#mei’s ✍️
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crimson white snow
content: seongjoong x gn! reader, angst, soulmate au, hanahaki au. warnings: profanities, descriptions of throwing up, mention of blood.
summary: when your best friends are each other’s soulmates, how do you tell them that your red string is tied to both of their pinkies?
word count: 4.3k words
note: this initial idea came to me in 2021 and i let it collecting dust until a few days ago lol. i hope you guys enjoy this one!
in a friendship– a trio, specifically, you believed that each person represented either the sun, moon, or stars.
in your case, seonghwa was the sun, hongjoong was the moon, and you were the stars. the three, inseparable friends who loved each other more than anyone else to ever breathe on earth.
but when they all turned sixteen and were blessed with the gift of the sight of their red strings, everything changed.
when seonghwa looked down at his ring finger, candles blown out, he found the red string to be very much shorter than he expected. as his eyes trailed down the string, he looked up at hongjoong, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.
that’s when you all knew.
hongjoong’s birthday came around, and the sight of his red string connected to seonghwa relieved him. there was a sort of euphoria and satisfaction that filled them both. unspoken feelings that had blossomed into something more were now affirmed by the universe itself.
you, of course, were elated. the two boys you’d considered your best friends for years were soulmates. their souls were intertwined, bound to love each other for eternity. the twinge of jealousy in your heart was quickly ignored as you celebrated their love, congratulating the two.
most, would call it fate.
but your birthday confirmed that whatever god there was had made a mistake. a very horribly, big mistake.
it was snowing.
you remember because hongjoong was flushed when he came in your room. he only turned red– both cheeks and ears, when he was embarrassed or cold.
he sighed, promptly making himself at home. laying on your shoulder, the warmth of his breath tickled your ear. you shivered, your grip on his hand tightening promptly. he didn’t mind. hongjoong liked holding your hands strangely enough.
“i know it’s your birthday,” hongjoong mumbled, snuggling against you. “but you’ll indulge me for a bit, yeah?” he asks as you chuckle.
“of course, joong. anything for you.”
the boy hums in satisfaction, letting out a soft sigh. he shuts his eyes, mumbling about how seonghwa was late because he got delayed at his club, or something along those lines.
you hum in acknowledgement, knowing that your other friend was definitely getting you a cake. you’d overheard the two discussing it a week prior.
the soft footsteps that grew closer alerted you of seonghwa’s arrival. it was funny– while hwa was indeed very quiet, the sound of his socks against your wooden floor was unmistakable.
hongjoong yawned, sitting up. the soft knock you anticipated came as you chuckled. “come in, hwa.”
the sight of seonghwa pouting as he entered made you laugh even harder. “how’d you know it was me?” he asked, carefully balancing the cake box as he closed the door. “it was joong, wasn’t it?”
“hey man, i didn’t say anything,” he raised his hands, proclaiming his innocence.
“you both aren’t that slick, you know,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. seonghwa laughs at your reaction, putting a smile on your face.
“humour us, sweetheart?”
you pretend to contemplate, humming as joong cackled beside you. “hmm, i’ll cut you both some slack,” you announce. hwa rolls his eyes, but the grin on his face speaks volumes.
turning your attention to the box, you watch as seonghwa opens it, taking out the most beautiful cake you had ever seen. “oh my god,” you marvelled at the sight of it.
the heart-shaped cake was pure white, similar to the snow that fluttered down outside. the crimson red icing that decorated he cake made you smile. it was a beautiful cake, an image that would be etched into your memory forever.
“this is beautiful, seonghwa,” you whisper, glancing up at him. “thank you.”
he smiles back, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “anything for you sweetheart. we know how much you’ve been waiting for this day.”
you sat in front of your cake, hongjoong and seonghwa across you with the biggest smiles on their face. blowing the candles out, you look down at your hands, filled with excitement. finally, it was your turn to find out who your soulmate was. however, when you look down, you are stunned.
to your complete and utter horror, you see two strings tied around each of your pinkies.
eyes gazing down at the crimson red string, you nearly choke on air when you see one end tied to seonghwa’s pinky, while the other, was neatly wrapped around hongjoong’s.
“what’s wrong?”
seonghwa’s concerned voice snapped you out of your thoughts. you felt sick to your stomach. oh, how cruel the universe was. how cruel fate was.
“i- i… what the fuck?” you whisper harshly, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. “i don’t have a string,” you lie so easily, straight through your teeth. “i don’t have a soulmate.” you lied so well.
that was the first lie you ever told the two, but there was no guilt in the lie. all you could feel was confusion and anger. nothing else.
hongjoong takes your hands into his with a sad smile. “and that’s completely fine, y/n. we’re always here for you,” he reassures you calmly. seonghwa does the same and you feel like crying even harder as you see your strings tangle.
you relished in their touch, their fingers feel so soft, skin warm against your cold hands. you felt safe in their presence, the comforting aura they let out never failing to make you smile. it was bittersweet.
if only you didn’t detest the sight of the red strings around their pinkies. the crimson red thread, a painful reminder to you that this was a reality you couldn’t escape.
there were always myths about the poor souls that the universe decided to curse: the one’s with no soulmates.
if people with no soulmates were cursed by the universe, how about the one’s with two? how about the one’s whose soulmates were each other’s forever, but not theirs? how about you?
you didn’t know.
so you left.
after graduating, you moved overseas. of course the two were there to wish you goodbye. being friends for thirteen years made it harder for you to leave.
you chuckled as seonghwa engulfed you in a tight hug, his tears soaking into your jacket. “don’t cry,” you whisper, stroking his head as hongjoong holds back his own tears, lips trembling. “i’ll be back before you know it.”
that was the second lie you ever told them, but there was no guilt in the lie. all you could feel was pity and self-hatred. nothing else.
you started a new life for yourself, burying yourself in studies, jobs and everything you could imagine to avoid going home.
despite all that, you never felt satisfied. there was this hole inside your heart that couldn’t be filled with materialistic goods, academic achievements nor work-place success.
there was nothing that could fill that hole seonghwa and hongjoong once occupied in your heart.
another problem had presented itself through all that turmoil, however, and that was the disease of unrequited love everyone so detested.
one would certainly think flowers were a congratulatory gift .
it started as a tightening feeling in your chest. your once light pants turn into desperate gasps for air before a sick, nauseous feeling takes over. a pounding headache, blurry vision, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes before the most sickening feeling begins to build in the pit of your stomach.
it grows and grows, bubbling like a cauldron before exploding, petals flying out of your mouth. elegantly prancing through the air, crimson red blood dripped off the petals, staining the pure white marble floor. the feeling would go on for another half an hour, or even longer. all you knew was that you wanted it to stop.
years passed, and yet, you could never grow accustomed to the wretched, metallic taste that lingered fervently on the tip of your tongue.
lilies and black dahlias now littered your bathroom floor, the once white marble tiles now painted in a mix of white, black, and crimson red.
still, you told nobody. your friends, family, coworkers– none of them knew about what you were going through.
god forbid hongjoong and seonghwa find out.
on a cold winter’s night, you had gotten an unexpected call from the two. five years had passed and not once had you gone back to see them.
guilt haunted you, always hovering around and never truly leaving. you wanted to see them. you wanted so desperately to throw yourself into their arms and never let them go them. if you were to loosen your grip, perhaps they’d slip through the cracks of your grasp and fade into nothingness.
you wanted to keep hongjoong and seonghwa for youself forever, but you were a fucking coward.
your phone rang. you had propped it up against the potted plant (orchids, your favourite) in the middle of your dining table. the plate of pasta in front of you was warm when you clicked your screen to receive their call.
“hi guys, sorry i’ve been so busy, work’s been crazy!” you immediately spew an apology to your friends, twirling the pasta with your fork. their lack of response has you confused and you look up. a loud gasp escapes you, fork clattering against the ceramic plate as it slipped out of your grasp.
“what the fuck?”
seonghwa’s ring finger is adorned with a beautiful sapphire stone, simple yet utterly gorgeous. the grin on both of their faces has you gaping at them, utterly speechless.
“you- you’re?” your gaze switches between the two males. you were so shocked you didn’t even realise seonghwa had bleached his hair. you were so shocked you didn’t even realise the tears that began to roll down your flushed cheeks.
“oh, no, y/n,” seonghwa coos with a frown. “don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispers. “don’t cry.”
you sob, desperately trying to wipe the tears away. “i’m sorry, oh my god,” you inhale a sharp breath. “i’m so happy for you both– congratulations!” you smile, trying to hold back the building feeling in your chest.
seonghwa’s expression doesn’t change, but his eyes soften. “thank you darling,” he whispers with a sad smile. “you were the first person we thought of telling, y’know?” he chuckles softly.
god, seonghwa looked so beautiful smiling. you always loved how rosy his cheeks were, his eyes scrunched into the crescent moon. seonghwa’s smile was radiant, shining even brighter than the sun itself.
hongjoong takes the phone, eyes twinkling under the night sky. you recognised his apartment’s balcony all too well. “come home, y/n,” he says softly. it’s the most tender you’ve ever heard him. “come home for us please?”
your heart breaks. you’d never heard hongjoong so desperate. he was longing, yearning for you. he was pleading for you to come home– how could you refuse the request of your soulmate?
“of course, joong. anything for you.”
when the call ends, you run to your bathroom. you can feel the rising of petals, the all too familiar pain scratching your throat.
your knees hit the cold, marble flower, head hanging over the toilet bowl as you hurl out petals and vines. they scratch your throat, a permanent reminder of the unrequited love you faced.
the white and black petals scattered across the floor, blood dripping off them. it was a beautifully gruesome scene, like something out of an artistic horror movie.
you slump against the cold wall of your bathroom with a groan, wiping the blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. how you were going to be able to hide this from them? you had no idea.
unfortunately, you still hadn’t one when you walked out your gate.
it was a cold, cold day. you had a sweater on, hoodie layered over it for the extra warmth. palms clammy and sweaty, you gripped your bag tightly. god forbid hongjoong and seonghwa recognise you before you were emotionally and mentally prepared to see them for the first time in six years.
had they grown taller? were they as youthful as they once were? has their smiles stayed the same? had their voices deepened? did they still have the same dreadfully boring style? did they still wear the same cologne that clung to their clothes back then? were the bracelets you made them still sitting on their wrist all so beautifully? had–
“y/n!”
you jump at the shout of your name, looking up in shock. in front of you, just standing a few feet away, were kim hongjoong and park seonghwa.
eyes glistening with surprise, you look at them, voice stuck in the back of your throat. oh god, they looked so beautiful.
hongjoong hadn’t grown much, but he stood with confidence. his dark hair looked soft and silky, eyes bright and filled with twinkling stars. his cheeks stayed plump and full of life, a dusty pink that made you want to kiss them.
apart from seonghwa’s bleached hair, the next most obvious change was his height. he had grown almost a head taller, and yet, the sparkle in his eyes had remained. his cheeks were rosy, pink, plump lips curled into a bright, ethereal smile.
you feel years of emotions come crashing down on you. sadness, regret, pain, guilt— love. you burst into tears, wrapping your arms around the two men (not boys, you had to remind yourself).
“i’m sorry,” you apologise as hongjoong starts to cry, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m sorry joong, i’m sorry,” you buried your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing.
seonghwa comforted you with tears in his eyes, patting your head gently as he whispered sweet nothings to you. it seemed like deja vu to you, the whole scenario. if you hadn’t inhaled that sweet, floral scent that haw always wore that was mixed with the woody, musky scent hongjoong did, you’d think it all a dream.
as snow began to fall outside, the warmth radiating off the bodies of your soulmates made you realise how harsh this winter would be.
harsh it was indeed.
you’re about to pull your hair out before the ceremony begins. chewing at your bottom lip, your eyes dart around the venue, mind racing faster than you can comprehend.
“y/n.”
hongjoong’s voice sounds eerily deeper than you were used to. it sent shivers down your spine which made him laugh. “what’s wrong with you?” he asks in a cheeky manner as you huff.
“don’t blame me for not being used to your voice,” you lament, resting your elbow on his shoulder out of habit. “i still can’t believe how much you’ve changed.”
you look at the man with a grin and take note of the suit he’s wearing. it’s tailored to fit him perfectly, the details on it intricate and beautiful. the embroidered sun and stars, flowers and snowflakes adorned his clothing. you loved how he and seonghwa had gotten both their suits modified to have a more personal touch to them. it was artistic, elegant yet somewhat nostalgic.
the man sighs, glancing up at you. “it has been almost six years since we last saw each other,” he reminds you.
your body stiffens, rigid and filled with guilt. hongjoong notices this and frowns. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he says and you nod.
you knew that. you knew that hongjoong wasn’t holding it against you, but you were holding it against yourself. the file was eating out you inside out, like a parasite clawing at your skin and tearing your flesh from bone.
“hey, y/n,” he says softly, hand reaching out to grab yours. “it’s okay,” he whispers, looking into your eyes with the most soft and genuine smile. “it’s okay.”
you nod again and he pulls you in for a hug. hongjoong’s embrace had always felt so safe. you feel yourself melt into it, and if you had closed your eyes, the both of you would’ve been sixteen all over again.
“i love you, y/n,” hongjoong whispers as your eyes widen with surprise. hongjoong had never told you that before. “never forget that,” he pulls away with a wink before bidding you goodbye and going to greet his coworkers.
you stood there, still stunned by his words. your heart was screaming, yelling at you for being so foolish as to not have said it back. however, ‘i am so painfully and desperately in love with you, kim hongjoong’ seemed a bit hard to shout back in the setting you were currently in.
“now, what on earth could you be thinking about right this moment that isn’t related to your two boyfriends?”
you’re snapped out of your thoughts by a warm, teasing voice. “yunho,” you smile at the blonde man who’s dressed nicely in a suit. “glad you could make it,” you lean in and hug him tightly. “haven’t seen you since high school.”
he chuckles. “yeah, you left right after graduation– i couldn’t make it to see you off,” he feigns a frown as you laugh, slapping his shoulder. “and please, as if hongjoong would let me live it down if i didn’t come,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at the oh-so-true statement. “you okay?”
“huh?” you look at him confused. “why wouldn’t i be okay?”
yunho shrugs. before you can question him further, you are distracted by yeosang’s mint hair. he walks over with a smile, waving at you. “what’s with that look on your face?”
you huff. “yunho asked me if i was okay and won’t tell me why he suspects otherwise,” you grumble as yeosang’s eyes widen. he shoots the taller male a flare and you stare at him in shock. “is there something i should be worried about?”
yeosang sighs. “well,” he begins, pausing as he pondered silently. “you have to promise not to take this badly,” he warns as yunho sends him a worried look. you nod slowly, anxiety filling you like water gushing into an empty bottle.
“you see, back when we were all in high school,” he begins hesitantly. “we all thought you had a crush on either joong or hwa,” he says as you feel your heart sink into the out of your stomach. “but we didn’t speculate, of course.”
you brush it off with a scoff. “me? like them?” you fake a laugh. “never. they…” you train off, looking at hongjoong who’s smiling from ear to ear, cheeks a rosy pink.
it’s oddly bittersweet to see the boy you once bickered with in elementary school now getting married to the boy that snuck jellies to you in class. turning back, you give yeosang a sad smile. “they’re made for each other.”
after greeting the rest of your old friends (and stopping wooyoung and san from crying before the wedding actually started), you leave the garden to visit seonghwa in his private suite.
one of seonghwa’s many request was for you to walk him down the aisle. it was sickening masochistic for you to accept the proposition, now that you thought about it. then again, who were you to back out now?
one, two, three knocks.
“come in,” seonghwa’s silky smooth and sweet voice fills your ears. you tap your keycard, opening the door gently. “hello sweetheart.”
you feel your cheeks warm up, heart fluttering. “hey, hwa,” you whisper, taking in how gorgeous he looked. adorned in a white suit, flowers, clouds, the moon and stars embroidered on the sleeves, the inner mesh material iridescent. “you’re breathtaking. like an angel.”
seonghwa’s cheek turn a darker shade of pink as he clears his throat. “thank you,” he whispers as you giggle, holding his hands. your thumbs traced his knuckles, admiring how slim and long his fingers were. “we missed you so much, y’know?”
you didn’t dare look up and remained silent. “we didn’t know how to go on with life as usual without you by our side,” he hummed with a small smile. “but i don’t care about all that now. i’m just glad you decided to come home.”
home.
you felt the pit of your stomach churn (you were certain it was your heart). to you, hongjoong and seonghwa were home. no matter how long you stayed in your chic studio apartment overseas, it never felt right.
hongjoong and seonghwa’s embrace did. it felt warm, comforting, lovely. you had to promise yourself to not get too attached to it.
“i’m sorry,” is all you can find yourself saying and thinking. “i’m sorry, hwa.”
seonghwa hushes you, his fingers brushing against your skin ever-so gently. he tucks your hair behind your ear with a smile. “it’s okay, y/n,” he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. “you’re here now. that’s what matters.”
you wrap your arms around the blonde, tears threatening to spill at any moment. “i love you both so much,” you confess (unbeknownst to him). “i love you, park seonghwa and i am so happy for you.”
he smiles, hugging you back as a tear slips down his cheek slowly. “i love you too, y/n. i love you so much.”
relishing in the moment, you’re determined to make sure their wedding was perfect. you were going to push aside all personal feelings, ignore all the pain and sadness, and make sure that seonghwa and hongjoong had the best day of their life.
you were certain that nothing was going to go wrong that day.
oh, how wrong you were.
“i’m sorry, i can’t do this.”
seonghwa’s voice is soft, but audible. your head snaps up so fast, your neck could’ve broken. to be honest, you weren’t particularly paying attention to whatever the officiant was saying, assuming that both men were going to say ‘yes’ immediately.
you furrowed your brows in confusion, the gasps around you loud. lifting your head to look at the man, you find that he’s already looking at you.
“what are you doing?” you mouth, gasping softly at the sight of tears rolling down the blonde’s cheeks. “don’t cry,” you whisper, frowning at the male.
seonghwa turns his attention back to hongjoong, pain and regret in his eyes. “i can’t lie to you, joong. i can’t lie to you and say that i love only you.”
a sinking, disgusting feeling bubbles in your chest as you gripped your forearm tightly. the look on hongjoong’s face tears you down and rips you apart. he looked betrayed, hurt, but somewhere hidden in his eyes, there was a sort of relief.
you didn’t like this.
you didn’t like this at all.
seonghwa turns to look at you and your heart instantly drops. “i can’t lie to you, joong, and say that i’m not still in love with y/n as well.”
the guests gasp in shock once again, eyes wide as they stared at the three of you. an interestingly dramatic turn of events, one would say.
but not for you. the shock on your face couldn’t have been more evident. it felt like your heart had stopped beating and instead froze in time.
had the bleach sunk too deep into his skull? what was he thinking? why was he revealing this now? when did seonghwa realised he felt this way? what the hell was he thinking? had park seonghwa really just said that?
“hwa…” hongjoong looks at him in pain, holding onto seonghwa’s hands tightly. “i can’t lie to you and say that i’m not in love with y/n either.”
with only two sentences, you felt as if your whole world had come crashing down. you stare at the two boys, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.
“oh my god!”
san and wooyoung’s voices erupted from the crowd as they point towards the two grooms. following their gaze, you gasp at the now visible strings tied around their pinkies.
your gaze followed the strings (as did everyone else’s) and you were utterly horrified to see them tied to your ring finger.
finally, your soulmate strings could be seen.
looking up at your two best friends, shaking, you see the sadness, betrayal and relief written all over their faces. truth be told, it was hard to through a blurry vision. tears streamed down your cheeks, fear gripping you by the throat.
hongjoong stares at you with pain in his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. “we’re your soulmates?”
seonghwa is crying. “and you didn’t tell us? how long have you known?”
you stare at them, words stuck in your throat, refusing to come out.
“did you lie to us on your birthday?” seonghwa seems to come to the realisation. “is this why you chose to lie to us both?” he asked softly, pointing at the two strings. you could only nod.
“is this why you left?” hongjoong seems to not even want to believe his words. “is this why you never came back to visit?”
you nod again.
“why, y/n? why didn’t you tell us?”
you stare at the two men in silence. your voice was stuck in your throat, refusing to come out. a metallic taste filled your mouth and you knew what was coming.
“i—”
and before you could speak, petals flew out of your mouth, blood dripping down your chin as you look up at the two boys.
everyone gasped, staring at the flowers on the ground. lilies and black dahlias soaked in your blood. the very flowers that adorned the wedding venue– hongjoong and seonghwa’s favourites.
you look at your best friends, taking in their looks of pure horror. tears streamed down their cheeks, mouths agape. they’re paralysed in shock.
forcing a smile, you look at them. all the memories began to flood back as your vision grew spotty, your body slowly giving up on you.
god, even when death was knocking on your door, seonghwa and hongjoong still looked angelic.
“i’m sorry.”
and so on this cold, hauntingly beautiful day, crimson red blood soaked into pure white snow: a permanent reminder of the pain of unrequited love.
#seonghwa#hongjoong#mei’s ✍️#park seonghwa#kim hongjoong#ateez#ateez 🎱#ateez fic#ateez angst#ateez imagines#ateez x reader#hongjoong x reader#seonghwa x reader
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personal headcannon of mine: most of the herrschers (but specifically senti and hov in this case) have pointy teeth and cat-like pupils
#draw n’ sketch ⌞ 🍒✍️⌝#herrscher of the void#herrscher of sentience#honkai impact#honkai impact 3rd#hi3rd#my art#fan art#idk I just like the idea that the herrschers have small animalistic features#nothing big but like#idk herrscher of flamescion or finality having tiny bits of car fur on their shoulders#or senti having scales near her legs or stuff like that#I think it’s fun#imagine mei has a bunch of teeth marks on her neck and someone points it out to her and she’s like#“ITS FUNNY YOU MENTION THAT ACTUALLY” and quickly tries to change the subject#that’d be funny to me lol
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Maybe I’ll use Tumblr again? Not sure but here are some Honkai drawings I did (=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ
#honkai impact#Elysia#Eden#Raiden Mei#Mobius#Fu Hua#Honkai Impact 3rd#gotta learn to understand tumblr’s nature again i suppose#Eulyin ✍️🎨
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Krishna x Arjunā breakup au...🥺😭
War au
Bg info: Draupadi had married the four brothers of Arjunaa
Krishna and Arjunaa were, a pair of lovers. Not yet married.
Krishna is still on the side of Pandavas
"Arju." Yudhishthir called out to his sister. "Can you get the two scrolls about our formations from my tent?"
"Of course, Jyesht." Said Arjunaa, and she walked out of the common tent.
When Arjunaa got there, she found the scrolls of their formations on the table...but there was another scroll with the...seal of the KURUS!? Arjunaa tensed and rushed towards the common tent, with all the scrolls.
She barged in loudly. "JYESHT! WHY DO YOU HAVE A SCROLL OF THE KURUS?" She exclaimed while holding up the Kuru scroll in her left hand. Everyone either gasped or looked in confusion. Yudhishthir got up from his seat and took the Kuru scroll. "I..i don't know about this. I swear i only had our two scrolls in my tent!" Yudhishthir answered.
The others now HAD to believe Dharmaraj because, he had never lied in his entire lifetime.
A few of the others crowded around to see. Krishna stuck his tongue in his cheek. He glanced at Arjunaa, who was still standing at the entrance. Their eyes met. Krishna swallowed. He knew what this meant, and what would happen now.
"Oh ho! I see you have gotten winds of our plans already.." Arjunaa felt creeped as she heard a voice behind her and she turned around and jumped backwards, unsheathing her dagger in reflex. Everyone stared in shock, except Krishna, who narrowed his eyes at the short, disgusting man.
Shakuni strode into the room. "How marvellous, Samrat." He addressed Yudhishthir. "We were looking for the scroll on which we had mapped out our upcoming military plans." He snatched it out of Virat’s hand, nearly giving the king a paper cut. "I'll have that, thank you."
"Gandhar Raj, what were your papers doing in my tent?" said Yudhishthir, bewildered.
Shakuni clutched his chest in faux-shock. "I should be asking you that! First you steal from us and then question us back?"
"We did no such thing!" snapped Dhrishtadyumna. "Rajkumari Arjunaa went to get our plans from the Samrat's room and found this kept there!"
Shakuni cackled. "What a believable story, General! Please do better!"
Virat came over. "Listen, Gandhar Raj. You have my word for it, we truly have not stolen anything from your camp. Stealing from the enemy camp is adharma and we could and we would never do that."
"Oh, I know it's adharma all too well." he snapped, stroking his beard and eyeing Virat in a rather maddening way. Arjunaa looked from him to Krishna to Yudhishthir and back to him. What even was happening?
"Samrat Yudhishthir never lies or cheats!" continued Virat. "You have his word as well!"
"Aah! Yes! The same man who accused me of attempted murder on them, especially his sister, and betted on and got his said sister disrobed...!" Shakuni grinned like a maniac. Loud gasps were heard. Arjunaa boiled in anger and clenched her fists, while Draupadi held her shoulders as if saying to calm down.
"Don't dare mention dharma when you have the aid of this man." He pointed at Krishna, who was still looking at him strangely. "People accuse me of cheating but if there is a more treacherous person than I...it is him!"
"We are telling you we!-" Krishna interrupted. "Tell me, Gandhar Raj. Where did you last see your plan scroll?"
Shakuni hesitated. "Well…I remember seeing it yesterday evening in my room. We were busy with war and cremating our warriors, hence didn’t pay our documents any mind. A few hours ago, when I went to retrieve it, it was gone!"
“Interesting." Said Krishna, placing his hands on his hips. "And what made you suspect us?"
"Intuition, Vasudev! Intuition!" He snapped his fingers. "My intuitions are rarely incorrect!" Said Shakuni as he eyed both Arjunaa and Krishna. He had heard that they were a couple without being married and he WAS going to use it to blackmail them.
"Also...Rajkumari...! I have heard about you and this cowherd being...together even though he has two wives already! How would devi Rukmini and devi Satyabhama react to...this information..?"
Arjunaa startled up. What was he on about?- "and how would the whole of Aryavarta react if they found out that Gandivdhari is having an affair with the Dwarkadheesh behind everyone's backs...eh?" Arjunaa gazed in shock, while Krishna stood still, monotonous.
"Everyone would be devastated and feeling betrayed.. about their favourite persons' doings and them committing adharma in war aswell... i take my leave now. Pranipat." Shakuni limped away, smirking like the maniac he is.
Krishna stared at his Parthavi. He had to do this now, or else...both of them would always be targeted, by the Kurus due to their on-going affair. Arjunaa inhaled and exhaled deeply, as she went towards her tent, without saying a word. She knew that Rukmini Jiji and Satyabhama Jiji would accept her without a word, but what about the world? The people? They wouldn't...at all...
Krishna wanted to scream and behead Shakuni right then and there with his Sudarshan, but this was required. Required to win the war, and for that...
it was required to...break...his Parthavi.
As everyone went to their respective room after cooling their heads down, Krishna went into Arjunaa's tent.
"Madhav? What are you doing here?" Arjunaa got up from her sitting position, from the edge of the bed.
"I have come to talk about something important..." The accusation and blackmailing still had Arjunaa nervous, and this gave her a bad feeling. "A-about today's incident..?"
"No. About...us."
"About....us..? What is it about us-?"
"We need to stop our on-going affair."
Krishna stared at Arjunaa silently, who had slumped down on the bed once again, but in utter disbelief, shock and melancholy. Tears had rimmed her eyes, that were shaped like a swan's, not even a moment after. But they refused to fall.
"We n-need to s-separate..?"
"Well, yes...but i will still drive your chariot and help you in war. But...we can't be together...like that...anymore...." Arjunaa's naturally big eyes now widened even more, as the tears that refused to fall before, did fall after his statement, as she clenched her teeth and gripped the edge of the bed with both her hands tightly.
Krishna's heart clenched tightly. Oh how he wanted to take this all back and wipe her tears, and hug her close and kiss her to sleep. But alas! That wouldn't be possible now. He couldn't bear the sight in front of him. Oh how he cursed himself for being the God of the Universe now..
Krishna then took his leave, and as soon as he left, Arjunaa got up too and looked at her now- tear strained face in the body length mirror. She stared angrily and sadly at her own face as she punched the mirror hard.
The big shards of the mirror got in her delicate skin and her fist, and they started bleeding heavily. But the Rajkumari didn't care. More and more tears cascaded down her beautiful face as she finally broke the mirror completely and slid down on the floor.
Drops of both blood and tears dripped down, as the young girl kept crying her heart out.
Unbeknownst to her, her Madhav was still standing outside her tent, and as he heard her heartbreaking sobs, he couldn't take it anymore and he broke into his own tears.
Oh how even the gods were upset at the separation of the lovers and their heartbreaking states.
Krishna had to get control over his mind and heart, like he always had to, unfortunately. He didn't want to..yet he had to...
Arjunaa had fainted on the floor due to blood loss and crying, as her body wanted to give up on life. The only one who she had loved and belived in in her whole lifetime till now had separated from her, what did she have now?
As she fainted, her mind and heart refused to accept this and still, like her body always did when she missed her Madhav, resonated with his name...
"Madhav..Madhav...Madhav...Madhav...."
That night was the first time Krishna had cried so heavily in his life...as he felt her pain and her body resonating her given name for him yet again...
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Twitter draw pile ✍️
I tried to figure the design of Ao Lie’s impulsive older sister (it’s said in lmk wiki that she’s the pearl holding Longnu, the longnu that follow Guanyin), along with Muzha and Jinzha (it would funny if Muzha got confused with Nezha for once)
Manifesting Red Son being autistic baby, Mei and Nezha dynamics, and also the fact that Nezha can secretly lift the staff :)
#my art#shitpost#nezha#lego monkie kid#lmk#lego#monkie kid#third lotus prince#comic#jinzha#muzha#ao lie#longnu#mei#long xiaojiao#hong hai'er#red son#the one pic with Nezha drawing the skeleton with flowers and a sword was my mood after reading jigokuraku#I’m quite busy lately :p
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I am back! AND I LOVED THE HEADCANNONS SO TY TY-
Anyways, anoher Nezha, Redson, Mk, Mac, Sun And Mei this time only with an S/O with bird wings, can be any tipe of bird but wary soft and huggebull wings. This on can by any gender...and kinda of a tipe of person whom is not afraid to put someone in there place if needed to but is mostly a chill and down to earth person!
Lots of love and hugs!
- SNake annon
I'm glad you enjoyed them! ^^ however my character limit is 5 so I'm gonna have to eject Nezha from this prompt...if you want this one for him super badly though lemme know ✍️
MK, Redson, Mei, SWK, and Macaque x GN!Winged!Reader Romantic Headcanons!
MK - oooo! This boy most definitely wants to fly with you! Whether it’s transforming himself or convincing you to carry him, it’s gonna happen! He also loves looking at your wings in general. If you’re ever just sitting and chilling with enough room for him to sit behind you so he can be sandwiched in between your wings, expect him to be there. He offers to help take care of them, if you have a specific wing-care routine. Also, probably nicknames you “angel”!
Redson - They think you’re pretty cool, but they’re not gonna make a big deal out of it. Red compliments them a lot, though, just because they think the wings suit you very well. Extremely gentle around them, because they don’t want to set you on fire. You would probably be the one who has to convince them to let you carry them so you can fly together. They’ll be clinging onto you really tight the entire time, though!
Mei - she is OBSESSED. Likes flying with you, feeling them, taking care of them—if I’m honest, she would probably collect feathers that fall off of them or the ones that you can give her—basically, she thinks you’re one of the coolest people she knows. Also, she gets to brag to people that her s/o has super cool wings. Calls you her “guardian angel” since you, as her partner, probably have to help keep her out of trouble.
SWK - He thinks you’re really cool! He also probably does a lot of bird/angel puns, sorry. He lovesss just feeling your wings and practically sleeping on them, at least until you get him to move because you can’t be his pillow ALL day(as nice as it sounds). The other thing he likes is watching you take care of them. Since it’s wayyy different from monkey grooming, he’s not gonna stick his nose in it, but he likes observing. You two fly together a lot!
Macaque - probably sees you as fairly cool compared to the average person. He never asks to touch your wings; he prefers to wait for you to give him full permission. Even then he’s super gentle since he doesn’t know if it’s painful or anything. He likes being surrounded by them since it actually muffles some of the noise he hears. Similar to Redson, you’ll have to convince him to fly with you. It’ll take a lot of trust on his end, but he will do it eventually.
#lego monkie kid#lmk headcanon#lmk x reader#lmk#lego monkie kid headcanons#lmk mk#lmk qi xiaotian#lmk red son#redson x reader#gender neutral y/n#reader has wings#lmk mei x reader#lmk mei#mei x reader#monkie kid mei#red son#monkie kid swk#swk x reader#lmk swk#sun wukong lmk#wukong x reader#lmk wukong#lmk macaque#lmk six eared macaque#six eared macaque#macaque x reader
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🎩 mattia pascal 👁🔥 adriano meis 👔💋italian 🍝 librarian 📚argentinian 💃 monaco 💸🎰💰 travel ✈️🌎 loverboy 😍 writer ✍️ dead 💀⚰️
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4 Town Ask Game!
I originally reblogged this from @whumptimebaby but thought creating a separate post would make it show up better on y’all’s feeds.
Here’s the link to the original post! 🧡
💗Current Favourite Member?
Aaron Z!
💛First Favourite Member?
Aaron T🧡
🎵Favourite 4*Town Song?
U Know What’s Up
😁Favourite Relationship? (Platonic or Romantic)
Jesse and Z (JessZ) platonically
🌹Share a Robaire headcanon
Super niche but okay; they did a production of Hairspray at Ro and Z’s high school and when Robaire got the role of Seaweed, Z was pissed as hell because he had a crush on the girl playing Penny😂
💭What is your favourite memory related to 4*Town?
When I first fell into this fandom; after a really shitty few months of personal struggles, I found so much comfort in 4 Town, I can’t even explain. My mind was suddenly filled with them and not the other difficult stuff I’d been dealing with 🧡
🛍If you could have any 4*Town merch, real or fake, what would you want?
All of their CDs with all of the music!
🎨Share a Jesse headcanon
He’s Jewish and found out through taking one of those cool DNA tests. It means a lot to him because he doesn’t know his biological parents, but found out this fact about his heritage and is determined to honour it 💙
✍️Do you create art? What kind? (Plug it!)
Nooo, unless writing counts? My masterlist is here…
👀 Do you have any unpopular opinions? What are they?
That the T/Z dynamic is…kinda overrated…
*runs and hides*
🕊Share a Tae headcanon
He’s an only child! Joining 4 Town was a big deal and he had to get used to the idea of being close to a group of people, but 4 Town are his brothers and nothing will change that 💕
💅If you were in charge of making a Turning Red spinoff about 4*Town, what would you do?
Behind the scenes about them with individual interviews! Plus some footage of them meeting fans (Mei and co.) BECAUSE IT’S WHAT WE DESERVE. Like a bonus scene where they asked for help with the ritual…
🎧What are some songs that remind you of 4*Town?
Baby One More Time reminds me so much of Z it’s ridiculous.
🧢Share an Aaron T headcanon
He’s half Brazilian, half Sicilian! It explains a lot about his personality honestly😂
🤠Which member do you think you'd get along with the best?
Probably…Jesse? As a friend! But Z romantically *coughs*
🧜♀️If 4*Town were to release another album, what concept would you want it to be?
Self love/body positivity!
🏀Share an Aaron Z headcanon
He’s a twin! He has a twin sister named Arielle and she’s very vibrant and extroverted. Although he loves her, living in her shadow has made him as shy as he is.
😐Which member is your nemisis (affectionate)?
T, in the best possible way! I’m such a neat freak and I know that all that would go out the window after 5 mins with him…
🩰What is something you love about the 4*Townie community?
Our passion for 4 Town! It’s pretty special 🥰
#4 town#4town#4*town#turning red#4 town aaron z#4 town aaron t#4town aaron z#4*town aaron z#4town aaron t#4 town robaire#4*town robaire#4town Robaire#4 town Jesse#4*town Jesse#4town Jesse#4*town aaron t#4 town tae young#4*town tae young#4town taeyoung#Robaire#Jesse#Aaron t#Aaron z#Tae young#4 townie#4 townies#4*townie#4*townies#4townie#4Townies
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इश्क ही नहीं अगर हिसाब आ गया...
Apni aakhon se puche gye mere sawalon ka abhi laga he tha ki jawab aagya,
Tujhe bhulane ki koshish mei aankh lagi he thi ki fir tera khawab aagya,
Wo kya kaha tha tumne baju faila kar kitna pyar karte ho mujhse,
Main kehta hun Ishq he nhi agar hisaab aagaya...✍️
#couple love#feelings#indian tumblr#couple goals#urdu shayari#couple quotes#hindi poetry#hindi shayari#urdu lines#urdu poetry#late night thoughts#late night thinking
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The Stream
Evening
Have you watched Meiri's (Mei and Rairi) TikTok,
Since its really cute,
I recommend everyone watches it soon
.🫶🏻🫶🏻
I wonder if I've posted this..
Birthday Event Stream
The streaming period goes until the 25th,
But thank you very much to everyone,
who has already watched🫣
I suddenly thought,
I haven't watched it myself, huh,
I'm sorry,
Its because I'm not an FC member……
.🙄🙄🙄
From what I can see and confirm is that,
its a video shot from a fixed point from the day-of,
So, come to think of it,
I wonder what kind of faces I made😑⚠️
I wonder how it will be received🧐⚠️
I don't know……
Because of that I think I'll check it out tomorrow if I can--!! lol
Maybe I'll give up on saying, 'I can't watch it'!! lol
Everyone really knows,
me better than that😂
Thank you very much as always😌🫶🏻
Thanks for your hard work today as well--
🎂Birthday Stream Event Is Here
January 19th~January 25th📺✨️
Don't miss it,,
🎂Birthday goods are also here
~Deadline to buy is January 30th🩵
Please take a look--
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#139 Dancing, Dancing, Laughing, And Dancing
💿Releasing February 2nd
Morning Musume '23 25th ANNIVERSARY CONCERT TOUR ~glad quarter-century~ at Nippon Budokan
Thank you for waiting for the Blu-ray&DVD!
Its finally releasing--!
Its already nostalgic but,
It has an amazing medley, really
Please enjoy it many times
📚Releasing on February 7th
"Hello! Project BEST SHOT!! Vol.26"
Ishida AyumixOda SakuraxNonaka Miki📸
Fukumura MizukixIshida AyumixOda Sakura📸
"HELLO! PROJECT STREAM"
Morning Musume '23 Concert Tour Fall "Neverending Shine Show ~Seiki~" Fukumura Mizuki Graduation Special
It seems you'll be able to enjoy the stream again!
For those who can't wait for the blu-ray, by all means!
⚠️January 19th~January 31st
🪩Current Winter Concert Tour
Hello! Project 2024 Winter ~THREE OF US~
🪩Spring Tour Has Been Decided
Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Spring MOTTO MORNING MUSUME
We'll be going around the country from March 16th!
.👗👠
Aoyama Clothing x Morning Musume '24
see you ayumin <3
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Mei,
I don't ask you about it much, because I don't want you to be a middle-man. But I am glad you know Rosalind as well. She needs more who will not judge her, when they see her eyes. And I think I can speak for us both in how much we appreciate your support in our struggles.
But don't lose sight of yourself, okay? Take care of Mei, before you take care of us.
--Jarrod
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only you
content: actor! yunho x gn! reader, angst. warning: profanities, pain.
summary: you and yunho were the only ones who thought differently on two completely different things.
word count: 0.5k
note: enjoy more pain :D
“so all of that was an act?”
your voice bounced off the walls of the room. you stood in front of the male, fist clenched. lips quivering, you bite your bottom lip as hard as you can to stop it.
you taste blood.
the silence was so utterly deafening. what was even worse was the fact that yunho couldn’t even look you in the eye. he sighs deeply, eyes fluttering shut.
“yes.”
the sound your heart shattering rang in your ears. it sank into your stomach. the feeling of disgust, disdain and disappointment filled you like water filling a jug. slowly, gradually until it overflowed.
staring at him, you feel a bubbling anger within you. stupid. you were stupid to think that all of that was something to yunho. you were both actors– why on earth would any personal feelings be put into an act? no, why would he put any personal feelings in an act?
“i’m sorry,” he whispers.
“i don’t get it, yunho,” you strain yourself to stop your voice from quivering. “am i really the only one who feels this way? even after everything we’ve been through?” you ask, biting your lip again.
he remains silent, so you continue.
“we’re inseparable, yes, we are best friends,” you begin. “but i thought there was something more, y’know? i thought there was a spark. i thought there was a connection– a special one. i thought i was special to you.”
“you are–” he stops abruptly. he knew better than that.
tears brimming in the corner of your eyes, you laugh. how pathetic you were. “i guess i was truly the only one who felt like this,” your voice is cracking at this point.
yunho tries to reach out to hold you, but you take a step back, shaking your head. he complies, arms retracting. he clenched his fist tightly.
“i- i don’t know how i feel,” he says, breaking the silence. “i know you are special to me, but…” he trails off, guilt rushing through his veins and filling him whole.
you nod, wiping the tears away. “you’re an asshole,” you whisper.
“i know,” he whispers back. “i’m sorry.”
“you don’t shout ‘i fucking love you’ to someone with so much raw emotion like that and call it acting,” you clench your jaw. “you can’t tug at my heart like that, yunho– you can’t.”
he still refuses to look at you. “i’m sorry.”
you want to scream at him. you want to scream at the world and the heavens of how much you loved him. that no matter how much jeong yunho hurt you, you’d always love him. that you’d love him through his flaws and lows. that you’d love him for who he was wholly and truly.
but you stay silent. you keep it tucked back in the back of your heart.
“did you really think that all of that,” you gesture to yourself. “was acting?”
he twitches, turning his head slightly and you know the answer. “yes.”
chuckling, you wipe your tears away again and sigh. looking into his eyes that were filled with the stars and galaxies, full of hope and wonder, you smile.
“you were the only one that thought differently then.”
#ateez#mei’s ✍️#ateez 🎱#ateez imagines#ateez angst#yunho#jeong yunho#ateez yunho#yunho angst#yunho imagines#yunho x reader#ateez x reader#kpop fic#ateez fics
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Fyra,
I pray this letter finds you well. Forgive me for not having been in contact with you, Mei-Mei, and Castella for a good while. Lately, since my Communion has ended and I've become adept in shifting, the fury of the dragon inside me has joined the screams of my ancestors. They yearn for war, as is their nature, and I smell blood and see death in my dreams. When I wake I find my pillow in ruins.
For now I'm seeking quietude. By the time this letter reaches you I will be in Nokstella, meditating. In order to calm the rage inside me I must overcome these wretched screams. When they have calmed to the hymn they were when I came to the Lands Between, I will return to you all.
Let's have that amazing capellini you made last time with everyone, when I get back. Hopefully I'll perfect smoked bear and learn how to not set vegetables on fire! No drinking; I did hear Mei-Mei recently had her baby. Haha.
We'll see each other again soon. May the wind be on your back, my dearest friend.
Dany
#dany and fyra#crybaby-tarnished#dany it's calamari you dummy#i saw a screenshot of nokstella and was like 'sold what can i do with this'
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✍️ [fellomenking]
Dear Lord Morgott
I do not know if this letter will find you, or if you will even read it. But please know you are indeed worth something, you are worth being loved and cared for. Mei loves you very much, and it hurts her when you hate yourself just as much as it hurts you. Try just a little each day to see yourself as someone worth loving.
BestrRegards,
Fyra
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Mei,
If you're reading this letter, then for some unfathomable reason you've yet again jumped off the balcony and now find yourself waking up from a brief respite from being knocked unconscious. I estimate you'll be off to the right slightly, given you tend to jump with your dominant leg behind you so you'll try and land on it on the way down.
To the left you will find an herbal concoction to help lessen the swelling and temporarily numb the pain you'll no doubt have in your left rib and right shoulder given your tendency to try and roll at the last minute, which is why the fall didn't flat out kill you.
If you need me, I'll be in the study wondering what the bloody hell you were thinking at which case I will ask you directly.
With care,
Sir Ofnir
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Looking for a space to unapologetically celebrate who you are? Join us on June 10 from 5–7:30 pm, for our 9th annual LGBTQ+ Teen Night: (Dis)Respectfully Us!
Planned by InterseXtions, Brooklyn Museum’s paid LGBTQ+ teen internship in queer art history and community programming, and inspired by Andy Warhol: Revelations and Baseera Khan: I Am an Archive, we are honoring the generations that came before us while also no longer letting ideas of respectability hold us back!
To start off the evening, we have “Queer Art and Activism through the Ages” an intergenerational panel of queer artists and activists of color from ABLE, NYCLU, and GRIOT Circle to discuss the the role of art in self expression and documentation of queer history. Afterward, explore the galleries with a scavenger hunt, enjoy some comforting food, and take part in our fun art activities – Respectabili-tree, Tote-ally Me, and Behind the Mask. Take a pic at our photobooth and share at our open mic! Get excited for some amazing performances throughout the night by DJ Kami, Sol ChYld, and Serena Tea.
We welcome all LGBTQ+ young people and allies, ages 14-22! Come celebrate with us!
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🎶: Pluto by Sol ChYld
✍️ Posted by Mei Kazama
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