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loveoaths · 1 year

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I’ve been reading through Darth Momin’s Wookiepedia entry recently and he is fascinating. Momin is considered a “Sith heretic” which, conceptually, is just…… how bad/weird/annoying do you have to be for the SITH, the biggest annoying asshole whiners in the galaxy, to look at you and think, “Yeah I’mma need this bitch OUTTA HERE ASAP”???

The answer is: pretty goddamn annoying. But I’ll get to that in a second.

His “heresy” is believing that the Sith do not control the Dark Side; the dark side controls them. They exist solely to serve it, to please it through their works and actions. He does not believe in the wanton destruction of his peers; he believes in creation. Adding to the world instead of taking it apart. Unfortunately his idea of “adding to the world” is shit like “use the Force to lock an entire city in the second before it’s utter annihilation, thus creating an endless source of pain and fear and terror to fuel my Evil Engine so I can get a good grade in Being Loved By the Dark Side, which is both normal and something possible to achieve.”

And then he fucking FAILS at it because some pesky little Jedi get onto his engine and the mere presence of light side energy distracts him so much that he EXPLODES HIMSELF. this guy sucks so fucking bad it’s unreal. I’m obsessed.

Momin thinks the Sith obsession with Jedi is stupid and irrelevant to their purpose, which is to honor the Dark Side and execute its will across the Galaxy. This school of thought appears to be unique to him, since it is considered antithetical to everything mainstream Sith believe, and it dies with him, because they ensure his name is not recorded in any Sith or Jedi holocron; his legacy is all but eradicated. This is 1) hilarious, but also 2) indicative of the accusation he levels against the Sith: they are so focused on hoarding and hiding knowledge that they undermine themselves and the efforts of their entire group, when they could be serving one goal — honoring the Dark Side — and rebuilding the galaxy in its image. This guy is technically the eclectic fringe hippie guy of the Sith, and he’s like. An art / architecture / engineering triple major with a minor in being fucking creepy.

And the reason he is LIKE this is because he got one (1) bad art review on his first sculpture — which was totally understandable considering he made said sculpture out of the family pet. And Momin decides, fuck it if y’all don’t like my work then I don’t like YOU. Also DIE.

His art (and therefore life) philosophy becomes obsessed with pain and fear. To him they are the only true emotions, the only ones that define our nature, the only emotions that matter. Sure dude. I’m sure that has nothing to do with everyone hating your art and being freaked out by you. You totally didn’t create an entire artistic vision that claims how people receive YOUR work is universal and the only purpose of art, because there is no way your art isn’t just awful and bad and nauseating. Noooo, that’s what art is supposed to be!

He also thinks Vader is a bitch, which is hilarious, because seconds after this Vader smears him across the floor.

If this guy was a doughnut, the outside dough would be Art/Stem Boy Who Tells You You Like Art Wrong and his inside would be Hannibal + Villanelle jelly.

He may as well have said “This is my design.”

Oh, and on top of being a brilliant dingus, this guy somehow conjured a door to the dark side itself, pulled his original body from it and transfered his consciousness to it (implying that he has technically unlocked the key to immortality that the Sith have been banging on about for eons), is strong enough in the dark side that a fragment of his soul can survive inside a stupid little helmet long after he’s dead, doesn’t believe in the Master-Apprentice dynamic, is a perfect plot vehicle for any time travel fic because if any bitch has found a way to the World Between Worlds it’s this guy and he WILL be making it your problem, and is somehow both one of the most unique and most exhausting Sith —

All while looking like a rejected Keebler elf.

I’m obsessed.

(Credit to @gffa for these comic images I found in the #darth momin tag!)

#I need to actually buy these comics because I NEED to see the full picture but goddamn I’m so ridiculously amused.#this guy is like. an evil liberal arts school kid. that is objectively so fucking funny #he names his lightsabers Praxis and Direct Action #he is staging the bodies of his enemies as an art installation in the middle of a walkway so everyone has to see his GLORIOUS PURPOSE #he is the teacher’s pet of the fucking dark side. look at me. that’s hilarious. WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY #darth momin #you know i love a freak in a mask. i reject his white boy face though. i’m gonna commission art of him and he will look so awful #darth Vader #I don’t even go here but I do now. I’m a Jedi lover but this guy is too ridiculous not to stan . I’m going to write something so weird #long post #ALSO HIS NAME IS BASICALLY EVIL MOOMINS. THANK YOU TOVE JANSSON!

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organic-guacamole · 3 years

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episode 210 here we go

awww seb doing the intro

congratulations to milky white and her baby chocolate milk😌

seb is so funny

but seriously, clean up that milk fast or else it will smell so bad in there....

was that Lauryn just randomly doing cartwheels? idk any theatre kids irl but that seems like it's a common thing...

is it just me or has ms Jenn been getting more harsh to Ricky and Seb mainly-

like what did they do to her

no because I actually snorted with laughter at the "you came back" WHAT IS THAT VOICE-

AND THE MASK OMG

yeah so my throat hurts now

I'm dying over here

KOURTNEY'S FACE

SAME GIRL SAME

Ricky's fake death got the whole place in tears /s

he looks like an asthmatic walrus

Seb's on piano, I love

we all know if he was the beast we'd all actually be crying✋

ok but I listen to Julia's version of home on Spotify when I want to cry-

right so gimme a second

is Ricky scratching his face.....while he's dying?

"belle i-" *flop*

round of applause to Ashlyn for trying to make Ricky's earthworm seizure look less.... yknow

Kourtney's just dying there

WAIT IS THAT NATALIE

did she really just disappear for 9 episodes just to come back and stare dramatically into the camera

WAIT SCRATCH THAT SHES HERE TO MURDER ASHLYN AND RICKY

oh so Ricky's wearing a gay shirt now too

so that's the real reason why Rini broke up, see y'all next season when Gini and caswen become canon /j

wait that was a long intro scene-

what was that look Carlos-

TALK TO MY BOY OR ELSE

carlos' run is so funny to me

therapist Ashlyn to the rescue

"that is...super" son you good?

ms Jenn call Benjamin, he would willingly put his loved ones on a rocket and blast them into Venus for you....

maybe

"I don't want you kids to be disappointed" girl you do realise you're the one that's most invested in this?

"a smooth opening night" wasn't there just 1 show though-

like their opening night was closing night too

"I think I was Troy at one point" PLEASE THATS THE MOST ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF THE SEASON 1 FINALE

me Jenn looks like a serial killer during that clap and I'm lowkey scared for zacky

"I have notes"

oo if you're taking suggestions, lemme get my list

"mother is freaking out" uhhhhhh

right....'mother"

"is everyone sitting down?"

*looks around awkwardly*

*big red slowly sits*

"no..."

please seb was the only one sitting-

does that mean Carlos looked at Seb as soon as he walked in and assumed that everyone else was sitting too or am I a seblos clown🤡

"is this about the transformation"

WOW MAYBE OT IS RICKY

WOW HES A DETECTIVE FOR FIGURING THAT OUT SO QUICK🤩

YO WHY IS NATALIE HERE-

she just shows up when it's convenient? is she gonna be at the sleepover too?

Seb's heavy swallow after Carlos shouts at him makes me so sad

"I never learned how to lie but I figure if I keep my mouth closed, I can't tell the truth" *nods and smiles at Nini when she asks*

why are they casually standing up all over the pizza shop, just sit at a big table and talk instead of blocking passageways and blocking off at least 6 tables-

"how about I invite myself" WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS FEEL THE NEED TO INVITE THEMSELVES TO ASHLYN'S HOUSE-

YOU CAN ASK BUT JUST FORCE YOUR WAY IN?

so Cash Caswell has a bigger house than... Dennis Caswell.... who would've thought

ah yes there's the good old EJ 1.0

Nini: "boys vs girls"

Gina: *looks devastated and glances longingly at EJ*

way to be inconspicuous

"but north high should be" *cracks her knuckles in the most uncomfortable way*

good for Ashlyn for getting more confident though

oo bossy big red

"i get bossy around the power tools"

is that why Ashlyn was holding up the drill in episode 8 orrrr 🤠

Lily, leave him alone please

she's literally not blinking, is that what makes her creepy?

the diss at big red and his face afterwards is priceless

isn't that similar to what Gina's mom said to her in season 1? hmmmm

but seriously please don't try to redeem lily, let us have a character to hate, or to love because they're evil.

not everyone's a good guy.

"im not liked here and I don't know what to do"

let antoine finish his salad and it'll fix everything

"hug emoji" *gags*

y'all realize Lily's literally 14?

why is she calling a 16/17 year old from another school for personal advice-

"he gets weird around tools"

I shouldn't be laughing so hard

"deja vu maybe?" awkward silence

I'm dying here I love EJ so so so so much

"where's seb"

*cuts to seb being held hostage hoping that they'd notice he's missing and go look for him*

"don't ask"

"oh ok"

"100% real faux fur" as you should queen

sponsored by target

Kourtney is singlehandedly saving the entire show.

Seb making finger guns make me happier than it should

why is this kinda making me want to have a co-ed sleepover with my non-existent theatre friends

YES YOU DO NEED TO TALK/SING TO SEB CARLOS THANK YOU FOR KNOWING THAT

wait what-

you haven't talked to him all WEEK-

Carlos are you stupid /hj

Benjamin is so adorable I can't

he turned around to come back for her instead of going home. you're "what do you want Jenn🙄X act isn't fooling anyone Benjamin 🙃

10101

1+4+16= 21st?

they placed 21st?

or do I just not remember how to convert to base ten

GIRL DON'T BE RUDE TO HIM, HE'S GONNA SAVE YALL

no ms Jenn, the kids are not eccentric 35 year olds.

aww sebby

is he thinking that Carlos is only with him cuz he's the only other openly gay guy at school-

son you are a perfect little bean don't put yourself down

yes they all ship portwell as they should.

they'll be throwing risotto at the wedding.

not the chocolates. stop there are no chocolates. please stop I'm dying.

Gina you don't have to explain yourself to her

it was a misunderstanding and it's in the past

why is Ashlyn still laughing-

exactly it wasn't a big deal please just move on Nini

Kourtney really be out here saving everything

WHY IS ASHLYN STILL LAUGHING

why do I feel like when Gina finally told Ash about it, she didn't think it was that funny but wanted to feel included in the inside joke so now she brings it up randomly to show that she's in on it....I totally don't do that...

"idk, the farmer type" oh son...

Ashlyn and big red are just spilling the secrets back and forth huh?

OOO EJ AND GINA SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-I-

cmon guys don't look at me like that-

"she is the best" and "we're buddies" don't sound right together

"pretty boy" "sweet boy" best ways to describe EJ

I love him.

and aw he's scared of rejection so he'll hold back just to keep her happy and not awkward how sweet

is Ricky wondering if letting her go(literally his song from last episode) was the best thing he did for Nini because he doesn't feel like it now? hmmm this is getting good

why is everyone so invested in Kourtney and Howie's relationship

PACK UP THE LAZY RICKY THING

oh yes Benji, that's exactly what she's doing

she couldn't follow her dream or whatever so now she's using the kids to gain some of the success she craves. why else would she have that massive hsm poster with her name on it in huge letters in her office.

just casually grab his hand with both your hands and stare at him creepily 🥰

ship jennzzara y'all

the first bump was a missed opportunity to do the baymax "falalala" as a reference to the fact that they watched big hero six while committing arson✋

wait so big red and EJ just left Ricky in the basement and now Ricky invited Carlos when they're supposed to be at the stage?

help no Ricky looks like he's about to tell Carlos he likes him (I know it's about writing the song for seb but still, look at his body language and tell me it doesn't look like that)

Ricky is so mature about this, he really just wants Nini to be happy even though he's hurting-

baby you deserve love, maybe Nini isn't the one for you but don't say you don't deserve it

why does he keep adding bro to the end like he doesn't know how to address Carlos

PLEASE CARLOS HAVING TO ADDRESS THE BRO THING

"let's write a song when we have like 45 minutes to get to the place and help our friends possibly win $50000 at the show in 2 weeks"

"can you hit a high C?"

"that's like the bottom of my range"

why am I laughing

this is so cool to see friendship interactions that we don't normally get to see

Nini why are you being like this-

Gina did nothing wrong??

I saw that, EJ and Gina being the only ones going in the same direction👀

right so obviously Kourtney's waiting until after the menkies to get back with Howie just in case he really is just using her as a way in to east high... obviously... right?

CARLOS

OK ITS COMING GET READY YALL

Why is portwell so awkward all of a sudden

OMG EJ

OMG GINA SAY YES or not, do what you want.

the way she doubts that EJ would genuinely ask so she has to make sure it's not Ashlyn behind it

THE "NOT THAT I KNOW OF"

LIKE WHAT GINA SAID TO JACK ABOUT EJ BEING HER BOYFRIEND

GUYS THEY'RE SOULMATES

I want risotto now please

THEY'RE SO SWEET AND ADORABLY AWKWARD ITS LIKEEK LITTLE KIDS

OOOOOOO what is this place that seblos is in, looks fancy....and secluded

oh wait no Ricky's just standing there

wait is it the bomb shelter

it looks so good what

HSKAGSJAGAJAGWISGSKAUASBWKSVAIWBAISBQKSHIQBWOABWOABDOQBZIQBAIAQBSIWBQISVQKSIANSGOQBSAISBKASBKWBAIABQOSBBSJAHAJAVAJSBAJHSKAHSJAHAJAJAAJAHHHHHHHH

@youranxiousnerd ARE YOU OK?

CUZ IM NOT OK

LOOK AT SEBBY'S FACE

LOOK AT HOW ADORABLE IT IS

THE LYRICS ARE KILLING ME

SEBLOS IS KILLING ME

I AM DEAD

PLEASE SEND HELP

I like to imagine that Frankie and Joe practiced this in their apartment and just had a blast with it.

or maybe that Frankie practiced in secret like what Joe did for the climb

OH THE SUITS

THATS WHERE THAT CLIP IN THE PROMO WAS FROM

AWWW SEBBY'S SO CUTE

HE'S A LITTLE MARSHMALLOW

they're still so awkward with the dance I cant

let's appreciate Frankie's voice though

this episode really was made just for the seblos and portwell stans and you gotta love it

BIG RED GET OUT

WHY DOES HE ALWAYS DO THIS

Seb's little "yeah" IS ADORABLE

you can't tell me that wouldn't have been the best time for them to say I love you....IF FREAKIN BIG RED WASN'T THERE

ok but wait Ricky needs more hugs like that, look at his face

the boy needs love

"bro" please don't let Ricky and Carlos go back to not talking because their friendship is amazing

EJ laughing at Ricky sounding like a cat coughing up a furball is so funny to me

RICKY'S FLOP GETS ME EVERYTIME

I knew it was too good to be true

ok so Ricky's dead, next in line please

this episode was so short but I love it so much. this is what I signed up for for season 2✋

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #ej caswell #ricky bowen #gina porter #hsmtmts spoilers #seblos #seb mathew smith #carlos rodriguez #big red #ashlyn caswell #kourtney greene #lily hsmtmts #ms jenn #mr mazzara #natalie bagley #guac's episode text blocks :)

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baeklooming-day · 4 years

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Bubblegum Ice Cream | Baekhyun

Link to fluff masterlist

Lines 72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” and 80. “Does he know about the baby?”

Summary: Just another early April morning arguing chatting with your handsome neighbor.

Genre: Neighbor!AU, fluff

Word count: 1.2k

You could have easily left earlier, given that you always used to wake up really early just to see the morning sun tint the dull blueish sky with all those beautiful pink and purple shades.

Just like a box of soft bubblegum ice cream.

But for some reason, you never could find it in yourself to win over the lazy will to do every morning activity twice as long as it usually took for regular people.

You slowly brushed through your velvety, freshly trimmed hair, only to let the brush fall into your pastel bag.

Almost eight o’clock.

As you approached your apartment door, you tried to open and close them as quietly as only possible, hoping for a clear coast, or more like, a clear way out of your twentieth floor apartment building without running into a particular person.

You fixed your hair one more time, ready to make yourself on your way when a sudden sound of another door being pushed open reached your ears.

Oh freak no.

You could have easily made a run for it, the elevator wasn’t that distanced from your own door, but instead you just looked at the opening door with distaste written all over your pretty face.

The door finally opened, revealing a boy with white hair, his eyes transforming immediately into happy half moons followed by a wide sweet smile as soon as he noticed you.

So much about not running into one particular person.

“Well, good morning beautiful” He said, his eyes lighting up even more at the sight of you as if he encountered a literal angel outside of his apartment.

“Go bite a carrot, Baekhyun.” You replied, wondering if you ever will be able to leave the building without him talking to you.

You have been neighbors for about a year now, and to your visible distaste your overly chatty bugging plague of a neighbor took a liking to you of which he thought of needing to remind you every day.

“I was about to go bite a sandwich, and actually I wondered if you would tag along?” Baekhyun was now standing right next to you, offering you a yet another adoring smile, totally not even bothered by your unpleasant attitude.

“Bite your freaking sandwich and choke on it.” You answered in a dull tone.

“Woah, why always so resentful?”

“Dude, you are phuking annoying. Why is it so difficult for you to just ignore me in the hallway in the morning?”

Baekhyun didn’t give you an answer right away, instead his lips curling into a lopsided smile. “And why is it so difficult for you to just say yes and finally go out with me?” He asked.

Impossible, you thought to yourself.

“Because” You started. “I don’t want to talk to you, Baekhyun. And besides, why aren’t you interested in girls your age? Give me a break.”

“I’m only four years older than you, love.”

“Four years too ancient for me, love.”

To your surprise, he let out a soft laugh.

You weren’t too humble about the fact that men were naturally attracted to your unusual looks, but luckily they left you alone as soon as you opened your mouth to tell them to screw off in one way or another.

Years of experience taught you that it was better to stay an ice queen when necessary, resulting in keeping all the idiots away.

But not one particular idiot living next door.

The one idiot known as Byun Baekhyun.

The one Byun Baekhyun who was a dream of probably all girls in the city, whilst none of them interested him.

He had eyes only for you.

Even if all you ever did was to avoid them.

You rolled your eyes to that extent that you were almost sure they did a whole somersault in your skull.

The following frown which appeared on your face didn’t go unnoticed by the boy who’s eyes never left it.

“You are always frowning like that when you see me.” He said. “Literally all I really wanna see in the morning is your smile, so...” He paused. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are getting on my nerves. And you look like a twenty four year old grandad with that hair.” You replied.

You froze in your spot, when out of nowhere Baekhyun leaned a little to you, looking you right in your eyes. “You have been always telling me how much I annoy you, or how much you don’t want to talk to me or even see me-” He said softly. “Even though you could always walk away, you always stay. Like today.”

For the first time in this year since you met him, to your terror you felt your cheeks warming up. “Jeez, you need some ice cream. And Jesus.”

For a brief moment you just wanted to step on his stupid foot and run away like a little child, but his last sentence made you stop for a second and reflect on what you just heard.

What was wrong with you? Would you REALLY avoid him like the next plague if you really didn’t want to talk to him as much as you always claimed to?

In that moment you needed to stop and admit that, unfortunately, Baekhyun did have a solid point.

Even today, you would have easily managed to quickly run away just when you heard his door opening, avoiding meeting him at all.

But you stayed.

You stayed, waiting for the door to open and to reveal his smiling face to you.

Well, damn it.

Damn him and everything that may resemble him.

“Well if anything, I need some ice cream and some Y/N.”

“Holy fu-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as it took you by a complete surprise when Baekhyun interlocked his fingers with yours without any warning, even being as bold as pulling you gently closer to him.

He wasn’t smiling cheekily anymore, instead a serious look on his soft face which you never saw before. “Please. Y/N. You have literally captured my heart. And all I wish for is yours.” You felt gentle shivers going down your spine as his thumb started caressing your skin. “Just give me one chance to win you over. That’s all I’m asking for.”

You stared back at him with your mouth open, completely muted by his sudden change of tone.

You could easily reject him one more time, given how many times you already did that.

But the little glitch in your heart told you otherwise.

Damn it.

“So” You started. “The boy next door really does care about the girl next door starting to like him for real?” You asked, trying not to show him that his words were slowly melting your ice shield.

“Of course he does.” Came a soft answer.

“Well” You continued. “Does he know about the baby?”

Baekhyun’s expression immediately changed, looking at you as if trying to figure out if you were joking or being for real. “What baby???”

“Me!” You exclaimed. “I’m the baby! Buy me bubblegum ice cream tonight at six and we will talk about it.” You said. “Eventually.” You added, trying to mask the stupid cheesy smile which was fighting its way on your scarlet lips.

Baekhyun only squeezed your small hands in response, giving you his most beautiful smile.

“Then I will make sure to buy a lot.”

A/N: Lmao what is this

leave me your thoughts folks!! and actually, i feel like this could be an alright start for a series 🤔 tell me what you think

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the-phoenix-heart · 3 years

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How would you sort the cast from Miraculous Ladybug ?

(I was gonna hold off on posting this until I was absolutely certain about the sorting, because sorting this show is like pulling teeth. But then last night I had a dream about Lila trying to ruin Marinette’s birthday with the usual lesbian subtext you would expect from two girls who hate each other and when I woke I had this second ask in my inbox so I figure the universe is tryna tell me something)

This is a hard one. There are some things we have to consider with Miraculous Ladybug. (warning this gets long)

1. It’s inconsistent with its characters on a good day.

2. The creators are very much pushing an unhealthy-keep the peace and be nice to everyone including bullies and toxic people because they are people to-Badger primary narrative.

3. While it’s not unhealthy like the primary, the show also pushes a Badger secondary narrative. They like their Badger secondaries and what show wants to teach is that Pure Badgers are the best sorting possible.

So it becomes hard to see what is an actual character moment, and what’s the creators using a character as a mouthpiece. Marinette gets fucked over by this because the show deliberately has her do things wrong so they can enforce lessons. This is especially hard with Adrien because he is the show’s golden boy favorite which means he does everything right and almost always spouts out the lesson of the day. It’s safe to say that if Marinette and Adrien aren’t already Badgers they have badger primary models. Adrien because showrunners, Marinette because Adrien’s peddling it to her.

(I wanna make it very clear that I’m not insulting Badger primaries in this post, but unhealthy Badger primaries where bad people get away with bad things just because they are people)

So MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG/LADYBUG...I think she’s a burnt Bird. She can’t be naturally a Badger because she has to constantly be told by people to act like a Badger. Give Chloe a million chances even if she bullied you for years and is horrible to everyone around her and has no desire to change. Don’t expose Lila for being a liar who gives out false promises and also wants to destroy Ladybug and teams up with Hawkmoth.

It also explains her unhealthy Snake primary she has for Adrien. A lot of the time her motivation, her why, will be because Adrien! Why does she get Adrien to come with them on the trip to New York? Because if not he’ll be left alone with Lila and she’s jealous! And also I guess because Adrien should get to do fun things. Why did she choose Adrien to be Aspik? Because she’s in love with him and he’s perfect! But that’s not her, it doesn’t work for her. Part of that is the world telling her if she ever tries to pursue Adrien it’ll backfire in her face, but also it’s not natural for her. She fell for Adrien and because her primary is burnt she placed meaning in him, building a Snake primary for him-and then a drowned Badger primary model once he started lecturing her about it.

And yes I do think her Badger primary model is drowned. She gives her all to everything, and is always convinced that doing anything seemingly selfish is bad (which is weird because the narrative also has Alya constantly trying to convince her to be selfish and date Adrien). She won’t let herself confess to Adrien because that will literally lead to the end of the world. She also gives up trying to pursue Adrien because she wants him to be happy with Kagami. She gives up a job opportunity to help save Paris (which was the right choice but doesn’t disprove my point). She is told by Mme. Bustier that she has to be an example and that she has to stay calm and keep the peace and give everything for other people. She is slowly over the series starting to drown.

Now admittedly she could be a burnt Lion originally, we don’t ever see her before her burning. But, the reason why I say Bird is because she seems more eager for people to tell her what is right and what is wrong. What is true? Burnt Lions, I can say from experience, don’t like as much to be told what is right and wrong. They want to know of course, but there will be a part of them that is unhappy and when they are told by other people they’ll be more sad about it if it doesn’t gel with their gut. It’ll just be another reason why they’re wrong and they’ll stay burnt longer. On the other hand, Marinette is eager to be told what is true from people, she wants to know and when people tell her she takes it in and immediately follows it. I say she’s a burnt bird because she doesn’t trust herself to make the right decision unless it’s black and white, akuma v. hero. The snap judgements she makes are because she’s burnt and therefore she flounders when unable to ask what she should do and just does because if she thinks she’ll come to the wrong decision. So impulsive decision time. (Miraculous Ladybug is a really depressing show if you think of Marinette as a real person)

Or she’s a burnt Lion and I just went on a tangent for no reason.

Now you’d think think that sorting out her secondary would be easier, but NO. The only thing easy about her secondary is that she is definitely not a Lion secondary.

Now she definitely has a two models. One of her models is a Badger obviously. She takes on projects and works herself to death. She also takes on a caring role usually and works as a leader. She manages to charm people almost instantly and then she has them on her side for basically forever. I only say this is a model because her plans never really include other people or calling in favors.

But now I have to decided if she is a rapid fire Bird or a Snake originally and which one is her model. I wanna say that she’s a Snake originally. Her plans are usually incredibly under the fly. She’ll just look around the area, see what she has to work with, and then immediately have the plan. It’s not usually based off of prior knowledge (although that happens a fair amount to). She also does things like steal phones and bicycles a fair amount (classic Snake traits) and has on more than one occasion lied her way out of a situation.

Now her Bird model is not unimportant. I say she isn’t originally a bird because she never has a back up plan. Plan A fails and she has to freak out for a bit before she makes a new plan on the fly. Her bird model is something she used to play with before she became a hero I think. She gained many skills in the art world-especially fashion-, baking, gaming, etc. just for the fun of it. Then she became a hero and used that planning skill to good work. How do I defeat the akuma and convince Chat Noir that I’m not Marinette? Obviously I’ll shrink myself down into many versions of me wearing all the miraculouses so I can climb in the kwamis’ mouths, take Chat Noir’s ring from him, get sucked into the kwami pack so I can break it from the inside with the Cat miraculous, then I’ll make an illusion of me as Ladybug getting the akuma and me as Multimouse taking off my miraculous because I’m just such a goof and then when Chat leaves I’ll capture the real akuma and transform back.

Compare that to Chat’s plan of, say the school is a elementary school.

But honestly it could go either way.

Adrien is much easier to sort compared to Marinette’s spastic characterization.

ADRIEN AGRESTE/CHAT NOIR has a strong Badger primary model, which is hilarious because he sucks at it. The boy is actually a Snake primary just like his father (he ALSO has an unhealthy primary but we’ll get to that). Lila lying to his class-his community-and giving them empty promises? He doesn’t care, he wants to keep the peace! He’s gonna be nice to her and try to sway her the side of good from the sidelines-wait what’s this? Lila made his friend Kagami jealous which caused her to be akumatized and also tried to get Ladybug killed? What an outrage! He’s not gonna try to be friends with her anymore! Wait, Lila got Marinette expelled through bullshit?! How dare she! Now he’s going to force her to take it all back so Marinette can be happy!

He doesn’t get upset when his community is threatened, he only gets mad when his people are threatened. In Chat Blanc he is forced to choose between killing his father or killing Ladybug (who is his girlfriend because it’s another timeline), which is a classic Snake problem. Chat doesn’t think about how if he kills his father instead he’ll save all of Paris, he just can’t decide and ends up destroying the world with his indecision. “Our love [destroyed the world]” he says to Ladybug. That’s very Snake primary and seems to me like an unhealthy Snake primary. His dream is to move away to an island alone with Ladybug, which says something about the differences between them. Marinette’s dream is have a large family with Adrien.

His secondary is harder because I can’t tell if he has a Badger secondary or a Lion secondary. The thing is the way the shows treats the different identities is that Ladybug and Adrien are the masks for Marinette and Chat (I did not do this for Marinette though). That means that a more accurate reading for Adrien’s sorting should theoretically be looking at Chat. Chat definitely has a Lion secondary. His first instinct is always attack first attack attack attack. Most of the time the reason the battle drags on is because Chat is jumping in too soon. When he doesn’t jump in it’s because he’s pissed at Ladybug for rejecting him. Also, the one time we see him do a plan, the plan is dress up in a makeshift suit and attack the enemy.

But he definitely has a Badger secondary model. How will he make Lila stop antagonizing Marinette? He’ll act like he’s her friend and let her model with him. How does he try to impress his father, by taking a bunch of classes and modelling for him. It’s a model though, one I think he built after his mother “disappeared” to try and cheer up his father.

I know you probably wanted more so rapid fire:

ALYA CESAIRE is a Lion primary who makes impulsive decisions and only doesn’t when the plot needs her to. She’s got an immature Bird secondary as well, immature as in she gains a piece of information and her Lion primary then makes her go crazy over it.

CHLOE BOURGEOIS is snake primary who cares about herself and those closest to her until she doesn’t, and a Lion secondary who charges in because she’s stupid with a shitty Snake secondary model she adopted from her parents.

GABRIEL AGRESTE/HAWKMOTH is a Snake primary who cares only about his wife, sometimes Natalie, and sometimes Adrien. Also a Bird secondary who makes big elaborate plans that always fail.

NATALIE SANCOEUR/MAYURA is a Snake primary who does things for Adrien and Gabriel because she loves them, and another Bird secondary who has a very nice skillset and and helps Gabriel with his plans. She does also have a Badger secondary because she works very hard and uses herself as a weapon, but it’s not her go to.

(yes I know I didn’t sort Nino or Lila, but Nino is practically a non-character and Lila might have a Lion primary and I don’t wanna have to put much more thought into this post. Maybe later)

so...

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug - Burnt Bird primary (maybe burnt Lion) with a drowned Badger model and an unhealthy Snake model for Adrien/Snake secondary with a Bird model (possibly switched) and a (possibly unhealthy) Badger model

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir - Snake primary/Lion Secondary, double Badger model

Alya Cesaire - Lion primary/immature Bird secondary

Gabriel Agreste/Hawkmoth - Snake primary/Bird secondary

Natalie Sancoeur/Mayura - Snake primary/Bird secondary, Badger secondary model

Chloe Bourgeois - Snake primary/Lion secondary

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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Okay you mentioned Kohga having the hots for king Rhoam. I'm sorry, but can we see something with that???

I make ONE fucking joke, and Ya'll take it to the next level. Fuck you, let's get this over with.

"Kingie! Long time no see big guy!"

Kohga was planning on just hanging out at the hideout today, when he was given a summon by the king. Not that Kohga minded a trip to the castle, he was always fed pretty well. He dove in for a high five with the king, but from the way he glared, he could tell he was NOT in the mood. Even the blade master he brought with him had to cringe at the rejection. Sooga joined him too, but seemed unfazed by the rather cold attitude.

"I'm glad you came at such short notice. I have something very important to discuss with you."

"Oh is it about the fact that we're buying up all the bananas? Look, we still gotta do SOMETHING evil to-"

"It's NOT."

His voice was steely, firm. Someone was NOT happy. His glare was so menacing, his boys took a step forward, as if the king was about to try to beat his ass. Kohga patted their shoulders, making them ease up a bit.

"Easy boys, easy. Look, you two wait out here, imma have a chat with Kingy here."

Sooga of course held protests, but Kohga held his hand up, silencing him.

"Trust me. You two hunks can dash in and protect me at any time. Not that I need it. Though I DO like the attention."

His men bowed, keeping their place. Kohga followed King Rhoam, right to his secret study, in the library, beyond the metal book case. He hated royals, but he had to hand it to Rhoam, there were so many sneaky spaces to hide and explore (and coming from the chief of the Yiga clan, that was high praise). Rhoam shut it behind them both, and Kohga took a look around. This was way different from the main rooms in the castle. Much more personal, snuggly even. A few crates of supplies, a desk full of scattered books, a few chairs, and even a few weapons hung on the wall besides them.

"Nice spot. How many people know about this little place?"

"The ones who built it, and my daughter."

"Well, aren’t I special?"

Kohga chuckled, pulling up a seat and helping himself to the surprisingly comfy chair. He might steal this, honestly. King Rhoam took a seat in front of him, clearing his throat.

"I suppose you're wondering why I summoned you?"

"If it's not about the bananas, then no not at all."

Kohga was already kinda bored, and he started to hum, playing with his hands. He found it easier than just sitting there and looking someone in the face.

"It's about my daughter, Zelda. She complained about you."

Kohga stopped, finally looking at his face. He was about to ask if he was serious, and apparently he was.

"Whaaaat? ME? What did I do?"

He sighed, before folding his arms across his chest.

"She is growing tired of your men. Apparently you give them permission to try to court her."

Kohga wanted to argue with that, but then he thought about it. He was kinda at fault, getting whatever clan member interested to hit on her. Flowers, treats, poetry, even just getting a few smooth talkers to try their hands at getting her attention. He just shipped Mipha and Link so hard, he decided to boot out the competition. Not that he hated her, of course not. Kohga shrugged.

"How is that a problem? I'm throwing HUNKS at her! No clue how that makes ME the bad guy! It’s because they’re Yiga, isn’t it?”

“It’s because she’s already in love with her knight. I’m already planning on giving him my blessings, should they finally decide to wed.”

Kohga should’ve expected it honestly, this old fashioned kinda ranting. Sure they were both kinda up there in age, but they were NOT alike. Kohga shook his head, standing up from his seat.

“Look, I don’t have kids, so I dunno what it does to ya, but you’re taking things WAY outta proportion here. You’re already ready for your daughter, seventeen, to get married.”

King didn’t seem to get it, as if this was a totally normal thing.

“Well yes. Royals marry around this age, why dawdle?”

Kohga put his hand on Rhoam’s shoulder, who didn’t seem to love it, but didn’t exactly push Kohga off.

“Look, let the girl have a little FUN before she gets hitched! She’s got the rest of her life for that stuff, if anything I’m just giving her choices.”

“I’m...not following.”

“For the love of- look. If she wants me to back off, I’ll tell my guys to heel. But I don’t really think she’d complain about me. She only really clams up about you. So it’s why I’m thinking SHE’S not complaining. YOU are.”

He knew by the look in his face that he was right. Kohga chuckled, hands on his hips.

“You don’t gotta lie like that! Makin’ me think I was a bad guy here! If YOU have problems, say you do. Doesn’t mean I’ll listen, but at least you wouldn't be a liar.”

His brows furrowed, but Kohga found it hard to take him seriously at this point.

“I am saying this for the sake of my daughter. If she is to remain pure-”

“Oh great, purity culture bullshit. Look, Kingy, don’t blame her for the fact that you haven’t gotten any lately.”

He put his hand over his chest, as if he had something just terribly hurtful.

“I beg your pardon?!”

“You heard me! You know If I didn’t know any better, you’re just mad because everyone’s gettin’ some lovin’ but you.”

Kohga leaned against the King’s chair. This was some juicy shit, you bet your bananas he was gonna milk it for all it was worth.

“When WAS the last time you got off? Few months?”

King Rhoam looked at him as if he had gone insane, before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Almost nineteen years, roughly.”

“Holy-you haven’t nutted since your kid was born? Fucks sake, I’d be grumpy as hell too, no wonder.”

He wasn’t even expecting him to answer, honestly. King Rhoam scoffed, as if regretting giving him a response.

“We’re derailing the topic at hand-”

“Now now, I’m not done yet.”

Kohga moved in front of him, one hand at the chair, and pinning Rhoam between the seat, and Kohga’s face.

“Look, I get it. You wanna take care of what you have, you’re constantly stressed, I can only imagine how bad you have it. And knowing I was the cause of some of that stress? Selfish of me really. Let me make it up to you there, Kingy.”

Rhoam looked perplexed at his choice of words, like he figured he would be. Kohga always did have the hots for the clueless ones.

“I’m saying, let me end your streak.”

Still nothing. Holy hell, he forgot he loved idiots. He sighed, pointing down to the king’s crotch.

“Let me polish the royal scepter. Take a gander at the royal jewels. I’m essentially saying let me get you off.”

THAT seemed to get a rise out of the king, given the way he damn near jumped out of his chair.

“That is NOT why I summoned you here! In the SLIGHTEST! The AUDACITY!”

Kohga let go off the chair, putting his hands on his hips.

“One, you have the audacity to NOT immediately say yes, I’m a goddamn treat. Two, why the hell not? You ever fuck anyone that WASN’T the Queen?”

No response. So that was a no. Oh this was going to be some fucking fun. Kohga put his hands on his knees, leaning in so his mask was so close to touching his face.

“Tell you what, because I like newbies. You let me do my thing. And if you don’t like it, you just say the word. In exchange, I’ll tell my guys to heel. Eh? Cool offer?”

King Rhoam didn’t immediately say no, like he expected him to. He seemed stunned at first, but hey, you miss every shot you don’t take. He was going to get a no any-

“Alright. Fine. So long as this does NOT leave this study.”

Holy SHIT. This guy did NOT just say yes. Kohga fumbled a bit, clearly not knowing how to react. He wasn’t bluffing in the slightest, he just had no clue that the king would ACTUALLY take him up on that. He chuckled, poking Rhoam on his nose.

“Well look at you! Growin’ outta that royal shell, color me surprised! Alright, stays between us. Now, you just sit right there, and let ol’ Kohga do his thing.”

He made the king tilt his head up a bit, so he couldn’t see him. Not letting him see what he was doing would make him freak out a lot less, and he could be in denial about the fact that a dude was gonna suck him off. Kohga pushed aside his mask, just enough to reveal his lips, before he got down on his knees. He parted the King’s legs, taking but a moment to massage them. Lot’s of clothes made the guy look almost fat, but Kohga knew better. Those were some toned muscles under that, just how Kohga imagined. He kept massaging for a moment longer, getting him used to being touched, before he un did his belt, and pulling him free of his cloth confines. And holy. Shit. King Rhoam was a dilf dream down here. He wasn’t absolutely massive, but he certainly wasn’t a pipsqueak. He was long, thick, with plenty of white pubic hair. Kohga softly stroked the length of it, and watched as Rhoam seemed to freeze upon the contact.

“Right right, been a while. I’ll go slow, I’ll go slow. Easy does it.”

He had a rather lovely curve downward, and Kohga could only picture how well it’d go down his throat. He kept his motions nice and slow, till he noticed the King’s grip on the armrests loosen. Then he started to up the ante, just a little bit. With his other hand, he cupped his balls, lightly rubbing them in his palm. Then he heard him groan. It was faint, but Kohga caught it. That was the sound of a man who hadn’t been touched in a long, long time. Even by himself, apparently. He was already getting stiff in his hand.

“You’ve...done this before.”

“Not with a royal at least. But yeah, Kohga’s seen a few bananas in his day.”

Rhoam clearly had some kind of retort, before he seemed to jump upon feeling Kohga kiss the head. Kohga tried not to snicker, finding his sensitivity just hilarious. His age seemed to not affect his need for attention. Especially given that a few kisses around the base was enough to get him nice and hard in his hand. He made his touch a bit firmer on his balls, and his stroking a bit quicker on his length. And Rhoam was LOVING it. His head was tossed back, his breathing got all nice and fast, and he could see, past that beard, him biting his bottom lip.

“There we go, all nice and comfy. Any chance you want me to stop here?”

Rhoam was so out of it, he couldn’t do anything but shake his head. Kohga chuckled. He was gonna love this. Feeling him start to throb in his hand, he decided to really wow ol’ Kingy here. He pulled his hand away, using it to palm at himself, before he put the head right in his mouth. Rhoam’s breath hitched, and Kohga loved that. Love how he was making a royal so weak. He pushed himself to make more, stopping shy of halfway down his length. It was enough to make Rhoam squirm in his seat, and even put his hand right on top of Kohga’s head. How cute. Kohga groaned as he pushed his head back and forth, really getting a feel for that thick cock. Then he pulled away, nice and slowly, drool still connecting them.

"Why did you-"

"You were about to cum. I could tell. I want this to be REALLY good for you, so you're going to wait."

"I DEMAND you-"

He was halted when Kohga took a hold of his balls. Nothing too hard, just enough to get him to shut up.

"No no no. You don't get that attitude with me. You rule Hyrule, I rule your cock. I decide when you cum. And because you wanna act up, you get a punishment. Look at me."

Rhoam looked, despite not wanting to, at all. Kohga kept massaging him, tediously and slowly.

"You wanna cum? You wanna shoot your load down my pretty throat? You gotta ask for it like a grown up. No tantrums. Go on. Ask."

Rhoam clearly didn't want to, but Kohga’s lips (and throat) was a blessing, not a right. So he sighed, and made himself obey.

"I...would like to orgasm-"

"Try again. Cum. Make me WANT it."

Rhoam swallowed, before trying again.

"I would...like to cum. In your mouth."

"There we go, much better. Knew you could be a polite boy."

He took a minute to suckle at his balls, really coating them in drool, before taking Rhoam fully in his mouth. That's right, every bit of that royal cock found it's way into his mouth, and Kohga gagged. It was intentional, and it made Rhoam moan desperately. So close. Kohga wasted no more time, and acted like the perfect dick sucker he knew he was.

Kohga was relentless. He groaned loudly as he bobbed his head back and forth, practically fucking his own mouth from the force. Rhoam was really getting into it now, cursing and panting under his breath, especially when Kohga pulled away to aggressively suck at his tip. Kohga was absolutely, and positively cock hungry, and he wasn’t afraid at all to show it. Kohga slurped, and gagged, slurped and gagged, grumbling as if he was an animal, greedy for the chance of tasting cum. Then he got it.

King Rhoam came, and Kohga gulped it down, only pulling away to smear it against his throbbing length. It was a big load, just how he thought it'd be. Ribbons and ribbons of cum littered their clothes, the floor, and the insides of his stomach. He pulled away once he knew no more would be cumming, feeling no more reason to. King Rhoam was a SIGHT to behold. A shaking, panting, cum covered mess. Kohga chuckled, taking a quick second to clean up. A good cock sucker could clean himself up in a flash, as if nothing ever happened. He stood back up, pulling King Rhoam’s face by his beard, and he kissed him. Not because he liked him, nor did he think he was cute. It was because there was something humiliating about making the King himself, taste his own load. He pulled away, wiping his lips, and putting his mask right back down. He could see that little bit of cum on his lips, and it was so goddamn funny to him.

“Glad we had this little chit chat, Kingy wingy. You ever need to get a load of your chest, you know who to send for. Though, I don’t do anything for free. Can I take the chair?”

Rhoam just sat there, looking bewildered, before he gently nodded. Kohga clapped his hands a bit, grabbing the chair, and giving Rhoam a little bit of a wave. He managed to meet up with Sooga and the Blade master, who didn’t even get to say hello before he made them carry the chair he was holding. Sooga looked at it curiously, turning to Kohga.

“Are we stealing this?”

“Nope! Said I could have it! It’s a real nice chair.”

“Why would he give it to you?”

“We had a nice long chat. Wasn’t something I saw...comin’”

Kohga grinned behind his mask. He was an absolute STUD, no doubts about that.

#asks #kohga #king rhoam #lemon #Just hang a sign on kohga #'will suck dick for nice furniture'

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bonemarroww · 4 years

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Something Else - Trans!(O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) F!Reader

Summary: “You’ll get there someday!” Mirio always says. “You’ll do better next time.” Tamaki doesn’t want to get there someday. And if every Alpha always does, well, maybe he’s something else then.

Warnings : Crochet inaccuracy, probably. Also, confession stress.

Feedback is welcome !

(I do not own the picture)

AO3

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

——————— Chapter 3

“I j-just don’t know w-what I should do.” Tamaki admitted, his head comfortably against the wall of Nejire’s room.

Ever since he had come out to his best friend (and a little later, to said friend’s mate), things had been going rather well. They had not really changed when out and about, as to most he was still the shy Alpha from class 3-A. He didn’t mind it too much, for luckily, though people identified him as an Alpha from his scent, it was a subject unlikely to be discussed in most contexts. As long as he could be himself around his friends, so far, he was satisfied.

Since Mirio and Nejire knew, Tamaki had taken to just leaving his nest made in his room, simply locking the door on the off chance that someone else would visit him while he was not here.

One thing bothered him, though, and that was not knowing how to behave around the Alpha that caught his interest. The thought of telling her of his feelings as an Alpha was only slightly less dreadful than that of coming out to her. He was at a dead end.

“I’m pretty sure she likes you.” Nejire shrugged. “She would probably accept any kind of confession, if it’s from you. A letter maybe?”

The shy boy shook his head, sighing defeatedly.

“She’s b-been raised t-to be the best Alpha. I have to be m-more traditional than that.”

From behind him, he could hear Mirio humming.

“So that leaves making her a homemade gift, or asking her to scent something, depending on how you want to go about it.” The blonde thought aloud.

Tamaki shook in his shoes as he remembered his dreadful attempts at any sort of crafting when he was younger. His father had tried to get him to crochet, his go-to practice when nervous, and his mother had tried to take him woodcarving; but young timid Tamaki hadn’t even known how to make the simplest bead bracelets or drawing.

The intent behind it made the craft feel so overwhelming. He had quickly decided he would wait until finding a potential mate before trying again any of these.

“Maybe I should just s-stay like this. M-maybe if I just keep spending time with her as her f-friend, I’ll g-get used to her presence...”

Nejire was quick to come grasp his hand, pouting.

“Come on, I’ll teach you how to make these cute little thread bracelets! Or Mirio could show you how to patchwork a blanket.” She offered.

The sad Omega shook his head.

“These bracelets d-don’t last forever...” He sulked against the wall.

Tamaki tuned out Nejire’s coos about how much of a closet romantic he was at heart. The obvious answer would be to ask her to scent something for his nest, but he didn’t want to come off as not making enough efforts to court her.

“Maybe you could ask her.” Mirio helpfully decided. “Tell her you don’t know where to begin, have her help you. Maybe she’ll even tell you her favorites.” He coaxed.

With a sigh, Tamaki timidly looked away from the wall.

“Y-you think?” He tried to mask the hopefulness in his voice.

The blonde Alpha and his mate looked at each other, feeling they may have finally breached the shy boy’s defenses.

“I am certain.” The bubbly Omega grinned.

Much to Tamaki’s relief; his Alpha friend –and secret flame– had been ecstatic at the idea of helping him in his future courtship. She had first asked a lot of questions, the kind that left him with burning cheeks and ears, as he told her he couldn’t tell her yet.

When asked why, he had panicked and said he wasn’t sure of his feelings yet, and that he wouldn’t want to embarrass himself telling her if it was to be rejected soon after by said potential mate.

She had seemed to believe his lie – as he was positive there was no one else on this planet for him but her and her sweet scent.

The Alpha had given him clues as to what he could try; saying in passing how crochet was her favorite way to go. It took time, dedication, and a lot of love for someone to go through the exercise. Tamaki immediately chose it.

Next was what to do.

“If you were an Omega.” She looked at him in the eyes. “What would you like best from your Alpha?”

The shy boy had thought for a moment, unwilling to make his feelings too obviously out in the open. Looking for words, he fumbled with the rim of his shirt; suddenly aware of how hot the day was. Had his cheeks been this flushed the whole time?

“I-I guess I would w-want something that m-makes me think of t-them... S-something p-personal between us...”

In her smile, he knew he had a given a good answer.

“The key to a good gift is to make it thoughtful. Show the Omega you’re courting that you understand their needs and can provide.”

Early on, as she made him choose what colors he felt could be best for his work, Tamaki knew what he would do. He could not identify a single fault or need in her being, but he could make something that called back to their shared history. A scarf.

He chose a soft green that reminded him of the comfort her smell brought him, and a pretty pearly white that suited her bright personality.

His Alpha chose her own colors, so she could teach him by example.

They settled in her room, in the 2-B dorms. It was the first time one of them discovered the other’s sanctum. Amajiki took in the soft colors of her walls, white and green. She had told him these tints helped to calm her Alpha down, when it proved to be restless. For some reason, Tamaki felt even more nervous to be in her den. Sure, he had already been in Mirio’s dorm room several times, and knew visiting each other’s den was something most Alphas didn’t have trouble doing nowadays...

It probably didn’t feel any different to her than showing her place to one of her Beta friends, he thought, his Omega sorrowful, as it was simultaneously ecstatic to be shown around his Alpha’s place.

The room was drenched in her scent...

“It’s not easy, but don’t worry too much. You’ll get the hang of it soon.” She reassured him, sitting on her bed and him on her chair, as she showed him how to crochet with her own project.

Her colors were a light blue, a pale purple and white.

She spent an hour showing him different simple knots, letting him decide which ones he preferred. Feeling overwhelmed, Tamaki chose the first one she showed him, internally freaking out too hard to concentrate on the others. She also showed him how to change the colors, and gave him ideas of patterns.

They started immediately; the shy boy afraid he would forget if he was to leave now. He knew he wouldn’t have the courage to ask her again another time.

His beginning was sloppy, and he abandoned his first pattern idea when he struggled to change the color on a bad first try. Still, when they decided they were too tired to go on, Tamaki actually felt proud of what he had crafted.

The Alpha hadn’t asked more questions, so neither did he, but he had noticed while working in comfortable silence that her work was quite wide. Was she making a blanket? These gifts were very popular among Omegas. Easy to scent, soft enough to be put in a nest, warm. Tamaki wondered if she was just making it to accompany him, or if she too had someone in mind to gift it to.

Tamaki got his answer the next day, after class, as they had agreed to continue working on their projects in each other’s presence as soon as they could. Mirio had cheered for him as quietly as he could manage, and had batted away his fear of her having an Omega in mind. All in all, after spending the day with his friends and discreetly repeated the moves the Alpha had taught him, the shy boy was quite eager to get his courting gift (he still couldn’t think the words without blushing madly) finished.

At the time they had agreed on, Tamaki made his way to her dorms, hiding his face bashfully whenever he caught the gaze of one of her classmates.

A very tired looking Alpha opened the door to him, and seeing the bags under her eyes, and her hair ruffled from sleeping, Tamaki panicked. Had he mistaken her invitation of the passed day? Should he have checked by text if she was available? Or, worse, had she forgotten about him? His inner Omega wailed at the prospect.

“Oh, come in!” Her gaze lit up slightly when she noticed it was him. “I’m sorry for the state I’m in, I didn’t get much sleep.” She yawned as she moved from the door.

Tamaki nodded, and found his spot from the day before. As he got his halfway project out of his bag (where he had made sure it wouldn’t get messed up), he noticed she didn’t.

“A-aren’t you f-finishing yours?”

A bad feeling seized him then, only confirmed by the Alpha’s bashful expression.

“My Alpha wouldn’t let me sleep until I finished it. She’s very eager to give it away.”

There was no sound coming from the third year, though he wondered how to talk over the painful crack of his broken heart. His Omega whined, the urge to nest for comfort strong as he contemplated the pitiful work he had done.

“Oh.” he simply said.

He wouldn’t cry in front of her, he decided, as the urge to felt more and more intense.

The girl apparently felt his distress, though she misunderstood its origin.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m still here to help you, and I’ve got plenty more yarn to show you if you don’t remember well the gestures.” She reassured him, voice sweet, her calming scent a bit stronger.

Tamaki eventually managed to keep on his work through the sorrow. If the Alpha noticed his sadness, she didn’t comment on it, as she read over her homework while he crafted.

The elf boy didn’t dare ask her how her mate reacted. Eyeing her when she wasn’t looking, he could see her small smile through the exhaustion. If she had confessed her wish to court an Omega, the lucky person had most likely accepted.

Who wouldn’t? Tamaki got angry at the very notion that someone might not share her feelings. She was the most perfect Alpha, even to those who weren’t her mate –or not even Omegas, to her knowledge. He knew that very well.

After some time, all his thoughts blinding him, Tamaki realized what was supposed to be the end of his scarf was now a mess of knots not even closely resembling what he had in mind.

Ruined. His courting gift was ruined .

A tear escaped him, despite his efforts not to let it upset him.

He would never be enough for her. What Alpha, or even Omega, would want to wear such an ugly thing?

The Alpha must have felt his distress in the air or in his scent, for the next moment, she was all over him, her hand on his shoulder and her cheek pressing against his hair as she leaned down to take a look at his failed attempt at a scarf.

“I-it’s r-ruined.” Tamaki choked up, unable to keep the tears in.

Instantly, she coddled him, whispering sweet nothings to make him feel batter. She pried the fabric from his hands, inspecting the place where everything had started to go wrong.

“It’s okay, Amajiki... It’s salvageable!” She smiled at him. “If you only let me...”

The boy took the thing from her, heart on a full-on crisis. What use was he if he could not even make the girl he loved a proper courting gift?

“Y-you c-can't! I-It's supposed to be m-made on m-my own...”

He saw in her gaze that she understood the real struggle. Her eyes became soft, her soothing words becoming cuddling as she took it upon herself to comfort him.

“It’s fine... It’s only the first time you’re making this, you should have seen mine when I first learnt...”

And then, for some reason Tamaki would never understand himself, he told her. He told her in a cracked whisper, voice wet and miserable from his tears and body shaking.

“I-it was sup-supposed to b-be for you...”

As soon as the secret escaped him, two things happened at once.

One, he realized the nature of the confession he had just made, his hands flying to his mouth as if it would still keep the words in.

Second, above his hurried apology, a loud, loud purr was heard.

So loud, he felt it emanating from her chest against his side; so loud, he barely could think above its rumble.

When he dared look into the Alpha’s face, confused, what he found in her gaze was nothing less than joyful excitement.

“Really?” She exclaimed, crouching in front of him to get a better look at his eyes, from beneath his bangs.

His Omega quieted its cries at the excited contentment showing on her face, and the continued purr. Tamaki nodded shyly.

She stood up, practically ran to her dresser, and came back with a grin and a folded bundle of light blue, pale purple and white that she promptly thrusted his way.

“It’s a plaid. You can use it as a loose scarf –I know you don’t like anything too tight against your neck– or as a small blanket. I thought it would suit you well.”

For the first time, the shy boy saw her expression grow bashful.

“That is, if you accept it as my courting gift.”

Tamaki’s cheeks burnt, and he felt like hyperventilating as he felt the honesty in her voice. The purr hadn’t lessened, louder than he knew an Alpha could express their joy. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts, overwhelming as they were.

“I-I do. Ac-accept it, I mean...”

A mess of jumbled words escaped him, and when he nervously stopped talking, afraid of making a fool out of himself, Tamaki only found fondness in her gaze.

“Then I declare you, Amajiki Tamaki-”

“J-just Tamaki is f-fine...” he interrupted shyly.

“-my mate. Tamaki .” She repeated his name as though to prove a point, equal parts amused and tender.

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I know absolutely nothing about crochet, and so, forgive me for any unrealistic detail about the making of their courting gifts. I read that a scarf could be made by a beginner in under 6h with favorable choice of yarn; as for the plaid made in one night, let's just collectively agree that she has a side quirk that allows her to crochet faster than is normal.

On a happier note : Tamaki got a girlfriend ! Yay !

PS : it's not the fact that he's an Omega that prevents Tamaki from crafting a gift, but the responsibility it holds that makes him too anxious to do it. ;)

#amajiki tamaki x reader #trans amajiki tamaki #omega amajiki tamaki #amajiki tamaki fluff #my hero academia #something else

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bathroombreaks · 3 years

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masterpost of all my edits and fanfics pt.2

everything i’ve created can be found here. all good girls edits can be found here. all good girls fanfics can be found here. all anne with an e edits can be found here. all shadow and bone edits can be found here. my collection of gifsets of random tv shows and movies can be found here. my rainbow edits can be found here. things that i like the most/am proudest of, for whatever reason, can be found here.

this masterpost is divided into:

1. anne with an e

a. anne x gilbert edits

b. other edits

2. shadow and bone

a. alina edits

b. other edits

3. good girls

a. gifset collections

b. quote edits

c. parallel edits

d. specific scene/episode edits

e. other beth x rio edits

f. other edits

g. fanfics

3.a. good girls - gifset collections

good girls episode titles

countdown to s3 premiere

good girls underrated moments

top 15 good girls moments

good girls appreciation week 2020

our favourite good girls in every episode

christmas gif(t)sets

countdown to season 4

girls in season 4

good girls meme

3.b. good girls - quote edits

beth - now is the time of monsters

annie, beth and ruby - friendships between women

beth and rio - i should go

beth and rio - how to write a tragedy in three acts

beth - everything i wanted

beth and rio - the next time i smile

beth and rio - from eden

beth and rio - steadier with you by my side

beth and dean - one of you is lying

rio - rang each syllable: e-liz-a-beth

beth and rio - nothing’s fair in love and war

beth and rio - entertainer

beth and rio - my love will never die

annie - the human heart

beth and rio - the (greater) fear

beth - the mask and the wearer

beth and rio - 11pm

beth and rio - you know me too well

beth and dean - positions

beth and rio - pov

beth - #girlboss

beth and rio - let it be hell

annie and ben - slipping through my fingers all the time

beth, dean, fitzpatrick and rio - my wife is a bitch and i like her so much

beth and rio - pumped up kicks

beth and rio - we wanna be with each other but we hate each other

beth and dean - a dress like that

beth - it’s not easy for me

3.c. good girls - parallel edits

beth - baking pastries vs cooking cash [2x13]

beth and ruby - hearteyes [1x01, 1x02, 2x02, 2x09]

annie, beth and ruby - robberies [1x01, 1x08, 1x10, 2x09]

annie - throwing cash into a fireplace [season 3 promo, 3x01]

annie and beth - without kids [1x05, 1x07, 2x08, 2x09, 3x01]

beth - drinking slushies [2x05 vs 3x02]

boomer - injured [1x01, 2x02, 2x03]

beth - asking kenny to watch tv/youtube [1x02, 3x02]

rio - realising he can’t/deciding he won’t kill beth [1x02, 2x02, 2x06, 3x03]

rio - saying he needs/doesn’t need beth [1x09, 2x06, 3x04]

annie and beth - loss of vision [3x04]

annie - running [2x12, 3x04]

annie - stuffing bills on her person [2x04, 3x01]

beth, lucy and rio - rio calling someone his girl [3x03, 3x05]

beth - sarcastically using important titles to refer to rio [2x12, 3x06]

beth and rio - hitting it vs making love [1x05, 2x04, 2x09]

beth and rio - facing off [2x04, 2x06, 2x11, 3x04]

beth and rio - standing close enough to kiss [2x04, 2x09, 2x11]

rio - heavy-lidded look [2x06, 3x04]

beth and rio - rio touching beth’s shoulder [1x08, 2x09]

max and turner - boards [1x04, 3x07]

beth, danny and jane - beth not knowing how to answer [2x12, 3x07]

beth, dean and rio - trust [2x05, 3x08]

beth and rio - beth making rio laugh at the bar [2x09, 3x08]

annie - captain can do t-shirt [3x07]

beth and rio - negotiating cuts [1x04, 2x04, 2x06, 3x08]

rio - walking [3x01, 3x08]

rio - expressions [3x01, 3x08]

rio - expressions [2x05, 2x07, 3x01, 3x08]

annie, beth and rio - my girl/your boy [3x03, 3x09]

beth - lying to rio during their meetings in season 3 [3x06, 3x09]

beth - beth finding out about dean’s cheating [1x01, 2x05, 3x09]

beth and rio - standing back to back while talking [2x10, 3x06]

beth and rio - smashing things [1x02, 3x08]

beth and rio - beth being bored with normal life [1x08, 2x10, 3x10]

beth and rio - rio surprising beth in her kitchen [1x01, 3x10]

beth and rio - rio smiling after beth is awkward [2x05, 3x10]

beth and rio - beth rejecting rio’s advances [2x06, 3x11]

rio - reiterating that beth is stuck with him [2x04, 2x11, 3x11]

rio - looking at beth with a lot of emotion in his eyes [3x03, 3x11]

beth and rio - looking at each other and smiling [2x09, 2x11]

beth and rio - kissing with sunlight streaming through the window [2x09, merlin 2x02]

beth, dean, kenny and rio - how dean’s speech applies to what he thinks is happening and what’s really happening [3x10, 3x11]

beth and rio - almost up and running, walk me through it [3x11]

beth - destruction [1x01, 1x09, 2x02, 2x05, 2x10, 3x09]

beth and rio - beth realising rio is alive [3x02, 3x10]

annie, cohen and mick - annie being protective of beth [3x03, 4x01]

beth - wearing apron with lemon print [2x13, 4x01]

beth and rio - eating weirdly [3x09, 4x02]

beth - reacting to seeing boomer’s and mick’s penises [1x02, 4x02]

beth - the state of that woman’s marriage was written all over her face [1x01, 1x05, 1x06, 2x02, 2x04, 2x05, 3x09, 3x11, 4x02]

beth and rio - touching hands [2x05, 3x04, 4x03]

beth and rio - beth bending over [2x04, 4x03]

beth and dean - ignoring “i love you” [1x01, 4x03]

beth - celebrating [1x02, 4x03]

beth - pta activities [2x02, 2x10, 4x04]

rio - looking at beth [2x09, 4x04]

beth and rio - beth looking surprised when rio agrees with her [4x01, 4x04]

beth, phoebe - wire [1x05, 4x05]

beth and rio - fall guy [2x12, 4x02, 4x05]

beth and rio - beth channeling rio [3x09, 4x05]

dean - misunderstanding tattoos [3x01, 4x05]

beth and rio - hooking up [2x04, 4x06]

rio - throwing his head back laughing [2x08, 4x06]

beth and rio - business [2x12, 3x06, 4x06]

beth and rio - rio’s family pictures [2x11, 4x06]

beth, dean, nick and rio - beth being called “elizabeth“ [2x09, 4x03, 4x06]

beth and rio - #bethany, why? [2x09, 4x06]

beth - panicking [3x02, 4x01, 4x06]

rio - beth imagining rio [2x05, 3x03, 4x06]

beth, fitzpatrick, rio - beth going to unbuckle a man and being rejected [4x04, 4x06]

annie and ben - annie taking the ged test [3x10, 4x06]

beth and rio - glovebox [3x10, 4x07]

beth and rio - hook-ups and callbacks [2x04, 2x05, 2x09, 3x03, 4x06, 4x07]

beth and rio - rio touching beths’ back and shoulders [1x08, 2x02, 2x04, 2x06, 2x09, 3x07, 4x04, 4x06]

beth and rio - a dress like that [1x08, 2x04, 2x06, 3x08, 4x06]

fitzpatrick and rio - saying “i can’t talk shop on an empty stomach” [3x09, 4x07]

3.d. good girls - specific scene/episode edits

annie, beth and ruby - flashbacks in 2x08

annie, beth and ruby - ruby saying she shot a guy in 3x01

beth - smiling as lucy leaves in 3x01

annie, beth and ruby - montage of them making counterfeit cash in 3x01

annie, beth and ruby - annie looking for coffee in ruby’s kitchen in 1x08

annie, beth and ruby - deciding to rob nancy’s spas in 1x08

ruby - getting high with stan in 1x09

beth and turner - parking lot at night in 2x05

beth - sitting on the couch in 3x01

ruby - talking on the phone with gwen in 3x01

annie, beth, nancy, rhea and ruby - looking pretty in 3x02

annie, beth, judy and ruby - talking about rouge in 3x02

rio - looking at the ultrasound in 3x03

ruby and stan - together in 3x03

beth and rio - fighting in her backyard in 2x06

beth and rio - drinking and talking at the bar in 2x09

beth - destroying her thanksgiving-themed baked goods in 2x10

beth - walking home in 2x13

beth and rio - bar in 2x05

annie, beth and ruby - talking about when they’ll reopen in 1x08

beth and rio - blue and pink gifs of them in 2x09

beth - wearing the red polka dot dress in 2x04

beth and rio - kissing in her bedroom in 2x09

annie and dean - talking in the bolands’ kitchen in 1x05

annie, beth, boomer and ruby - talking in beth’s car about marion in 3x08

beth - pretending to freak out about her husband in 3x11

annie and ruby - fight in 2x10

beth and pta moms - beth finds out that lucy’s body was found in 4x01

beth - alley in 2x03

beth and rio - bar in 4x01

dean and eric - boland bubbles showroom in 4x01

beth - wearing the strawberry dress in 4x02

beth and rio - rio checking beth out during the 4x03 pool scene

beth and annie - young beth and annie in 4x03

beth and rio - talking at the bar in 4x04

beth and rio - in the bedroom in grandma’s house in 4x06

beth and rio - hands in 4x06

rosa - barbecue in 4x06

beth - thigh shots in 4x06

beth - strip club scene in 4x08

3.e. good girls - other beth x rio edits

rio touching beth

looking at each other in season 1

looking at each other in season 2

looking at each other in season 3

in every episode of season 3

rio looking at beth’s cleavage

softly smiling at each other

playlist

favourite lines of dialogue between them

faceless

tv tropes

text posts

incorrect quotes

3.f. good girls - other edits

annie, beth and ruby - icons

annie, beth, lucy, rio, ruby and stan - season 3 first look and official trailer

beth - looking pretty in season 2

annie, beth and ruby - making funny faces [1x02, 2x05, 3x05]

beth - coping mechanisms

beth - hands

annie, beth, dean, rio, ruby and stan - colours

annie, ben, beth, dean, rio, ruby and stan - onion headlines

beth - black and white

beth - drawing

ruby - drawing

annie - drawing

rio’s golden gun, book club, paper porcupine - drawings

annie, beth, dean, rio, ruby and stan - planets

annie, beth, marcus, rio, ruby - seasons in the park

season 4 promo

good girls + rainbow

stan and diane

beth and mick in s4 trailer

annie, beth and ruby in s4 trailer

blue and yellow

annie, beth and ruby in pink, blue and purple

beth and turner

3.g. good girls - fanfics

bleed me a river - my take on how rio could’ve popped back into beth’s life after 2x13

little league (never felt so sweet) - beth and rio meet when beth picks up jane from little league practice

the bittersweet salt cracks my heart - pg-13 hate sex post-s3

a heart’s a heavy burden - howl’s moving castle au

everything you love will burn up in the light - rio is a vampire au

my heart burns there, too - beth and rio get married

aita for wanting to stop paying my wife’s “business partner” and yelling at her? - dean posts on reddit post s3

you think that by now i’d know - beth inadvertently asks out rio

“you’re being too loud, ma” prompt

“the lasagna here isn’t nearly as good as she remembered” prompt

“i told you: no dungarees” prompt

#txt #stfu #mine #masterpost #nav

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tawneybel · 5 years

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I don’t really talk about movies I’m planning on seeing, so here’s a list of upcoming ones I’m looking forward to.

The Addams Family

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Birds of Prey

Brahms: The Boy II

Candyman

Cats

Doctor Sleep

Frozen 2

Ghostbusters

Halloween Kills

IT: Chapter Two

The New Mutants

The Purge 5

Saw

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

Trolls World Tour

Zombieland: Double Tap

Scream: Resurrection was good. Nice to hear Roger L. Jackson still sounds sexy. However, if I had my way they’d finish the Brandon James storyline but add Ghostface. Imagine him and the Lakewood Slasher teaming up. And I want Stavo back. He’s like my dream guy. ;( Santiago Segura and Tyler Posey’s characters interaaacting. Shane likes goth girls, I would have had an in.

Because Ghostface is slasher bae and Scott McCall is main bae, it was sooo hot seeing Tyler Posey dress up in the robe and mask. I was so hyped to write Shane/reader imagines but there isn’t much in the way of scenes with him on YouTube. When he got stabbed in the eye I was so disappointed. The twin reversal reveal made me sad. Also, Manny and Amir’s murders. Tony Todd, one of my fave horror icons, was a pleasant surprise, though. Jordan Peele, whose Get Out I recently saw (see below), is doing a remake of Candyman so I’m excited.

First thought on Kym’s appearance: I agree but the bullhorn’s annoying. XD She seems to be based on Maureen Evans from Scream 2. I’d probably be okay with Michelle Obama as president, too. Lord knows the former First Lady wouldn’t feed Mickey D’s to White House guests. The Kym-Beth dynamic was cool even if Beth used being goth as an excuse to be rude so I didn’t really like her either. Beth seems to be a counterpart to Mickey Altieri and Jill Roberts.

Even though the first Goosebumps movie was meh, I watched Goosebumps 2: Haunted Halloween. I thought Dove Cameron was in this but that was another R.L. Stine movie. Best scene is when Slappy brought the Halloween store monsters to life. (Sadly, Walter’s transformation wasn’t bodacious.) It’s a good movie if you like monster menageries.

There was a surprising amount of good humor. Mr. Chu is best neighbor. Jack Black is still a great Stine. “Not Haunted Halloween. Oh, my writing was so cliché then.” That It reference. They’re probably really happy got Jeremy Ray Taylor, who played Ben Hanscom.

At first I thought Alita: Battle Angel was going to be a repeat of Chappie, but it turned out pretty well. The cyborg designs are so cool. The contours of Zapan’s body, man. I’d kiss him even after the title character destroyed his face. Zector goes on the male possession list. Nova is interesting… And I just love how Alita looks even “wimpier” than me but kicks so much a/s/s. ^_^ What she did with Nyssiana’s head.

Get Out lives up to the hype. There’s so much freaking symbolism. It’s great. Move over The Purge, this is social allegory at its finest. I definitely plan on reading more articles on this film.

I’m so glad Rod came back. The alternative endings were great, too. My favorites were “Don’t Give Up on Love,” “Cousin Yvonne,” and the one where he asks to use the Armitages’ bathroom. XD

Normally hypnosis and body snatching get me going but not in this film. Good Lord, not in this film. Caleb Landry Jones’s character was physically attractive to me. Even with the mustache. But being evil is only sexy when it’s equal opportunity evil.

Song of the Day: “I’m Odd,” rejected Cheshire Cat song from Alice in Wonderland 1951 AKA one of my favorite movies of all time.

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changarroo · 5 years

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Ortum // Jeongin AU

❖ summary: Aroma this was your city, the city that has been your home since the begin of your life. Now with the rising class getting ready to graduate and enter the position that the company has in store. But after one secret was revealed to you it changed your whole view of your life.

❖ a/n: so I'm a sucker for you dystopia books and movies and the Miroh music video reminded me of that genre SO HERE WE ARE EVERYONE. Also, can we talk about how cute Jeongin looks in this gif?! Thank you @luvknow for the cute gif. Another HUGE thanks to one of the biggest Jeongin stans I know *cough* @bhubblemilk (ily girly) who gave me the inspiration to write a Jeongin au

word count: 1.7k

genre: dystopia au, angst

pairing: jeongin x reader

warning: violence, drug, and death warning

part 2 // Casum

In this city, everyone is equal, no imperfection, no division, no chaos. This city has been your home since you were born and you never knew what life was like beforehand. You only heard stories about the Founding Company rejecting the lifestyle that was before them, leaving and creating Aroma, a place where everyone knows there a place in life.

As one of the rising alumni of the Academy, you were ready to commit to the board that you are willing to take up any responsibility that they gifted you and bring leadership to the city. A celebration is normally in order but this celebration was going to be different. Lucky for you, your class is the last of the honorary class meaning when the city was first created everyone your age was just a baby.

“Finally Y/N we are graduating and entering the real world,” your friend said with joy on there face as they sat in the sit in front of you. “Yeah I know and we the last of the OG that kinda cool,” closing your book and setting it perfectly in the corner of your desk. You might be a little bit of an organizational freak but hey that helps to get the attention of the Company right? “Ugh this is so heartbreaking I only have a week in class with you until we are officially adults,” y/f/n said leaning back onto your desk. “Oh how heartbreaking,” you placed your hand over your heart and soon the two of you softly chuckled.

Once your professor walked in everything became silent and the class had begun. He talked about the upcoming celebration and what we as students should expect. Finally, he ended the class by discussing your final assignment as a student ever. Lucky you, it happened to be a partner project, unlucky you, your professor already picked out everyone partners.

Walking up to the board you had your figures cross that you got paired with y/f/n, but as your luck turned out you got paired with the most introverted person in your class, Yang Jeongin. You had nothing against him at all it was just he NEVER talked to anyone in your class. There was even a rumor going around that he didn’t have any friends, but that rumor was busted about a year ago when some classmates saw him hanging out with students who already graduated.

Deep breathe in and out it goes you turned around and started to walk towards his desk. “Um so I guess we are partners,” you walked over and sat down in the chair in front of him. All he did was look up at you and then lowered his head back down to his notebook. “What are you writing?” you asked just trying to start a normal conversation like one normally does. “Nothing to your importance,” he said softly positioning himself in a way where you couldn’t see the notebook. You thought to yourself “How can one no want to share? We live in a city where the Company loves to hear the new ideas of the young minded. Why are you hiding something that could be revolutionary?”.

“Okay now, before I go into more details about your final project we are going to practice a ritual that will be performed at the ceremony. I believe everyone knows what it is right?” your professor stood up from his desk and walked over the podium that was located in front of the classroom. One girl in your classes raised her hand and responded “The Ritual of Remembrance, a way to remember those who fallen trying to build Aroma and to glance into what our place has for us”.

“Correct,” he said pushing a button that was located under the podium “soon you will be given a pill that will show you the events of the past as if you were there and your outcome of the future. In a moment of seconds, men wearing whites outfits come in with trays with mini cups. They set one cup on every desk and soon people were taking it.

Soon you were in a world that only you could see. Looking around it looked like you were in a room with a bar window and light that's shining throw it. The door them open as you ran quickly towards it you saw people walking in with chains on. Passing through you, looking ahead you saw the Company guards standing with shields and guns.

“You can’t remove the past the create a new future” a male voice yelled from across the room. “Starting over isn’t going to solve the problem, your one-sided ways are going to changed the future” another man yelled out. The general had enough snapped his fingers and pointed at the two men. Guards walked over unchained them and pushed them onto the ground and began to deadly beat them to death.

A look of shocked appeared on you as you backed away from the dead man that was now in front of you. A cry of a baby began and you turned around looking at the family. You walked towards them and looked at the mother trying to comfort her baby. “Ah how cute,” the general leaned over and looked at the baby. Within seconds the baby was taken away the family. You could feel the heartbreaking of the mother as she was forced to let go of her child. “Sir there is another baby over here,” one of the guards said pointing to another family. “Take them away, since they are young we can raise them to the Company standards,” he then turned away and walked outside of the room with two guards following with the babies.

With everyone else locked in the room, you heard a buzzer beginning to go off and then mist going off. Knowing that nothing was going to harm you, you wonder what the mist was for. In a matter of seconds, you saw the people in the room slowly fall into a deep slumber. You didn’t want to believe that the Company was killing them, but looking at the chest of the citizens you know right away your fear was the actual reality. Was everyone seeing this? Adults, elders, children who were above the age of three all dying.

With horror in your eyes, you ran out of the room and into another room where you saw too young adults seating at a table. Soon one of the members of the Company walked into with a baby in her hand. “We know that with your condition it is impossible for you to have a child of your own, luckily someone was giving this baby up for adoption due to the lack of care the birth parents could provide,” the Company member said handing the baby over to the woman. Walking closer you had a look at the child and it was one of the babies that was taken away from it’s family. Looking up at the couple you faced the true reality “mom, dad?” softly escaped your mouth as you couldn’t believe the events that were taking place right now.

Your eyes then opened and you were back sitting in front of Jeongin who two looked like he saw something. Looking around the room everyone else seems at peace like they saw what Amora was built up to be,,, perfect. This whole city was masking the fact that they were trying to eliminate everyone who didn’t fit into the perfect bubble and brainwashing people to believe the lies for years. And you were sadly a victim.

Once everyone was dismissed you quickly looked for Jeongin seeing if he saw something similar to what you saw. “Jeongin please, I need to talk to you,” you run up to him grabbing onto his shoulder. When you touched him you felt a shocking feeling in your head “ouch” you said under your breath hoping that Jeongin didn’t hear you but he did. He grabbed onto your hand and brought you to a small storage closet.

“You found out the truth didn’t you because of the pill right?” he asked looking at you directly in your eyes. With a scared looked on your face, you slowly nod indicating that you know. “How old were you when you found out?” you asked, “since you clearly weren’t as terrified as me”. “About a year ago,” he replied looking down at the ground. The room went silent for a few minutes, you were still trying to wrap your head around what happened and was afraid to ask more questions about it.

“How did you found out?” you looked up at him again, you could tell that it was clearly a hard topic to talk about but you were curious. “A senior who graduated about four years ago was the first one to know about what the Company planned. They wanted to pave the way for the future, a future of perfection. But to succeed they have to eliminate the imperfection, so everyone was tested if one passed there life was spared but if one didn’t well you know what happened,”.

“But my birth parents they- according to what happened I’m an imperfection,” your voice cracked just thinking about the death of hundreds in the room. “We were babies at the time, we were brought up believing we were perfect and brainwashed to the highest standards,” Jeongin leaned back on a wall and slowly began to slide down sitting on the ground. You bent down and sat next to him “so the reason you never talked to anyone besides those eight boys is due to the fact that,”. “We are all imperfect,” he interrupted you “the Company needs to know that what they are doing is wrong, and we intend to put a stop to this charade”.

“Well, are you looking for another imperfect? Because I’m willing to fight by your guys' side,” you looked at him with anger in your eyes and ready for justice. “It’s going to be messy Y/N,” that was the first time you heard him say your name before and honestly, you could get used to it. “I’m ready to put an end to this war,” you said holding onto his hand tightly.

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 6 years

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We have a problem (Batsis x young justice)(OS)

Warning: A (really, really) small bit of Angst I guess Word count: 2022 Summary: After a mission takes an unexpected turn you’re welcomed by some strange consequences

"Are you sure it's okay, if we stay here? What if you need a mind link?"asked M'gann anxious. "We're gonna be fine. It's just an observation. Wally, Kaldur, Robin and I can handle that. The rest of you deserves a break," you told her while you gave her a goodbye hug. "It's time sparrow." you turned around to see your brother robin and the other boys looking over to you. "Coming" you shouted and ran to them. When all four of you stood in the zeta-tube you gave the rest of your team, which had free today, a wink and Wally activated the tube. ————— "Okay. Kid flash and sparrow observe from a distance and robin and I sneak in there," you heard through your comm. You said: "Aye aye captain," and climbed onto a three near you. You scanned the surroundings with the integrated glasses in your mask, kind of like kid flash's. You saw some yellow streams come to you and rolled your eyes. Wally came to a stop at the bottom of your three and looked up to you. "How is the view from up there?" He asked with his typical smirk on his lips. "Quite nicely actually, but not what I expected. There's no sign of our target." Wally was about to say something, but you held your hand up to signal him to be quiet. "Did you hear that?" you whispered and looked around you. "Hear what?" "I could swear I heard a cat." As on command there was a meow in the distance. You jumped down from the three and landed smoothly beside Wally. There was another sound and the both of you turned around to be greeted by a familiar cat. "Shit. It's a trap. Klarion is here," you tried to tell robin and Kaldur, but your comm only gave you a loud feedback. "What are we gonna do?" whispered Wally, but before you could answer the ground below you started to glow and you looked down and saw a strange pattern that reminded you of one of the Sigils from supernatural. You followed your first instinct and tried to run out of the Sigil, only to be stopped by an invisible wall. You looked at Wally, who looked at you, and, expecting the worst, smiled at him honestly. Only seconds later the glow transformed into a blinding light and your body felt like your inside got ripped out and replaced by acid. ————— "It's my fault. I shouldn't have let her go without me," sobbed M'gann and held her head between her hands. "No it's not. Even if you...even if we were there and she would've had the mind link we wouldn't have been fast enough to stop Klarion," said Artemis while she rubbed M'gann's back. The both of them, Conner and Kaldur sat in front of the leagues medical center. The second Kaldur and robin saw the light in the forest they knew something was wrong. They tried to contact you and Wally, but the connection was gone and so they ignored the original mission and made there way to the forest and what they found, made robins heart stop for a second. Both, his best friend and his little sister, laid unconscious, maybe even dead, on the burned ground, which looked like someone tried to summon a demon. Kaldur immediately ran to you side and checked for your pulse, but robin just couldn't move. He was frozen in his place and couldn't look away from your move less body.

All these years ago, the moment when Bruce introduced you to your new brother dick swore to protect you with his life, but he failed. He just couldn't stop blaming himself. When Kaldur told him that both, you and Wally, still breathed and had stable pulses he felt a wave of relive wash over him, but he still felt indescribable guilty.

Kaldur picked kid flash up and robin picked you up and they brought you both instantly to the league instead of mount justice.

While Kaldur contacted the team, dick needed to face Bruce. He was sure Bruce would reject him and tell him to disappear from his life, it was his responsibility to take care of you after all, but what he did't expect was that Bruce came up to him after Dick told him what happened and hugged him. Hugs in general were fairly rare in the Wayne family, but being hugged after what had happened...was indescribable. The only word Dick was capable to form was: "How?" Bruce backed a little bit away so that he could look him in the eyes and raised his eyebrows in confusion. Dick took a deep breath and asked: "How can you hug me after what I've done? Y/N is your daughter and you maybe lost her because of me..." Dick didn't dared to look his adopted father in the eyes and a sob shook his body. "How couldn't I?" Bruce stroked his son on the cheek with his thumb and wiped away his tears, even if his eyes were also watery. "I know how terrible it is, if you feel responsible for something you had no control over, especially if it's about someone you love...and even though I hope it isn't the case, if I lost a daughter today, you also lost a sister and I couldn't be mad at you after this, especially because I know you did the best you could." Dick was speechless and the only thing he could do was to return the hug. "I think we should go and see her." The both of them went to the medical center were they saw Robins four teammates in front of a closed door. When Kaldur noticed them coming nearer he stood up. "I'm really sorry for what happened." Bruce shook his head. "It isn't your fault. It's Klarion's and we're gonna make him regret doing...whatever he did." A nurse came out of the door, looked at the group and nodded her head slowly. "You can see the both now." Batman went to the door, but stopped with his hand on the handle. He turned around and looked at the team. "What about Flash? Does he know...what happened?" Superboy nodded. "We called him. He's on his way. He was in Europe when we called, so it could take some time." As if on cue Flash appeared and looked like he was slightly out of breath and Bruce knew that he must've ran as fast as he could. "Where is he? Will he make it?" he rambled almost to fast to hear. "You need to calm down Barry. You're not helping him...them...if you freak out." Even though it sounded a bit harsh Barry knew that Bruce only meant it good. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down. "You're right," he said while he reopened his eyes. The seven of them walked through the door into the clean, white hospital room, which was filled with the steady beeping of two ECGs. Wally and you laid in two hospital beds and looked like you were asleep, but everyone knew better. Bruce walked over to you and even though his cowl hid his face everyone could sense how depressed he was at the sight of his little girl laying there unconscious. He took your hand in his and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry Angel. I shouldn't have send you out there so soon." Flash went over to his friend and colleague and laid his hand on his shoulder. There were no words that would make the situation better, so Flash just let his hand laying on Batman's shoulder and took a hold of his protege's hand. The second he touched him a yellow glow made is way from Wally to Flash and from you to your father, where both glows met each other on the point where Flash's hand laid on Batman's shoulder. Both adult superheroes backed away immediately. "What just happened?" asked Conner confused. Before anyone could answer you and Wally sat up with glowing yellow eyes. A loud crack made everyone twitch, but only a second later your and Wally's eyes were normal again. "W-What happened?" you asked looking at your Father who looked at you like you just grew wings. You looked around to see your team and Flash looking at you exact the same way, except for Wally who was sitting next to you in a hospital bed. Wait...Hospital? You looked down to see that you also laid in a hospital bed. Surprised you jumped off of the bed and with that ripped your father and your team out of their trances. You overestimated the power in your legs and almost fell, but Dick was there fast enough to give you support. "I think you should sit down again." You looked up to him, since you were smaller than him, and looked at him angrily. "No! I won't sit down until you explain what happened." You shook off his arm and looked at your Team questioning. "She's right. Why are we in a hospital?" He also jumped off of his bed and came to your side. You looked at him and he cave you a reassuring smile, than he looked back to his Mentor, "If you don't tell me, I'm just gonna run and get the information." Instead of waiting for an answer he made a typical running pose and you prepared yourself for the wind that would come, but it didn't. Wally ran, but in a normal speed, and stumbled in surprise. Flash caught him before he could fall right on his face. He put Wally onto the floor. "W-What? Why? I...I'm slow," he whined and everyone looked at him confused. Flash growled: "Klarion..."

At the sound of the name memories of what had happened flooded your head and you felt your chest getting tighter. You didn't needed to be a rocket scientist to recognize a panic attack when you had one, but that didn't really helped you in the heat of the moment. The only thing that was in your head was that you needed air. You pushed everyone out of your way to get out of the room. When you made it into the hall, which felt like hours, you started to run to the exit (forgetting that you were in a base in space) only to be surprised by your unnatural speed. Not knowing how to handle said speed you crashed face-first into the wall. From the loud sound alarmed, everyone came out of the hospital room only to see you laying on the floor, groaning in pain and rubbing your forehead. "What happened?" asked your father. You pushed yourself up with help from the wall and looked at them. "We have a really big problem," you said before walking over to them while saying: "Whatever Klarion did, it took Wally's powers and...well, gave them to me." Wally looked at you amused, only to see the super serious look on your face. "You're kidding," he said a little worried, "right?" You nodded your head 'No' and shrugged your shoulders. "Sorry," you said honestly. "Prove it," said Artemis with a suspicious undertone. You sight and let your head fall into your neck. "Fine." Knowing what would happen, you started to run and crashed, again, into the wall. "Damn," said your older brother, while you walked back them again. "Wait...does that mean I have your abilities?" Wally asked a little excited. He turned to Dick. "Attack me." "What?" Dick asked. "Just do it." Dick shrugged and threw a punch at Wally, which he tried to dodge. Emphasis on tried. Now he was the one that groaned in pain, because Dick's punch hit him right in the face. "Sorry. My fighting skills come from hard training," you said while raising your eyebrows amused. "What are we doing now? Wally is...I don't wanna say useless, but...well, useless without his power and Y/N can't fight probably when she crashes into everything around her, every time she tries to run," asked Kaldur while scratching the back of his head. "We need to find Klarion and make him take the spell back."

A/N: Requests are open and I would be more than happy to write some.

Also: If you want a part two, just say it

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sometimesimawriter · 5 years

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The Day He Died (pt 2)

--> the last one got cut off bc we love 100 paragraphs limit so we'll just continue off where we left off.

"My father- is he okay? Where is he?"

Grace's smile faded. Sympathy etched her eyes.

"Your father did not make it, but you protected your friend."

Emotion swelled up and a sob escaped from your mouth. It was ugly and loud and you clamped a hand over your mouth as tears poured from your eyes.

Grace rubbed a hand over your arm, trying to sooth you.

It was later in the afternoon that you heard a knock on your door. You had been crying for hours, but it finally felt like there were no more tears left in your body.

The door slowly opened and the timid boy, Ben, from the party peeked in.

He wasn't wearing his mask, but when he entered the room you could see he was still wearing the uniform.

"Hey... I just wanted to check on you.." His voice was almost like a whisper. He stood awkwardly next to the door, his hands held behind his back.

He looked around the room, his nervousness nearly palpable.

"I, uh, brought you something?"

You looked up at him and gently smiled. After all, your whole childhood was meant to be the perfect little girl your parents had raised you to be. If someone felt uncomfortable around you, you were doing something wrong. So, you invited him to sit on the bed with you.

He perched nervously on the edge of the mattress and held out a store bag to you.

"Oh, you didn't have to, Ben."

He raised his eyebrows. "You remember my name?"

"Of course I do."

He seemed touched by this. You assumed he must've been neglected as a child. Living with four other kids could do that.

You grabbed the bag and opened it. You picked up a small white box, and inside the box was a silver chain with a small blue pendant hanging from it.

"It's beautiful."

He gave you a weak smile, but he seemed happy by your gratitude.

You both sat in silence for a bit, but a question pressed at you.

"What happened? At the party."

He scratched the back of his neck.

"Ben..?

He glanced over at you, and then the door. Finally he spoke up.

"Some guys with guns came in. They shot the Vice President. And you."

"What happened after that?"

He cleared his throat and shifted on the bed.

"My brothers and sister and I, we fought them off." He looked over at you, then down at your stomach, where the blankets hid the bandages that were probably still soaked in blood.

"You killed someone."

Your face felt like someone threw cold water on it.

"I- what?"

"You killed someone. He stood over you and you just stared at him and- I don't know how to describe it. The blood on the floor- it moved towards you, like-like a vacuum was sucking it back towards you. And then he just started shaking, then he got a nose bleed and fell down." He spoke frantically.

What did you do? You put your head in your hands.

"I- I killed someone? I'm a monster..."

Ben's hands grabbed yours and suddenly he was staring intensely at you.

"No. You are nothing of the sort. You defended yourself."

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N. You are awake."

Ben jumped off the bed and stood at attention, like a soldier would. Sir Hargreeves walked into the room. His shoes clicked off the floor and his back stood very straight.

Everything about him freaked you out.

"Hello Sir Hargreeves." You kept the sentence very curt. You wanted him to leave.

"I hope Grace and Ben have attended to you dutifully. A politician's daughter deserves the best."

The mention of your father sent a pang of pain through your nerves, enticing tears to creep into your eyes, but you held it together.

"Due to the unfortunate events of last evening, you have been enrolled in the Umbrella Academy. When you are healed, you will begin training at once. Breakfast is at 8 a.m. Studies are from 9 o'clock to 3 o'clock. You may observe my other children's training at 4 o'clock. Dinner is at 7 p.m. You will find your uniforms in the closet. Rest well now."

Hargreeves turned his back to you and began to walk out of the room.

"Wait!" You called out to him.

He turned on his heel and he looked annoyed.

'My mother, what happened to her?"

He smirked a bit. "She felt that you would be better suited at the Academy and has found herself unable to attend to a child."

He walked out without another word.

That was the day you began to feel hate. Hate for Reginald. Hate for your mother. Hate for yourself.

Now, over a decade later, you returned to the house you despised, to celebrate the death of the man you despised. You were Number 8. You could control blood. And you were ecstatic that Reginald's blood no longer flowed.

The reunion was bittersweet. You all sat around the kitchen table, listening to each other's stories. Allison became a pop star with a decaying marriage, but reading about her in the magazines always interested you. Oh how her reality seemed like a dream. Probably because it was. You hadn't spoken to Luther since you left the house. Apparently he went to the moon- which he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. Poor Daddy's Boy was perturbed by Reginald's death. It was probably wise he didn't know you were happy about it. He seemed all too excited to blame one of his siblings for the death. Diego wore this leather superhero costume. You observed him. You guessed growing up a superhero didn't easily wash away from someone. The whole vigilante thing did scare you, as Diego's safety was always a concern for you. Giving knives to a small child wasn't a smart idea of Reginald's, so that seemed to have some lasting effects to Diego's recklessness. Klaus's drug addiction took over his life. You watched him stumble into the house, obviously high, and a hospital bracelet circled his wrist. He looked tired, his eyes dark and sunken, yet his energetic self drew attention away from his own mess. It was probably for the best that he wasn't in a state to contact Reginald. Vanya was the last to show up. Growing up, she was always very quiet and pushed to the side. She still acted like that, like a victim. You tried being friends with her as a kid, but she always seemed intimidated by you, maybe even jealous. Being a politicians daughter though, you learned not to bother yourself with people who were not constantly in the lime light, and so, you never had a relationship with Vanya. You quietly watched the messed up kids you grew up with sit around the lounge. You kept separate. You never felt like you fit in, not the way Vanya did, but because you didn't want to. They all accepted the life they were drawn into by Reginald, but you despised it. This wasn't your life, and it never would be.

You grew up to become a politician, like your father. You advocated women's rights, children's rights, and adoption rights. You traveled the world, met world leaders, and rose through the ranks rapidly.

How you did it? Well, your father raised you right, but so did Reginald.

Like the Academy, you learned how to fight, but instead of becoming a superhero, well, you became a villain. And no, you weren't the "I want to take over the world" villain, you had a goal, and you were going to accomplish that goal by any means necessary. You've drained the blood out of dictators of third world countries. You've seen the blood flow from the eyes of abusive parents. You've had political dinners end with corrupt politicians, face down in their soup with blood dripping from the table cloths to stop all out nuclear war. You were the best of the best. And yes, you were technically a bad guy, but you were damn good at it.

And that's how Reginald died.

It was two days ago, you were in the city in which your step-"father" lived, and you wanted to visit Grace, the robotic woman who was more motherly than your own mother. You had walked through the mahogany double doors and were greeted by Grace's warm embrace.

"Sir Reginald isn't in right now, but please stay for tea or coffee or whatever you like." She had patted your head and led you into the kitchen. She learned when you first joined the family that you had no intention of calling Reginald your father, and she respected that, which made you love her more.

She had made you tea and sat with you, listening to the March rain patter against the windows. Her presence relaxed you and made you forget about the bloody lifestyle you lived. After some light conversation about your job, Allison's front page scandals, and whatever small talk you could think of, you eventually found yourself wandering the house.

You then found yourself staring at the doors of Reginald's study. The doors were shut and the room itself emanated pure coldness that bit through the normal warmth of the rest of the house.

For some reason, you were compelled to go inside. You gently brushed your fingers against the old books on the bookshelves. The smell of the room was like a library, but Reginald's cologne choked through the papery smell of the books- really any trace of him made you angry.

You looked at his desk and noticed an open book with his large scrawling script etched onto the pages. You gently picked up the book and turned to the cover. Pressed into the leathery black cover was 00.06 in small golden numbers.

Ben...

Why would Reginald review his notes on Ben? He had been dead for years now. The memory of the accident burned your eyes and your vision became blurred. Sucking in a breath and telling yourself to be a big girl, you flipped back to the page Reginald had left off on.

The page was dated that day, but as you read on, more and more hatred for Reginald brewed.

"Number 6 held some of the best potential, the monsters beneath his skin held power that he could have unlocked if he accepted who he was, alas, he rejected himself. He became useless to me, but he also had a natural born gift: persuasion. That's why I did what I did, his ghost would unlock the abilities of my next best potential: Number Four. He possesses abilities that he shuns with his drug abuse, and I believe Number Six's ghost will persuade him to delve into his true potential."

You heard the study doors open and looked up. Your eyes locked with Reginald's. You expected him to be furious, but he calmly walked in and stood across from you on the other side of the desk.

"Number Eight-"

"Its Y/N."

His lips thinned in annoyance, but he continued.

"Y/N... You understand why I did what I did."

Pure hatred for him swelled up within you.

"No, I don't. You had no reason to-"

He stopped you with a wave of his hand.

"You understand because you have become me."

"Excuse me?"

Reginald walked around the desk, cornering you. You tried to back up, but the back of your knees knocked into his chair, throwing off your balance and nearly pushing you down into the seat. Reginald stared down at you, his expression bland, yet his eyes cold and grim.

"You kill to get what you need done. I had Number Six killed because I needed my other children to thrive. He stood in the way of progress, but now his death can benefit the Academy, rather than be detrimental to the group's overall health." He paused a bit, letting the words crash over you. "All those orphaned children and abused women that you protect? Their rights and liberty are soaked in the blood you spill."

You felt the tears climb up your throat. You pushed the emotions aside, not letting Reginald see how his words had affected you.

Without another sentence, you pushed past him and out of the study. You ran out of that horrid house, and the rain outside mixed into your sobs as you ran down the sidewalk.

It was later that evening, and you sat in your hotel room. The same grief you felt when Ben had first died hovered over you, but you decided that instead of reaching out to your siblings about your revelation, it was easier to drown your sorrows with a bottle of whiskey. The sting of the liquor distracted you from how your throat scratched from sobbing for hours.

You sat up from bed and replayed that evening for the millionth time in your head. All you could focus on was the lack of emotion on Reginald's face- how Ben's death was nothing more than a ploy, an experiment, a plan- whatever you want to call it. You hated this man. Hated him so much. He killed the one person who showed you true, human kindness in that wretched house.

You looked up into a mirror that faced the bed. You looked like a mess, with your business suit wrinkled and hair disheveled and mascara runny. What you really focused on was the redness in your face; the red tip of your nose, the puffiness of your eyes, your overly heated cheeks, and your bloodshot eyes. The red- a color that represents love, lust, and your favorite matter- blood. You wanted to see that red drained from Reginald's body, just like it drained from your father and all those you introduced to an early and awful death.

And that's exactly what you did.

Late in the night, you crept back into that house. Well, more stumbled in your drunken state. You climbed the old stairs, past Grace who was recharging- which meant she was offline- perfect. Pogo was no where to be found, probably asleep in whatever cage your horrid step-"father" kept him in.

Then, you slowly opened the doors to Reginald's room. A single lamp was on and he sat at a desk in his room, reading some book.

His back was to you and in all his glorious ass-holiness, he muttered, "Grace, I am busy."

You swallowed, preparing you to finish the deed that had brought you here.

"Too bad I'm not Grace."

Reginald's head whipped around, his monocle nearly falling from his face.

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553butterfly553 · 6 years

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The Dawn of Our Love - Feeling Realization: Camus

Arcadia was sleeping peacefully, was being the keyword. Loud pounding knocks on her door woke her at exactly 8:00 am. They startled her, nearly causing her to fall out of her bed. It instantly infuriated her and caused her to throw herself out of her warm and comfortable bed. She stomped to the door, as the pounding knocks continued, and threw open the door. She caught the evil hand that was doing the knocking so it didn't hit her face and instantly became even more annoyed when she saw who was the knocker.

"Do not touch me!" Camus tore his hand away from hers and glowered down at her. Arcadia just glared back up at him, possibly even more annoyed then him.

"Do not wake me up at 8 in the damn morning. I was having a great dream." Arcadia retorted before slowly calming down. She took a deep breath and then continued talking. "What is it you need Camus? Was there any particular reason for waking me up?" The shift in Arcadia's mood gave Camus an unsettled feeling, however, he chose to ignore it.

"We have work to do. From today on you will be my assistant. Get dressed in proper clothes and don't keep me waiting." Arcadia, instead of following his command, began to laugh hard. She needed to hold onto the door frame to remain standing as she nearly fell over laughing at the man's words. "What is your problem woman? Is there an issue with you becoming my assistant?"

"Oh, there's a problem alright, for you, because that's not happening," Arcadia informed the male as she instantly stopped laughing at his words.

"What do you mean?" Camus was furious over the woman's instant rejection of his demand.

"We're supposed to be working together. You know, to show we can get along so we can go back to working with our actual groups." Arcadia began to take a step back from the man as she grabbed onto her door. "So, we will work together. I'll get ready and you can wait right there." With that, the usually calm and respectful girl slammed the door in his face.

"How dare this woman..." Camus trailed off in this seething to swing around from the door and walk to the windows. He glared out of the windows at the beautiful spring landscape as he calmed down. Well, it was beautiful, but it just infuriated the icy man even further, as he wasn't completely fond of spring.

Inside her room, Arcadia got changed even though she only wanted to go back to sleep. She didn't get enough rest to be able to handle Camus, but she knew she needed to be professional or at least try to.

Arcadia paused in her changing to recall how Camus looked a few moments ago. She internally fangirled over how attractive he looked in his white suit. He might be an asshole, but he's a very attractive asshole. The female sighed to herself and finished getting ready. Once she was dressed she left her room slowly. She wondered if Camus had waited for her, and got her answer when the door was fully opened. He was standing at the window, still looking outside. He clearly didn't realize that she'd opened her door, so she quietly approached him and stood at his side to look out the window as well.

“It's beautiful out there, isn't it?” Arcadia inquired quietly to the beautiful man. He didn't show any signs of shock at her sudden appearance, which disappointed the girl a little bit. She wanted to see him show a face other than his usual cold mask or his fake gentleman mask.

“Yes, it is, however, I prefer summer. It's better weather to take long walks with Alexander.” Camus simply responded, not even looking at the girl at all. She raised an eyebrow and he clarified what he meant. "Alexander is my dog."

“You have a dog?” Arcadia lit up and turned to him happily. “I love animals. What kind of dog is it? Do you have any pictures?” Her eagerness threw Camus off guard, as she didn't seem like the type to freak out over something like that. Camus sighed to himself and pulled out his phone. He went to his camera's gallery and proceeded to show the happy female pictures of his dog.

“His name is Alexander and he is a Borzoi.”

“He's such a beautiful dog.” Arcadia was in awe of his canine. He looked so regal and it was clear that Camus and his dog had a lot in common.

“If you wish, after we go over our schedules and get our plans laid out, I can show him to you in person.” Camus didn't expect the huge smile to appear on the female's face nor the happy gasp that came from her.

“Seriously?”

“I suppose if you aren't annoying.” Arcadia nodded her head, so Camus continued talking. “Very well, we will go have breakfast and discuss our plans.” With that, the two walked off to one of the couches that mostly everyone goes to hang out at. Camus had his student, Cecil Aijima, bring him tea and snacks.It looked like the boy didn't want to be there, but it was clear that he had no choice.

“Um, Camus, do you think you have enough sugar in your tea yet?” Arcadia questioned horrified as the man put cube after cube of sugar in the tea. “It's more sugar than tea now.” He glared at the woman but stopped adding sugar to just stir it around.

“I enjoy sweet things.”

“I see...” Arcadia looked at the tea in front of her and tasted it. It wasn't sweet enough for her, so she added a bit of sugar to it before tasting it again. She deemed it worthy to drink, so she began to happily sip at it. Camus nibbled on some sweets which seemed to make him happy. Arcadia couldn't help but stare at the man and at first, he didn't realize she was staring until he noticed it out of the corner of his eyes. Her gaze was locked on him and a pleasant expression was on her face.

“What makes you think you can stare at me?” Camus suddenly demanded, shocking the white-haired girl. She didn't realize he had seen her as he was still looking down at his tea and sweets. However, her shock turned to annoyance since he just broke the beauty with his arrogant words.

“You know, it's a real shame that such a beautiful being has to have such a shit personality.” Arcadia took another sip of her tea, ignoring the nearly audible sound of snapping as Camus' head turned instantly to glare at her. The small chuckling from Cecil didn't help Camus' anger at all either. The boy was a safe distance away and was hiding so the two didn't realize he was still there until his chuckling.

“How dare you woman, do you think you can speak to me in such a way?” He was seething and looked extremely furious.

“Actually I do think I can. You aren't my master and you sure as hell aren't my friend. If you treat me with absolutely no respect, then you get none from me.” Arcadia simply informed the man. Her voice held a venomous tone to it. “I'm not some little weak-willed woman like Nanami is, therefore I won't put up with any of your attitude towards other people.” Her sudden outburst of rudeness honestly made Camus angry, but also confused. She was kind one second and eager to meet his dog, but then the next she was going off on him. Even the look on her eyes changed along with her personality.

“You have a split personality, am I correct?” Camus noted once he'd calmed down his initial anger towards the woman. “I heard about it from Kotobuki, but I didn't believe him. I needed more information to come to a decisive conclusion about your personality, or personalities I should say.”

“Are you saying you pissed me off on purpose?”

“Such a vulgar way to put it, but yes.”

“Listen here you son of a...” Camus raised his hand to stop her, which actually made her reach out and smack his hand away.That earned her a glare from the regal man, but she ignored it.

“Do you wish to see Alexander now?” That single sentence changed the whole subject and shut the angry woman up. Her anger was replaced by a huge smile on her face.

“Yes, where is he?”

“Come with me.” Camus stood up and motioned for the girl to follow him, which of course she did. He led her to his car where his driver was waiting. He informed her that they were going to his apartment to get his dog and go for a walk. He had originally just wanted to have the person who was taking care of his dog to just bring him back to the dorms for the girl to see. However, he'd upset the girl and, not that he'd admit it, he wanted to make it up to her.

Once they were dropped off in front of the building where his apartment was, Camus led Arcadia to his door. It was at the top and was a penthouse that was clearly elegant and beautiful. It annoyed the girl that he lived somewhere so nice, but let it go when his dog approached them. He seemed annoyed to see Arcadia with his master and was cold to her for a while. It took a bit to get Alexander to warm up to the girl, and she was thrilled over it. Once the dog accepted being around the white-haired girl, Camus hooked him to his leash and the group took off.

Camus led them to a local park and spent over a half hour wandering around in almost silence. Once they reached a little meadow, Camus decided to sit on a bench to rest as Alexander wandered around in the meadow by himself. It was clear that the two had been there a few times before. Arcadia, feeling tired from the long walk, sat down next to the man and turned to face him.

“Thank you for this, Camus. I don't really get out much since I really don't like people or anything, so this has been a really nice time.” Arcadia informed the man with a soft smile on her face.

“If you don't like people, why are you an idol?”

“My parents sent me here because I was too quiet. I like singing enough that I'm able to overcome my shyness for a little while, but... other than that...” Arcadia trailed off and looked over to where the dog was sniffing flowers and bugs. Camus became interested in her explanation and turned to look at her. “I didn't care about all of this at first, but then I saw someone's performance and was captivated by them. So I guess that's why I'm still here being an idol.”

“I see, who was so captivating?” Camus knew full well who she was talking about. She was honest to a fault and had already told a few people of STARISH at one point and she knew someone had told him.

“Don't be smug you jackass.” Arcadia glared at the now smirking man. She huffed and got up to go over to his dog, but was stopped by Camus' voice.

“Wait.” She turned to look at him annoyed. “You dislike who I am, correct?”

“Your personality is vile.”

“Then why not try to get to know me, the version of me under all of that?” His suggestion made Arcadia frown, but she sat down anyway.

“I thought you had no interest in getting friendly with people outside of work.”

“I also have no interest in dealing with your personality changes, so if you and I get along better, I can avoid that.”

“Well then, what do you like to do?” Arcadia asked after a moment of thinking.

“I enjoy riding my horse, fencing and ice skating.”

“Oh really? That's interesting. I don't really have any experience with horses or fencing, but I have skated... kinda. Are you any good at ice skating? I'm terrible and can't even stand up on skates, to be honest.”

“I am quite good at skating. I could give you some tutoring on ice skating someday.” His response made Arcadia laugh and nod her head.

“That'd be nice.” Camus was going to respond to her, however, Alexander approached them, seemingly wanting to go home now. The two agreed that they needed to go back to Camus' penthouse to drop off Alexander and then go back to the dorms to finally go through their schedules. Once that was done, they enjoyed tea and some sweets together before parting ways and going about the rest of their day.

Arcadia was happy she finally got to see who Camus was, even past the cold nature he had in his actual personality. She knew that she would be able to look past his arrogant tendencies and possibly be his friend. It made her extremely happy to think that she was going to be working closely with her crush, but she was worried about how he felt about her.

However, her worries were pointless, as Camus was beginning to realize something. He had never been spoken to in the ways that Arcadia spoke to him. Her bravery in her speech to him had caused something to change in his feelings for her. At first, he didn't care about her existence at all, but his feelings changed the first time she insulted him. He was shocked at her informal and crude way of speaking, however, it intrigued him.

He didn't know what the feeling was, but from what he read in magazines, it was the feeling of attraction. Camus knew he was starting to have an attraction to the woman, which concerned him, but also made him look forward to seeing her again to see what would come of it. He knew she had a crush on him, so he was confident that if he found out he truly felt something for her, she wouldn't reject him. Not that he thought any woman would reject him in the first place.

#camus utapri #uta no prince sama #utapri #quartet night

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thorne93 · 7 years

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The Right Path (Part 4)

Prompt: (From request) Hi! I was wondering, would you it be okay to request a Charles Xavier x telepath!reader? Where they have a mind link since their ability first showed up and so they already know each other even before theyve actually met and then he finds her when he first uses Cerebo and he and Erik go to her first?? Its an idea ive had for a while, but im not nearly an amazing writer like you!

Word Count: 2518

Warning: language (maybe??), child abuse, mental and physical abuse, depression…

Note: I LOVED this request. Thank you for sending it in. I am so sorry it took so long to write. I hope I did it justice dear. Plus, thank you for the super sweet note ; ) Beta’d by none other than @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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“So who else have you all recruited?” you asked curiously.

“So far, just you,” Charles informed, his eyes flashing to your reflection in the rearview mirror. “We have many more though that we’re going to be meeting with. Until we gather them all, you’ll be with my friend Raven.”

Disappointment settled on your heart as you sat back and your eyes cast to the floor. You didn’t wait four years for your mystery dream man to show up just to get punted off to his sister.

“Oh, okay,” you said, trying to keep your voice even, but the dejection had injected itself into the statement.

“Or,” Charles began again, dragging the word out, “you could join us? Meet all the new recruits.”

Your face lit up several degrees. “Yes. Whatever gets me to stay around you,” you admitted. In a quieter voice, you added, “I only trust you…”

“That’s fair,” Charles stated.

“So, Y/N, you’re a telepath,” Erik questioned over his shoulder.

“It would appear so,” you breathed, a little excited to have a name to your power.

“So can you do everything Charles can or are you different?” he asked.

“Uh, I’m not sure. I can hear people’s thoughts and can’t get it to stop. It’s like I’m tuned into a hundred radio stations all at once,” you informed. “What all can you do Charles?” you asked curiously, now that Erik made the statement.

“Alright, alright,” Charles delicately admonished. “Poor Y/N doesn’t need an interrogation. She’s been through quite enough,” he ordered softly.

“No...I don’t mind. I’ve never had anyone to talk to about this. The only people who ever knew were my parents and they...didn’t accept me. I would love to talk to you all about this.”

Erik looked back to the driver. “See? She’d love to talk about it!” he boasted, clearly proud of himself. “So how far can you reach?”

“I think about half a mile…” You closed your eyes and let your mind relax to hear the furthest mind you could. “The man in that red and brown Buick,” you said pointing. “Anything beyond him I can’t hear,” you informed with a half smile. “How about you, Erik? What can you do with metal?” you questioned innocently.

Erik’s face twisted to a mask of question before realization took over. He gave a small nod then smiled and said, “I’m not too sure yet. I can move just about any object big or small.”

“Like a tank?” you asked.

“Yes.”

“What about the metal from a bobby pin?” you asked with a coy grin.

In two seconds, a bobby pin was in Erik’s hand.

“Would you like this back?” he asked with a mischievous look in his eye.

You felt your hair, and yep - a pin to pin your sides back was gone. You laughed lightly. “That’s amazing,” you acknowledged sweetly before reaching forward to retrieve your pin and fix your hair.

“That’s a shame. You looked so great with your hair down,” Erik noted with a dreamy look on his face that made you blush like a madwoman.

“Uh...Uh..Thank you,” you quietly said.

Charles gripped the steering wheel a little harder, his knuckles turning white but you didn’t see that due to staring into Erik’s eyes and getting absolutely lost in them.

A rough clearing of the throat broke the trance you two had.

“Uh, Y/N, I thought you’d be interested to know that we’re going to work on making it so your gift is more controllable,” Charles stated suddenly with a nod. “I feel that you and I should be able to get a great deal done together.”

“Really?” you asked hopefully.

“Absolutely.”

“Will I be able to do everything you can?” you asked quietly, so quietly, in fact you weren’t sure they heard you.

“Perhaps,” Charles granted after a moment of thinking. You tried very hard not to invade either of their minds but you and Charles were very much linked. You could hear every thought he had but you tried to tune it out like a radio in the background, but it was almost as if the radio was on full blast and both speakers were beside your ears.

It was hard to ignore.

“With training, yes, you should be able to do most of what I can do,” he stated.

“And you can stop time, project yourself...make people do what you want…” you listed, the abilities he had were just in your mind. You weren’t sure if he had thought about them or if you simply knew what he could do, but you just knew.

He cleared his throat. “Yes, that’s right. Can you read my mind right now?”

“I can read everyone’s mind....all the time,” you sadly informed, your eyes drifting to the car window as you watched the scenery blur by.

“That can’t have been easy,” Erik commented softly while he stared at you.

You shrugged and looked back to him with pained eyes. “It’s not the reading the mind that hurts...it’s the reaction to the ability to be able to. For seventeen years, I was a normal girl. I went to school, got decent grades, had friends...And then one day, I get this totally groovy ability, right? I can read minds. I’m suddenly...different. In my mind, this is a good thing. I’m finally different from all the other girls on my block or in my school…” You stopped, recalling the first time you discovered your power. “But then suddenly...It’s not as cool as I think it is, you know?” you asked rhetorically, your eyes drifting up to his. “My parents thought I was possessed, my friends saw me as a reclusive freak, neighbors whispered about me. This power that I suddenly had, that I was thrilled for...instantly became the reason for me being an outcast. It did the opposite of what I wanted. Instead of being cool and powerful, I just heard judgement, ridicule, hatred, cruelty wherever I went. Even if it wasn’t for me, it was for people around me…” You shrugged again, laughing quietly without humor. “I just….I had always wanted to be different, to be special, but when I got my wish I lost everything else.”

“I’m sorry,” Erik offered after some time passed and no one had said anything.

You smiled. “It’s fine. If they can’t accept me for who I am, I don’t need them in my life,” you explained. “I don’t blame the power. It isn’t the telepathy’s fault that my family and friends hated me.”

“You’re very brave for feeling that way,” Charles commended sweetly. “A lot of people wouldn’t see it the way you do.”

You nodded and laughed again. “I know….That’s what the sad part is.” After a moment, you piped up again, a cheerier tone in your voice. “It’s not all bad though. If I didn’t hear all the bad things people think, I wouldn't understand that lots of people are going through their own trials. People are usually only nasty to other people because they can’t deal with what’s being thrown at them. It’s given me the gift of compassion.”

The car seemed to be statically charged with sorrow and tension.

You took a deep breath. “Well enough about me. Charles, when did your powers come about?” you asked, changing subjects to get to know the man you had desperately yearned for for years now.

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After a few days and driving all over the east coast, Charles and Erik finally finished their recruiting process. Now the group of the recruits they had gathered were in a room at the CIA. You hadn’t been told much except to stop this Shaw man, but none of you knew exactly how you’d be helpful.

While the other’s carried on and talked about themselves, you couldn’t help but focus on Charles, thinking of all the things you agreed on or loved. It turned out that you two shared more in common than just your mutation. You loved the same books, movies, music, even shared political views, though you didn’t touch on them too much.

But on the other hand, you and Erik seemed to get along swimmingly as well. It was peculiar. He was dashing, charming, and kind. You couldn’t help but feel a pull to him as well, after all, he’d been tormented for his powers just as you had been. That alone seemed to bond you two.

The team of recruits had been prattling on about all sorts of things but you kept to yourself in one corner, as you always did. It was easier this way. Even if these other young adults were mutants, that didn’t make them your friend. Charles and Erik, they were your friends. Charles had known you a long time, Erik shared the pain of rejection from peers, and worse. They were your allies. These people...well, being mutant didn’t make you bonded.

The girl that Charles treated like a sister suddenly spoke up and said, “We should think of code names. We're government agents now. We should have secret code names. I want to be called Mystique.”

Another boy named Sean responded, “Damn! I wanted to be called Mystique.”

She suddenly transformed herself to look exactly like him and stated, “I am way more mysterious than you.”

Everyone clapped but you merely shook your head and looked back down at the chair you were in. You knew all of their powers. To be honest, you’d been picking their brains the entire time. You tried not to do that in day to day life, but being with other mutants, you couldn’t help but be fascinated and wonder what they could do, how they thought, their story, their life. So far, they all had their fair share of being left out, being left behind. That might be why they were trying to form this brotherhood, this comradery. But you just couldn’t join in on the spirit.

They went through their powers, discussing code names.

Sean whistled and broke the glass and your old habits came back hard, reminded you of the beatings your father gave you when the slightest thing went wrong.

“No!” you suddenly shouted. Everyone turned to face you.

“You okay?” Raven asked.

“No! You just broke that. Do you know what you’ve done?” you asked in a panic.

“Relax. It’s just a window,” Raven assured.

You shook your head and turned your back to them, effectively ending the conversation. You wouldn’t be held accountable for their miscreant behavior. They went back to practically ignoring you, which was fine by you. A few more minutes passed before they were suddenly cheering the Summers boy on to perform his mutation. He stepped out of the broken window and you saw in his mind what he was going to do, the sight alarming you. You jumped up and jogged to the opening.

“Wait! Alex, don’t!” you pleaded.

“What’s the big deal?” Angel asked.

“He’s going to destroy that statue,” you informed, gesturing to the item in question.

“Big deal? We don’t know him. Go for it, Alex!” Sean encouraged.

He told everyone to get down, so you ran back to the corner, ducking and covering your head until you heard his energy whirl out and strike the bronze statue, slicing it like hot butter. They cheered but you stood up, getting more and more frustrated. They were going to cause more destruction, think it was fun, and end up getting you all in trouble - or worse. You’d spent most of your life tiptoeing around and being more than extra cautious, you wouldn’t let this group of misfits destroy that.

When they were done cheering for Alex, they turned to you.

“So what about you?” Raven asked.

“What about me?”

“What can you do?” she wondered.

“I...read minds,” you stated quietly, your arms drawn over your chest.

“So you’re like Charles,” she assessed, a sweet glimmer in her eye.

You shrugged. “Not as powerful and I can’t do everything he does.”

“Like what can’t you do?” Hank wondered.

“I can’t project myself into your mind and make you see me. I can talk to you, I can hear your thoughts, shift through memories, and maybe make you do something you weren’t going to do on your own...but I can’t practically stop time or make you forget things…”

“Make me dance,” Sean instructed with glee.

“I don’t think any sort of mutation will help that,” you teased lightly as you saw in his mind’s eye what he could do as far as dancing went. The group laughed at your witty remark.

“So what do you want your codename to be?” Raven asked excitedly.

You shrugged again. “I don’t know.” Codenames, friendship, all of this was foreign. You just wanted to help Charles and move on.

“What about Voyance?” Hank asked.

“You mean like, clairvoyance?” you questioned, liking the sound of it.

“Voyance is french for vision...so…” he said, offering a small smile.

“I like it,” you commented.

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The rest of the group continued to party and talk, nearly tearing the room down. You had nearly begged twice for them to stop. They were showing their powers off, partying, drinking, hitting each other for fun...It was a madhouse.

Suddenly, Charles mind was near yours. He wasn’t speaking to you, and you weren’t trying to hear him, but his voice stuck out to you like an old friend’s in a crowd. Your head snapped up and you heard his and Erik’s conversation. He was trying to convince Erik and the agent Moira that the group was up to the task of fighting Shaw.

They rounded the corner, to behold the sight of the kids behaving wildly. Their eyes went wide with confusion and anger.

Moira spoke first. “What're you doing? Who destroyed the statue?”

Hank quickly ratted him out and said, “It was Alex.”

Raven retorted, “No. Havok. We have to call him Havok. That's his name now. And we were thinking, you should be Professor X, and you should be Magneto.” She was pointing to the both of them.

Erik shook his head in disappointment. “Exceptional,” he sarcastically remarked.

“I expect more from you,” Charles noted. His eyes shot to yours, and you could feel him reading your mind. Probably trying to see if you had anything to do with the shenanigans. When he saw that you didn’t he spoke to you. “Y/N, come with me,” he instructed with a gesture of his head.

You hung your head a little lower as you realized he just chose you over Raven. You scurried across the room as he took your hand and helped you over the glass.

“Careful,” he softly said, his face remarkably close to yours as his striking blue eyes gazed into yours. You felt safe and happy around Charles. As if you could take on the world. As if nothing could stop you. You’d never felt that way by yourself or around anyone else. He gave you strength you never knew you had.

#the right path #Charles Xavier #charles xavier fic #charles xavier x reader #Erik Lehnsherr #erik lensherr fic

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thatbangtanbloom · 7 years

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Bound || pjm v. jjk [2]

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The Prologue | 1 | 2

Characters: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Categories: Angst, Fluff

AU(s): Soulmate!AU

Based loosely off of this soulmate au prompt and BTS’ Perfect Man Cover:

Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.

Sypnosis: All your life, Park Jimin has been by your side and secretly had your name adorning his arm. Ideally, you would share the same fate until you find out that you’re destined to be someone else’s; Jeon Jungkook.

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Warmth is what you’re supposed to feel when you’re in the arms of your soulmate. Every broken part of you is supposed to be merged together by their mere touch. Your heart is supposed to beat twice as fast whenever you look in their eyes, but none of these things happened when you were in the arms of Jimin.

Quite frankly, it was the opposite.

With Jimin, you felt empty. Every ounce of you was torn apart with each caress from him. Your heart beat was steady whenever he pressed his lips against you. Everything was static with Jimin - but a part of you knew that the pain was worth much more than being with someone who barely knew.

Jimin knew all of this even if he could not feel it. In earnest, he wished that you would push him away and kick him out. He wished you would reject him because he knew that his love was the very thing that was killing you – but he also knew that you didn’t care.

Tonight was no different. Despite your attempts of trying to mask your sniffling, Jimin heard every one. He could also see the glint of your tears through the small fraction of moonlight that illuminated your face. He hated himself for making you feel this way – it wasn’t his fault but he felt that it was.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against your ear. His grip on you tightens and you swear you feel the air being knocked right out of you. That was the thing that confused you – when Jimin did comforting acts (pity acts, if we’re being specific) you felt warm inside. Yet, when he did acts out of his romantic feeling (which was much more often), you were frozen. “I-I just wish it wasn’t like this."

You turn over to face him, your mouth falling ajar at the tears that beaded his eyes. His tear stained cheeks matched your own and you swore that you felt every fiber of your being soften. "It’s going to be okay, Jiminie.” A strain smile adorns his lips at the nickname.

“It’s not okay,” Jimin’s voice cracks, but he goes on. “You’re so selfless and going through this alone when you could be with someone who makes you feel so much better th-than this.” He swallows hard when you gingerly wipe the tear from his eyes. “I’m just so sorry and I wish-"

"I love you, Jimin.” You suddenly blurt, causing the brown eyed boy’s cheeks to flush. The words burned in your throat, but you swallowed them anyway. “You make me happy. I don’t care about who they say my soulmate is because I know it’s you. It’ll always be you.”

A soft chuckle feels the room the two of you shared. The melodious sound is permanently etched in your mind and it makes you smile in content. “Don’t say stuff like that, you know what that does to me.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer. The close proximity makes you giggle softly at how fast Jimin’s mood can change.

“I know, that’s why I said it.” You joke softly, instantly forgetting the gaping hole that you feel in your heart. “Why are we like this?”

"Just go to bed, okay, jagi? You need to get as much rest as possible.“ Jimin sternly advises while tucking you deeper into the cover. Though he sounds slightly amused, you know that he means it a lot more than he should have too. Knowing of how weak you became after losing your soulmate clock, Jimin had taken it upon himself to be your primary caretaker. The idea of Jimin being so sweet to you heralded you to sleep.

Abrupt knocking in the middle of the night had led you to be awoken from your slumber with you in Jimin’s arms. It had been a supreme displeasure to you that someone would have the audacity to come to your loft at such an ungodly hour. The knocker must have been frantic because the knocks barely contained any milliseconds, let alone seconds between them. You quietly threw off your fluffy white comforter and tucked it around Jimin who instantly squirmed in his sleep due to the warmth disappearing beside him. A small smile falling on your face at his adorable actions.

"You’re so cute, Jimin.” You say once more so to yourself than to the boy peacefully sleeping in front of you. You turn on your heels, slipping on your slippers as you stretched wordlessly. Thousands of complaints rolling through your head as you thought of the unprofessionalism that was currently taking place with someone knocking at your door like that. “I’m coming!”

Upon hearing your voice, the person knocked harder, violently even. Boom after boom against your door caused a frown to fall upon your face.

"Oh, come on. I’m coming.“ You mumbled under your breath, leaning against your door to see through your peephole. You were met with the gaze of a boy who looked slightly older than you. His hair is tousled wildly, raven black with sweat rolling down his face. "Who is it?” Tiredly, you open up the door to catch a better look at the raven haired boy in front of you.

"Y/N,“ The boy’s voice rasps. He crashes into you, his arms wrapping around your hips to pull you close to him. His hand stroking your head, fingers slightly toying with your ponytail. "It’s you."

Instantly thinking of Jimin, you steal away from the raven haired boy. His eyes are beautiful, a soft and endearing brown. "Yes, I’m Y/N.” Your lungs are burning again, but you don’t know why. “Um, who are you?"

"Jeon Jungkook.” His response is short and sweet. His name sends a ripple through you. It sounds eerily familiar, but you’re certain that you’ve never heard before. “Your soulmate, didn’t you see it on your arm?” He gestures to his arm excitedly, proud even. His clock stopped at thirty-nine minutes and forty-eight seconds… and then there’s your name written in calligraphy against his gorgeous tan skin.

“Jagi,"A melodious voice rings from Jimin while you stand frozen under Jungkook’s once loving gaze, now a confused one written all over his face. "Jagiya, what’s wrong?” Jimin walks over before stopping in his tracks at the sight of Jungkook. The first thing that Jimin notices is the non-ticking clock on Jungkook’s arm and the name of his soulmate written in the strikingly similar cursive.

"Who is this?“ Jungkook narrows his eyes at the display in front of him. He advances towards you, but you take a step back. Your heart thumps loudly in your ears. A confused look on his face. "Y/N, who is this?”

"Park Jimin.“ Jimin speaks up. His orange hair falling over his eyes as he takes a step in front of me to look at the taller boy. "I don’t appreciate you coming to my girlfriend’s house in the middle of the night for no reason. I’m going to ask you to leave nicely, or we’re going to have a problem."

That was one of the effects of having a soulmate, the thought of another person being with that soulmate causes a chemical reaction in the brain and a definite form of possessiveness. Genetic modification at its finest.

"Your girlfriend?” Jungkook’s left breathless at the word. Brows creasing together at your figure before chewing on his bottom lip. “Well, she’s my soulmate. We’re meant to be together so you can leave now.” He bumps shoulders with Jimin aggressively before turning to you. “We have a lot of catching up–"

"That’s funny because she’s my soulmate too.” Jimin hastily replies while rolling up his shirt. The clock on his left bicep clearly showing a longer amount of time with eight years.

Jungkook chuckles over at Jimin. Jungkook didn’t want to fathom the thought of his soulmate having another, especially one for so long when he had searched for feverishly for you these last few days to ensure that you’d get the happy ending that was promised in that kindergarten classroom so long ago. A person having multiple soulmates was possible, but not common. The odds were less than half of one percent of the total population of Earth. How had you been one of the significant few to achieve this?

"Jungkook,“ Your voice is shaky and frail, but it’s the best that you can manage. "My soulmate clock broke.” You avert your eyes away from his, but by the change of his breathing, you know that what you said is anything but comforting. “I-I don’t know what this means for you, but it’s broken.”

Jimin clears his throat, causing the both of you to look at him. “Her clock broke about six months ago… We tried to get it fixed but the doctors didn’t know what to do about it.”

A gulp escapes Jungkook, his eyes darting from your arm back to Jimin. His brows narrowed. “Soulmate clocks just don’t break, Jimin.” Jungkook fully enunciated Jimin’s name. It was evident for Jungkook to think that Jimin had something to do with your clock suddenly breaking.

“Jimin and I were coming back from the movies late one night,” You feverishly defend Jimin, a common technique that you had known. “We stopped by the lake to talk about soulmates and then it just-” Months had passed, but you still were bothered by how eerily it happened.

With his arm looped in yours, he nodded quietly. His eyes absentmindedly darted to his left arm, where your name had been written beautifully in calligraphy since you two were nine. Times were much more simpler than, back when the only talks you two shared were about how you two feverishly stood up for each other to no end. That was back when he had to hide from you, wearing long sleeves on hot summer days in fear that you would be repulsed by him being your soulmate and you not his.

“You used to let me push you on the swing.” You giggled softly toward yourself. “You said we would get married and I’d be the breadwinner since I was better at school than you.”

Though Jimin was quite the talker, he had never been more quiet than this as he listened to you recollect your childhood together. Your view had been remarkably more rosy than his was.

"Well, yeah.“ Jimin finally joins, slipping his hand out of his peacoat to adjust his red beanie. "You said that I could follow my dream while you did all the hard work. Why would I turn that down?”

"That was not the proposition when I offered to married you.“ You exclaimed with a laugh, halting the two of you. "You said that you would stop saying that soul mates didn’t exist and that was that!”

Jimin turned to face you. Cheeks rosy from the coolness of Busan streets. “They don’t, Y/N. After all, would I have purposely been paired up with you?” He teased before taking two steps closer to you. His honey brown eyes stared back into yours.

With flushed cheeks, you took a step back before walking around him. “Jimin, stop joking.” You always had become uneasy when Jimin mentioned that you were his soulmate. It wasn’t that you were disgusted by the idea. You never could. After all, he had been who you had spent your entire adolescence with. What really scared you was how your cheeks flushed whenever he stared into your eyes or how your heart raced too fast for it to simply be platonic.

"Come on, jagi.“ He used his pet name for you. His arms looped around your waist as he hugged you from behind. A smile on his face as shrugged off his jacket to drape it around your shoulders. "Let’s get you back home, okay?”

When you had taken off Jimin’s coat to return back to him, you could still remember the scream that erupted from you. The way that you had crumpled to the ground in pain had been permanently etched into Jimin’s head.

Jungkook stood there in utter silence. The idea of you in pain coursed through his veins and it crippled him in thought. Had that been the reason why he hadn’t been himself the last few months? Was that the reason why he went hours without sleep and remained in the hospital for weeks on end?

"I-I couldn’t do anything for myself.“ You toyed with the sleeve of your shirt. ”-so Jimin took the initiative of taking care of me… Along the way, we grew closer than I thought possible.“ You didn’t realize at first how open you were being about being with Jimin, especially since the two of you had brushed over the topic of you two, but it clicked all at once.

Jungkook was your soulmate. He was destined by fate to be someone who could only be in love with you. He understood you better than you understood yourself, so that explained why you didn’t mind sharing your story with him. Before you knew it, Jungkook’s arms were around you. His lips pressing against your hair as he held you close. Your breathing hitched due to the sudden contact. "It’s okay… I’m here.” He softly adds.

Jimin stood stone still. He shifted uncomfortably as he watched Jungkook coddle his soulmate. It had been a scene he anticipated all his life, but why did it feel like a thousand knives in his chest? ♡ ◇ ♡ ♡ ◇ ♡ ♡ ◇ ♡

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sun and neptune will fight adam taurus together and possibly kill him with rens help (revised)

sun wukong is themed/inspired by sun wukong from journey of the west and an antagonist in story who sun wukong fought is the bull demon king while neptunes inspiration/theme is the roman god of the seas but he will also reference/represent zhu bajie

on neptune vasilas His last name “Vasilias” is a derivative for king in Greek, giving him an obvious connection to the God of the Seas. However, it also gives him a connection to a Journey to the West character, too. King Neptune was a famous World War 2 US Navy mascot, a pig that managed to raise millions for the war effort and was buried with full military honours when it died. The Monkey King’s pig-themed companion, Zhu Bajie, shared Neptune’s habit of hitting on every woman he met. He was also formerly Tiānpéng Yuánshuài, the Heavenly Naval commander( commander-in-chief of 80,000 Heavenly Navy Soldiers.) who was cursed to become Zhu Bajie for his inappropriate feelings for a moon goddess.

Bull Demon King (牛魔王) is a demon king based in Sky Scraping Cave (摩雲洞) on Accumulated Thunder Mountain (積雷山). In the early chapters of the novel, he becomes sworn brothers with Sun Wukong and five other demon kings. He is ranked the most senior of the seven, and styles himself “Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven” (平天大聖). He marries Princess Iron Fan and has a son, Red Boy, with her. He appears again in a later chapter when the protagonists arrive at the Flaming Mountains along their journey. Sun Wukong disguises himself as Bull Demon King to deceive Princess Iron Fan and takes away her Banana Leaf Fan. The real Bull Demon King visits Princess Iron Fan, who then realises she has been tricked. Bull Demon King disguises himself as Zhu Bajie to trick Sun Wukong and retrieves the fan. In the ensuing fight against Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, Bull Demon King reveals his true form, a giant white bull, and attempts to charge towards his opponents.Nezha shows up, captures Bull Demon King, and brings him to Heaven to let the Jade Emperor decide his fate.”

(maybe ren will help in the defeat of adam since nezzha was nicknamed the third lotus prince and ren means lotus and nezha took bull demon king to face judgement at jade emperors (gods) hands so either ren could take adam to prison to face judgement or have him killed to send him to gods judgement. or ren wouldnt appear in the fight but adam will still die at sun or neptunes hands to cause him to face gods judgement

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Journey_to_the_West_characters#Bull_Demon_King.2C_Princess_Iron_Fan_and_associates

I think this fight between sun wukong and zhu bajie will be referenced with sun and neptune vs. adam taurus (who is a bull faunus his last name means bull and when he activates his power his masks visors glow red ( nad it would fit for adams semblence to represent the bull demon kings true form since when the bull demon king activates his true form he glows) so it would fit for him to be placed in the role of bull demon king (antagonist) and would fight sun and neptune and after their fight adam will be defeated and captured or defeated and killed by them in the fight where after adam after his aura is broken trys to make an attack on someone lets say someone who is unconscious and they act resulting in his death

and it would be fitting since adam had hurt blake (suns love interest , the girl he likes plus sun already had a a distaste for the white fang and adam is a high ranking member of the white fang who also hurt blake

suns thoughts on the whites fang : “Stupid, holier-than-thou creeps that use force to get whatever they want. Bunch of freaks, if you ask me!“

so adam will be taken down by a faunus who hates the white fang and his human best friend ( we could see neptunes semblance and if he hasnt activated his semblance yet he will before or during the fight coming into contact with sea water

https://rwby-fan-theories.tumblr.com/post/151482055779/neptuines-semblance-is-activated-when-he-comes#notes

neptunes inspiration is the roman god of the sea so it would be fitting for his powers to activate when he comes into contact and ttouches or submerged in sea water like how nora whose inspiration is thor gains power through electricity. and its possible neptune never been near the ocean/sea and was afraid of touching it due to the aquatic grimm annd will end up falling into sea water which he activates his semblance which is versatile

https://rwby-fan-theories.tumblr.com/post/151984046729/more-on-neptunes-semblance-being-activated-when-he#notes

while neptunes inspiration is roman god neptune he also references zhu bajie son wukongs companion

zhu bajie once commanded the heavenly rivers and in the journey of the west son wukong couldnt fight in the water while zhu bajie could for he was at ease at deep waters

Sun Wukong’s abilities . Though he is by far the stronger than, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing arehe is still more effective water combatants than he is

so this could be referenced with neptunes semblance activating when he falls in sea water when its the form of a big body of it) (and he could possibly be inspired for it after seeing blake being worried about adam taking out everyone she loves and could decide to go after adam in order to quench her fears

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and given how it was revealed that blakes dad was the leader of the white fang and cheiftain of menagerie blakes technically a princess

https://rwby-fan-theories.tumblr.com/post/154337758428/upcoming-sun-vs-adam-fight

“ Bull Demon King”. Like Adam, BDK is an extremely powerful opponent who often defeats those in his way with one big blow, is obviously based off a bull; and is often depicted as having a black, red, and white color scheme. If Adam was solely based of “The Beast” from fairy tales, it would make more sense for him to be depicted as a boar or lion-faunus as those are the types of animals “The Beast” was traditionally depicted as resembling, not a bull. Maybe it and Adam’s color scheme are a hint that Journey to the West played an influence on him?

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given that it was revealed that ren was wealthy and ren means lotus and for nezha ( One day, the people of Chentang Pass asked for rain, and sacrificed much food to the East Sea Dragon King Ao Guang. The King rejected the food, instead wanting girls and boys to eat. He sent Ye Sha to capture for him a girl and boy. Nezha and two other children were playing by the sea when Ye Sha appeared and captured one of Nezha’s friends. Nezha then fought him and injured him severely, causing him to return to the King and beg for someone else to take care of Nezha. The Dragon King sent Ao Bing, his third son, but the latter was slain by Nezha. Ao Guang called for his brothers and confronted Nezha and his family. He threatened to flood Chentang Pass and report Nezha to the Jade Emperor. To save his family and the people, Nezha committed suicide himself then carving up his own flesh and dismembering his bones “returning” these to his parents in repayment for the debt of his birth. The Dragon Kings then hosted a huge celebration.“ Mulan who is rens inspiration had also committed suicide so it would fit for him to play the role of nezha . https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hua_Mulan.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nezha and lie ren allusion http://oddball-bunch-of-muses.tumblr.com/post/155416868333/brief-rwby-theorylie-ren-also-the-third-lotus “ Brief RWBY Theory:Lie Ren, Also the Third Lotus Prince Nezha heres some facts about Nezha Obviously his name means “Lotus” 1. Nezha’s father Li Jing was known as “The Pagoda Weilder” was worshiped for building pagoda’s and shrines, and we know Lie Ren’s parents were tying to build a new village with a group of fleeing mistralians 2. Nezha at the age of 7, fought a Chinese serpent dragon ” lie ren allusion wise is a wealthy prince And arrest adam or he will lay the finishing blow and kill him in a way sending adam to face gods judgement ( jade emperor = god etc)

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After weeks of hearing about The Masked Singer‘s almighty Super Nine, the top three performers from Groups A, B and C finally took the stage on Wednesday’s April Fools-themed episode.

Host Nick Cannon reintroduced the competitors and offered new clues about each group. Group A — Kangaroo, Turtle and White Tiger — have a combined 15.4 million Instagram followers. Group B’s Banana, Frog and Kitty have all been interviewed by Oprah Winfrey, and Astronaut, Night Angel and Rhino of Group C racked up seven Grammy nominations between the three of them.

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During the clue packages, the disguised celebs offered a super clue, and once their performance wrapped, they cleared up a rumor that might’ve fooled the viewers and judges about them by sharing what they’re not. Then after each set of three masked stars sang, the audience voted on their least favorite performance from every group. White Tiger came in last for Group A after singing “I’m Too Sexy,” Banana fell to the bottom in Group B, and Rhino’s Jonas Brothers cover made him Group C’s loser.

When Robin Thicke offered up his guess of Billy Ray Cyrus for Banana, the “Blurred Lines” singer noted that he once performed with one of Cyrus’ daughters and commented on the infamous black and white striped suit he wore while shaking it with Miley at the 2013 VMAs. “I was supposed to be a referee,” Thicke claimed.

At the end of the night, panelists Ken Jeong, Jenny McCarthy, Nicole Scherzinger and Thicke decided which of the bottom three singers would get sent home. Banana and Rhino lived to fight another day, meaning White Tiger did not prove to be king. Judges and viewers alike had been suggesting former New England Patriots tight end Rob Gronkowski was under the White Tiger costume — and they scored a touchdown with that guess.

“I’ve always loved dancing and my dance moves were always one of a kind and I always felt like I was never on rhythm, so when I got asked to do The Masked Singer, I knew I was in. I wanted to do it,” the retired NFL pro, 30, said after being unmasked. “I wanted to learn how to sing and also I really wanted to learn how to dance.”

Some of his former teammates recognized those dance moves, though. “One or two of my teammates did contact me like, ‘Dude, that is definitely you. I know your moves, I’ve seen those moves in the locker room plenty of times,’ ” Gronkowski said. When McCarthy suggested he come out of retirement and return to the NFL locker room, the three-time Super Bowl winner responded, “You never know.”

Gronkowski went on to thank the panel for the unique experience.

“Thank you guys,” he told the judges. “I enjoyed every performance in front of you guys. I love you guys so much. I’m just so thankful to be here. Legends right in front of my eyes.”

Scroll down for a breakdown of what happened when season 3’s top nine competitors came together on Wednesday.

Turtle

Clues: running a 10K; 40 lbs. is a quarter of his body weight; “I’m hardcore about being the best at everything I do.”; “I had to become one with the turtle, like a method actor.”; “I’m not a dancer.” Super clue: The Amazing Adventures of Shellboy comic, which costs $10.15 Song: “Higher Love” by Steve Winwood Guesses: Chris Evans, Drew Lachey, Nick Lachey, Brian Littrell What they’re not: “I’m not known for just one thing.”

Kangaroo

Clues: “I came here to show my strength and bounce back after being vilified by kanga-rumors of my past.”; “I’m incredibly nervous every time I’m on that stage.”; “I’ve been put through hell this past year.” Super clue: A kangaroo doll Song: “Not Ready to Make Nice” by Dixie Chicks Guesses: India Arie, LeAnn Rimes, Amber Rose, Jordin Sparks What they’re not: “I may be a kangaroo, but I’ve never lived in Australia.”

White Tiger

Clues: “raunchiest party on the block”; “When I first got here, I’d never sung in front of a crowd. I didn’t even know what an eight-count was.”; “I know I don’t have the best voice, trust me.” Super clue: Flossing and shooting a basketball Song: “I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred Guesses: Rob Gronkowski, Joe Manganiello, JJ Watt What they’re not: “I’m just not brawn, I’m brains. I even wrote a best-selling book.”

Kitty

Clues: “Since starting young, for a large part of my life, I struggled with my self-image, regardless of my success. My mind only saw darkness and ugliness when I looked in the mirror.”; “I get to let my freak flag fly.” Super clue: Last season’s Tree, because “Christmas is truly the most wonderful time of the year.” Song: “It’s All Coming Back to Me Now” by Celine Dion Guesses: Vanessa Hudgens, Avril Lavigne, Nicole Richie, Emma Roberts What they’re not: “I was not dreaming when Robert Redford helped me to get my very first role.”

RELATED VIDEO: ‘The Masked Singer’ Unveils The Taco and He Says Keeping the Secret Wasn’t That Hard

Banana

Clues: “I was just a party boy looking for a good time”; “A traumatic injury from my past made me forget the lyrics in my second performance.” Super clue: A mullet Song: “Sweet Home Alabama” By Lynyrd Skynyrd Guesses: Billy Ray Cyrus, Bret Michaels, Brad Paisley What they’re not: “Blue-collar has many, many meanings. When I say blue-collar, I’m a funny guy, but I’m not standup funny.”

Frog

Clues: “The passion for performing I lost over the years has been totally reinvigorated.”; “I had to be all concerned about my image.”; “I even take a power nap before each performance.”; “You’re getting served.” Super clue: A knight in shining armor Song: “Jump” by Kriss Kross Guesses: Omarion, Lil’ Romeo, Sisqo What they’re not: “I’m actually not a trained dancer at all. Do you feel me, baby?”

Night Angel

Clues: “cloud nine”; “facing rejection in my past”; “I’ve avoided putting myself front and center for years.”; “Helping others for so long has made spreading my own wings feel incredible.”; “I feel like I can see endless possibilities in my future.” Super clue: A tricycle Song: “Rise Up” by Andra Day Guesses: Brandy, Tamar Braxton, Tisha Campbell, Oprah Winfrey What they’re not: “I’m not just a voice, I’m a mogul.”

RELATED: The Masked Singer Fans Think Jordyn Woods Is the Kangaroo: ‘I’ll Put Money on It’

Rhino

Clues: “Earlier in life, I tried to be what everyone wanted me to be.”; “I became comfortable playing a role.”; “Music has been my passion since I was a child.”; “I’ve risen up the Billboard charts and you may even have an album of mine.” Super clue: A slot machine Song: “What a Man Gotta Do” by the Jonas Brothers Guesses: Vince Gill, Derek Jeter, Duff McKagan What they’re not: “I’m not nearly as tall as you think I am.”

Astronaut

Clues: hitting a pot; an Exploring Earth book; “no tether attached”; “For years, I’ve been searching for a chance to blast away labels that have been imposed on me.”; “On my old planet, something happened that changed the course of my career. I was forced to start over but negativity made it difficult to launch again.”; “I’m not a competitive guy.” Super clue: a broken world record Song: “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley Guesses: David Archuleta, JC Chasez, Ryan Tedder What they’re not: “I’ve never had traditional voice training.”

The Masked Singer airs Wednesdays (8 p.m. ET) on Fox.

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