Fizzarolli walked out all dressed up. The two of you held hands and left the house. “ We should go to the diner where we first met. “ Fizzarolli suggested. “ If you want to though because it’s your day babe. “ Fizzarolli said smiling. You smiled and took Fizzarolli’s hand, walking towards the diner. The two of you entered the diner and waved at the old lady cat demon who served you and Fizzarlli on your first date here. It’s also where you used to work and how you met Fizz.

You sat down with Fizz as the old lady cat demon walked up. “ Happy birthday kid want the birthday special? “ She asked smiling. You smiled back and nodded your head as Fizzarolli just wanted some blueberry cakes and chocolate shake. “ Got it. “ The old lady walked as Fizzarolli smiled and rested his hand on top of yours. “ You look so beautiful today. How did I get so lucky to have the most beautiful and heartfelt demon in Hell. “ Fizzarolli kissed your hand and smiled. The two of you enjoyed the breakfast and took pictures. After leaving the diner. Fizzarolli took you shopping and to different spots in the Pride ring. “ Ooh matching necklaces. “ Fizzarolli stared at the necklaces that you had picked up. “ Yeah, it’s cute. “ You smiled and Fizzarolli grinned. He bought you the necklace. You helped each other put on the necklace as you both didn’t hear a familiar voice yell prude. Fizzarolli held your hand and the two of you continued to walk while enjoying the day. “ This is pretty good. “ You and Fizzarolli sat at the park underneath a tree and were eating pizza while watching the sunset. “ Yeah because you would have burnt the pizza. “ You said with a small laugh. Fizzarolli rolled his eyes. “ I’ll get better at cooking one day. Let’s go buy your cake and head home. “ He said smiling. But you had a different idea. You dragged Fizzarolli to the store and the two of you bought some stuff to bake a cake. Fizzarolli thought it was sweet that you wanted to bake your birthday cake with him more importantly you wanted to teach him how to bake. So when back at home the two of you baked the cake and Fizzarlli paid close attention. Once the cake was done, cooled down, and frosted. Fizzarolli added on the candles and sang happy birthday to you. You smiled and blew out the candles and Fizzarolli looked at you with a sweet smile. “ Happy Birthday (Y/N). “ He said smiling and getting ready to cut the cake with you.

Verosika: You woke to the smell of something sweet and something s bit heavy being rested on your lap. You open your eyes and sat up. “ Happy birthday cutie. “ You heard a sweet alluring voice. You smiled and looked at your girlfriend Verosika who was holding a plate of strawberry shortcake pancakes. You looked over to see the large pink gift on your lap. “ Thank you, baby. “ You said. . And you kissed Verosika, you reached over and opened the gift to see that she had gotten you a jewelry set and some outfits. “ You’re going to have a special day cutie so eat up, clean up, and get dressed. “ She kissed you and then walked off she was already dressed. You sat there happily eating the food and watching some TV. After finishing breakfast; you got out of bed and took a shower. You tried on the outfit that Verosika got you along with some of the jewelry. You walked outside as Verosika was waiting in the car for you with Vortex. “ Look at you!!! I could just eat you up though I might do that later tonight~ “ Verosika said and winked. You blushed and got into the car with Verosika as she had Vortex take you two out to the shopping center where Verosika spoiled you and watched you try on outfits. She took many photos of the two of you having fun. She took you to different dessert shops. She then treated you to the spa where the two of you relaxed and talked. “ Anything else you want for your birthday cutie pie? “ Verosika asked while she lay there getting her back massaged. “ No, I think I’m good but thank you for this wonderful day baby. “ You smiled and felt relaxed as your back was also getting massaged. After finishing up the two of you went to the flower shop and Verosika bought you some red, pink, and black roses. She kissed your cheek and took a picture. The two of you drove back home and stepped inside. You and Verosika baked your birthday cake and had fun throwing flour at each other and eating frosting from the spoon.

You placed the cake in the oven. And walked into the living room with Verosika, you both ordered some pizza and sat on the couch cuddling while watching a movie. “ I swear romance movies try too hard nowadays. It’s like cmon stop trying to act all cool and relatable. “ Verosika said and sighed. “ At least the movie I starred in blew up we sold millions. “ She smirked and cuddled you close. You chuckled softly you found it cute how passionate Verosika was with what she loved makes you wonder why that bastard Blitzo decided to hurt/leave her. Hearing the ding from the oven, you and Verosika smiled at each other and jumped off the couch, running to the kitchen. She took the cake out of the oven and the two of you let it cool before frosting and decorating it. Verosika did a little doodle of her kissing your cheek and you added on the candles. She sang happy birthday to you and then got a video of you blowing out your candles. She giggled and smiled. “ Happy birthday (Y/N). “ She said. The two of you watch a movie while eating cake and cuddling. And of course, Verosika’s phone was blowing up with people telling you happy birthday as well.

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Cause Baby You’re My Muse [Chapter 11]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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“Hold on!” You removed the headphones and put on your mask before going to the studio door. After the boys separated to do their stuff for the night, after dinner, you were continuing to work in the studio.

“Oh, Jongho.” You were surprised to see the youngest standing there, assuming that he was joining some of the boys for a drink outside on the deck.

“I thought you would still be here. Can I come in?” He asked.

“Of course.” You walked in with him behind you. You were aware of the difference in his tone and demeanour. There was something different and you noticed throughout the whole day of doing guide recordings with the boys. Yesterday’s production track was good enough so Hongjoong had wanted to jump into guide recordings right away.

Today was spent doing various guide recordings as a group, as units and as individuals. When it was Jongho’s turn, you immediately noticed that something was not right.

“What’s up?” You asked as you sat down in your seat and he took the seat next to you.

“I was just wondering if it is okay if I record my part again? And the adlibs.” He rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

“Sure.” You didn’t question further, pulling the recordings up from earlier in the day. Jongho bowed his head and went into the small recording booth. You watched him do some warm ups before putting the headphones on.

“Can you hear me?” You spoke into the microphone. He nodded with a thumbs up as he adjusted the volume coming through. He tested the microphone with some vocalisations.

“Loud and clear.” You told him.

Jongho wanted to record all his parts again, which was almost the entire song. You weren’t tired since all you had to do was record and lay the vocals over the instrumentals. But you were worried about him straining himself too much.

“Playing back.” You spoke, turning the microphone off and letting him hear his vocal recording. His facial expression was serious, he had a frown on his face as he tapped his finger against the stand. You watched him shake his head with a disappointed look on his face.

“Jongho? Could you step out for a minute, please?” You requested. He blinked, confused by your sudden request but complied, leaving the headphones and coming out.

“Sit.” You patted the empty seat that he sat in earlier. He plopped down in the seat, posture stiff with his hands resting on his knees.

“Is everything okay?” You asked.

“Everything is... fine.”

“You seem frustrated with your recordings, not just now during the re-recording but also earlier today. I noticed that you were not in your best condition. So tell me, what’s wrong?” You tried to coax him.

“I don’t know. I just feel like I haven’t been perfect so I want to be. I don’t want to be lacking and causing my hyungs to suffer.” He confessed.

“What makes you think you have been lacking at all?” You tilted your head. You knew that Jongho was the most private out of the boys. He wasn’t one to openly share and express his feelings with other people. Affection wasn’t something he showed. But you didn’t want to push him too much, he could share with you whatever he felt comfortable with sharing.

“You know the hyungs do well with dancing and they’re all very good looking. I don’t have the looks or dance skills, I can only rely on my vocals. I’ve just been thinking that my best isn’t good enough.” He tried his best to explain.

“Jongho, I think you need to give yourself more credit. Your vocals are one of a kind, unmatched.” You told him.

“It’s honestly dumb...” He shook his head.

“It’s not. Because I know how you feel. I’m like that with every beat, melody, track that I compose. As artists, we are all perfectionists.” You refuted.

“You are talented and valuable to this team in your own unique way, you’re irreplaceable. If everyone had the same set of skills, this group, this world, would be a very boring place.” You chuckled.

“Agreed.” He nodded.

“Trust me, Jongho. You’re doing great.” You patted his hand encouragingly. You were glad that he felt like he could share this with you.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. We all need a little verbal encouragement every now and then.” You giggled as the both of you stood up. Jongho surprised you by suddenly hugging you.

“You’re doing great too.” He said softly. Behind your mask, a small smile formed as you lightly put your arms around him to reciprocate the hug. When he pulled away from the hug, his ears were bright red. He coughed, looking away and refusing to meet your eyes.

“G-Goodnight. You should go to bed and not work too long.” He spoke.

“I’ll finish up soon.” You promised. Jongho nodded, bowing awkwardly before ascending up the stairs and leaving the studio.

“Indigo! No more working. Come upstairs.” Wooyoung came marching down. You looked at him then ignored him by turning back to your computer and putting on your headphones.

“Get her.” You didn’t hear Wooyoung’s command whoever was with him. But soon, you felt someone remove your headphones and lift you up.

“No!” You gripped onto the desk like a cat. But your strength was no match for San, who easily lifted you up.

“San! Put me down or I swear, you will have ZERO lines for the next Ateez song.” You threatened. That actually caused him to falter a little, contemplating whether to put you down. “Don’t let her intimidate you, San ah!” Wooyoung slapped his best friend’s arm.

“Okay, okay, you win. But before I go with you, can I at least let me save my work first?” You negotiated. San turned to Wooyoung, who nodded in approval. You leaned over and saved all your work and notes before shutting down the system. After that, San still lifted you up bridal style and carry you up the stairs. You slung your arms around his neck.

“Is the carrying still necessary even though I agreed to go with you?” You raised an eyebrow at the two of them.

“In case you run away.” San replied. However, when the 3 of you arrived at the living room, it was dark. There was no sound or movement, which you assumed meant that the others had gone to bed.

“There we go.” San softly put you down on your feet, making sure you were steady before letting you go. You looked around in confusion.

“What’s going o-”

“SURPRISE!” The lights turned on and all the boys jumped up with their arms in the air, there was popping of champagne. They all wore party hats. You didn’t know what was going on until Mingi and Yunho held up a banner.

‘HAPPY 100 DAYS WITH ATEEZ, PROD. INDIGO!’

Your eyes widened, has it already been 100 days? You were not sure if you were shocked by how long or how short it has been. On one hand, 100 days seemed like a lot of time has passed and yet, the busy days have made it seem like time has passed too quickly.

“Surprised? It was my idea.” Wooyoung nudged you.

“It was all of our ideas.” Jongho rolled his eyes. Wooyoung hugged you, kissing your temple. But surprisingly, you didn’t push him away. You wrapped your arms around him, hiding your face in his sweater.

“Why? Why?” He was shocked by your actions. You felt all the boys staring at you as Wooyoung pulled away slightly, cupping your face.

“WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!” He yelled in shock.

“Jung Wooyoung, look at what you did!” Seonghwa came over and took you from Wooyoung to cradle you. He stroked your head, while everyone scolded Wooyoung for supposedly making you cry.

“ME?!”

“It’s okay. Don’t cry.” The motherlike nature of Seonghwa came out immediately as he comforted you.

“Sorry, I just... all the emotions was suddenly very overwhelming but thank you. Thank you all for this.” You spoke. Hongjoong grabbed a tissue to gently wipe your teary eyes.

“I want all of you to know how much you mean to me, even if it has only been 100 days. Couldn’t ask for better people to work with.” You smiled.

“Aww.” Yunho bounded over to you and hugged you tightly, reminding you of his golden retriever persona. His body towered over yours, making you laugh. Soon, one by one, the Ateez members all hugged you except Jongho. Despite his hyungs teasing him, you weren’t going to reveal that he was the first to hug you earlier in the studio.

“Pabo yah, don’t cry anymore.” Hongjoong patted your head. You knew how protective Hongjoong had become of you. He saw you as his little sister that he wanted to take care of.

“I won’t.” You replied. The last person to hug was Mingi. Mingi suddenly felt shy and awkward to hug you with the others around.

“Why are you so stiff?” Yunho teased.

“Thank you for your hardwork.” Mingi smiled down at you, enveloping you in his arms. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, patting his back. Mingi prayed you couldn’t hear how fast his heart was racing.

“I didn’t even realise it has been 100 days.” You confessed, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Your candles are half gone.” Yeosang stated. You invited all the boys to help you blow out the half melted ‘100′ candles on the cake.

“Let me cut the cake and give it out.” You grabbed the plastic knife to start removing the melted wax that fell on the top of the cake. You began to cut the cake into slices for everyone to eat.

“Here you go.” A champagne flute was placed in front of you with a straw in it. You lifted the glass to clink with everyone before taking a sip. As you watched them drink, your mind went to the Wanteez drunkteez episode, making you subconsciously let out a small giggle.

“What’s so funny?” San asked as he ate a bite of cake.

“Just wondering if I’m going to be watching that episode of Wanteez live.” You chuckled. San knew what you were talking about and immediately blushed, pursing his lips.

“What?” The others were confused.

“Drunkteez.” Was all you had to say before yells and whines of protests were thrown at you.

“You should know that was just for show! It wasn’t real.” Hongjoong replied. Yeosang raised an eyebrow before shaking his head.

“Sure, you totally weren’t trying to go home by putting your head in that bucket and balancing milk on your head.” You scoffed. Hongjoong threatened to hit you, making you duck behind Jongho.

“I was fine.” Jongho shrugged nonchalantly.

“The loudness is what gets you when they’re drunk. Try getting them to stop singing sad ballads at the top of their lungs.” Yeosang sighed at the memory. Mingi nodded in agreement, he was one of the mostly sober ones after that episode shoot, and had to help Yeosang with taking care of the other much more drunk members.

“It’s just one bottle of champagne. We aren’t going to get drunk.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes and slung his arm around your neck.

“Thanks again for doing this for me. I really appreciate it. And I also wanted to say thank you for all the hardwork you’ve been putting in the past couple of days.” You said with a bow.

“Yay!”

“You worked hard too!” They all cheered.

There was a warmth in your chest. The fact that Ateez remembered and are celebrating your 100th day with them, while you barely even remembered and celebrated your own birthday, really meant something to you.

“Well, we have two more days until we leave so let’s make the best of it.” You held your glass up.

“Let’s do this!” Everyone followed suit and lifted their own glasses. All of you downed the remainder of the champagne. After that, the boys split up to clear up the living room and do the dishes

“I can help with the dishes.” You offered.

“No need, it just a few plates and glasses. Go sit. Take a breather.” San nodded over to the couch. You nodded in defeat, shuffling over to the big couch and sitting down. Hongjoong yawned and came over, laying his head on your lap. You weren’t bothered, looking at your phone.

“Go sleep, Joong.” You said after hearing his yawn again.

“Don’t want to!” He protested like a child. You lifted a hand over his forehead, threatening to hit him.

“I dare you.” He squinted his eyes as he looked up at you. You rolled your eyes with a scoff and leaned back against the couch. As much as he was the captain and “father figure”, he could really act one of the kids.

“And... Joong?” He suddenly brought up.

“Gee, that took you a while to process, maybe you’re more sleep deprived than I thought.” You joked and he flicked your knee but didn’t say anything further.

“Can I call you Indi (pronounced: Indy) then?” He requested. You nodded with a shrug, no one has called you that but why not?

“On our last day, what should we do? To commemorate the end of Ateez’s first song camp?” Hongjoong asked. You shrugged again, making him scowl at you for not helping.

“What? I’m not good at planning these social things. What is a good social activity to do? I heard there’s a nice lake where locals go to, let’s go there for the boys play. Then for dinner, we could do a big barbeque outside. We had barbeque but it was done indoors on the first night. ” You suggested. Hongjoong nodded, seemingly considering your idea.

“That’s a good idea actually. End work early and go have fun. See? You are good at planning these things.” He smirked.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. Hongjoong flicked you again at his tone.

“Stop doing that! One more time and I’m gonna push you off if you do that again. And you know I will do it.” You threatened. From your bickering with Hongjoong, the others came over.

“He’s bullying me!” You complained.

“You guys are noisy, go wash up and go to bed. Both of you need sleep.” Seonghwa chased the two of you upstairs.

You went to your room and took a nice shower before changing into your sleepwear. It was nice to not have to wear your mask for a bit with your door locked. You rolled around your bed.

“It’s so late... Haneul is probably sleeping.” You said to yourself when you checked the time on your phone. Instead, you opened your laptop and replied to some emails and private messages that came in the past two days that you’ve been busy.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Coming!” You grabbed the mask off the nightstand and wore it, going to unlock the door. You were surprised to see Wooyoung there with a big grin on his face.

“What’s up, Wooyoung?” You asked. He happily entered your room, faling onto your bed with open arms.

“I wanted to spend time with you. We had any solo time to talk.” He turned to you, wriggling until he was under the covers. You were a little stunned, not expecting him to suddenly appear at your door to talk to you.

“Sure.” You welcomed it. Wooyoung was one of the first people you met at KQ and you cherished the friendship you had with him.

“How have you been? And I’m not just talking about work.” He asked as you slipped under the blanket once you kept your laptop aside. It felt like textbook best friends at a sleepover.

“Alright, I guess. Besides you and Hongjoong, I think I’m getting close with the other members at individual members.”

“That’s great! But it’ll always be me first, right?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No one will take your place, Wooyoung.” You assured with a chuckle and he smiled triumphantly. Although, you didn’t directly agree that he was first. There was no first, you didn’t play favourites with the boys.

“I have a little brother, Kyungmin. Our age gap is rather big but he is so cute. He just started school not too long ago.” Wooyoung took his phone out. He had an endearing smile on his face as he looked for the picture of his little brother to show you. You held the phone to see the picture of Kyungmin, it was obvious that Wooyoung adores his younger brother.

“That’s so cute.” You nodded at the picture of Wooyoung smushing his cheek against Kyungmin’s.

“Right?! He is so cute. I told him he will always be cute to me, no matter how old he is. But he’s growing up too fast.” Wooyoung giggled. You knew exactly what he was talking about. You felt the same with Haneul.

“What about you, Wooyoung? How have you been?” You finally got a chance to ask him back the same question.

“I’m alright too. But I think some times I just let the negativity affect me too much. I have a brave front and an easy personality on camera but it gets hard.”

“Everyone’s always going to be a critic and try to knock you down. I think you’re amazing just the way you are.” You looked at him. Wooyoung knew that you were smiling at him through your eyes.

“It’s okay to be honest with yourself and your feelings. No one is expecting you to always be smiling and happy.” You patted his hand.

“Thanks, Indigo.” He smiled softly.

Somehow, Wooyoung ended up sleeping in your bed. You didn’t have the heart to wake him so you let him be. You have fallen asleep around him and on him a few times anyway. But since you couldn’t sleep, you snuck out of your room with the intention to go to the studio.

“I don’t know. Even Eden hyung has been chasing me and Hongjoong hyung has been having to help pick up my slack.” You heard Mingi talking to Yunho as you walked past. For some reason, you felt compelled to listen.

“Don’t you usually have your notes and references that you use when you’re writing and composing?” Yunho asked back.

“I do but nothing is working out, Yunho ah. It’s like the lyrics aren’t forming in my head like they used to anymore.” Mingi sighed. You frowned slightly, sad to hear Mingi say that.

“You told Hongjoong hyung? What did he say?” Yunho replied.

“He said I’m probably just having writer’s block and that I’ll get over it. But I haven’t been able to write for a bar of rap. It’s stressing me out.” Mingi said.

“Do you have a lot on your mind? You could be distracted by something else that’s why you’re not focused on the lyric writing.” Yunho theorised. Mingi didn’t reply to that.

You turned around and went back into your room, deciding not to go to the studio to work anymore. You stared at the ceiling, worried about Mingi. He told you lyric writing was going well when you chatted with him the other night and you thought your conversations with him were honest.

So, why did he lie to you?

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florallylly · 18 days

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side a: eddie munson

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side b side b: steve harrington

explanation post

just going to go straight to my very very stream of consciousness commentary about each song but i want to clarify that i'm an eddie munson is dirty and gross truther and also i hate that rat man (endearing). so yes it might play into some of my thoughts

some songs are kind of vibe-y and you can tell when my explanations start getting contrived and bad but bear with me. i DO have some specific keystone songs idc KEYSTONE i love the word ok anyway

“I” Black Sabbath; eddie munson you are a LOSER with OPINIONS we get it. like yes you are so persecuted by everyone sure you’re going to prove us all wrong

“Heaven and Hell” Black Sabbath; tbh added to match with heaven/hell in the other playlist, but somehow it’s kind of giving munson doctrine to me. literally googled and supposedly it’s about like band kids (??) but i think just like “the world is full of kings and queens/who blind your eyes and steal your dreams” i can literally hear eddie munson quoting it

“Fade to Black” Metallica; UGH why are there so many long periods of silence at the beginning and end of these songs. but just adding to the eddie munson i’m so outcast bad boy drug dealer thing and like. had to have metallica

“I Don’t Wanna Be Me” Type O Negative; idk if anyone can tell that i think eddie is a big dramatic loser who thinks he’s the main character (endearing?) like I AM RIGHT…

“skins” The Haunting; okay this song is saur…. like normal people scare me i’m such a freak coded

“Nosferatu” Blue Oyster Cult; a nod to Eddie Munson being a BIG LOSER NERD. ugh whatever honestly parallels a lot of kas theory fic imo, like innocent maiden steve offering his blood to vampire eddie … why have i read it several times over. in my head, this is like. eddie munson having a dirty dirty loser fantasy about king steve

“Teenage Dirtbag” Wheatus; need I say more……….

“The Sun Always Shines on T.V.” a-ha; yeah… YEAH. it’s a steve song on here. i like tried to do this thing where on each playlist there are keystone songs and this is one of them. like, the song that’s in the other’s genre is the moment they fall in love even if they don’t realize it yet. but re: the song like it’s so eddie having this realization that when he was picturing king steve, he only saw him through snapshots and now that he’s live and an actual tangible human it’s different. like LIKE

“18” Anarbor; tbh i am trying so hard to add some of these songs bc they are so quintessential to me and my connection of music to fandom, BUT IDK…. ITS HARD…. but yeah it’s very steve harrington would never really want to be with me, i’m such a bad boy. okay….

“Poison” Alice Cooper; eddie munson ur horny . eddie munson we’re sworn enemies like ur a jock and i’m a nerd and like could i light my cigarette with ur cock please please

“Falling In Love” Scorpions; “falling in love, it happens to me every day” okay eddie munson i did NOT see u doodling hearts around steve’s name in the fourth grade

“Around the Fur” Deftones; i do not know why but for some reason feeling like steve still hanging around his old crowd, and eddie getting all weird about it. IDK !! does it not just feel so eddie munson

“Closet” Fleshwater; an interlude-y song here kind of an angsty moment for eddie

“I Was Made For Loving You” KISS; SECOND KEYSTONE SONG…. this song signals the first time they sleep together. i am so sorry eddie munson but this music actually DOES give me migraines but i tried very hard

“Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)” Deftones; eddie’s dreams about leaving hawkins and becoming famous. just in general his wishes to be somewhere he’s wanted and where he belongs. idk i feel like it’s eddie talking about all of these grand plans for his future and turning to steve and being like “and what about you?” and steve doesn’t have an answer.

“Covet” Basement; “you are everything/my most demanding dream” like like like eddie munson loving and hating that he’s in love with steve harrington who is hawkins to the bone and seems determined to die there.

“Ghosts” Scarlet House; in my head this is eddie munson angsting after seeing steve hanging around nancy wheeler or robin buckley depending on when exactly we’re setting this. but it’s very woe is me i’m lost without you. idk it could literally even just be they fought and steve is at the grocery store chilling and eddie munson is literally frothing at the mouth sobbing in his van

“Saturnine Saturnalia” VV; “there is no end to the hurting/i love you” saturnalia was a roman festival where they indulged in mischief and partying and whatnot. feeling like at this point, even if it’s fake, even if it ends up hurting me, i’ll take whatever i can get kind of feeling. maybe it’s like realizing he won’t be free of hawkins unless he lets go of steve or thinking that he’s just a stop on the way to a white picket fence. and i think that maybe this is the moment when eddie begins to realize how deeply he feels for steve.

“Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want” Deftones; PLEASE LET THE MAN GET WHAT HE WANTS !!! FOR ONCE !!! he is out here every single day dealing drugs PLEASE give him a sexy passenger princess to come with him on deals

“Black Butterflies and Deja Vu” The Maine; ik it’s a jump scare but KEYSTONE SONG…. the moment when they admit they’ve fallen in love. this is their aha moment. their AHA! moment not a-ha… but yeah…. eddie munson finally being like wait i’m in love with steve harrington and idk for how long but i’m in trouble

the future holds IDK ... just this part took me this long so PLEASE spare me i literally wrote this out on my notes app

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #FORGET THE FORMATTING #i'm not aesthetically inclined like #i literally suck okay i have three different colors of metal in my bedroom #but anyways i feel like u can tell how much i think eddie is a pathetic little loser #like he's just a GUY u guys he's just a pathetic GUY #and yeah he gets pretty intense about steve real quick in my head #but he's so busy doubting everything and generally being a nuisance to himself that he barely even notices #it kind of just becomes him without him realizing #if there are typos or whatnot no there aren't

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spoilers for part 2 murim arc +++

while i understand that the common take on sui is that by far he's more or less a flat character that the author doesn't really know what to do with and hence uses him as more or less of a laugh track — and while i think that's hilarious, i also think there's deefinitely a little more to it from where that came from.

i also desperately want you to keep in mind that almost everything that kim roksoo - now cale has learnt is directly from his experiences at team 1 under soohyuk - now sui's wing. we know this from the test at the sealed god's temple where cale had tried to communicate with his gang via sgt!krs using the cintamani. that poor boy was so awkward.. my sgrungly crimblo...

let's start with how he's introduced! he finds cale in orsena's duchy and they essentially just have a staring contest for a while before sui joins the party. i.. i am not going to lie, while i was a tiny bit disappointed that they didn't have an emotional reunion, a little reflection on their situation and dimensions as characters made me quickly realise that it was no time or position to have a touching re-contact with each other.

mainly, i think this is because sui khan is guilty. he lives with the guilt of leaving cale behind, and he lives with the guilt of knowing that he eventually has to ask for cale's help regarding his own bird clan — as briefly touched upon in one of the earlier chapters.

his existence in xiaolen was barely there, he'd mostly spent his time with the kids, and volunteered to go spying without even having to be asked — while this may be perceived with the idea that lee soo hyuk prided himself in his abilities of stealth, it's also...

"our little sui wanted some air." maybe i'm looking too deep into this, but it seems that even cale picks up on the fact that sui is restless and uneasy for whatever reason and used it to jab at him as a joke.

skipping forward to when cale had to choose a party for his trip to jungwon, he more or less truly did not require sui's presence there besides for the fact of moral support.

and i think.. sui picked up on that, because he suddenly has this air of mischief to him, and while i definitely don't think that he's by any means faking his laughter, i also think he's genuinely masking his worries, concern and guilt by throwing lighthearted jokes to jab at himself and at cale, more or less as a silent apology of sorts.

he's also mentioned to be by cale's side much more often, whether or not this is because cale is in the body of the weak kim roksoo, nobody really knows. but i think cale thinks that's the real reason.

and while i seriously might be looking too deeply into things; these three instances 100% stood out to me.

(forgive me for the off-quote as i am going off of angie's summaries + poor machine translation via google lens)

1. when the emperor of jungwon had asked cale his name, it's specifically mentioned that he glances at sui who nods his head to encourage him. cale then smiles and states that his name is cale henituse

2. when the whole gag of sui making up murim versions of the entire team's names were going on, it's mentioned that cale had originally thought sui was going to give cale the name "kim roksoo", and its further mentioned that sui paused before saying gae-il (as a joke) then settling with hae-il instead.

3. after that whole exchange is over, they'd joked around with each other, "young master kim", "noble warrior lee". further proceeding past this instance, cale's little shit switch finally turns on and he monologues about how he begins to ignore sui's comments and even contemplates if he should call sui "young warrior lee" instead.

now, don't look at me like i'm crazy, please!! cause i'm well aware these are more or less the most normal instances to mankind that yrh may have just put in here to keep the mood lighthearted. but since when has yrh ever written fluff without the underlying gut-wrenching angst? keke

i seriously think this exchange between the two is their whole "reunion" talk, between two clearly emotionally distanced men, between them who were once best friends, but are now still finding the middle ground to interact with each other. their care and trust in each other remains the same, perhaps has even grown greatly, but in order to avoid accidentally doing damage, they try to find their own little safespace in the dynamics they've created with each other in earth 1 before lee soo hyuk had passed on.

i think sui definitely is bottling up a lot of things he'd rather not say to his dongsaeng who is still definitely struggling and has his plate full with the concerns of his own family and other dimensions. i think sui will finally get the push he needs soon, and i think that rereading part 2 with sui's inevitable arc in mind will be a juicy heartbreaker due to all the subtle and nuanced instances the author littered here and there.

while i agree that murim arc is most certainly sort of dragging on in the last 5 or so chapters, i still really really enjoy the direction part 2 is going in, and am eagerly waiting for more. choi jungsoo's appearance is going to break me in 10 halves, i'm most certainly not ready.

here's to manifesting soos reunion on monday chapter 900! here's to law of the hunt already reaching a 100 chapters!!

tl;dr - sui is a pro at masking. the soos.. definitely need closure, and the foreshadowing of it happening soon is driving me insane enough to theorise about it!!

#i cant believe the soos are making me write those theory posts that i detest reading..#trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #tcf lee soo hyuk #cale henituse #tcf #tcf choi jung soo #lee soo hyuk #tcf spoilers #tcf part 2

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ryndicate · 1 year

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ A Drop in Time

Don’t listen too closely to the silence. It whispers things you don’t want to hear.

Vampire!Megumi x reader (fem body/pronouns)

notes: this installment was proofread by a friend who deserves all my love and i could wax poetic about them all night.... but here’s the first chapter! A true introduction to the world we live in. Also, just because he’s a background character in JJK, just know that Shouta was the dbag that was mean to Junpei lol, no relation to any other character cause I definitely used some names from other shows to name my other minor characters.

Warnings: non-sexual penetration, memories of physical assault, depictions of death/grief, descriptions of arranged marraige/misogyny, mentions of ye olde birth control, religious themes

By expanding, you are consenting to viewing adult/dark content, and all warnings listed above. 18+ Minors DNI

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Something bright irritates your eyes and a terrible stench greets you as you stir, movements leaden.

"She's awake! Call the priest, quick!"

Your eyes blink open slowly, a fierce ache in your head making them flutter closed almost immediately. Your body feels on fire as you curl in on yourself, feeling much too stiff, brittle like old bones. You've never been in this much pain before, not even when you cut your leg on your father's tools as a child; the fever then almost killed you, according to your mother, but your memories of the time are broken at best. Sleep threatens your mind once more, blackness tinging on the edge of your vision.

"Little one, are you well enough to speak?"

Struggling, you look towards the familiar voice and make a final attempt to remain conscious. You've only met him a few times as he's the only priest for the few villages in this area. He makes time to visit for his duties once a fortnight. Everyone trusts him.

The wariness in his eyes is enough to fill you with unease. This man was present at your birth, and has never given you more than a firm scolding in your life. The grim set of his jaw is unfamiliar, wrong.

"Father?"

Your voice is small, dry and rasping, reminding you of the pain from the night before. Your throat burns, agony exploding across your senses as you wheeze and cough. Your hands immediately raise to cover the wounds on your neck, eyes growing hazy with tears. You can sense the others nearby looking on with curiosity, but too fearful to approach. Their wary stares fill you with panic.

"Dear child," An ounce of care filters into his tone, but it remains unyielding. "You must submit to an examination. You were bitten, do you understand?"

"Yes, Father." Your answer is swift and subdued. It is nothing short of a miracle that this opportunity is being offered. No one would have questioned the choice to dispose of you for the safety of the village.

"Peace be with you." He bows his head. "We will move you to the church. Try to be still and send your prayers to above. We plead for the Lord's mercy today, should we be fortunate to receive it."

Father nods to two young men hovering nearby and they rush forward as if grateful for a task, bundling a sheet over you and carefully raising you between them. Through the gaps of the frayed fabric you catch sight of rising smoke, and realize with growing horror that the awful stench is that of burned bodies.

You close your eyes tight in hopes of erasing the horrifying image, wincing as their uncoordinated movements jostle your wounds, and try to gather your strength for whatever is coming.

The church seems prepared for your arrival, several of the sisters who accompany the Father moving around to prepare a table with an assortment of items.

You try to be mindful as they hover, murmuring prayers, sprinkling waters and oils over you, clutching your fingers over the silver cross they’ve pressed into your hands, but your mind keeps drifting to the horrors of last night. It’s struggling to remember hazy details, but primarily in a daze over the fact that you’re somehow still alive.

It’s a short moment before you realize the sisters have shuffled out, the cross slack in your hands as your eyes refocus to see Father gazing at you, somber. Fear jumps to your throat at the shadow in his eyes, suddenly fearful to speak. Are you condemned?

His eyes avert from yours. "One last thing."

You jump uncomfortably as he steps closer, his fingers closing on the hem of your nightgown.

Realization strikes you in an instant, paralyzing awareness.

"Father, please no," you beg him softly, panic lighting your eyes. "It did not, I swear on my life."

"Little one, I must." There's an air of discomfort surrounding the old priest now. "This is for your sake as well. We must clear your name of any rumor."

"I'm begging you," you whisper. Shame twists your features, hysteria bubbling hot in your chest as the heat of embarrassment is added to the brew of this nightmare.

He pauses, solemnly reading your face. "It was Shouta?"

You nod, tears beginning to streak down your face to be acknowledging it. You wipe them away hastily, too overwhelmed to realize you’ve only wiped the soil of your gown down your cheeks.

"As long as what you say is true, then I will tell no one."

"Do you promise, Father?" You daren't hope. Shouta and you both had known the damage that could be done to your image if your intimacy had gotten out. He'd persuaded you sweetly at first, then persistently. After a time, you'd reluctantly allowed him, in favor of earning his approval instead of his ire. He was to be your husband after all, ‘til death do you part. So you'd been careful, meeting him discreetly and taking the tonics the neighbor’s eldest daughter had gotten for you at the price of teaching her her letters. She wanted to attend school at the capital and now you’re wildly wondering if she’s even alive.

But for all the care you’d taken, you couldn't hide your shame from a priest.

"You're safe with me, child. Vows taken or not, you are sworn to him. You are a good woman, and you will be a good wife for Shouta. He chose well in you, and this will not reflect on that. The Lord knows your heart; it is not my place to cast judgment."

It had been your parents that chose him, but you remain silent. It would not serve you well to be any more honest now. Your father is away now, Shouta at his side, as they apply for a marriage certificate in the capital. Marriage… The man your father chose is a respected one, the village leader's son. You don't know if you will ever feel love for him, but you do know your life will be lived well at his side, lacking for nothing. You would never dishonor your father by rebuking the life he planned out for you.

Discomfort burns in both of your cheeks as the priest proceeds. As much as you know it to be necessary, it leaves a poor taste in your mouth. But if having the backing of the village's respected priest is what you need to return to your quiet life, then you can suffer this. The last thing you need is the hateful and fearful rumors that you might be with child by a monster.

"It is done. You are well, my dear. Let us see to your wounds."

"Thank you, Father." You can't help but slump in relief, weariness setting in now that your safety is assured.

At his call a couple of sisters reenter the room and immediately begin fussing over you. Father bows and makes his exit, and they promptly strip you of your soiled nightgown. You are not sorry to see it go, the stiff fabric bloody and unsalvageable. As they dispose of your clothing in the hearth, you manage to voice some of the things you’ve been wondering about. They answer softly, informing you that it’s almost been two days since your attack. The priest has been monitoring you, afraid to move your body for fear of worsening your condition. It had been his call to leave you untouched, making no attempt to inspect your wound, to allow your wound to clot. The decision had been a risky one, but it had probably saved your life.

There's profound relief on the women's' faces that eases some of the ordeal, and you allow your eyes to fall closed as they brush a warm, wet cloth over your wounds and skin, content to be in someone else's care even if just for the moment. Your body aches after nearly two days of sleeping on the bare ground. You want nothing more than to fall asleep somewhere comfortable after this. You can’t stop thinking about the blanket your mother had received from her relatives last winter. Thick, soft, and made from animal pelts you hadn’t seen before, it’s the softest thing you’ve ever touched. To fall asleep under that now would be bliss.

Thinking of that blanket has your thoughts wandering towards your mother. You wonder briefly if your parents and Shouta will hear of this incident before their return, or if you will have to tell them yourself. You don't look forward to reliving the experience for their sake.

"Come, young miss. We drew an herbal bath out back. It will be cold, but twas the best we could do."

The water is bracing, but you're more than used to it. Whatever herbs they cast into it tingle along your skin pleasantly, relaxing you, and washing the grime from your skin helps you feel more clean. You can only hope it will help wash away the memory of the demon's touch. His hands were almost like fire. You shiver.

One of the sisters notices and tuts. "Oh poor dear, come now. Let's finish up and get you warm and dry. Father has asked us to accompany you to your home for the evening in case you have need of us."

"Thank you," you murmur softly, standing from the water and taking the clothes they offer you. Despite your wish to be alone, you have no doubt you'll be grateful for their presence. It will be much easier to brush off the old creaking of your home on them moving about instead of letting your fearful imagination run wild.

You wrap the worn shawl around your shoulders more tightly as they accompany you towards your home. There are still men about, busy cleaning up the mess of the attack. Some glance at you warily; others nod and continue with their work. It seems news of your examination is traveling slowly, but the overall mood of the men you pass is enough to make you hopeful that all will be well soon. Everyone looks focused on rebuilding your quiet little village.

"Of those attacked, were there any more survivors?" Beyond the loss of the baker's daughter, you know of no one else who had been lost. You're grateful all of your family had been away for the attack.

The women look forlorn as they exchange glances. "Not many, we're afraid. Most had wounds too deep, others were in danger of turning. There are a fair few missing as well. You were very lucky, miss."

The words feel thin. Lucky is not how you would describe nearly dying, held down and helpless at the hands of a monster—but you suppose there are no good words to describe such a thing.

"I apologize for the mess, we were not expecting visitors." The etiquette slips from your lips automatically as you show them inside. Your home is humble, but well built. Your father works a steady trade, and he saw to it that the house is well-maintained.

To distract yourself you help see to their accommodations, pulling out linens for their bedding. You fear if you remain idle…his voice will haunt your thoughts.

You will not suffer needlessly.

You close the closet door more fiercely than you mean to, chills covering you from head to toe.

How dare that monster say something so horrific. How were you meant to not suffer when he drank from your flesh? The pain of that encounter very well may follow you to the afterlife.

You make your way back to the sitting room to find that the women had made themselves busy stirring the hearth. The warmth is most inviting and you will yourself to relax.

"There isn't much here for now, but there is bread in the kitchen and enough to make a light stew. I can make enough for us all."

The appalled expressions on their faces is almost comical.

"Heavens no!"

"We're here to tend you, miss! You've suffered something terrible, you should be resting."

After their sharp demand, they wave you towards a chair near the fire until you sit, straining your ears to hear the hushed voices as they bustle about your kitchen. They seem to still be worrying for your health and the few others who are in recovery. Your fingers brush delicately against the bandage on your throat, wincing at the lingering pain. You're not used to being taken care of in such a manner, not since your mother had taught you to care for the house and how to prepare meals.

She had gone with your father to the capital, ever the dutiful wife. Before she had left, she had told you to enjoy the few weeks of peace before Shouta's return. She seemed to recognize the lack of personal attachment you felt for the union. This small time for yourself has been a gift from her to you.

It's not long before the attendants return, placing a small bowl of stew in your hands. The vegetable broth is soothing, the added warmth in your stomach making your eyes droop as fatigue settles over you. As they help you to your room you're grateful for their assistance, but you find yourself longing to be alone once more. One of them refastens your window, the one you had climbed out of last night when you’d heard someone enter through your front door. Even after they leave the room, you cannot help yourself from tiptoeing over to the sill and making sure the latch is tight.

You would never be able to sleep without checking for yourself.

The morning comes far more quickly than you'd like. You wake feeling unrested, moving slowly. You’re certain there are unsightly circles under your eyes, but when the ladies ask how you're feeling you fix on a smile and tell them you're feeling much better. There wasn’t much sleep to be had when the echoes of groans filled your ears, and every small shift sent your body aching.

Breakfast is not a big affair, just plain porridge before you send them on their way. Despite the fatigue of your body protesting every step of the way, you spend most of the morning tending the house, clearing out dust, washing the linens, and cleaning the floorboards. Afterwards you sit in the sun pouring through the open window as you eat a light lunch, more tired than usual from your affairs. Sweat beads across your brow from the exertion but you wipe it away without complaint, along with your tears.

It feels like you've not stopped crying since you awoke yesterday afternoon. Any time you find yourself with what should be moments of peace, his groans fill your ears, his breath dusts on your neck and you feel the ghost of a body right behind you. Your wrists still ache from his crushing grip and your neck twinges with pain every other moment. Unable to bear the silence, you heave yourself to your feet and march to the front door with purpose in each step.

Even if you're tired and your chores have finished, surely with everything that's happened there's more work to be done. Wrapping a shawl around your shoulders, you push out the door.

The village is bustling with activity as you make your way toward the main street, but everyone is subdued. Grief is all but tangible in the air, eyes downcast and lips set in frowns. Even the children aren't running about, clinging to their mother's skirts or each other's hands.

You make your way into the market and catch the eye of the young nephew to one of the farmers. He's stopping each passerby and offering something from the basket at his side. Curiously you make your way towards him.

He turns to you as you approach. "Do you need any?" He tilts the basket towards you gently, showing you a mound of eggs. "Uncle said with everythin', folks’ chickens probably wouldn't lay, so he sent me out with the extra. You can have some."

"I don't need any, but thank you. I was actually looking to see if anyone needs my help."

"You could always ask the market marm, 'm sure she'd know," the boy says thoughtfully, "But I heard Mama say the weaver was killed, and the husband has his hands full with the kids and the shop. You could check on him." He pulls a cloth from his pocket and carefully places five eggs in it before tying it. "I was gonna go that way later but here, take these with you, 'm sure he'd 'preciate it."

Thanking him, you accept the makeshift package and your feet carry you towards the weaver's shop. You can hear the wail of an infant before you even open the shop door.

Cautiously entering, you peek around to see the weaver's husband bouncing a toddler on his hip, another child tugging on his trousers as he tries to break up what appears to be an argument between his two eldest. The young boys are screaming at each other, faces ruddy and pinched with anger.

"It’s your turn—"

"I did it yesterday—"

"No you didn’t, you rotten little—"

"Boys!"

A small hand curls around two of your fingers, causing you to startle silently. You look down to see a young girl, no older than four, looking up at you tearfully. You recognize the weaver's youngest daughter and click your teeth in sympathy when she reaches for you, a silent but clear request to be picked up, and haul her into your arms. She clings to you, her soft curls brushing your cheek.

"It's okay, little one," you sigh, adjusting her weight and clearing your throat, making an attempt to make your presence known. Raising your voice is no longer a simple feat. "Excuse me—"

The beleaguered father finally notices you, his eyes filled with frustration at his children's behavior. "Toshi, Gin!" he snaps at last, loud and gruff in a manner that makes both boys freeze and hunch their shoulders. "You know better to behave like that in front of customers, apologize to the lady."

Both boys glance at you and duck their heads, muttering apologies that you don't quite hear as the toddler in the man's grasp begins to wail, frightened by his raised voice.

"I'm sorry, miss, but now might not be a good time. If you'd like to come back I'm sure I can help you find—"

"It's okay sir, I actually came by to see if you might need anything?"

Your words are timid, almost coming off as if you're making a request. His blank stare causes your cheeks to heat up, and you stutter, searching for something else to say. "One of the farmers also sent these eggs. They had some to spare."

A little awkwardly, you hold out the makeshift parcel until he readjusts his hold on the tyke in his arms and takes it from you, appearing just as awkward as you feel. After a short moment, he clears his throat.

“Gin, take this and put it up in the kitchen.” He places a palm on the head of the girl still clinging to his clothing. “Hime, go help your brother. Toshi, take the little one and put him down for a nap please.”

The young girl nods silently and takes Gin’s hand as Toshi takes the youngest. They all trudge off, glancing back at you as they go before they disappear around a corner of the shop.

“Here, I’ll take her,” he offers, but the girl clings to you tighter, whimpering into your neck. “Come now, Yachi.”

A look of consternation crosses his features when she doesn’t listen, tucking herself deeper into your neck. You wince as she presses into your bandages, but you’re quick to assure him. “It’s fine sir, I don’t mind holding her.”

He grunts at that, but relents, eyeing you cautiously. “You’re that girl from the other day, aren’t you? The one that—” he glances at Yachi, “—that the priest visited.”

“Yes, he said everything was well.” You duck your head nervously, but he only shrugs, looking off to the side. Apparently he trusts the word of Father as much as you do.

“What’s yer name?”

“Rumi, sir.”

“Hm. And what is it that you said you came for?”

“To see if there’s anything I might be able to help with. I heard in the market that…” You trail off, glancing down at the child in your arms. You’re not sure how much the little one would understand of what transpired during the attack.

Grief glitters in his eyes, and he appears to be struggling to answer you when the eldest comes tramping back into the room. “We finished Pa. Gin and Hime are playin’ in the room with—”

“Toshi, can you take Yachi? I need to speak with the little miss.” There’s a small break in his voice that you think the elder man hides well, but the seriousness on the boy’s face makes you think twice.

The boy might very well be less than half your age, but he appears to carry himself with responsibility. You assume he gained such a trait as the eldest of his siblings.

“Let’s go Yachi,” his voice is much softer when he speaks to her, “Gin’s telling that story you like. I bet he’d start over if ya asked nice.”

Yachi peeks at him, her eyes still wet, but after a short glance at you, she nods and allows him take her from you. He only struggles with her weight for a second before his step bounces in playful exaggeration and her giggles at his antics carry throughout the shop even after they leave the shop floor.

“You have a very lively family. They seem to get along well.” It’s a paltry attempt to fill the silence that stretches between you, but he still gives a nod of thanks at your words.

“They’ll need to, to get through this,” he mutters gruffly, running a hand through black hair flecked with gray. He’s a well built man, who looks like he’s no stranger to the labor trades.

“I’m sure they’ll—”

“I haven’t told them about their Mama,” he interrupts you suddenly, looking you in the eye.

Your shoulders stiffen as you realize what he’s saying.

“They didn’t see it,” he continues, speaking low in case the children might be trying to listen in. You step closer to help him in this, allowing him to speak even more softly. He unravels the bandage you hadn’t noticed on his forearm, showing you the wound that nearly matches your own. “I didn’t see it. The bastard got to me first, but it wanted her. Hit my head, and I was so out of it that I couldn’t… She got them all hidden away in the pantry before runnin’.”

“I’m so sorry.” Horror and nausea swirls in your gut as you picture the scene, the helplessness of it all.

Shame and misery etch themselves to the lines of his face so deeply it was as if they’d always been there. “I found shreds of her clothing in the morning. Covered in blood. I c-couldn’t tell the little ones, I couldn’t. How do you tell a child their Mama was—” he inhales shakily. “I told them she’s helping the priest, but I think Toshi is beginning to realize what really happened. He’s old enough that I can't hide these things from him.”

"He's a strong boy, I can tell," you murmur softly. Your stomach heaves as you realize she met the end that you so narrowly escaped. That it could have been you, naught left but a puddle of blood for a loved one to discover. Swallowing tightly, you try to keep your voice steady and reassuring. "He'll help you take care of the little ones."

“He shouldn’t have to!” the man snaps fiercely, causing you to flinch noticeably, wincing as the sudden movement twinges in your neck. An awkward expression of regret paints his features. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t right of me—”

“No! It’s fine,” you murmur softly. This man has been through enough. Of course he’s on edge. “Just please, um…” You realize you can’t quite recall his name, though you’re certain you’ve heard it around the village before.

He sighs, softening considerably, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes as he makes an effort to pacify himself. “The name’s Shin, Miss Rumi.”

“Shin, sir, please just let me know what I can do to help you. I’ve nothing else to do with my time but sit at home. I’d rather be useful.”

Shin regards you carefully. “I suppose, if you’re offering… the shop.” He glances around wearily, and you belatedly notice there are half-packed crates and parcels everywhere. “I’m packing everything up, but it’s a lot to handle on my own. Toshi wanted to help but I need him with the littles ones.”

“Of course.”

Grateful for something to do you set to work, carefully folding textiles and lining boxes with spools of thread. Shin works beside you, mostly silent save for some sparse instruction when you lose track of where to start next, wrapping a series of tools and devices with purposes that escape you. He’s so delicate with them that you are certain of their importance to the weaver’s craft. There’s so much to be done, you’re not sure that he would ever have managed to do this without assistance. When the light begins fading, only half the shop has been put away.

“Rumi.” Shin glances outside, his eyes shadowed as they fix on you. “You should get on home before it gets any darker.”

Anxiety prickles at your skin at the idea of being out after dark. Alongside the obtrusive fear of what creatures might still reside in the shadows of your little town, you also don’t wish to be caught by rumour, staying overnight with the now unbonded man, so you gather yourself to go. Hastily giving your goodbyes and promises to return, you dash out the shop door and hurry back down the streets toward your home. The shadows of the setting sun seem more imposing tonight, and the streets are already quiet despite the long lingering orange light. It leaves you unnerved, and the tension refuses to sink from your limbs until the front door is securely locked behind you.

The house is too quiet now, and you find yourself wishing for the sisters’ company as you go about what has been your nightly routine since your parents and Shouta left for the capital. You make a sparse dinner for yourself, having neglected to go to the market this morning, clean up, and draw yourself a bath, spending the extra effort to heat the water. While the fire crackles you carefully unwrap the bandage from your neck, unable to look at the bruising of your throat, the redness of your wound. You’re quick to apply the salve the sisters left you, and cover it with a fresh wrap, tears threading your lashline at the persistent pain.

It’s an effort to distract yourself. You know it, as you spend extra time making sure you’re entirely clean, scrubbing as much grime from under your nails as you can until the water grows lukewarm, and eventually cold as you sit, pondering. Shin had kept a careful hold of his grief today, but such a deep emotion can never be completely buried. Your heart aches for the man, despite how little you knew him and his children. You wish there was something you could say that would soothe his heart, if even a little.

You wish your mother were here. She might know what to say to a grieving husband. You have such little experience with such a thing, but your mother knows more of the world than you, has lived much longer. Surely she’s comforted at least one grieving person.

Sighing, you step from the basin, and begin to dry and dress yourself for bed. There’s nothing left to look forward to tonight, no warm wishes for your dreams from your mother, no kiss on the cheek from father—something you’d complained about every day since you became of age, but now you miss both terribly. As you settle in your bed for the night, tucking your covers more tightly around you, you’re grateful for the fatigue that now rests over your body more securely than any blanket. It numbs the ache of your healing wounds and carries you to sleep faster than any fairy.

a/n: next chapter we get to meet one of the support leads, i wonder who it will be? :3

Reblogs are appreciated!

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk series #series::ADiT

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rainypaperangel · 2 years

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I didn't like how they dressed the Monster High characters for the upcoming movies... so I re-did it xD

Disclaimer; this is just my opinion, and I've never made a clothes collection whatever-they're-called post, soeh... bear with me. I also didn't do everyone, just the ones I though could be improved upon the most! The movie will premiere on Nickelodeon, do I understand they couldn't make the characters as edgy as in the cartoon (they could, but we can't have nice things) - anyway, take this with a grain of salt!

Frankie Stein

I like how they made Frankie preppy, but they also looks a bit... boring? The dress or whatever it is seem a bit plain - I'd split it up between a plaid skirt and a plain, white blouse, and from thereon use accessories and the likes of that to make it more interesting. I chose carefully so nothing would clash with the skirt, and like in the show, Frankie's accessories are silver and metallic.

I though the tights were a bit too much - I understand they can't be too "sexy" for kids' TV, but they also look a bit clunky. I replaced them with thinner tights that doesn't look like they were ripped on purpose.

Draculaura

A key feature of Draculaura's is that she's cute and romantic, and I don't really think that's reflected in her movie-costume. She looks too much like Frankie, preppy, and not like she's 1600 years old.

In the show, she wears a lot of Victorian-inspired clothing, so I chose a poofy Lolita skirt and a pink blouse to go with it. I figured a charm bracelet would suit her, plus a bat-backpack. She has a lot of heart-imagery in her design, so I added heart earrings.

Cleo DeNile

I kind of like Cleo's outfit, but not for an Egyptian princess. Cleo's over the top, so I chose her outfit exclusively in gold and marine colors. She wears a lot of jewelry, most of which is probably amulets and other magic trinkets for protection and all that...

I was worried the excessive amounts of gold would be too much, but both the boots, the shawl, and the hair piece(?) is a deep blue - I think this would make a nice balance.

Clawdeen Wolf

I think Clawdeen's outfit was the one I minded the least, but it still didn't feel quite like her. I put her in a similar dark, purple outfit, but I chose a more emo-like skirt and some more daring jewelry and shoes.

I wanted to put her in a fur jacket, but I just didn't like any of the ones found, so I opted for a leather jacket instead - I also figured that'd be good for hunting.

Lagoona Blue

I'll be honest, I'm not suuuper hooked on the outfit I ended up with, but I think it'd be better with a blue skin tone (why is she not blue when almost everyone else gets a color??). The bracelet is Australian opals and reminds me of the ocean - I think she'd look at it when she feels homesick.

I never liked Lagoona's shoes, so I chose some more practical sneakers for her that she could actually run in. The flowers are hair-clips, which I think'd look great in big, curly, blonde hair. I also think she'd wear her jacket tied around her wait most of the time, unless it was really sunny and she worried about drying out.

Deuce Gorgon

I took this as an opportunity to completely re-design Deuce's outfit. White tank-top, leather pants, and a snakey-green leather jacket - couldn't you just imagine it?! I wanted the snake imagery to be there, but more subtle - I would love a more edgy take on Deuce where he tries to handle how he feels about his abilities; a part of his heritage, and yet, a curse...

So I ended up with a snake ring and dark glasses with snake handles (whyyyy is his live-action glasses not tinted?). I also added a red bracelet, which, in a movie-setting, I would prefer to have Greek-inspired imagery, but hey... It's a nod to the red accents of his cartoon outfit.

Also, trans Deuce supremacy <3

#hope you liked it!#monster high #monster high redesign #monster high movie #monster high live action #frankie stein #draculaura #cleo denile #lagoona blue #deuce gorgon #mh #ever after high #mattel #nickelodeon #nostalgia #cartoon redesign

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kookieswan · 2 years

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Handlebars - Rupture

Biker!Jungkook x Receptionist!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Biker AU, Gang AU, relatively Angsty this time around, some Fluff!

Warnings: Talk of Jungkook’s job in the gang (tracking/torturing/killing people). Bodily harm - Jungkook has a few scrapes and bruises. Reminder Jungkook and MC are morally gray characters.

Notes: Ahhh this was a fun one to write. I do love an angst train after all. Please note that this is a direct continuation of ‘Handlebars - Bitter’ , which can be found here! Also, there are references to events in Damage. It’s not necessary to read but it could give some context clues!

Find the Handlebars Masterlist here! 🔥

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‘Meet me at my place around 8 tonight, I have some shit to say and I know you do too. See you later.’

You re-read the message once, twice, three times and it still unsettles you. This, whatever’s coming, it’s either going to start something new or put everything to an end… And that scares the living shit out of you.

After Jungkook and Bossman had practically flew out of the shop, you had finished your shit without issue and wandered home… Only to cry into your pillow for a solid hour. The crying had stopped when Jungkook texted, only to be replaced with boiling anger.

Anger that turned into confusion as you slowly got ready to head out because honestly, what are the two of you even doing? Fucking and then cuddling for hours, insisting that it’s nothing more than a fling of some sort. Not anymore, you want more and you’re going to get it from that stupidly stubborn airhead.

Thoughts of him being so lovely, holding you close and mumbling sweet nothings into your ear had played back in your head when you left the house. When you get into your car. On the ride to his apartment. Now, as you stand rigidly outside of his front door.

Letting out a breath you’ve been holding for much too long, you raise a hand a knock gently on the only think keeping you from Jungkook. It doesn’t take long, a beat or two, and the door cracks open. He stands on the other side, tall and strong and familiar, and it makes you want to curl into yourself.

“Hey…” The first think you notice is that Jungkook looks unbelievably tired. Dark circles under his eyes, a few new poorly cleaned scrapes littering his pretty face, chapped lips bitten raw. It makes you frown, but you nod quietly in acknowledgement and step into his flat and kick your heels off without question. Whatever Hoseok had planned for them earlier must have been daunting, but you won’t ask. Not right now.

Jungkook walks past you, arm brushing yours just barely, but it’s enough to make you shiver. He doesn’t notice though, waddling toward the living room with a somewhat concerning limp. If your mind is muddled, it’s likely his looks like a tornado right now form the day he’s had.

“We can, uh… sit in the living room if you want.” His awkwardness almost makes you crack a smile. Almost. It’s not everyday you see Jungkook Jeon acting anything less than loud and brash, but you can always mark it on your calendar later.

Glancing around, you notice that nothing really looks different from when you were here last. The house mostly clean, a few papers scattered on the counter, a new action figure sitting on his desk… But beside that, everything remains the same.

You wander close as he sits down on the couch, and deciding that you need to see his face, that he needs to see yours, you sit on the chair that corners it. Jungkook noticeably frowns, eyes weary as he observes you, likely in the same way you’re doing to him. It’s strange, how badly you want to reach out and touch him, to reassure him, but you refrain. He needs to know that you’re serious.

“Okay, well… We need to talk about this, about us. Before we even get into anythin, I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier. I was just… Havin a hard time. I’m sorry.” You’ve long since forgiven him for that, you shouldn’t have been antagonizing him in the first place, even if it can be a bit of fun. Your motives weren’t just to tease like they usually are, they were to kill. Bringing your legs up, you crisscross them in the chair and sigh.

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have been messing around with you anyway. But I need you to know that I’m serious about this- About us being together. If you’re not then we need to stop seeing each other because I can’t keep this up anymore.” His eyes had been unfocused before, but they cut to you so quickly it almost makes you flinch. Jungkook looks panicked by he notion, mouth hanging open slightly before he shakes his head quickly.

“No, no… It’s not that I’m not serious about you or that I don’t want you. I do, I want you so fuckin’ bad but…” The ‘but’ hangs heavily in the air as you stare each other down, but you’ve also gotten the confirmation you were looking for. He does want you, bad enough to fight himself for it. However, something tells you as he cracks his knuckles, rubs the back of his neck, plays with a piece of his hair that you’re not going to like where he’s taking this.

“I need you to understand my perspective, alright? If anyone catches wind that I so much as care about you a tiny bit, we’re fucked.” You want to be sympathetic, really you do, but this is the same spiel he’s given you a hundred times over. Maybe it’s different words, slightly more frantic and with deeper meaning, but you’ve heard it before and you’re done.

“I don’t fucking care.” It slips out before you can really think about it, with more venom than you want, but it’s true. Jungkook’s eyebrows raise as he scoots closer to you, clearly not entertained by your outburst.

“What do you mean you don’t fuckin care?! You could be put in real fuckin danger sweetheart, especially now with other assholes tryin to move in on our turf. I’m tryin to keep you safe.” He’s practically off the couch now, leaning into your space and gesturing wildly to try and prove a point. It’s a point you don’t want to listen to though, so like the brat you are, you ignore it.

“No Jeon, I’m serious. I don’t care, and I want to be with you and that’s fucking that you absolute fuck-head. Where would I be safer if not by your side, huh?” And that’s the point you’ve been trying to make all this time. Does he really think you won’t be safe with him? You know the shit he’s done, you’ve heard whispers, snippets from Bossman. You know what you’re getting into. Jungkook shakes his head wildly again, voice starting to raise and become slightly more desperate sounding.

”By my side, by yourself, it doesn’t fuckin’ matter! You’ll be a god damn walkin’ target for people to snipe at!” He isn’t wrong, and you know that. But it’s kind of like that already anyway, working for Hoseok is a bit of a risk itself, and you’ve found yourself in bad situations more than once. Shifting in your seat, you go to respond before his voice rings out quietly.

“… I don’t want anyone to hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself if I let you get hurt.” It comes out so sincere and full of worry that it makes you pause. Emotions overwhelm you, but you push back the choked up feeling that’s starting to rise and grab for his ink covered hand instead.

“Baby, no one’s gonna hurt me, okay? Not when my potential boyfriend would willingly chop their fingers off, or my boss would threaten to eat them alive. Alright?” He looks at you sharply at the mention of fingers as you idly play with his, clearly he’s surprised that you found out. You have your ways though, especially since Hoseok is getting just as fed up with Jungkook as you are… He’s a bit of a blabbermouth, that one.

It made you stop and think when you heard about it, Bossman casually mentioning Jeon removing another man’s fingers for touching you. Maybe you should have ran, maybe you should have never looked back. Instead, it made you smile; feel protected and safe, and what more could you ask for?

It’s calm for a while, both of you sitting silently and trying to calm down as you hold Jungkook’s large hand in your smaller one. You notice that a few of his tattoos look different now that you can see them properly, some covered, some touched up. Running a finger over them, he watches you with wide sparkly eyes before his words come out almost guarded, maybe even a little scared.

“You actually want to date me? A guy that eagerly tracks people down and tortures them? My lifestyle isn’t pretty, and it never will be _____.” Grabbing his hand again and gripping it tightly, you tug at it a bit to get his attention. He almost looks lost, unsure, like he’s losing the battle he’s so desperately trying to win for whatever reason.

“What, do you think I’m gonna be scared of you now or something? I wouldn’t have even fucked you in the first place if I cared about that shit Jungkook. Think about it, I work for Hoseok, and that man is more than a little unhinged.” It’s a known fact that you’ve done questionable things for Bossman in the past, and you’d do them again without issue. He continued to stare as you sigh, bringing his hand up to quickly kiss his bruised knuckles.

“I’m not asking for a pretty life or for you to change at all Jungkook, I’m just asking for you to please let me in. Please.” It dawns in you how much you miss his smile as his frown tightens, his eyes guarded as he lamely tries to tug his hand away. Instead, you hold on tighter, scooting even closer to him as his next words come out.

“I’ve killed people, and I’ll do it again. Today, after we fought, I beat someone bloody for my job, they’re still tied up in the back of Thirteen right now.” Not being able to help it, you roll your eyes and scoff. Jungkook, in turn, actually looks slightly shocked by your action, his tugging stopping as he lets his hand be held without restraint again. Good.

“No really? I had no fucking clue. Listen here dumbass. I. Don’t. Care. You could disembowel someone right in front of me and I’d still care about you all the same. Look, I want to date, be and item, boyfriend and girlfriend, whatever the fuck you want to call it.” There it is. What you want, what you know he wants. He won’t say it, but there’s no way that your relationship hasn’t moved past fucking into more familiar territory.

He gives you a dirty look at first but with a final sigh, he runs his free hand through his long hair, gripping for something to say. You allow him to think, to try and collect himself, because you came here with a plan of streak and he don’t fighting back against it very well. Bad for him, good for you.

“You really want me? Even with all the downfalls that come with being together? Knowing I could get taken out any time, that you could be targeted?” It’s said slow, calculated, the final barrier of his defense falling away in front of your eyes. With one final push, you manage to make it all crinkle to the ground. Somethings caused him to be defensive like this, that dawns on you now… But again, that’s something for another time.

“Yes Jungkook, I seriously, more than anything want to be with you as more than a fuck buddy. Have wanted to for a while unfortuna-“ He pulls you forward without warning into his arms, your thighs in either side of his legs as a hand comes up to cradle your face before he’s kissing you.

It’s a hard kiss at first, your teeth nearly clanking as he molds his mouth to yours. It softens rather quickly though as he pulls you closer to him, the sound of surprise that leaves you turning into a content sigh. You settle on his lap to get more comfy, his eyes on fire as you pull back from the unexpected but welcome kiss.

Jungkook continues to hold your face, a thumb running over your jaw so softly you can barely feel it. His eyes dove over your face, up and down, as if checking for something before the edges of his lips finally curve upward. Only slightly, but enough to make you grin back at him.

“Then let’s do it. You and me, a thing. Let’s do it, but understand that once you’re mine, you’re mine baby. Anyone looks at you wrong and they’re fuckin gone without a trace.” Instead of being horrified, his words make you giggle giddily. He’d do anything for you, and as you press quick kisses against his adorable cheeks, you realize you’d do the exact same.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Jeon. Now come on, let’s clean up those cuts properly and then we can go cuddle for the rest of the night, and tomorrow we can go on a proper date, hm?”

#handlebars #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook gang au #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts fluff #bts angst #bts biker au #bts gang au

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elliot-olivia · 2 years

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i keep seeing two points come up re all the “liv is back baby!!” posting that are like (1) ‘am i the only one who liked olivia these last few seasons?’ and (2) ‘it’s not a good look to shit on behaviour that manifested due to olivia’s trauma.’ to which i have to say: no, she definitely had her moments — i don’t think it’s that people have hated her character, just that she’s felt off or watered down from the olivia most people fell in love with. and, okay. it is no secret that i’m not the biggest fan of warren’s writing (if we’re being real, i’d love to not have to think about the lewis arc or the burton bullshit ever again) and while i, personally, think it’s generous to say he put enough focus on the aftermath of olivia’s trauma to be able to attribute certain behaviours specifically to trauma or PTSD or her healing journey, the character choices people have been pissed about don’t actually have anything to do with that. it’s the erasure of long-standing key characteristics that have been rubbing people the wrong way. no one wants liv to be a carbon copy of her s1 self—that’s not good storytelling—but to erase her cheeky/sassy/bitchy side completely? also shit storytelling. the liv of the last few seasons has felt like some kind of hashtag #justice bot whose main purpose was to act as a mouthpiece for whatever cold take the writers wanted to feed us that week. her personality was diluted down to pretty much nothing; some eps all i remember her doing is literally just staring and nodding and whispering or delivering some dead eyed monologue meant to address whatever rl events had been in the news that month. even her passion for helping victims suffered for it, which, from what i’ve seen, is what upset people the most. the liv we got last ep was fiery and funny and passionate and dedicated and all those other things that people associate more strongly with 1.0 liv. she feels like her again, not just a writing tool, and that’s why so many people are celebrating.

#txt #excuse the sleep deprived rambling but. lmao.#i feel so stupid for caring this strongly about it but fr i was watching 24x02 like yeah baby!! IN CHARACTER copaganda!!! this slaps!

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Horrortober Day 21

Okay so in no way at all is it still october and I´m not really planning on doing the other days for this challenge as it´s way past that by now but I had this sitting in my drafts half-finished for almost a year now and it´s been staring back at me every time I worked on a different post.

Today, I decided to finally finish this piece because I thought what I had so far was enjoyable! Also yes, the fact that this piece was about Kohaku and that he´s one of my favorite enstars characters definitely played a part in this.

I feel like this might be more brutal than what I usually write for my yandere posts but I felt it fit well with the prompt and as a contrast.

Hope you enjoy! ^^

Link to my Horrortober masterlist here!

gn reader

Day 21: Favor --> “I did you a favor by getting rid of this pest.”

tw yandere, tw possessiveness, jealousy, murder, blood

It was supposed to be just a normal meet-up with the four members of Crazy: B, no one could have foreseen what would happen on that day.

You were their producer and had proposed this meeting yourself to discuss plans for the upcoming live event but here you were, sitting around a large table in Café Cinnamon and talking about anything but work. You sighed defeatedly as you stared at the cup of coffee you were holding in your hands but then shook your head. Well, it was nothing to get too worked up over you supposed, it wasn´t like this was the first time it had happened.

Kohaku and HiMERU were usually more than willing to be productive and you could even get Niki to concentrate if there was enough food in his stomach. Yes, in truth, the real issue laid with Rinne alone. The older Amagi was loud and chaotic, always doing whatever he wanted and generally not listening to what other people told him. Sadly, that included you. It had gotten harder and harder to get anything done with Crazy: B when everything was just a gamble to Rinne. There have been many sleepless nights where you had laid in bed and stared at the ceiling while pondering on what you could possibly do to get through to him.

You didn´t believe he actually had any malicious intentions with what he did but you just wished he would take things more seriously. Surely, he did care about his idol work at least to some extent so why did he feel the need to give you such a hard time? You had complained about it to the more cooperative half of Crazy: B on occasion and they too agreed with you.

“Ahaha producer-chan, how about we play some poker? Stuffy meetings are so boring so let´s spice it up a bit! While we´re at it why don´t we use some real cash for it? Makes it way more exciting! What do you think?”

Of course, it was Rinne that made that suggestion and you had to hold yourself back from groaning out loud as he leaned over the table to look at you expectantly.

“HiMERU believes you are a menace to society, Amagi”, HiMERU said in a flat tone as he regarded the presumably older male with a disgusted look. “HiMERU is going to leave now if there is no more business to talk about.”

You only nodded weakly in agreement as he got up from his seat with a frown and bid you and Kohaku farewell as he steadily walked towards the door.

“Aww come on Merumeru don´t be such a spoilsport! Scared you´re gonna lose?”, Rinne yelled after him, still with a wide grin on his face as he laughed to himself.

HiMERU only turned his head to look back one more time before heading out the door with his last parting words: “HiMERU wishes you would drop dead”. Then the door closed behind him.

You couldn´t hold back your laugh at his blunt words, you could definitely understand the sentiment.

Rinne instead leaned back in his chair and focused his attention on Niki who was sitting next to him and still filling his stomach with the food he had brought to the table earlier. The redhead decided that this was the perfect opportunity to start pulling at the poor guy´s ponytail and pulled him back while the other protested in alarm.

“Ow ow ow! Rinne-kun please let go you´re hurting meee!”

“Aww, I thought you liked it when I did this, huh Niki? That damn Merumeru just left us all coldy like that, can you believe it?”

As if to emphasize his point he pulled on Niki´s ponytail one more time for good measure while the other struggled.

“I´m not too surprised he left if I´m being honest, we haven´t gotten any work done at all recently thanks to your efforts to distract everyone..”, you sighed tiredly as you rested your chin on the back of your hand.

Kohaku regarded you with a careful glance at your obvious frustration before looking back at Rinne with a frown on his face.

“Y/n-han and HiMERU-han are right, you know? Crazy: B has gotten zero jobs as of late and now that the producer has given us this opportunity we are wasting time that we could have used to plan ahead. You´re just giving Y/n-han more trouble than they already have.”

Kohaku had spoken up against Rinne just like HiMERU had but even though his words were not as blatantly rude as his, for some reason the tone of his voice was still harsher.

Rinne stopped what he was doing and let go of Niki for a moment, which allowed the gray-haired man to escape with a hasty “I should probably get back to the kitchen now to clean up!” as he retreated back to safety, away from the argument that was bound to unfold now.

“Aww Kohaku-chan you really wound me, you know? I´m just trying to have a little fun with the producer, what´s wrong with that? We still have a lot of time until the actual live show, you know?”

You gulped uncomfortably when you turned your head to look at Kohaku´s face only to see that he looked even more annoyed than he did before. His facial expression was dark and you could see how tightly his hands were clenched around the edge of the table. Something about what Rinne just said must have really set him off but you couldn´t quite guess what that might have been.

“I think Y/n-han would appreciate it way more if you actually did your work, Rinne-han. There is no need to try and annoy the producer every second of the day, ya know?”

For some reason a shit-eating grin suddenly appeared on Rinne´s face, he looked excited somehow even though Kohaku obviously wasn´t happy with him. You weren´t either if you had to be perfectly honest.

“Aww, Kohaku-chan could it be? Are you jealous of the time I spent with the producer because I´m Crazy:b´s leader?”

He had the audacity to playfully wiggle his eyebrows at that.

You did a bit of a spit-take at that, definitely not having expected it. Kohaku next to you was also fuming if the red on his cheeks was any indication.

“That- no obviously not! Don´t say such stupid things Rinne-han! I´m only mad because you´re wasting everyone´s time because you don´t take anything seriously!”

You gaped like a fish when Kohaku said aloud what you had secretly been thinking but Rinne didn´t look impressed. In fact, he looked even more excited for some reason.

“Is that true? Well then you won´t have any issues if I get a little closer to the producer, right?”, he drawled with a teasing smirk as he got up and walked around the table to instead sit down on the empty chair to your right that HiMERU had stood up from before.

Then before you could protest in any way, Rinne wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer so your head was resting against his chest. You felt your cheeks heat up at the close proximity to the man as you felt his chest rumble beneath you as he laughed loudly like a hyena.

“Nyahaha, well what do you think Kohaku-cha- “

Rinne´s voice broke off when he suddenly fell off his chair and crashed onto the ground with a loud thud. Kohaku had apparently harshly kicked the chair he was sitting on, causing it to tumble. You too would have fallen had he not quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him instead. You were glad there weren´t any other customers around otherwise the loud noise would have gotten quite a bit of attention. Niki also must have left by now or he would have immediately stormed out of the kitchen to check up on what had happened.

Rinne rubbed his head as he was sitting on the floor of the restaurant, groaning all the while, obviously in pain from the sudden and harsh fall.

“Aw heck, what was all that about, Kohaku-chan? Hit a nerve or something?”

Kohaku merely tightened the grip he had on your hand from preventing your fall, the same dark look still on his face as he watched Rinne in what could only be described as hatred and disgust.

“How dare you”, is what he replies through clenched teeth, his voice shaking with an unbridled amount of rage.

“You know, I should be the one saying that? You got up on the wrong foot today or something?”

Then, despite his obvious pain, a mischievous smirk crossed Rinne´s face as he regarded the way Kohaku had protectively pulled you against his chest and how he was holding onto you as if his life depended on it.

“Or did my little teasing hit a nerve or something? Aww, Kohaku-chan really does have an adorable little crush on our dearly beloved produ- “

He wasn´t able to even finish his sentence, it had all happened too fast. In what seemed like a mere second, Kohaku had let go of your hand, much to your confusion, only to pull something from his jacket pocket. It looked metallic and shined in the dimmed lights of the café.

Only when the floor turned red from Rinne´s spilled blood did you realize that the mysterious object was a knife, one of the ones that were given to customers when they ordered food here.

Even when you heard Rinne scream in pain, your brain couldn´t process what had just happened. There was red. Everywhere.

Rinne´s hair. Rinne´s clothes.

The floor. The knife.

Kohaku´s face. Kohaku´s clothes.

It was all seeped in a dark crimson color.

You felt your vision blur as your knees gave up under you, causing you to tumble to the ground. Your whole body was shaking in fear, it caught up to the situation way quicker than your mind did. You could only rely on instincts, it was all too much to bear right now.

You were sure this scene would haunt you for the rest of your life. The shocked and pained expression on Rinne´s face, the lifeless look in Kohaku´s eyes.

As you watched Kohaku stab the knife into Rinne´s chest a second time, as if to make sure that he was really dead, you finally got a hold of yourself and started slowly backing away from the person that you had once thought of as someone you could trust. How wrong you were.

But you couldn´t dwell on that for too long, you had to worry about your own safety now. Your friend had turned into a violent murderer in the blink of an eye and you had to get away as quickly as possible. You could properly mourn Rinne later, for now, you had to make sure that you wouldn´t be joining him.

But as luck would have it, as soon as you tried to make your way to the exit, Kohaku turned around to face you. You felt rooted to the spot with the way he gazed at you. There was still a burning rage inside his violet eyes but the storm broiling inside of him seemed to calm as you two made eye contact. His expression softened and there was what could only be described as a sick smile on his face, considering he had just killed someone.

But that fact didn´t seem to bother Kohaku the tiniest bit. It´s as if this wasn´t the first time he had done something as terrible as this, he paid no attention to the blood that soaked his shirt or the smell of death that lingered in the air.

No, instead he was solely focused on you. It sent shivers down your spine that he could act so calmly in a situation such as this. You honestly would have preferred it if he was screaming, crying, anything at all that would show that this had an impact on him!

But no, instead he only smiled.

He smiled and walked toward you.

You screamed, you turned around and ran, but it seemed the past would repeat itself, for he once again grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards his chest, as he wrapped his other arm around you, dropping the knife in the process.

But compared to earlier, you didn´t feel relieved that he had grabbed you. No longer was his presence a comforting one to you, instead all you could feel was horror as you heard the way his heart sped up when you were pressed against him so closely.

You shivered and cried, scared and afraid and uncertain about what would happen to you now.

“Shh, it´s all okay now, y/n-han. I did what needed to be done. He was always bothering ya, making more work for ya and such. There´s no reason to cry over someone like him. I did you a favor by getting rid of this pest. I did us a favor.”

Kohaku gently whispered the last part, only serving to frighten you further. You didn´t understand. Did he kill Rinne because of you? But why? Even with his explanation, you couldn´t understand. Couldn´t understand why he had thought extreme measures like this were necessary.

But you were exhausted. You didn´t want to think about this entire disaster for another second. Just for a moment, you wanted to forget. Forget this ever happened.

But you couldn´t when you felt Kohaku tighten his hold on you as if he was afraid that you might try to escape again. He didn´t want to let you go, he wouldn´t let you.

“I love ya, y/n-han. No one is going to bother ya anymore so long as I´m with ya. I won´t let anything happen to you.”

There was a brief pause there that made your breath hitch as you anxiously waited for Kohaku to continue.

“I´ll remove anyone that comes between us from now on. I won´t allow it any longer. I promise.”

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Small things I think I'd like for myself, a non-exhaustive list:

- Be engaging and fun to watch the streams of, enough to build up a small group of people who want to watch my streams regularly. so whenever I do one, I have people to converse consistently with in the chat and connect to

-improve my art enough that I can do more interesting and dynamic poses and produce cool pieces faster. It'd also be rad if i got to a point that people might tip me for the chance for some of my work, even the silly doodles, not just because they're my buddies (though I will never not appreciate the kindness of friendship too <3).

- Write again, whatever I want. Write the characters I want to. Create for myself, or to share with others, both art and writing, but without the expectation that anyone *should* like it. It's okay if it's just me. I'll love it enough for everyone. Notes don't matter to me already, but i need the same mindset about comments and engagement, where they're icing on the cake, but the cake should be mine to enjoy the process of baking.

- fight to become kinder and more patient again. I feel like I've lost myself because of traumatic events and some abuse over the last few years, and I'm not as good at being someone worth being around as I used to be. I burned out and I've struggled to be as understanding or to say things right, and I've fallen on too-teasing humor. I need to change, to joke in kinder ways than playful jabs that could accidentally go too far, and to find that gentler version of myself again, while maintaining boundaries. I can be honest and say what people need to hear, but I won't be blunt, I'll take the extra minutes to say it with compassion and sympathy and understanding. I want to be a safe space.

- Learn you can't help everyone. I know I want to, so so bad. But there are times you can't, and accepting that is better than feeling helpless and getting upset. I can't do stuff like donate to everyone who needs it every time, when I don't have anything to spare. I can't give up all of my mental spoons to help someone vent about a stressful day, when I'm barely hanging on by a thread. I can't keep telling myself that my life has no point and It's too late for me to be okay, so the only thing i can do is be of service to others and help them live better lives than me. It isn't too late for me, and my sacrifice wasn't asked for and it doesn't make me a hero or 'good' that i'm willing to do that. I have to kill the egotistic part of my brain that thinks my suffering for that kindness is "noble", and not something that would make the people I'm helping that way feel guilty for taking from me, if they knew. Give what you can spare of yourself, but leave enough to live with. No one wants others to set themselves on fire to keep them warm, and if they do, that isn't a relationship to maintain.

- Stop putting emotional energy into people who won't listen to the advice you give. instead of saying the same thing over and over again and getting resentful that they don't listen, just let them be. sometimes people need to stumble and stand up on their own to really learn for themselves, and it isn't worth all the energy you might try to give, just because you feel it'll help them, especially if they don't truly want to listen.

-You can't fix everything. it's exhausting, and a little too much ego to think you know better for everyone, and it's controlling to try and take over to help someone like a parent they never asked for, even if your intentions are only ever meant to be good and helpful. People are in charge of their own life, and they'll figure their stuff out with time, whether it's learning to listen because of realizing it would've helped a different time, or through trial and error. Keep the advice to people who ask for it, or it actually seems to help, and conserve the energy you'd spend on the people who nod along but never follow-through, so you don't end up feeling frustrated when they don't heed it.

-related, but stop putting as much energy into relationships that feel one-sided. Find people to talk to, to have fun with, and stop investing so much in relationships where almost all of the emotional energy is yours. You can't be the one who always tries to carry a conversation just to see it drop off. If they don't have the energy for you, or you're not a priority, that's okay. We can be friends, and still have nice talks and you can still care about them deeply! But try to prioritize relationships that make you feel you are worth listening to and engaging with, for yourself, rather than the ones where others zone out when you start talking when its not something they care about or are fixated on, or those who only engage when they need a sounding board, or drop off every time you try to engage them. All of these things are fine to do on occasion, don't get me wrong (i do it myself, it's human and not something to punish yourself for) but if it's almost every time, it's okay to feel undervalued. And it's okay to want more, and to focus on the relationships where we prioritize each other more consistently, and listen and engage with each others' interests more equally, both the ones we share, and the ones we just want to talk about with someone. Try not to guilt others for these things because it is natural, but if you need more, you need more, and it's okay to focus your energy where it makes you happier to be, rather than feeling bad the space you're in isn't meeting those needs.

-at the same time, be aware you are not beholden to all of your friends' energy and time. Sometimes, they will not have the energy or spoons to hang out out or talk, but that does not mean they don't love you or spending time with you. Try to be patient and understanding. Sometimes, they will do things without you, with other friends and that is okay, too. They are their own people, and they are allowed to exist outside of being around you, even with other friends. It's alright to feel bad sometimes about missing out, especially if it seems to be about maliciously leaving you out, or about avoiding you, or what you missed out on feels big and important. but it is okay for people to engage one another without inviting every other person they know every time, including yourself. Sometimes, a big group is too much for one person, sometimes they just want one-on-one time--- a friend group is not a singular unit that you are breaking by hanging out with friends separately. While everyone getting to hang out is great, you're allowed to have friendships that don't overlap, and you're allowed to hang out with friends who *do* individually, and everyone else you know is allowed to do the same. It's fair to want to feel a part of things, but it is not a terrible thing for others to enjoy time with just one friend, and it doesn't mean they don't like you or enjoy your company too. it's okay to be disappointed, but try to remember that, and try to find ways to accept it, like making time yourself for special hangout time too, or acccepting that whatever they were engaged with will still be fun for them now, and being okay with being late to the party, so long as you get to join in.

-try to become more positive. Not in a toxic positivity way, but it's okay to curate a space where everything wrong isn't the focus all the time. Being online is an escape, and while it's healthy to vent sometimes and work through problems or tough stuff, it's also easy to fall into consistent negativity, and people exposed too long to that will burn out. It's good to be able to tell people how you feel and communicate, but you need to learn to sometimes sort through things on your own, and try to also be a source of good and energizing feelings to balance out the tough stuff, and strike that balance. talk to people where you can just have fun, and be a source of support and joy for others where being around you ends up with them feeling good more often than sad or hurt or bad. you're not responsible for everyone's feelings, but you can always try to be someone you'd want to be around more, too. Find the things that bring you enthusiasm and be loud and supportive of people you care about-- it doesn't have to be every time, but try to be the person you want others to be for you, who make you feel engaged and listened to and like they care. Take the time to find the words that will mean something to someone, and make the effort to say them, you never know how much it will mean.

-BUT check your ego. Just because you take the time to say something kind because it might mean something to someone else, or to be supportive and listen, and to be that person that you wanted someone else to be for you--- *doesn't* mean that the people you interact with have to be that for you. You are not entitled to them changing for you, or engaging you how you want, or supporting what you make just because you made it. Sometimes tastes or things are different, and that's okay. You are not owed that, just because you do it for someone else. You chose to do what you do, to become more positive because that's the kind of person *you* want to be. it shouldn't be because then they might give you what you want. Friendship is not transactional. If that change does happen, that's great, and you might become closer for it. but you cannot expect that, or make them into what they want, because they are real people. so changing with the expectation that if you try harder, so will they, is unfair to put on them, and will end in disappointment if it doesn't happen.

-if what you really want is something different than what you are given, it can be talked about, if you want to see if it's possible for the relationship to change for your needs. but it's their right to say no to changing anything they do. And it's your right, if that happens, to instead focus on the friendships you have that already suit your needs, or to find new ones, instead of staying in a position you're unhappy with. try to communicate, and/or find the connections that work better for you.

-Communicate better. It's always good to keep trying, and keep getting better at it, even if you think you're already pretty good at. Never assume people know what you're thinking or how you're feeling. If you feel bad and are starting to feel resentful over something, step up to talk it out. just like you aren't in charge of someone else's feelings, they're not in charge of yours. If you feel a certain way, the ball is in your court to engage with someone and figure out how to address the issue, for both of you to resolve it, or understand what's going on. Do your best to figure out and frame things as 'us vs the problem' rather than you vs them, and do your best to be honest, but kind in communicating. Try to be sympathetic and understanding of their side, but don't let their side invalidate your feelings entirely, unless something is cleared up that makes you feel better. Even if you can understand where they're coming from, that doesn't mean what you feel doesn't matter. There are ways to acknowledge what happened without just going with them being right. You aren't doing yourself or them any favors by bending down and just agreeing with them to avoid conflict, that only leaves more hurt feelings and resentments down the road.

-At the same time, though, sometimes it's best to hold your tongue. There are some people who cannot be reasoned with or spoken to, and in those spaces it is best not to waste your energy fighting. Try not to put too much weight to the words of someone who you fundamentally disagree with, it's okay to choose not to engage for your own sanity or safety.

-get a remote job, so I can afford food and rent, so I can not hurt my disabled body just trying to have the money to survive with, and I can give gifts to people I care about and help my friends without worrying about what I have left, and I can afford to pay off student loans still looming over my head.

-write rp again-- I miss it so bad, but I am holding off until I get a job so I don't get sucked in and forget to be responsible. But its a goal to get back to it the minute the other part is handled.

- pay better attention. Try harder to not adhd away when someone is talking. Find methods to be an active listener, or make sure to apologize if I slip up, and show I want to hear what I missed, so the other person can feel listened to.

- take better care of my physical form. I need to eat, and to exercise and get sunlight more. Even if I have to work up to it at my own pace, it is something I have to pursue and choose to commit to, and I want to do better than half-hearted. I don't want to be bed/house-bound, unless it is something I don't have a choice in. Do what I can without causing harm to myself, and understand where my limits are.

-Keep going. Keep going. Keep going, it can get better and it can get worse, but you have to find the reasons why it's worth it to be here to ride out the lows. Keep going. It's okay, people love you, people like you being around, you'll be okay one day. Keep going. I love you.

#tristan rambles #personal stuff #idk what this is exactly #but it feels important to write out and post here for myself #long post #LOOOONG post #if the read moore doesn't work i'll cry

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incarnateirony · 2 years

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Me again 😳 I’ve spent some time browsing your ‘bog’ and thought that you might help with something that’s been bugging me for a while!

I’m somewhat naive about the entertainment industry so I’m not sure I understand the state of affairs as far as the spn universe is concerned. Has chaos machine productions (CMP) bought the rights entirely so the company can do what it likes with it or do Kripke and the WB still have ties to it.

Could CMP create a Castiel series, for example, on a streaming channel without Warner Bros’ involvement?

Thank you for sharing your knowledge and insights with us 😀

OK so this is both very easy, and very complicated.

At a core, WB still owns the IP. That includes the brand, Supernatural, and the characters it was originally sold with, such as Sam and Dean.

Along the way, as characters are created, authors retain some ownership of those characters and get some more flex in what they can be used for. They earn royalties on these characters, which is why Eugenie's fucking bit characters could never stay dead. Hence, for example, it easier to greenlight a Castiel confession being overt, by flagging Kripke (or maybe Edlund, Kripke wrote the first ep he was in but Edlund floated the idea), and getting a nod than say, Dean, and having to wrestle up an obnoxious as corporate ladder of people who don't even watch the show to end up rotting in a voicemail and told Whatever, No, Keep The Status Quo a few months later.

Difference now being the Zaslav/Roth/Chaos Machine arrangement, because there's high potential that Roth may just tell Zaslav to trust Jensen and his 15 years with the franchise. Roth is his mentor, is one of SPN's biggest advocates, and had left WB but was called back to advise on IPs BY Zaslav. So as mad as you are at all the shit Zaslav is nuking, I need you to mentally connect, those are Roth guided decisions, and those decisions simply Will Not torpedo Jensen. They'll only help him.

Roth actually once pitched a Castiel series to Misha. It was Misha that didn't want it. But that said Roth is also a strong believer in Misha. I don't think we'll get it on that premise alone, but it's actually easier to work with. That said, being who Jensen is and where he's positioned, he could very well be poised for strong true executive decisions on the product. While he's not the IP holder, he already got clearance at least to use his character as a core of this story. Whether or not that was openly flagged as gay as the studio itself covered in pride flags he hitched it to, hard to say.

CM has an Exclusivity Deal. It means their production house will serve exclusively as a production studio for WB content for X period of time, until it expires, or the deal is re-upped. It makes budgets fluid, and brokers out far more easily on the use of licensed IP if you're actually a signed production house acting as a development-to-production studio.

Does that help? Lemme know if I gotta explain any other part.

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#no dude she has no character arc. no emotion. every third interaction she has is her telling people they're worthless while the bus cheers.

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ANNOUNCEMENT:

So... I completely reworked Fate's Crystal Majesty.

After realizing that the first book was long enough to be almost 2 and a half whole novels... I decided to break it into chunks. In doing that, I've changed several parts of the story that many people have already seen.

BUT!

That also means the book is several steps closer to being worthy of possibly getting published!

So. The website has been redesigned and the live chapters have been re-uploaded as google docs rather than site pages. Not only does this make interaction more smooth, it also creates better ease of access. As always, they are completely open for comments and interaction!

A story can't happen without its reader, after all...

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I have no idea about what bigotry/drama/war unfolded while I wasn't looking (my dash is sprinkled with a wide variety of conflicting takes that do absolutely nothing to clarify whatever the heck I missed) but more and more lately I'm thinking that we as a community need to just... Have a fucking meeting. Because there is a LOT of thinly veiled shit that seems to constantly be happening. Everything from people starting drama about writing about ~bad things~ (a gay person having a homophobic villain character in their works and getting attacked for it) to SERIOUS racism (apparently someone said they want to live in a world/write a world with only one race? The fuck?) to cultural appropriation/deeply rooted lack of knowledge about a culture being referenced (saw a writer trying to just... Claim Aphrodite as a 'trans-masc icon' and trying to rename her 'Aphrodito'???) To mountains of mountains of toxic positivity and/or insisting on asanine levels of 'purity' within the work of other people.

Genuinely. We all need to like... Talk.

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Okay so this is very obviously NOT the finished product. Not even a little bit. But I'm writing a prequel bit for Fate's Crystal Majesty for @athena-anna-rose's writing contest. And. I'm having the hardest and funniest fucking time writing an oblivious straight man. I have no experience in this category of Guy so writing this bit is killing my sensibilities but it's already so fucking funny and I wanted to share. Current progress is under the cut. This is turning into a comedy.

Contest Story: What Once Was

"I've been meaning to say this for a while," said a voice, light and playful like a bell. "...But you really are pretty cute, mister Crown Prince!"

Solaris Trinidad Coronis nearly slammed his book closed, face turning red as his head whipped around. There, standing behind him, was a young mage— a university student that was younger than him, and a familiar one. Her blonde hair and aquamarine eyes would have been a dead giveaway, even if her uniquely folded 'dog' ears didn't signal her identity and status.

"O-oh, you're… Lunari Nitewing, correct? I believe I've seen you around…" He asked, doing his best to ignore her commentary on him. He nearly winced as he glanced at the nearby clock, suddenly noticing the time.

The young half-Rorvan nodded, grinning. "Yes, your highness. But I'm surprised you remembered my name… They say you spend too much time with your head hidden in these books to notice much, and I'll admit, this library is where I usually end up seeing you."

He sniffed, wolf ears giving a disdainful twitch as he collected his studying materials. "Well 'they' don't seem to know the value of being well-read… but at least they're smart enough not to insult me to my face, I guess…" Though… he thought wryly, I'd have to be blind not to notice the most magical young woman on the planet. "...You ought not to listen to gossip, Miss Nitewing. You have a lot of talent. It would be a true shame if you got caught up in a bad crowd."

"I find your studious nature endearing, actually!" The girl giggled. He suddenly realized how petite she was as she sat on the table, her eyes just barely higher than his were. "Makes you seem like a normal person."

"You'll find that I am a normal person, Miss Nitewing," he said, voice even. "I do what I can to make sure that being a prince doesn't get in the way of being a good citizen."

He stood then, gathering his books in his arms, then gave the girl another quick once-over. Sky blue Rorvan-inspired blouse over white pants, dark boots, a charming blue headband to match her top, tasteful floral scented oils along her pulse points… she looked a bit too nice for a trip to the library.

Is she… going out with someone?

He gave a polite cough. "If you're planning to meet someone, you shouldn't be chatting me up… someone might get the wrong idea if you speak to me."

She smiled almost pointedly. "Oh, I don't know if I'm going out yet… the guy I like doesn't seem to notice me as much as he thinks he does. I'm actually here to talk him into going to dinner with me."

Solaris blinked, suddenly a little surprised and annoyed on her behalf. What kind of idiot wouldn't notice her? "Oh… that's too bad. Someone as interesting as you should be at the top of anyone's list. Are you meeting him here?"

The young woman giggled. "Actually, he's already here. I'm just running a social experiment to see how long it takes him to notice."

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The Crystalline King

Lilly watched as the young Keir—he really was so, so small here—quietly edged towards a door frame. Somehow, despite the fact that she was much further away, voices suddenly came to her the same way they would have if she stood where the young prince did. It was as if, even here, that part of their connection still worked. But the sounds were… odd. Entangled, somehow. It was impossible to tell who spoke, without seeing who was in that room.

"... But you know he'll probably never have magic like us."

"We can't say that! He's only a child, just like Rolph had been before he left because of all this pressure. His magic could manifest any day now, or maybe even years from now, and that's fine!"

Lilly blinked, then jogged over to the doorway, watching things unfold. There stood a young Crowlyn, looking around her own age, leaning against a table and facing the king… who looked very different from when she last saw him in real life, a creepy and dangerous figure with a fake smile and lacking entirely in humanity.

No, this was an entirely different man. Tall, yes, but only barely taller than the average human. Velvety black hair with greying highlights framed his face, and seemingly helped to hold up glasses with a thin wire frame. His shirt was strikingly white and billowy, draping over somewhat lean limbs and tucked into brown working pants and a pair of well used boots, as well as a pair of leather bracers at his wrists. Like Keir, the king wore minimal jewelry. Much of it was made of sturdy leather and gold chain—including a piece resting at his forehead and looping under his hair, which seemed to stand in for a crown like she'd seen Keir wear occasionally. The way he stood and the magical atmosphere around him, however, resembled Crowlyn. He had an aura that even she could feel, and a sense of strength and authority that went beyond the physical. She couldn't quite see his eyes… but she knew that he could probably stop armies with a glare. This was the man from the painting she'd seen. Handsome. Soft features, clean and well-kept hair and close-cropped beard, a voice that was soft, but firm. A smile that radiated kindness—if not also a tight frustration at the current discussion with Crow. He looked so… normal. Like a father. Not at all the imposing and dangerous force that he had been when she’d met him.

She could understand how Lunari might fall in love with this man, rather than the king she knew he would become.

"But still, an heir to this kingdom must have magic,” Solaris said, “It's the only way we keep our status as leaders over the other Daekin. If it wasn't for Lunari bringing together the other mages and supplying most of the power to build this place, I doubt we'd be held in such high regard. An heir who's empty of magic cannot take the throne while you are still an option to rally behind. It must be you, unless..."

"You're too much of a pessimist. And he doesn't need magic, if he has a mage and advisor,” Crowlyn argued.

"You only say that to avoid your duties, my son. Whether they lead anywhere or not, marriage interviews are part of the job—"

“—An unnecessary part, I assure you—!"

"—and are vital to keeping our family line strong,” the older man sighed, rubbing his neck. Did… did he seem sorry for having to say these things, or was Lilly just imagining it? “Our ancestors were the first Rorvae. The first to undergo the changes back on Earth, and the first to access the magic behind Fate. Our history and future are important things that must be maintained, at any cost."

Changes… back on Earth?

But no one elaborated on her silent question. “Keir can do that easily when he's old enough. Leave me to my own business,” Crow said, an edge to his voice, “And stop trying to force all these petty she-wolves on me! I'm not going to suddenly be more normal just because you set me up with someone!"

"Crowlyn…"

"No offense, father, but I'm tired. You should really go and see your sick wife for once, instead of barking in my ear about something neither of us needs to be concerned about."

As Crowlyn abruptly turned she watched Keir half-fall over himself to get clear of the door, while she also stepped back. He was nowhere near fast enough, though, and Crow—he seriously couldn’t possibly be a day over twenty—nearly tripped over him as he rounded the corner. Upon finding the younger prince, Crowlyn immediately signaled for silence, fluidly picking him up and trotting away.

Lilly glanced between the king and retreating princes, then turned to follow—

"I don't have my wife's talent for discernment, but I'm not entirely blind either."

The girl halted, her head whipping back to Solaris. He'd sat down at the wide table and started to write something. After a moment, he looked up with eyes that bore a startling resemblance to Keir's. They looked like bright gemstones, faceted and glimmering an array of yellows and oranges as light shifted around him. But unlike Keir's warm honey and amber tones, the eyes of king Solaris were hard and cold with their brightness, and zeroed in on her with alarming precision. They looked so light and alive compared to the last time she'd stared him down.

"Well, come in. You don't appear to be here to kill me… and from what little I can see of you I doubt you could regardless. Just skin and bones, you are"

The girl shivered, then entered the room. Once she'd gotten past the door, it clacked shut, trapping her and causing her to jump with a squeak.

"A girl? And human as well, it seems… I have no idea what you're doing here, but you shouldn't be roaming around so… willy-nilly. This place can be dangerous," he said, turning his attention back to what he was writing, almost sounding concerned for her safety. "But I suppose the guards cannot see you, as powerful as your spell is… though I'm shocked Crowlyn didn't spot you either. He's a very powerful mage… perhaps even more powerful than me. He's at least on par with Lunari, when she was younger. He must be just as frustrated as I am, to be so distracted."

Lilly swallowed. "I… don't know if he can see me, since he's who I'm… supposed to be following. 'Dream-walking', I think Crowlyn called it?"

The king nodded absently. "He sent you from somewhere himself, then… and you are a powerful magician in your own right. Your combined magic must have affected his spell, if you're here, and able to move independently. This isn't dream-walking, young lady. You've projected your soul back along Crowlyn's timeline. So... you aren't a spy, nor an assassin. Humor me, girl, why are you here?"

"Well… uh…" Lilly fumbled, her heart racing. Was it even safe to talk to this man? In a few short years, he'd be hurting his children left and right! She didn't want to give him anything he could use.

Solaris paused, then sighed, his shoulders sagging a bit. "It seems I've frightened you by accident… I apologize. When they call me 'the crystal king', it isn't just because of my eyes… I'm also a bit cold and rigid. You've caught me in a bit of a mood. Crowlyn, bless his heart, has put me in a difficult position. I don't want to force him to marry when he obviously isn't interested in women, but a king needs to be able to carry on his legacy. He can't dance around the problem forever, but he also doesn't seem keen on telling me his actual reasons. If he would, I'd be able to relent a bit…"

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Contest Story: What Once Was

Heya! This is my entry into the writing contest being held by @athena-anna-rose! It's a short story involving some characters from my book, Fate's Crystal Majesty, and hints at some of the events to come. I recommend reading it in the original document HERE, because Tumblr breaks everything and doesn't allow for other fonts (and also removed every ounce of formatting in the story).

I put a lot of thought into what scenes to show, so I hope you find the story interesting!

"I've been meaning to say this for a while," said a voice, light and playful like a bell. "...But you really are pretty cute when you're lost in a good story, mister Crown Prince!"

Solaris Trinidad Coronis nearly slammed his book closed, face turning red as his head whipped around. There, standing behind him, was a young mage— a student at the nearby university, and a familiar one. Her blonde hair and aquamarine eyes would have been a dead giveaway, even if her uniquely folded ears didn't signal her identity and status. A human-Rorvan hybrid, with strong magic and eyes nearly as mesmerizing as his own, could only be one person.

"O-oh, you're… Lunari Nitewing, correct? I believe I've seen you around…" He asked, adjusting his glasses, doing his best to ignore her commentary on him and hoping the magic in his eyes hadn't flared up. He nearly winced as he glanced at the nearby clock, suddenly noticing the time. The pups would probably tease him again for staying out so late...

"You'll find that I am a normal person, Miss Nitewing," he said, voice even. "I do what I can to make sure that being a prince doesn't get in the way of being a good citizen… or parent, though I can't say I'm doing a stellar job at the moment. I ended up getting lost in my reasearch."

Is she… going out with someone?

He gave a polite cough. "If you're planning to meet someone, you shouldn't be chatting me up… someone might get the wrong idea if you speak to me."

Solaris blinked, suddenly a little surprised, and annoyed on her behalf. What kind of idiot wouldn't notice her? "Oh… that's too bad. Someone as interesting as you should be at the top of anyone's list. Are you meeting him here?"

The young woman giggled. "Actually, he's already here. I'm just running a social experiment to see how long it takes him to notice."

Prince Solaris looked around. His lanky build let him have a good view of most places, and from where he was standing… this floor of the library seemed empty, aside from himself and the young mage that still sat rather casually on the table.

I don't see…?

"You know…" she started, and when he looked down at her he found that her eyes almost seemed to twinkle in the artificial light of the nearby reading lamps. "...I've been saving up for this date for nearly a month, so it'll be a shame if he turns me down."

Solaris blinked, noticing a hint of humor in Lunari's eyes, but chivalry won out over his ability to think past the sudden twinge of his heart. "That is quite a power move on your part, Miss Nitewing… but I must say, any man that forces you to pay for him as well as you, isn't worth your time. Call me old-fashioned, but a first date should be a meeting of equals."

She giggled, and he suddenly twitched to adjust his glasses. "If it were a normal man, I'd agree… but I'm afraid that I'm quite fond of this poor soul. He and I haven't talked much, but…" she said, looking up at him, eyes sparkling in shades of blue. "The medium of my magic is Shadow… and shadows tend to talk. This particular man's shadow says he's lonely, and a bit tired from all the stress he's been under after an awkward breakup. I decided it might be nice to treat him and his children to something fun. Maybe ice cream, since I know he has a thing for sweets."

Solaris suddenly blushed. Children? She has eyes for someone with kids? That would make him probably as old as… probably a lot like… and he enjoys ice cream like…

"...Oh."

"I've been watching this man from afar…" she confided, looking almost shy, as if watching the dots connect in Solaris' head while his ears twitched in embarrassment. "I don't think he really noticed. I've been trying not to scare him off, you see, since he's the type who tends to overthink things. I didn't want him to think that I was just approaching out of the blue or that I wanted something I shouldn't… but I didn't quite know how to start a real conversation with such a dignified gentleman."

The prince looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "...What will you do if he declines?"

"Probably just try again tomorrow. I'm very persistent!"

"And you don't mind that he… has children?"

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