#i dont know if i am lactose intolerant but i suspect so
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Change makes you realise things that don't realise in plain sight.
Like knowing that you will miss your cousin's cheese noodles when you leave home.
Even if it gave you indigestion. Because you eat it even if you think you are at least mildly lactose intolerant.
Because doing so is defying God for nerfing you.
But change is also an opportunity to start something new. Maybe it's on your own, or with new, strange people.
Maybe you'll even find new ways to make the creator regret taking away your ability to digest 2 tubs of classic vanilla.
#i was thinking#and i got deep#introspection#shit is happening and i am forced to reevaluate#i dont know if i am lactose intolerant but i suspect so#i miss the days of icecream binges#tape#glitter tape
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Scream
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Synopsis: It’s been a year since your mother was slaughtered, with no leads pointing to any possible suspects. It’s been an up-hill battle for you to accept what happened— especially with no answers or closure— and the citizens of your hometown have been sleeping with one eye open ever since. But now, the mystery killer has decided to make an anniversary visit, and is making it known that they not only have a dire love for infamous horror films... but they also have their targets set on you and all of your closest friends.
Word count: 8k
Headline: Small Town Woodsbroro Is Waking Up Screaming Once Again!
Warnings: dark themes; Gore; Smut; Crackhead humor (only because I promised my bff I’d give her an honorable death scene); Foul language; Jungkook is psychotic; Graphic depictions of him killing your mom/friends; we’re also going to pretend that it’s outrageously easy to get away with murder; dont fact check me on anything you read here; rough sex; mask kink.
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Baley was high as a fucking kite.
So high, that she didn’t care about it being 1am as she blasted the Cha-Cha slide at full volume.
So high, that she was completely disregarding her lactose intolerance whilst making herself a triple layered, sharp cheddar grilled cheese that was bound to have her ass blasting right back off by 3am.
So, outrageously stoned, that she was totally unaware of the masked killer standing just outside the glass doors in her kitchen, watching her every move.. With her beat up, hogtied boyfriend laying out next to him.
“Now it’s time to fawnky! To the right now—“
She crab walked along with the instructions, spatula in hand.
“To the left!”
“Take it back now, y’all.”
Ghostface grimaced beneath his mask, eyes stalking the stoned woman with disdain. She was the epitome of “crackhead energy” and it pissed him off how much she resembles you. It only makes sense, being as you two have been best friends since kindergarten— probably soulmates in a past life— but it is within that fact that Ghostface has grown to absolutely fucking loath her.
She’s too much like you. She keeps up with your humor and probably has more of your heart than he, himself, has earned a place in yet. He knows good and well that if it ever came down to you having to pick between him and her, you’ll pick her.
That simply will not do. That’s exactly why he is about to rid you of that option— or, as he sees it, the dilemma.
He growled and swung at the air, wishing he could just bust in and end her already.
“How could you be in love with that creature?” He hissed at Taehyung, the built-in voice box beneath his mask altering it enough to remain anonymous. The question was quite hypocritical, being as he was in love with a girl that most would consider Baley’s second-half, but only you were an exception to being so.. abnormal.
“Mmmph—“ Taehyung drearily gurgled out from beneath the strip of tape over his mouth, tears breaching his eyes as he watched Baley’s precious, uncoordinated ass do the “Charlie brown”. It looked more like a fucked up gallop.
“What is the sex like, dude?” Ghostface ripped the duck tape off Taehyung’s split lips. “That’s a serious question.”
“Boo bear..” was all Taehyung could muster up, more scared for her than himself.
Ghostface gagged and slapped the tape right back on with a little too much force, having to take a second to regain his composure before pressing the call button on Taehyung’s phone. The Spotify music thankfully cut off as her phone rang out from the counter.
Baley was only upset for a split before she spotted the name on her phone screen, and was quick to answer it with a sickening amount of glee.
“Angel muffin!” She cooed. Gross
“Hi, boo bear..” Ghostface flipped his middle finger up at Taehyung before clutching his Bowie knife back down to his side.
“Oh my God, What was that? You sound like Corpse, mixed with the bear from Five Nights At Freddy’s.”
“The bears name is Freddy, dumbass.”
Baley neck rolled back in offense.
“Are you trying to get pegged or prolapsed? Might wanna remember who the fuck you’re talking to, the next time you call this cellular.” She snapped, hanging the phone up with a viscous pout. She still somehow managed to pick back up on the beat and cha-cha’d real smooth as she took the pot off the eye and turned the stove off, visibly upset.
Ghostface stood there for a moment, processing what she just said, before turning towards Taehyung.
“She claps your cheeks?”
Taehyung glared back at the screaming-ghost mask, bracing himself when a gloved hand reached out to once again rip the ductape off his lips.
“It’s not sus!” He immediately defended. “I have a gspot up there for a reason. I am not ashamed to use it.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that!” The killer snapped out. “why would you let that.. unstable individual insert something into your rectum—“
“You’ve got a whole lotta nerve calling somebody else unstable,” Taehyung deadpanned, and with that, his mouth was once again resealed shut.
He called Baley’s phone again, just as she was about to take a bite of the sandwhich that she’ll, unfortunately, never get to eat.
“What, fucker?” She scorned.
“I can see you.”
“Oh, yeah?” She sarcastically spat. “Then what am I doing?”
She clenched her buttcheeks in and hunched her back out, her body resembling a question mark, before vigorously gyrating her body- mostly just her spine. Jungkook knows from the various tiktoks you’ve shown him that he was witnessing the inverted-twerk.
“Hm? Tell me, fuckboy. What am I doing?”
”Something a fucking cockroach does after I spray Raid on it. How the fuck do you clench your buttcheeks like that?”
Baley halted in mid thrust, surprised but not exactly fearful (yet) as she whizzed around to face the sliding glass doors that led into her back yard. It was pitch black outside, and all she could see was her own reflection starring back at her. She was also too high to care about the fact that she had the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and the strings pulled all the way out, which only exposed the center of her face in a squished circle.
“I use my glutes. You know that. Why haven’t you come in?” She asked, not superstitious but a lil-stitious.
“This isn’t Taehyung.”
“Okay, Isn’t Taehyung. Why haven’t you come in?”
“Because I want you to come out here.” The killer responded, grinning at the visible unease finally creeping into the girls stance.
“Okay, babe— I hate to be a bummer here, but considering that today is the one-year anniversary of Ms. (L/N)’s murder, this isn’t very Cash Money of you. Can you please just come in and.. stop?”
He let out a chuckle, a dark one.
“Boo bear?”
“What, Isn’t Taehyung?”
“Turn on the outside lights.“
Ghostface put the speaker on the phone and sat it on the ground as he crouched over Taehyung, pulling him to sit up straight. He watched as Baley apprehensively padded over to the light switch by the door. He could practically feel her heart beating in-sync with Taehyung’s racing one as he placed the knife to his neck, smiling beneath his disguise.
The lights flickered on, and she screamed, terror finally bringing the seriousness out in the situation.
“HANG UP OR MOVE A MUSCLE AND HE DIES!” The killer roared, knowing she was still too high for her survival instincts to kick in. Any sober, sane individual would’ve probably caught on to the fact that they were gonna die no matter what she did. What was just making it easier for himself, knowing her dumbass was gonna comply.
“W-What do you want me to do?”
See?
“Be a good girl, and come here.”
“Quit trying to seduce me, you sick son of a bitch. My boyfriend’s literally right there!” She croaked out, voice shrill with exasperation.
The killer plunged the knife into Taehyung’s arm, making him jolt to life with a pain-filled howl. Baley began sobbing out, apologizing profusely.
“Your boyfriends going to get gutted like a fish if I have to repeat myself. Drop the phone and come here.” Ghostface seethed, wrenching the knife back out on the last word.
Baley reluctantly— and stupidly— did as told. She let the phone fall from her hand, then jumped out of her skin as the Bluetooth reconnected in the house and started playing WAP. She tried not to sing along despite the situation as she padded over, shaky hands rising to cover her mouth.
“N-Now what?” She asked.
“I just figured your last words should be said face-to-face. Is there anything you two would like to say to each other?” He asked, that being the only generosity he’d be willing to spare as he ripped the tape away from Tae’s mouth, one last time.
Baley dropped to her knees, so much despair in her eyes. So many things she wanted to say. She recollected herself and caught her breath in just enough time to utter final goodbye: “I-I-I said certified freak..”
Tae’s eyes closed as a single tear escaped, nodding his head in understanding. “Seven days a week...”
“GAH!” The killer roared out, wrenching Taehyung’s head back to slice his throat before shoving him away and lunging at Baley.
She landed on her back with him on top, and he wasted no time as he began slashing her apart, in any way he possibly could. He let all the pent up rage and annoyance he felt towards her, out on her body. It was worse than the brutality he inflicted on to your mother this time last year. He’d only stabbed her a total of 19 times— one for every year she failed you as a mother. With Baley, he didn’t stop tearing into her until WAP ended. And damn, did it feel good. He finally felt like he’d purged his soul clean.
This may all seem reckless, but Jungkook was actually just lucky. In order to mask his true motive behind all this, he had to find another one to cover it with. It was simply convenient that Baley’s father is the town mayor, and after a little digging, he made the grand discovery that he was also having a secret affair with (Y/N)’s mother. In fact, the mayor had several mistresses throughout the town.
Jungk—er, Ghostface.. chopped off one of Baley’s fingers and slid the glass door shut, writing the same words on it that he wrote on your mother’s bathroom mirror.
CHEATING PIG!!
Yes. When he did this last year, the police had to dissect through your mother’s long line of past sexual partners, and had to track down the father you never met for an interview. No leads came about, because it was all time wasted, anyways. Now, with this new addition, the mayor will not only have to set the scandals ablaze again by having to publicly confess his infidelity to the town and police, but they’ll have to lead on another pointless investigation for every woman he’s cheated with— over a dozen of them. They’ll have to also charge him with withholding crucial information from the investigation as well, but what’s so fucking comical about it all is that.. NONE of it has anything to do with any of this. It’ll just be another cold case with no leads.
And maybe, just MAYBE you’ll be smart enough to ditch this place and come with him. That’s all he wanted. You have nothing left and nothing to come back to now, and as long as you give in to him and leave, there won’t have to be anymore lives taken. You could start a new life and never experience another hell like the one he’s creating here. If only you’d say yes.
“May you both continue to clap each other’s cheeks in the deepest depths of hell,” he told the mauled corpses as he walked off, so happy to have Baley gone that he almost wanted to skip to his car.
Now, he will go home and clap your cheeks to complete the cycle.
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“Damnit, bitch, pick up,” you huffed in frustration as Baley’s FaceTime continued to roll over, telling you that she’s unavailable. You thought you could power through today with your newly adapted ability to suppress shit, but it was hard when you’re left alone to reminisce. You just couldn’t shake the fact that the date on today’s calendar marked the same day that your heart, soul, and peace of mind was so horribly torn apart.
It didn’t help that you also missed your mother terribly. She wasn’t always the best, but she still loved you, and you loved her. Oh, God. Mom—
No. No. Don’t think about her.
You tried calling Baley one more time and couldn’t fight off the tremble in your hands, nor the tears at your water ducts as it rung through till the end. Damnit.
You couldn’t be angry. She doesn’t owe you the company— especially since you two have already been FaceTiming all day. But she was good at distractions, always able to drag you out of your shell of deprecation with her chaotic sense of humor. She is one of the only two people you have in your life that are capable of doing such, but you knew you’d get scolded if you blew up the others phone. Jungkook hates being hounded and rushed, having already told you that he’ll be there any minute. But he’s taking way too fucking long it seems, and you just hate sitting here, waiting.
You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. The feeling first crept up on you this time last year and never left. You felt so venerable to the cruel world when you’re alone, especially since the maniac is still out there.
You still resent the police department for practically giving up on your mother’s case after 9 months. “Cheating pig” was the only lead they got and yet, it pointed them no where. She wasn’t in a relationship. She didn’t even like relationships. And still, they deemed it a randomized attack— no leads, no motives. Nothing. Just a local woman stabbed in the chest 19 times while taking a shower. Like some Psycho remake. No signs of forced entry. No evidence of sexual assault. Just a very passionate, yet unexplainable massacre with a useless message left behind.
It doesn’t make sense. And even though you wish to never have the attacker come back, you can feel it in your bones that they will wish to clarify it one day.
“Fuck it.” You breathed out, heart slamming against your chest and paranoia gnawing at your insides as you quickly scrolled to Jungkook contact. But then, just as your thumb twitched to press the call button, your door bell rung and you sprung up to your feet, making a mad dash to the door. You checked the peep hole first, just knowing it was gonna be him, but was disappointed when it wasn’t. That still didn’t keep a rush of relief from washing over you when you did see who it really was, though. You forced a welcoming smile on to your face as you unlocked all 7 bolts from the door, and opened it to greet Namjoon and Hobi with a hug.
They were cops, currently in their uniforms, also old friends from highschool. They’ve been looking out for you ever since last year, always making sure you knew you were safe beneath their watch. They use to take turns guarding your house until they were told to stop, but you were extremely happy to see them both here at the same time tonight.
“Everything okay?” Hobi asked, having noticed the shake in your limbs during the brief embrace. He leaned back and observed the tension in your eyes, even though you were hoping to hide it.
“Yes, just— today,” was all you could say, and didn’t have to clarify for them to understand.
“That’s why we’re here. We got permission to guard your house tonight,” Namjoon explained, eyes drifting over your shoulder and into your house. “Are you alone?”
“Yes, but Jungkook should be here any minute now. He had to go to South Korea for a week for his fathers birthday and just flew back in tonight, but apparently there’s been some huge wreck on the main highway and everyone has been stuck.”
That bit of information was actually true. However, Jungkook was lucky enough to have just miss it.. because he’s the one that actually caused it. It was honestly dumb-luck as to how he did it, but kind of amazing when given details.
He was in the express lane, him and the car behind him hitting 80mph. He recognized the car as the one that was parked beside his back at the airport, because he had stopped and took a moment to judge the driver for how worn down and raggedy the tires were. One bad pot hole or nail in the road would strip that sucker straight from the rim.
And that’s exactly what inspired him as he recognized the car, an idea sparking that could soon serve as an alibi in the future. He already had a hand out the window, smoking a cigarette. He still has those iron steak-nails he used at his construction sight. They’re 5 inches in length, subtle enough to casually drop out of a car window along with the cigarette. If they hit just right...
He gave it a try, honestly thinking it wasn’t going to work.
But holy fucking hell, did it. Not even a second after he dropped it, did the car suddenly swerve out as it’s tires screeched and sparks flew. Rubber scattered out amongst the road as the car continued to spin out, getting struck by a the car in all 6 lanes of traffic, ultimately causing a huge pile up in just under 10 seconds. It was the most destruction he’s ever witnessed and it happened so fucking fast he almost ran himself off the road just watching from the rear view mirror.
“NO FUCKING WAY!” Jungkook had squawked out as his head rapidly whipped back and forth to witness the massive mess he just created behind him. He was smiling like the maniac he is, undoubtably impressed with himself. He did it so lazily, too. But it only pumped him up even more for what he needed to do- the whole reason he even thought to do that. He only wanted something major enough to buy himself maybe an hour’s worth of time, so that when/if he gets interrogated in the future, they can check the traffic reports for a registered wreck to fit his alibi. But considering that he just shut the whole damn highway down, it’ll not only register but definitely make tonight’s news.
“Ah, yeah. We heard about that. 36 cars piled up. Can’t believe nobody was killed.” Namjoon said.
“How the fuck did that even happen?” You wondered, baffled.
“Some dickhead was going 80 an hour on an old tire and it wiped out after hitting a nail on the road. Thankfully, he only has a broken nose and whip flash, but with all the cars that got totaled— I don’t even want to know how much the cost of damage would be. But it caused 5 miles worth of traffic back-up.”
“Mm..” you grimaced, shaking your head. “Well.. would you guys like some dinner? Maybe some Coffee?”
“Ah, thanks, but there’s no need. We’ve got all the energy drinks and McDonald’s we need. You just chill out for the night, we’re right out here if you need anything,” Hobi assured, making you genuinely smile for the first time in the past two days.
But that was just before a familiar car pulled up that had your mood skyrocketing.
“FINALLY!” You broke out, sprinting down the steps and over the driver side of it right as the man of the hour stepped out. He welcomed you with open arms and easily lifted your feet up of the ground.
He looked just as good as he smelt. You’ve missed him more than words could describe in this past week— and Jungkook knew it. Of course, he had offered to take you with him so that you could finally meet his parents. But as predicted, you declined, saying that it’d be too much to meet his mother when the anniversary of your own’s death was approaching.
You continued to squeeze your arms around his neck for the next several seconds, and it wasn’t until he heard you sniffling and felt your shoulders shake that he realized you were crying. He couldn’t help but like that type of reaction. He was hoping the distance would torment you, maybe teach your ass a lesson.
“Don’t cry,” he rumbled in your ear as he pressed you hard against his lower half, making sure to up the intimacy of the embrace as he felt the eyes of the onlookers in the yard.
He waited for a second before peering over at the officers, who were awkwardly standing beside their cars. He gave a wave, pretending as if he were sheepish about them having to witness this.
“How’s it goin, guys?”
“Fine, fine,” Hobi responded. “Don’t mind us. We’re just here to watch out for you guys.”
“I appreciate that. Really.” He said in his best acting voice, even flashing a dimpled grin that gave off nothing but innocence as the two got into a patrol car, nodding to him in welcome. It actually makes things more convenient for him. They’ll be able to backup his whereabouts later on.
He pondered this while returning his attention to you, coaxing you out of your emotional outburst.
“I’m sorry. It’s just been so hard not having you here. Fuck, I’m so glad you’re back.” You breathed in and sighed out, and he could tell by the end of the last sentence that you were more-so talking to yourself, clinging to him one last time just to greedily soak in the physical presence of his body. He felt something ache in his heart, as well as his jeans.
“Well, I’m here now. Maybe next time, you’ll just go with me,” he lightly chided, hand coming up to pet your head as he kissed the top of it.
“Yeah.. I started regretting it after the first hour you left.” You whispered out, meeting his lips. You kissed each other a couple times, probably more than necessary. But it calmed you down and made you feel steady again. “Come on, I made you something to eat.”
He got his duffel bag out from the back seat and slung it over his shoulder before taking your hand, following you inside. It boosted his ego knowing that the two men watching from the tinted windows of the car were secretly jealous of him. They had a thing for you. Almost every straight guy in highschool did. That’s why he never minded what you wore, and was more than happy to let you flaunt yourself to their eyes. He liked teasing others, knowing they’ll never have such a prize as you.
Once inside, you were quick to relock your bolts. You were very strict about that now, taking extra precautions to prevent a potential attack. It kind of humored him knowing that it was him, a resident inside this very home itself, that those locks were meant to keep out. You’re literally locking yourself in with the killer.
“Damn, you cleaned the hell out of this place.” He ogled, not only taking in the immaculacy but smelling the pinesol and bleach amongst the floors and counter tops. All the laundry was folded, not a speck of dust in sight. You even cleaned the grout amongst the kitchen flooring, it seemed. Nothing looked out of place.
“I had to do something to keep from wigging out,” you shrugged, walking over to start the microwave for him to heat up his dinner plate. He left his duffel bag by the door and grabbed himself a beer before sitting at the table, noticing it’s prestigious shine.
“Did you polish it?”
“Yeah...” you said as you scratched the back of your neck, somehow embarrassed.
“It’s looks amazing in here, kitten. Really. I know you did it to cope but still, you did a damn good job.” He praised, feeling a little bad. He knows this took a lot of work, and it sucks that you opted to do all this just to keep the anxiety of his absence away.
“Thank you,” you sighed, taking his plate out and sitting in down in front him, then handing him some utensils.
“Where’s your plate?”
“I already ate, silly. I’ll munch with you, though.” You began making yourself a salad as he began to eat, complimenting you on how good it was. He doesn’t know that you’ve been awake for two days straight, and that you’re still battling off an anxiety attack. You were expecting it to vanish now that he’s here, but the sleep deprivation was getting to you.
So, you decided to reminisce on better memories. The old days; back when you first met him.
It was senior year of highschool, and he was the new transfer student from South Korea. He was the punk-emo guy that stood out amongst the crowd. All black clothing, more band shirts than anything. He had that messy mop-hair going on, and approximately 6 piercings on each ear, along with a studded labret to boot.
From day one, he was the most attractive guy you’ve ever laid eyes on. Much to his exterior trope, he was anti-social and didn’t seem friendly at all. The only time you personally heard him speak for the first few months of school was when he’d answer the teacher for roll call.
You only had one class together, chemistry. He’d always sit at the back of the classroom, and you’d remember the giddiness you’d feel just before walking into class and making eye contact with him, even for just a split second. You heart always skipped a beat and would threaten to seize up whenever Baley would lean over and tell you that he was looking at you again. Of course, that would be all the interaction you could get, being as you refused to engage any further. But life seemed to play out like a Wattpad fic back then.
Around the middle of first semester, your teacher was fed up with all the chatter amongst friends, so she decided to assign seats. Jungkook’s was still at his designated one, but you had to sit directly in front of him so that Taehyung could sit closer up, next to Baley. It’s also thanks to that class that the two of them fell for each other. It was also the same day she issued a partner-assignment that had to be done with the peer behind you.
You remembered having to play it cool, turning your desk and chair around to face him head-on for the first time ever. You anticipated that he’d still be sporting that ice-cold, disinterested glare, but he actually seemed pleased. He wasn’t actually smiling but he had a friendly glint in his eyes, like he welcomed you.
“Hello,” he started off, naturally confident in himself.
“Howdy,” you responded, immediately hating yourself. You’ve never uttered such a word in your life and you don’t know why the fuck you decided that that was the perfect moment to try it out.
He only snorted back at you, though, amusement swirling in his colorless eyes. You were intimidated by that as well. They were jett black. No distinction between his pupils and his irises. Just solid, black orbs boring into you.
You then continued to battle with basic communication.
“So, uhm.. wh—..”
English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?!
“What parts do you wanna do?” You rushed out.
“I’ll get the information together and answer the questions, as long as you create the PowerPoint and present it to the class,” he said without missing a beat, as if he’d already decided on that for the both of you.
“What criteria, though?” You asked, still waiting on that part.
“All of it...” He reiterated in a “duh” tone.
“That’s not fair to you, though...” you continued.
He arched an impressively sharp brow. “How?”
“You’re literally doing all the hard work.”
He shrugged, and you tried not to drool when you saw all his rings and the veins on his hands and fingers as he took his phone out. “I learned this shit back when I was freshman in South Korea. We’re way ahead of y’all there.”
“Oh.. well.. I can at least do the images and label them.”
Stop starring at his fingers.
“Mm,” he hummed with a lack of conviction, still looking at his phone. “No offense, but no.”
“Uhm.. okay..” you frowned in dejection, not sure how to respond to that.
“I said no offense,” he grinned up at you apologetically. “I just know you’re bad with visualizations.”
“What? I have an A in here. How do you even know that?”
“The teacher got onto you for messing up the labels on the last test. You got all the functions right but failed to match them to their description.” He said without any hesitation, and you were just as stunned as you were embarrassed. But he didn’t seem to be insulting you, and even reassured you of it. “Again, no offense. I just think it’s best for the both of us if I do it.”
“Okay. Cool,” You agreed, deciding to let him have it. Your face still burned, though.
“You still have an important role, don’t worry. Presentation is worth 40%, so you’re still gonna have to put in work and present it accordingly.”
“I can do that.” You nodded, suddenly feeling like you were sitting before a full grown man rather than a teenage boy. You couldn’t help but ask: “How old are you?”
“19,” he mused, as if he knew what you were thinking. He didn’t even ask you why you asked, and instead returned his attention back to his phone screen. “You?”
“18,” you muttered, your eyes reconnecting to his hands like magnets.
You really wanted to compliment them but decided against it, being as you were no longer as confident with this situation. Sure, he deserves to know how beautiful his hands are but you’re weren’t going to be the one to say it. You were expecting a cheeky personality at most, just because it fits the mischievous bad boy bullshit you read about in teen fiction, but you were instead met with a blunt and mature persona that made you intimidated in a way that you’ve never experienced before. He almost seemed.. authoritative to you.
“I see you like my rings.” He smirked, eyes not even looking back up at you. You had spaced out whilst tracing the path of his veins again, and immediately cut your eyes down to your own phone, feigning innocence.
“Whatchu mean?”
“Everyone like my hands, for some reason. I see you’re no different.”
“I ain’t even looking at your hands. Maybe you’re just too conceded,” you shot back, leg nervously pouncing as he lifted his head up to peer at you.
“Really?” He sarcastically challenged, making your insides stir. He sat up straight and pulled his hands back under his desk. “So the gold rings didn’t even catch your eye?”
“Your rings are silver.” You said without even thinking, then straight up face-palmed when you caught yourself.
“Thought so.” He openly grinned, and the little notion caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy. He pulled his phone back out and still wore that playful grin of his as you bashfully held his gaze. “Now, if you think you can manage to tell the truth, what’s your phone number?”
It’s amazing looking back at those memories, because you’re now starting to think that maybe Jungkook just knew back then that you two were going to hit it off. He’s always seemed so sure of himself when it came to you, always knew what the next move was gonna be and never once sent mixed signals or struggled to express how he felt towards you. He’s the most straightforward person you know, so much that it’s almost unnatural at times. If he was ever bluffing about anything outside of being playful, you’ve never been able to call it.
But damn, are you madly in love with him. You guess his ability to always remain focused and blunt is perfect for a person like you. He keeps you moving... well, for the most part. He wants you to move back to South Korea with him, and although you know you’ll eventually give in, you’ve been trying to hold off on it for as long as you can.
It won’t be as easy for you as it was for him. Jungkook was already fluent in English when he came here, thanks to his mother’s bilingualism. He hardly even had an accent from how well adjusted he was to your language. You, however, don’t know a bit of Korean. For you to go there, it would impair you in almost every single way. You won’t be able to go anywhere without him. You won’t be able to read directions or road signs. You won’t be able to go out and eat or order off the menu if there isn’t any pictures. You won’t be able to work. You’ll have to adapt to a whole new culture and way of communication, just to properly function outside of your home without him at your side.
Which, brings along another point, you’ll be without any friends. You don’t want to live in a world where you can’t go out with Taehyung and Baley whenever you wanted. You’ll be lonely as hell and home sick, he’ll be your only source of humanly contact until you learn.
You’ve told yourself that if the two of you remain stable for one more year, then you’ll go. You are ready for a change, but if you could just get one more year of preparation, you’ll be ready to go. You’ll take that leap of faith with him.
“What is it, kitten?” He finally asked, the prolonged silence getting to him.
“Nothing,” you lied, but didn’t want to divulge. “How was your trip?”
“Nice, but I was bummed out the whole time.” He shot you a look that made you pout in apology, but continued. “I talked all about you to them, showed them pictures. Almost fucked up and showed my cousin your vagina.”
You choked on your salad, which made him laugh. “I told you to put those in your hidden folder.”
“There’s so many, I just haven’t taken the time to pick them all out. It’s okay though, they only saw your face. They all think very beautiful— especially my mom.”
Your smile grew at that, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. So does my grandmother and my aunts. They were passing my phone around more than the dishes.” He snorted to himself, “They were even more surprised to see how much I smiled in our selfies. Which... I should warn you, when you do finally see my parents house, don’t be surprised when you spot our photo booth pictures framed in the hall. My mom went feral when she saw how much of a simp I was being in those.”
“She printed those out?!” You almost cried.
“Yes, she did. She printed each one individually and framed them side-by-side.”
“Aw, Kookie. I should’ve just went. I’m so sorry.” You pouted, guilt causing your heart to sink.
“You weren’t ready, angel. They understood,” He assured you, leaning forward to take your hand in his. You suddenly wanted to cry again.
“But I promise to go next time. Or whenever you wanna take me. I swear, I’ll go.” You said in determination, and was a little thrown off by his reaction.
His face went blank for a moment c like his brain needed a second to buffer.
“You will?” He inquired, that being the first time you’ve actually agreed or expressed any type of want. “Why now?”
“Because it sounds like they really want to meet me, too? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. That’s great. I just figured you wouldn’t be moved by that. You really wanna go now?”
“Yeah. Your family sounds so nice.”
“Was that what kept you from coming?” He interrogated, and it’s clear that he genuinely had no faith in you ever entertaining the idea.. which was a little disheartening. You’ve never said you’d never want to go, you’ve always kept a window open for later. You not sure why he’s so surprised.
“No, not necessarily. I wasn’t ready to meet them but if they’re that excited to meet me, then.. of course it’ll make me want to meet them, too. And get a little taste of South Korea.”
“Alright, I’ll plan a trip,” he had to say with forced enthusiasm, which you bought as you kissed his lips. Inwardly, though, he was screaming. If all it fucking took was a little conviction by saying his family was nice, just to make you consider.. them maybe he wouldn’t have had to do what he just did.
Whatever. Extra insurance. He had to tell himself, and decided to retrain his thoughts back on you as he remembered something.
“I have a special surprise for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” he stood up and walked over to his duffel, fishing around before pulling something out. “Close your eyes.”
You did as told, and waited about 10 seconds.
“Open.”
You almost shit yourself upon hearing the voice, then came closer to shitting yourself when you took in the familiar Ghostface mask that you seen in the movie Scream.
“WHUZZZUUHHH!” He drawled out while doing the cowabunga fingers, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Where the hell did you get that?”
“Halloween store. I got it in Korea.”
That was a lie. He’s had two of these masks for over two years, both of which he got from Party City here in America. He bought one to kill your mother in— the same one he just wore to kill your friends in— and the other one was meant for what he wanted to do now. He wanted to fuck you with it on. He’s not sure why, but why not? You might discover you have a mask kink.
“What the fuck is up with the voice?”
“Sexy, ain’t it?” He animatronically purred out, and it wasn’t until he fully stepped forward and began undoing his belt that you realized he was already shirtless.
Your eyes grew wide as you landed back in your chair, unable to decipher if this was a joke or not. You soon realized it wasn’t as he was now popping his button loose and unzipping his pants— his hardening dick print becoming more prominent.
“You’re not fucking me with that mask on,” you blurted out, sticking your foot out to stop him from advancing any closer.
“I’m fucking you with this mask on,” he argued, grabbing your ankle. “Consider it pay back for the time you refused to give me head unless I let you wear your Burger King crown.”
“No, Darth Vader.” You tried pulling your leg back but soon wound up almost getting drug out of your chair and onto the floor. Your unease soon turned into giggles and screams as wound up besting your play fight, his mask only coming off long enough to go down on you at the kitchen table.
And that’s what set the night off. You went from getting your pussy eaten at the dinner table to getting your throat wrecked on the living room couch. Then you were forced to watch yourself get rammed up against your body mirror in the bedroom, and now you’re bent up like a pretzel amongst your bed.
“Ah— GAH!” You grunted in struggle, finding it hard to cuss like you wanted being as a hand was firmly constricting your air supply. You watched the masked man above you as he heatedly fucked into you, his chain dangling above your face. Your ankles helplessly swayed around his shoulders with each brutal slap of his pelvis. Your face still stung from the actual slaps of his palms, causing you to flinch any time his hands moved. You noticed done time throughout all this that he was hellbent on making you look at that damn mask. You weren’t complaining, though. Just more-so concerned about how hot it must be under there.
But then he slowed down for a moment, trying not to cum again as he lowered his face to yours, and finally decided it was time it come off, being as you were ready for a kiss.
“T-Take that damn mask off—“
Wrong move.
He growled and ripped your hand away as you tried removing it yourself, and you were stunned by how much aggressive he became— more aggressive than he was already being, as if truly lashing out. He man-handled you, flipping you over and plunging back into you with way too much force. You yelped at the intrusion but could do nothing else as he pinned your hands behind your back, picking his speed right back up. He kept your hands locked in place with a single one of his own before clapping the other around your mouth, darkly chuckling at the fright on your face.
“I meant it when I said it’s staying on,” he rasped, pushing into you so deep that veins protruded from your neck in strain.
He couldn’t explain it— or maybe he could. But he felt extremely powerful when he wore this mask. It took him all of two rounds to finally admit to himself that it turned him on, knowing you were getting off to the very same face that your loved ones last looked at in sheer terror. He didn’t realize up until then that he somehow considered Ghostface as a different alternative to himself, one he was growing to like a little too much. It even made his dick more sensitive to the feel of you, making you seem tighter. And warmer. And sluttier.
He’s sure he began speaking Latin somewhere in the midst, but it wasn’t until he saw tears surfacing in your eyes that it dawned on him that his hand had somehow traveled up to cover your nose, as well as your mouth. A moment of panic shot through him when he dropped it and allowed you to breathe, thinking you were gonna make him stop. But much to his pleasant surprise, you only coughed out and mewled, head collapsing on the pillow as you pushed against him, a silent demand keep going. So he did. He made sure to keep the punishing pace up and running. Your body violently jolted with each slam, ass bone aching at the brutal impact. Each thrust was felt like a punch to your cervix and someway or another, you were okay with it.
Little did he know, it was actually because you didn’t want any type of deja vu happening. He fucked you in all the ways you liked the night before you found out that your mother was slaughtered inside your childhood home. You didn’t want tonight to be anything like it. So you let him hurt you.
If only you knew history was going to repeat itself, no matter what the two of you did.
It didn’t take but a few more strokes before he lost his ability to hold off, and emptied himself inside for the third time since he’s arrived back.
Once he did that, the blinds were illuminated in a dim grey, hinting at a sunrise. After a quick shower and clean up, the two of laid there, the mask finally gone.
“What are you thinking, baby?” Jungkook wondered, starring up at the ceiling. You haven’t said much of anything since that last bit. “Did I hurt you? Scare you?”
“No. I could take it.” You said, and it sounded genuine. But he still wanted to know what was on your mind. “I just don’t know what the hell I would do if I didn’t have you. You’re the only person I know that’s never even accidentally done wrong by me. You’ve been nothing but good.”
A void clouded his mind, emotional absence taking place of everything else. It’s a defense mechanism that he’s certain only comes up to block out any sense of guilt or remorse. He kept his gaze up at the ceiling, even as he felt you crane your neck back to look up at him.
“I love you, Kookie. Thank you for being here.”
“I love you too, baby,” he said numbly, those words being true... but his next words were not. “I could never imagine myself doing anything to hurt you.”
Being as he wasn’t planning on looking down, you crawled up for a moment just to kiss him, unbothered by the distant stare in his gaze. You then laid back down and got comfortable, readying yourself for a good days sleep.
“I think it’s finally time I start seeking happiness again, instead of contentment.”
That’s when it hit him. You didn’t notice how his heart cleaned beneath your head, nor was there any way you could feel the tension in his gut. He can’t say he feels full remorseful for what he did, because that would require him sympathizing for the innocent lives he’s taken away, with no rational reason. He simply didn’t feel anything for them. He was only concerned your pain, especially knowing it was unnecessary now. His trip to Korea was enough to motivate you to move on and consider a change of scenery. You didn’t need any fear to drive you out, you just needed time. God only knows how far of a set back this will be now. The fact that you’re laying here, currently thinking that life will only go up from here, when he knows damn good and well it’ll be in shambles again before the day ends..
He really needs to work on his impulses. Maybe homocide shouldn’t always be the first option he leans towards. It was just more fun that way.
But moments like this weren’t fun at all. He remembers how grueling it was last year, waking up with you at the sound of the doorbell going off. He remembers the grim look on the sheriffs face as he told them that they found your mother, dead. It was his arms that had to pick you up off the floor as you crumbled down and screamed, his ears that rung as he held you, not knowing how to console you. For the last year, it’s been his shoulder you’ve cried on, his company keeping you sane, his reassurance telling you that everything was going to be okay.... When it was his hands that caused every single bit of grieve all along.. and was about to cause even more.
So, he did the only thing he could do in that moment. He held you and mentally apologized, hoping that there was some way to telepathically tell you that you mean more to him than life itself, and that’s he’s so sorry for letting it drive him crazy at times. He’s still clinging to the original intention that you’ll say fuck it and flee with him, but he regrets going about it so recklessly.
You were fast asleep now, snoring even. He only hoped the discovery of the bodies would hold off long enough for you to get some much needed sleep. But it seems the universe was done working in his favor.
Those same, familiar knocks sounded off at the door, and he immediately ordered you to stay put as it woke you up.
“Probably just them checking up. Go back to sleep.” He whispered, assertively pushing your head back down and pulling on some sweats before going to the door.
It was the sheriff, same look on his face as last year.
“Sir?” Jungkook frowned, posing cluelessly.
The sheriff looked ghostly pale, like he was nauseated and on the verge of tears. Jungkook knew why but he had to act like it was a throw off.
“Sir..?” He repeated.
“Y’all’s friends.. Baley and Taehyung were found this morning.”
He had to stall and blink, as if he wasn’t catching on to the implications. The sheriff reluctantly continued.
“Baley was found, dead on arrival. Looks like the killer has returned.”
“Wh-What?” Jungkook stuttered, acting like he was bewildered. The sheriff’s next words, however, would spark a more genuine reaction.
“And Taehyung was found unconscious, but still alive.”
Jungkook’s veins ran colder than ever before, all mimicked emotions becoming sincere in that moment.
“Someone attempted to cut his throat, but aimed too high and cut his under jaw instead.”
Jungkook could only stare at the sheriff, probably just as pale in the face now.
“He’s in critical condition. Doctors don’t know if he’ll make it just yet, but there’s a fighting chance that he might.”
#yandere society#bts#jeon jungkook#yandere bts#yandere jungkook#jungkook x reader#bts x reader#bts halloween#bts crack#jungkook smut#bts smut
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an incomplete list of things shepherd has done during her time in the organization
its a slow day in the castle, i thought i might take this brief respite to jot down a few more of the mischiefs shepherd has inflicted upon the castle over the years.
-Saïx
gotten drunk and played "fuck marry kill" with her Heartless, Ellie, in the castle, on live stream. ( i have seen and heard things from those harlots that i will one day describe in therapy.) (speak for yourself- xigbar)
Gotten drunk with Larxene and insisted it was unfair for me to have "so much cake" but "do nothing with it" larxene agreed. (side note, Demyx tells me she was not referring to baked goods.)
called Marluxia a "lactose intolerant french fuck" and that she "hopes he shits every pair of pants he owns " after he ate her whipped cream cupcake.
Caught her heartless and Lord Xemnas' Heartless in bed together. repeatedly asked the superior if that makes him her brother in law.
interrupted a meeting to ask if anyone wanted to swap heartless' with her because hers is " defective" for "finding anything xehanort shaped attractive"
Called lord Xemnas "a walking shitpost generator " whatever that means.
played a clown squeaking and truck reversing effect on her phone whenever No.11 walks by. (again, this only happened after he ate her cupcake. )
Repeatedly Threatened to throw herself off the altar of naught.
Repeatedly threatened to throw Others off the altar of naught (note to self, discuss adding safety railings with Lord Xemnas.)
filling no. 3's boots with jelly. ( not quite sure shepherd was responsible for that one. No 10's faint smell of cherry-ade and Xigbar's extra smug self satisfied grin leads me to believe there's more to it.)
installed youtube on the castles computer system( this started innocently. several members used it to listen to music in the mornings. but it quickly devolved into "creepy pastas" and cat videos. if i am forced to listen to "friday" one more time i shall throw the router out of the nearest window and revert to paper systems)
mimicked several folkloric monsters in an attempt to scare the other members. the list includes but is not limited to: transforming into momo and staring through windows at 2 am, transforming into a banshee and screaming like a rooster at 2am, transforming into a mermaid to "lure men to their deaths" ( she was dismayed to find out it did not work on male nobodies. except xigbar and demyx who went to her out of curiosity) and lastly using the voice of a creature known as "fiddlesticks" to chant ominously about our sins while hiding in the ventilation ducts. again, this was done at 2am.
played the kahoot music during meetings.
demanded that Vexen "stop being a knowitall prick" and "go outside and touch some fuckin' grass" ( I second this motion.)
spoke entirely in pop culture quotes for 6 days ( several of the other members expressed concern about her referencing things that happened decades or centuries ago as if she was there. )
in a similar vein, taught the younger members to speak in "memes". any attempt to decipher their speech or join in by the older members was met with ridicule.
taught roxas and xion to swear. (dont know what youre complainin' about blue. this was fuckin hilarious- Xigbar)
i am truly in awe over how shepherd manages to fit this much misbehaviour into her day. If i didn't know better i would suspect she has planned most of this days if not weeks in advance. Her ability to rope, bribe or otherwise coerce others into her train of madness is to be envied. A shame she doesn't put that time and skill to better use.
xigbar, if you know whats good for you, you will stop reading my journals.
-Saix
#kingdom hearts#saix#kh oc#shepherd#organization 13#organization 13 oc#org 13#kh character musings#oc shit#look dont reblog or even look at this if ur gonna be mean#this is just funny to me and my 1 friend
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The place I work at is an international company that looks super great on paper and shows the best face to customers and the outside world. In fact, they suck ass. Like a lot. They want to have robots do thier work and such for them but instead have humans that they work like slaves. No, really. I am not exaggerating. If you are unable to complete a shift, you get points/time taken and when you're in the negative you're fired. Sounds reasonable but when you have medical problems or family emergencies you're still penalized and not excused (you have to use time you have to cover any missed shift time). I have medical issues that can be accommodated but the process is such with this company that it makes you just throw your hands up and quit, so I havent tried (the process is convoluted and arduous on purpose to make workers not want to do this). I have stories from friends who also work here that will make youre blood boil.
1: My coworker has a daughter that is now 7-8years old. When she was 4, she had gotten very sick and needed to go to the hospital and stay for a while to get better. My coworker, upon getting that call at work went to management and requested to leave early as this was at the time an emergency. He didn't have time left (idk why) but wanted to be with his 4 year old child to make sure she was OK. When management noticed he had no time available all they said was "you can go but you may be fired for leaving early with not enough time" (paraphrased). He couldn't leave his job there as getting fired meant no money to buy food, pay the hospital, pay bills, etc. So he was then forced to continue working while his child was sick. (She's ok now though.)
2: Another coworker had gotten a frantic call from her daughter that the family dog (that was in my coworkers life before her daughter was even born) had been hit by a car, dragged by the car, and is now fighting for its life to see its owner before it died, needed her home to say goodbye. My coworker, crying/sobbing that her best friend for many years was going to suffer in wait, went to a manager and explained the situation. Upon seeing that my coworker had no time left to leave early, the manager then made her follow him around to talk to other managers to "see what they can do". The dog died in the street, without her human (my coworker) because the managers decided to dawdle and make her walk with them knowing full well what they were doing. At some point my coworker called her daughter to find out that the dog died while she being dragged around the warehouse with a manager who was "looking for a way to help" when in reality all that was accomplished was a waste of time and a life lost.
3: In order to enter the warehouse, you have to go through security and the turnstiles and then get your temp checked by a thermal camera. The second you open the doors to get to the turnstiles, there are 6-7feet tall industrial style fans to cool your skin temp before being checked. So if you have a fever and enter the building, your temp is reduced by these fans enough so that you can continue to work and make the company profit. They said that its to cool the building down but there are literally hundreds of fans everywhere to do that. So why do these ones need to be placed specifically by the doors?
4: We are encouraged to tattle on coworkers when we see a "violation". Such things include sitting anywhere besides the breakdown or lunchroom. We stand for 10.5 hours. The entire fucking shift. And get in trouble for being in pain caused by this. Also, if we need a bathroom break, we have 6 minutes to do that. This includes getting to a bathroom (2mins), doing your business, and then getting back to where you were. Many people have been written up, including myself (lactose intolerant=bad night) for being "off task " for more than 30mins that shift simply by going to the bathroom a few times. Drink less? The warehouse is typically between 75-90 degreesF (winter versus summer) and quite a few people EVERY WEEK pass out due to heat stress or dehydration, so less water isn't an option.
I dont have those types of problems at the moment where a life will be lost or is in trouble and i hope it never happens. I had heard these stories from my coworkers and I suspect that managers get reprimanded for trying to be lax about the more ridiculous rules. I myself am going through the problem of not being able to apply for medical leave. I'm in the negatives with time as I type this because every single person I've been emailing to fix my system issues in the portal to open a case, has blown me off. I dont know why this company treats the workers so shitty, except they are worldwide and literally every single person uses thier services. I won't say the name since id like to not be fired but I will give the hint that its an online store with the same name as a big tropical jungle. I've talked to managers there that i can tell hate the policies that work against the workers (alot of the policies do) and the good managers are frustrated too.
The system designed by the company is basically like this: low-level worker is promoted slightly and given 50%-100% more work than before with promise of a better pay and such and all they have to do is enforce the policies and step on people to do exactly that. They themselves are still being trampled by the higher ups while being promised that they will get bigger boots to stomp on low-level workers the better they work.
I despise this company so much that I tell every single person the horrors the company will do and will cover up in order to deter them from using thier services. I understand that prices found through this company are better than almost every other company so its just cost effective with people. I dont condemn people for using that company at all actually. Just those who, despite knowing the hardships and harsh treatments of the workers, laugh and still use it saying, " if its so bad why not leave?"
I'll tell you why. Because the company pays ok enough and offers ok enough benefits that we the workers feel trapped. If we leave, who will hire people that have very few skills since they spent years in a warehouse? If we leave, how will we find a better or equal paying job ($15-16/hr starting)? I have hunted and searched for such a job because of my frustration and found absolutely nothing. This company traps workers in a way that makes it so impossible to leave that many fall victim to depression or other mental/physical illness.
Speaking of, I have heard in the half year of working there of at least 3 people almost killing themselves- thats right SUICIDE- due to the stress. In response, the company sends out information and messages and notifications about Suicide Awareness and Prevention. AS IF THEY DONT KNOW THAT THEYRE THE CAUSE. I personally have thought, " if I kill myself, the company can leave me alone. I wont have to work here anymore and suffer almost every night through inconceivable pain without hope of going home". See, I have chronic migraines that put me out of commission for 20 out of 30days a month. Not only have I worked while sobbing and not being able to see or breathe (one of many symptoms I have) I've been forced to continue working until my illness has progressed until I can no longer function. I can't move or see or breathe or hear or anything at that point. I can only focus on one thing and its typically forcing myself to CONTINUE WORKING because the company doesn't care enough to let me leave early. I end up having panic attacks in the bathroom and vomiting due to the pain. This company, as far as I've heard through people I've talked to everywhere, hasn't officially killed people. Unofficially, i had talked to someone that had almost overdosed in order to be free of the company.
Now, I dont include names simply because I'm not a rat or snitch or whistle blower or etc. and because I dont want them to get in trouble for speaking out. I am posting this here because hopefully, its anonymous enough that I dont get in trouble either. I just hope that before anyone chooses to use this company (that has the same name as a jungle), they remember this post. I hope that this is spread everywhere so that everyone knows the horrors the workers have to deal with. I hope so much that someone reads this and chooses to spend that extra dollar on a different website to not add to this billionaires' pockets. Please, repost. Spread this around and add stories of your own because you're not alone. I promise.
#horriblejobs#this is ridiculous#truthbomb#wildthatthecompanyisstillexisting#like holy shit#is this even legal#how is this legal#spreadthiseverywhere#bad bosses#no joke#complete truth
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Since a bitch got sent one (1) ask only about. my ask meme that I created lol I’m going to go through and answer B) all of them bc i can... its selfcare.....
First 3 answers above the cut, other 47 below lmfao
Favourite of the main 6?
I think the title of my blog speaks for itself lol
Least favourite of the main 6?
Garbage stink piss man (Lucio)
Which of the main 6 do you want to slap the most?
The aforementioned piss man but.... also kjaenfjkfea at times. Julian very badly because he’s just Like that but he’d probably enjoy that unfortunately
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Which of the main 6 have the most similar interests to you? (favourite colour, flower, food, drink, season, hobbies etc.)
Portia tbh!!! She’s a very sweet spring girl and I also have a fairly similar personality to her.
Who has the most tragic backstory?
Mmmm.....muriel.......... I mean everyone has a pretty sad past but Muriel’s really is something else. The man is Heavily traumatised and I desperately want to give him a hug :(
Favourite side character?
Mazelinka.... adopt me challenge kjaefkjnaf. i cant stop thinking about “goat bitch” what a fucking icon
Favourite animal friend?
Faust!!!! shes a good girl!!!
Best/worst of the courtiers?
fuck i dont remember any of their names but valerius is. hot basard. worst is vlastomil hands down im kinkshaming anyone who wants to fuck the worm
Fuck, marry, kill (asker’s choice)
Well skajfnkajf I’ve shot myself in the foot but. TBH its like. Marry Muriel, fuck everyone else, kill Lucio (full disclosure I only just finished julians upright ending and haven’t played Nadia’s yet so this may change except for wanting to marry Muriel and kill Lucio lol)
Romance or fluff? (Muriel)
Fluff!!!!! Muriel deserves all the affection in the whole wide world. He gets sick? Bundle him up in furs by the fire and cuddle up into him with a good book. You look at him once? he blushes. it really doesnt get fluffier than that ++ a lot of his character arc in general is going to be.... letting himself trust you............. which is. so fucking wholesome
Wild night out or quiet night in? ( Muriel )
Quiet night in lmfao. We’d just hang out inside drinking hot chocolate and talking until we fell asleep propped up against the wall in his tiny house having completely lost track of time.
Adventure or domesticity? ( Muriel )
I wanna say adventure because. I love travelling! I love going out and trying new things! And Muriel very does Not but I feel like getting him out of his comfort zone would do him some good! Starting small would probably be best, like maybe a tramp or going camping once in a while, then building up to bigger trips to other cities once you’ve convinced him you’ll both be ok as long as you’re prepared.
Cute date to the aquarium/zoo/park or elegant dinner date? ( Muriel )
I already answered this one B) I said: “ Definitely somewhere casual!!! I feel like he’d be most at ease somewhere like the park on a sunny day! Pick a nice grassy spot by a creek and bring a basket and have a really nice, chill picnic, and have a nap together in the early afternoon sun. Go for a walk after and talk about Plants (because i. am a biology student lol) and generally just have a really relaxing time. Give the man a flower? Tuck it behind his ear? and he’d die kjnaefjnaej.
Alternatively….. aquarium………. “
Coffeshop AU, high-school/college AU or modern AU? Give a headcanon about the one you chose
jnakfjkjaf coffe shop AUs are so cliched but I actually love them for the settings of meetcutes. You meet Muriel when he’s on his rounds as a part time dog walker around the block and you barrel straight into him coming out of the shop when you’re checking an email, spilling the (now cold) remnants of your beverage all over him. You apologise profusely and he shrugs it off, blushing over your fussing and awkwardly tries to excuse himself. You insist on helping him finish his walk with All these dogs, anyway, you like dogs so it’s no trouble, and he begrudgingly agrees to finish the interaction sooner.
You end up having a nice chat with him and notice in the weeks after that he starts coming by the shop without the dogs during the times you’re usually around, even though he doesn’t drink coffee. Your conversations with him during these short interludes quickly become the highlight of your day, and you start to suspect, eventually, that he feels the same :)
If (Muriel) turned up on your doorstep at midnight covered in blood, how would you react?
Well I’d clean it off.... of .......course............. 👀👀👀
You’re stranded on a desert island; which 2 of the main 6 do you want with you?
Muriel of course not only because I adore him but he’s. also a mountain man. Handy. And Asra because hes a good good magic boy and can make sand into water so.... handy. also asra is just an incredibly blessed person so kajefnkjaef
If your apprentice could go back in time and change one thing before the events of the game, what would it be?
lucios birth :^)
You’re sick; who do you want to take care of you and why?
I think I’m becoming predictable but. Muriel kjaefnkjafnjf you took such good care of him so it’s only fair that he should return the favour. He’s got a surprisingly good bedside manner and is generally just very gentle. Cooks eggs and grumbles that you should be taking better care of yourself but when you say thanks for all his help he blushes and kinda. stands up slightly straighter bc hes secretly happy he can Help
If you were trapped in an elevator with one character for 8 hours, who would you want it to be and why?
Jojaefafjoafe ok so. Porbably Portia because she seems 1. one of the least likely to panic and 2. Would have fucking great conversation the whole time.
Give a headcanon about Nadia
She loves romcoms!!!! She would never ever admit it to anyone though, but she’s a huge sucker for romance stories in general. Cries at the end of mamma mia. Uses it as an excuse to snuggle all the way into your shoulder.
Give a headcanon about Asra
He’s extremely lactose intolerant but he eats it anyway bc hes Chaotic and gives 0 fucks about how bad his guts feel afterwards, the cheese was Worth it dammit (and I say this bc thats also me kjaenfnef)
Give a headcanon about Julian
Had a brief stint in his teen years where he unironically identified as sapiosexual
Give a headcanon about Portia
She loves playing with hair/having her hair played with! Catch her falling asleep with her head in your lap as you weave your fingers through her hair.
Give a headcanon about Muriel
I also already answered this one!: “ He’d be really into gardening if he knew how! Catch me digging up all the dirt around his house and planting herbs, flowers (*cough* forgetmenots *cough) and other medicinal plants, and some strawberries for when spring comes! “
Give a headcanon about Lucio
Unironically identifies as sapiosexual now even though he’s a huge dumbass himself
Give a headcanon about a side character/the apprentice (asker’s choice)
Nadia’s dad gets pegged
Give a popular opinion that you disagree with
People calling Muriel a dom. have you. looked at this man. I have to laugh
Give an unpopular opinion
Lucio sucks lol
Tarot or zodiac?
Zodiac!!! Mostly bc I know exactly 0 things about tarot, I appreciate the aesthetic tho!
What is your patron major arcana?
Oh worm I just looked at all the explanations in the wiki and tbh. The empress uh. dragged me with how much I ID with that (both reversed and upright) so akejfkjfae thats mine
Upright or reversed ending?
Upright
Ot3?
Me x muriel x asra (muriel has 2 hands and 2 tiny partners)
Brotp?
jakjefnkanfe i love. portia and julians sibling banter. the good shit
Favourite non-apprentice-based ship?
asriel............................. till i die............. (pordia is also fucking god tier)
Is the apprentice you, or your OC?
thats just me bich kajefnkjnafe we living our best self indulgent lives
Tell me about your Apprentice(s)
im a big bi mess and i would die for muriel and thats it really
Favourite piece of worldbuilding lore?
already answered: “ I really love how much of a shithole Vesuvia is kjbanefknaefk like. No formal process of trial/law? Public executions just being how people Do things? someone fucking help this city lmfao”
Favourite background/location?
ok i really love nopal bc of all the cacti but tbh like. really anywhere theres a lot of cool nature? the forest is fucking good
The Forest or Nopal?
bring the cacti from nopal to muriel’s hut in the forest and it’s perfect
The Palace or the shop?
thheeee shop. i like the palace but i think id get Overwhelmed not being able to just. be in my own space a lot lol
The Rowdy raven or the library?
the library with a healthy amount of alcohol lol.
Favourite sprite?
43. Favourite character design?
I !!!!!!!!! really. love Asra’s design bc of its howl callback but all the designs r fucking cool
44. Best masquerade outfit?
Nadia’s..... glamorous.....
45. Best scene?
Muriel. hugging. faust you and asra. hes so fucking wholesome ill cry...... or just straight up both of his books akjenfkjafn
46. Worst Scene?
Honestly any containing lucio
47. Favourite song on the soundtrack?
I love Crowd hammer! (predictable) but also memory
48. Best tale/bonus content?
I dont remember names im terrible but i/ love the muriel one ofc kjneafkjn
49. Best CG?/ 50. Favourite memory?
#muriel#its not. an ask but imma tag it that way#asks#hcs#it speaks#nadia#lucio#julian#portia#asra#jaye writes
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✨MASTER ACNE CURING POST✨
💧PRODUCTS💧
-CLEANSERS: make sure if you got acne your cleanser has 2% salycylic acid or benzoyl peroxide in it, which are chemicals that lightly exfoliate your skin and can help to unclog pores✨
-MOISTURIZZZE: if u got acne, bc acne can be caused by a few different things, one of which is an impaired skin barrier so make sure you build that boi up💪. (I recommend cerave, vanicream, cetaphil, or eucerin, just make sure its non comedegenic, AND DONT BE AFRAID OF DIMETHICONE IT IS SO GOOD)*unless ur allergic but that is v unlikely
-TONERS: not actually particularly helpful in skincare, maybe ones with BHAs (salycilic acid) and AHAs (glycolic and lactic acid) can help you exfoliate, but many of them contain a lot of fragrance which can irritate the skin(like rose water, any essential oils, any citrus extracts and more)Many of the helpful ingredients in them are better off in your moisturizer or as a mask.
-makeup removers: try to get something gentle, make sure to rinse off and moisturize after, micellar water is particularly harsh, i like cetephil gentle makeup remover
-SERUMS: often just lighter scented moisturizers and are kind of gymicky but not harmful, niacinimide serums can help treat acne, and if you really need it you can try differin gel 0.1% adapoline which sort of restarts your skin( make sure you use this on top of a moisturizer and DO NOT USE WITH SALICYLIC ACID)
great brands that actually do what they say are cerave and eucerin, cetiphil has good lotions but not so great cleansers most skincare in sephora or makeup stores is gimmicky or loaded with irritating fragrance, sometimes this is ok if ur not sensitive to fragarance but its often not much better than drugstore products.
Basic drugstore acne treatment:
-neutrogena acne cleanser( start slow so ur skin can get used to it and not burn)
-cerave am moisturizer
(Start with once a day and go to two if you arnt seeing results)
(If u wear makeup grab the cetaphil makeup remover too)
🍓🥝🥥DIET🍉🥑🥕
DAIRY🥛
Some people get really bad hormonal acne from dairy because they are lactose intolerant and dont know it, if u got acne cut it out for about two weeks and see if it makes a difference. Sone good replacements are almond/ rice milk and there are actually some vegan cheeses available in stores if u miss it that much
SUGAR🍭
Sometimes eating a lot of processed sugar can spike your blood sugar levels and increase irritating gut bacteria and that can break you out. Even refuned carbs can spike your blood sugar, try eating smaller amounts if chips/ sugary cereals and candy,even flavored oatmeal has tons if sugar in it so watch out.
VITAMINS💊
Ppl with acne have tested lower in some vitamins like vitamin A,
(Do not take unperscribed vitamins, vitamin overdose is a real danger, try to get them through foods first)
HELPFUL FOODS
🍵green tea helps reduce irritating gut bacteria which can balance uour hormones and if u put it on ur face can help reduce pores
Spearmint tea can help reduce testosterone which may be causing your acne (if you have veen diagnosed with a hormone imbalance please get a real prescription)
Water i know everyone says this but DRINK.YOUR.WATER.(if u hate the taste add a little lenon juice or infuse it with fruits you like.
OTHER CAUSES
-comedogenic conditioner getting on ur face
-shampoo getting on ur face and drying out your skin
-dirty pillowcase
-touching your face
-not taking off makeup
-comedegenic makeup
-comedogenic oils in moisturizers
-over exfoliating (NEVER use physical exfoliators on ur face esp sugar scrubs use AHAs and/or BHAs)
-overwashing your face: for some people this isnt a problem, but once a day to get the sweat and makeup off is often enough and sometimes your skin just needs a breather(dont be afraid to try it! You can always go back)
-not enough sleep( get 7-9 hours at least)
-too much stress(try meditating or making sure you do your work before you get on your phone)
-PCOS(polycystic ovarian syndrome) this is an ovarian disease that can cause hormone imbalances and irregular periods
If u suspect this please go to your doctor to get diagnosed.
What cured my acne finally was this:
-started using neutrogena acne cleanser instead of cetaphil(cetaphil is unmedicated)
-remove makeup before cleansing
-started moistrizing(a biggie)
-stopped washing my face twice a day, now i wash it once at night
-made sure to keep hair products off my face when showering
PLEASE NOTE I AM NOT A PROFFESSIONAL THESE ARE THINGS IVE LEARNED FROM DR.DRAY ON YOUTUBE AS WELL AS OTHER VIDEOS AND ARTICLES IVE SEEN OVER MY YEARS OF HAVING TERRIBLE.ACNE.
If you dont want to go thru the trial and error of all of this or have literally tried everything definitely go see a dermatologist. If you have the money see a derm as soon as you can before it gets worse.
#acne#acnescars#acne treatment#acneproblems#acnecare#acneskincare#pimples#zits#skin#skincareroutine#skincare#acnefix#how to fix acne#how to heal acne#acnehelp#cleanser#perfectskin#flawlessskin
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Story Time
One time in 8th grade, I wanted to make everybody cupcakes, like at the end of the year for graduation presents, and I even made a sheet with all of my classmates names and they had to check off if they wanted a cupcake and if they had any allergies next to their names. Simple, right? Apparently, not for the school. They got pissed at me, I know so because when the school gets pissed, they send the vice principal who is constantly on her period over to the child who is "not behaving according to school rules". So, my vice principal walks up to me, all fucking smug with her fat ass, and says, "I'm sorry Gianna, but you can't hand out cupcakes until you have a meeting with the nurse about allergies." And i didnt wanna do that shit. And both me and her knew fully well that it wasnt in the school rules to hold a FUCKING MEETING WITH THE NURSE ABOUT PASSING OUT CUPCAKES. "Ms. Turner, I don't think thats necessary, I already asked my classmates about allergies (some of them did, just like the lactose intolerant, gluten, and nut allergies)." "Well then, I'm not allowing you to pass out cupcakes." "So, no matter if I went to the nurse, you would not let me pass out cupcakes?" "That is not what I am saying" (lying bitch) So i just fucking left. I went back into my classroom and I shut the door on her, bc I was pissed. My friends were actually excited about this, and I wont lie, Ive done these things before. People literally called me "Bakery Girl" or "Delivery Girl". And none of the teachers knew about my nicknames, so I decided to put them to good use. At recess, people met me at a spot where the teachers werent flocking around (Im serious, the teachers didnt even try, they just hung around the bleachers talking.) And i gave them bags of chocolate I had prepared, so Ms. Turner (the vice principal, remember?) wouldnt suspect me as Bakery Girl. And i specifically told them, eat them during class, you wont get in trouble, just say Bakery Girl gave it to you. And they did. Almost every person got caught, and they all said "Bakery Girl gave it to me" and none of them ratted me out. I was so fucking excited and happy. One. It would keep my identity under wraps. Two. I loved watching the teachers ask who Bakery Girl was, and not getting answers, and getting so fucking bamboozled. Keep in mind, I kept this up till graduation, when in my recorded message, it played out to the entire school and all the teachers, this was my whole message. "I'm going to miss this school, all of the treasured memories as Bakery Girl will remain in my heart. To all my teachers, you call yourself smart when you couldn't figure out who I was. Bye." I mean, i didnt care anymore. I was leaving, they couldnt get me in trouble. My favorite moment was Ms. Turner looking at me with a scrunched up bitchface after graduation ceremony, and I shot her a dirty but smug look, and I mouthed "Suck my dick" to her, and i think she got it. (My school was the kind of school that was easy on punishments, rarely any kids got suspended or expelled.) She literally kept the scrunched up face like that and I kid you not, i think she flipped the bird at me. I think she got caught, too. LOL. So ya, thats the story of how I fooled all my teachers and kept an underground bakery going until graduation. I think ill do it again in highschool. Not the underground buisiness and graduation moment, but ill keep my nickname, and i dont care if the teachers know, ill just tell all my classmates to leave a paper in my locker thats says what cupcakes they want. I dont do it for money, im just in love with baking. Shit, im ramling. Later bitches.
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