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[greenteabelle]

if i had a penny for every time jo hansun played a side character who has a fixation on the male lead and constantly has homoerotic tension whenever they meet because he's been thwarted on his path of greed and cruelty , i'd have two .

which , isn't a lot , but it's weird that it happened twice !

#a shop for killers #hot stove league #jo han sun #bale #lim dong gyu #lee dong wook #jeong jin man #nam goong min #baek seung soo #kdrama

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watching evilive (2023) has made me realise that communication is fucking important folks and maybe it's not so bad to put a little trust in your partner every once in a while or you might get stabbed 28 times in the end

#evilive #han dong soo #shin ha kyun #seo do young #kim young kwang #spoilers #kdrama

[greenteabelle]

on episode 4 of a killer paradox and wow i have ideas

like , a grim reaper au where jang nangam is the grim reaoer who's tired of being sent out to reap lee tang's soul , who just can't seem to die .

one day , he's supposed to get hit by a delivery truck , so jang nangam is just standing by the road , waiting . then just a split second before lee tang crosses the road , he bends down to tie his loose shoelaces and the truck just whizzes right past him .

on another day , lee tang is supposed to get mugged by some rando and die , so jang nangam is looking down at the alleyway from the rooftop of a building . then the mugger trips over his groceries and just drops dead ( imagine if it's fresh fish lee tang was excited to try to make sashimi out of when he got home ) .

then on yet another day , lee tang genuinely tries to jump off a building because he's sick and tired of having near-death experiences every other day .

then .

he lands on a discarded mattress .

idk if i want lee tang to be able to see jang nangam or no , because either way it would be so funny . imagine you almost see your life flash before your eyes and you're thanking whatever god you believe in , only to look up and see a 40-year-old man fall to his knees in despair .

#also i'm hoping that this drama doesn't have a tumblr fandom like most dramas #idk what crimes i would commit if i got spoilers from a reblog or reply #lee tang is genuinely so funny to me like he's trying his best #jang nangam is also trying his best to not lose his goddamn mind #they fill me with joy #a killer paradox #lee tang #choi wooshik #jang nangam #son sukku

[greenteabelle]

hc that billy is a weird fucking dude ( affectionate ) that's like super possessive , especially over stu . i also hc that stu bruises easily , so billy views that as a way to sorta mark his ownership over stu but like , discreetly . and stu just goes with it because he's like , it's billy . he knows he's weird .

“Holy fuck, Macher. what's that on your hips?”

“Huh?” Stu asks distractedly, following his gaze to where randy is pointing with a horrified expression. belatedly, he realises that his shirt was, in fact, too small and had ridden up to reveal a smattering of purple and yellow bruises all over his hips. “Oh.”

Before Stu can tug his shirt back down, Randy already has his hand on the hem, pulling it further up. It reveals more discoloured spots around his waist. Randy doesn't notice how the marks can line up to form handprints. “Dude, what the fuck? Did you get beat up or something?”

Stu laughs and swats Randy's hand away, tucking his shirt in properly. “Of course not, dipshit. Who the fuck aims for the waist?”

“I don't know! How else could you explain these?”

In any other case, Stu would tease Randy relentlessly, but seeing the genuine concern in his eyes makes him reconsider. Randy looks like he doesn't know where to put his hands, yet he hovers closely, fretting over him like a mom. Instead, Stu just messes up his hair, cackling at the indignant squawks that follow.

“Look, man. Don't ask questions you don't want answers to, if you know what I'm saying.” Stu says, waggling his eyebrows exaggeratedly to further cement the implications. “But if you really want to know…”

As expected, Randy gags and shoves him away, though his touch still remains careful. “Ew, gross dude! I don't wanna hear about your weird sex life, but man. You're into this shit?”

It takes a few moments to consider the alternatives, whether it's worth going along with it, but Stu shrugs with an easy smile. “There's nothing more sexy than a possessive woman, let me tell you that, Meeks. When you finally stop being a loser and get a girl, you'll understand.”

“I-I do get girls, I just,” Randy splutters, his cheeks reddening, “I haven't found the right one yet…”

“Uh huh, good luck with that buddy.” Stu grins wolfishly, pinching the boy's cheek for extra measure. Randy scowls, slapping his hand away. “Maybe if you actually got some practice you'd find your true love by now.”

“Oh yeah?” Randy scoffs, rubbing at his cheek. “And who am I supposed to practise with? You?”

Again, Stu shrugs. He leans in conspiratorially, lowering his voice into a whisper.

“For a good price, I'd do- Jesus fucking Christ, Billy!” Stu jumps at the sensation of a hand snaking around his waist to grip his hip, his back suddenly pressed against another very warm, very familiar body. He instinctively tries to move, only to be pressed firmly in place by the punishing hold at the crook of his waist. “When the fuck did you get here?”

“Just now.” Billy smirks. “Hey, Randy. What were you two talking about?”

That seems to reignite the life in Randy, who looked moments from passing out thanks to the scare. He snaps out of it and points at Stu's waist or, rather, Billy's hand. “Have you seen Stu's bruises? They look crazy, man.”

“What bruises?”

“These ones.” Stu says, immediately tugging his shirt up and angling his body so Billy can have a better view. It's a bit of a bad idea, because Billy doesn't have time to react. So instead of letting go, his fingers end up caressing Stu's skin, the contact both unfamiliar yet electrifying. He barely suppresses a shiver from it, though it probably doesn't escape Billy's notice even as he lets go. “Randy caught a peek because my shirt fucking shrunk, no thanks to my sister.”

Something akin to satisfaction flashes in Billy's eyes, but that could also be Stu hallucinating. “Oh, those bruises?”

“You've known about the sex bruises?”

Billy laughs, his thumb circling the sharp angle of the hip bone discreetly. Stu is honestly surprised that Randy doesn't see it. “Of course I've seen them. We literally change in front of each other.” Billy carefully pulls Stu's shirt down, not before leaving another longing caress to those marks before adjusting the sling of his bag. “Anyway, school's fucking over. If y'all wanna stay here, be my guest.”

Randy whips up his wrist to check the time and curses, quickly shrugging on his backpack. “Shit, my mom's gonna kill me! See you tomorrow!”

As soon as Randy disappears out the door, Billy casually steps in front of Stu. Placing both hands on the desk he’s sitting on, Stu is caged in. “So.”

Stu tilts his head, slightly confused. “So?”

“Sex bruises, huh?”

“What else was I gonna say?” Stu laughs, swatting at Billy's wandering hands. “That you're so fucking strong that you leave bruises on me? That's gonna sound even weirder man.”

Randy already thinks that Billy is creepy. If he hears that he also likes leaving bruises and on Stu out of all people? They'll be lucky if he doesn't just bolt to the police for that.

Stu slings on his bag and moves to leave, raising an eyebrow when Billy doesn't budge. “Anyway. We still watching Nightmare on Elm Street or no?”

Billy stares into his eyes for a few more lingering moments, before he huffs a laugh and steps back.

“Of course we are.”

#i also hc that they met as kids where billy accidentally saves stu #so stu is like i'm gonna be this boy's friend forever #while billy is like hmm interesting how i gave you those bruises circling your wrist #also also have a hc that billy murders everyone stu sleeps with but covers them up as missing persons #so stu is like wow isn't it crazy how 6 girlfriends i've had in the past are all gone now #they're gay your honor #stu macher #billy loomis #randy meeks #scream #stu x billy #billy x stu

[greenteabelle]

a misaeng valentine's day au , if you will .

"Section Chief Cheon, Deputy Kim."

The two yell out affirmatives, then wince at their volume and huddle closer into the circle they've formed in front of Deputy Manager Oh's desk. The man in question shoots them a glare but otherwise doesn't comment on it. Thankfully, the office is empty.

"Are the preparations for tomorrow done?"

"Yes sir," Cheon nods, his mouth set in a grim line. "I've already notified the receptionist to make sure that Geurae's deliveries are to be thrown away immediately. I also made sure to ask them to not allow any delivery workers up to our floor."

"Good work, Cheon. Kim, what about you?"

"I've switched all of Geurae's things with mine, so he'll be able to work at my desk with no issues. I've also prepared 2 spray bottles full of water if any of those... things try to come in."

"Excellent. I've also pulled some strings so that I can attend some of the meetings Jang Geurae has tomorrow." Oh Sangshik lets out a severe sigh and claps both of his subordinates on the shoulder. "Tomorrow is going to be a warzone, but we've done the best we could to prepare for it. Get some rest tonight, so we can fight tomorrow, alright?"

The following chorus of "Yes, sir!" rings out loud and clear throughout the empty office.

The next day, Geurae rounds the corner to find a shocking sight. Quickly jogging to the Sales Team 3 office, he bows in greeting with a flustered expression.

"Good morning everyone! I didn't expect all of you to be here so early."

"You're as energetic as ever, Jang Geurae." Cheon replies. "We have a busy day today, so make sure you're prepared."

"Yes, sir! I'll work hard today as well!"

"Jang Geurae, you're gonna pierce my eardrums." Kim deadpans as Geurae shrugs off his jacket and carefully places his bag on his desk. "Did something good happen- What is that?"

"Hmm?" Geurae asks distractedly, until he realises that Kim is staring straight at the pouch he's holding. "Oh, this was a Valentine's Day gift!"

The temperature drops imperceptibly, as the three members of Sales Team 3 slowly raise their heads to stare at Geurae with unreadable expressions.

He's none the wiser.

"Han Seokyool gave it to me in the lift." Geurae continues, not noticing the way Kim mutters something under his breath and Cheon rolls his eyes. "I didn't even realise it was Valentine's Day today because I was too busy preparing for today's meetings, but he made the pouch himself. It was really nice of him!"

The office falls into a deafening silence for a few moments before Oh gets up and throws his pen to the ground. "Han Seokyool that sneaky little bastard-" He yells, veins popping in his neck before he cuts himself off, visibly trying to calm himself down. "Forget that. So. He didn't do anything else right?"

Geurae looks down at the pouch he's cradling oh so carefully. At the memory of him giving the man a kiss as a token of gratitude, no matter how innocent it was, he can't help the blush that tinges the tips of his ears.

"I'm going to kill that bastard."

"Huh?" Geurae asks with widened eyes, blinking rapidly as he tries to figure out why Oh is holding the letter opener he uses for mail with a white-knuckled grip. "He didn't do anything to me, I'm just a bit embarrassed…"

That stops Oh in his tracks, already poised to march out of the office to the 16th floor.

"Tell us."

Geurae squirms, pinned under the deadly stares of his superiors, though he eventually sighs and gives in.

"I gave him a light peck on the cheek." he mumbles, his ears turning so red they might as well be bleeding.

This time, Oh's calendar takes the fall.

"I'm going to visit the 16th floor." Oh says calmly.

"Oh! I can help you if you need me to-"

"YOU." Oh bellows, jamming his index finger in Geurae's direction with wild eyes, his gaze murderous. He storms past them, letter opener in hand. "Stay here. Work. Don't even dream of leaving this office unless it's for your meetings today."

"But what about lunch?"

"WE'RE GETTING TAKEAWAY!"

Then he's gone.

Still confused from the entire ordeal, Geurae turns to the remaining members of Sales Team 3 for answers.

He doesn't get any answers.

"Cheon," Kim starts, staring intently at one of the spray bottles on his desk, "do you think I can get away with it if I replace this with toilet water?"

The man hums thoughtfully before shaking his head. "What about gochujang?"

"You're a genius, Cheon. Should I go down and borrow some from the cafeteria auntie?"

"While you're at it, add some vinegar. I'll go check on Oh if he needs any help. Lord knows we don't need another meeting with HR again."

"Then what about-"

"Just sit here and work!"

If he wasn't getting yelled at, Geurae would marvel at how well they sync with each other. Instead, he hurriedly takes his seat at his desk, that for some reason has been switched to Kim's original spot, and pulls out some files to skim through.

He has a lot of work to do today, after all.

watching misaeng , the only thing i could think about was " damn , valentine's day must be rough when you have someone like jang geurae in the team " then it was like i was slapped with a lightbulb

like , imagine jang geurae's schedule on valentine's day so jam packed with meetings because every single client is trying to woo him , yet he's totally unaware of the chaos . even the office isn't safe , and he only has 3 middle-aged men who are close to comitting murder to those who try to chat him up .

i do have the scene between jang geurae and han seokyool written out , but it didn't quite seem to fit so i just wrote this one !

but i honestly love misaeng so much it's honestly in my top 5 kdramas !!!

#i'm honestly wondering how this post will do #if it gets more than 5 engagements i'll be impressed #like for a kdrama made literally 10 years ago #i'm basically treating this post as my google docs LMAO #anyways jang geurae my beloved <3333 #misaeng #misaeng incomplete life #kdrama #kdrama au #jang geurae #yim siwan #oh sangsik #lee sungmin #kim dongsik #kim daemyung #cheon gwan wung #park haejoon #han seokyool #byun yohan

[greenteabelle]

watched bullet train (2022) on the plane and i have some feelings

i wonder if lemon is able to watch his favourite show the same way ever again , his initial wonder and fascination now replaced by a weary defeat . does he sit in front of the tv , slumped in a worn out sofa , long after the credits roll ? does he think about the fact that tangerine never got to hear himself be compared to thomas ?

i wonder if lemon finds himself in the kids section of department stores , not realising how he got there in the first place . if he catches sight of sticker sheets and recalls the bloodied one he has at home . if he sees nothing but the empty space where thomas should be .

i wonder if lemon quits killing altogether . does he look at his guns and see the gaping wound on tangerine's neck ? does he don his tie and pull his jacket around himself , just a bit closer than before ? or does he stop wearing dress shirts and ties entirely , because of the silhouette he sees in his reflection ?

perhaps lemon embarks on a journey of self-discovery , determined to live the life that he still has yet having no idea how to do it . maybe sometimes when he comes across a confusing subject , he'll voice his confusion out loud , only to look up and find nothing there .

maybe lemon starts preferring tangerines altogether .

because lemons are just too fucking sour .

#lemon and tangerine were literally my favourite part of the movie #like i lived for their dynamic #and i died when the ending came #so here i am making it everyone's problem #or like one person's problem #i have no idea if bullet train even has a fandom or not #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #lemon #tangerine #lemon and tangerine #brian tyree henry #aaron taylor johnson

[greenteabelle]

just finished the hunger games films ( not the prequel yet ) and i am sooooo enthralled by katniss and peeta's dynamic !!!!

katniss has never been a people person , she never had to be and why would she ? she knows what desperation can make someone do , living in district 12 has certainly opened her eyes to that more than once . so she keeps to herself , staying low and quiet because that's the true way to stay alive in a world where speaking up earns you a clean bullet between the eyes .

so she hunts . she pulls out her creaky bow and flimsy arrows and fires them at any creature that can earn her family more time to see the dawn of tomorrow . she makes herself strong , because her family needs her . prim needs her .

katniss needs prim .

so she runs out of the crowd to chase after that small silhouette , shouting out those fateful words .

peeta , on the other hand , has only known how to talk with others . in fact , he relishes in it . it's his form of escapism , from the mind-numbing days of sifting , kneading , baking , everything that reminds him of the guaranteed future he's destined for till the day he dies .

so he talks to the customers , asks them about their day and tries to get every bit of info he's unable to gain when he's stuck in the bakery . sometimes , he'll try to crack a joke or two , ones that he knows will always work like a charm , because the eyes he meets don't quite have enough light in them .

so he talks .

and when his name gets called , he prays to god that it will somehow bring him back alive .

thus katniss throws the punches , or in this case the arrows , while peeta charms the masses with his handpicked words .

they are quite literally the perfect partners .

and i'm still feeling so giddy after finishing the series like !!!!!!!!!

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #katniss #peeta mellark #peeta #everlark #is that their cp name i'm just winging this #girlboss katniss and her malewife peeta

[greenteabelle]

an alternate take on the end of purgatory .

it's been quiet for a long time , though q!philza can never quite get used to the loss of hearing tiny feet excitedly jumping around in the grass and cheery tunes on the flute .

but they're safe . asleep with no signs of waking up , but they're here .

so q!philza does the only thing he can think of and prepares for them to wake up .

together, q!philza and q!fit chip away at the ominous black structures , coughing at the dust as it slowly falls apart yet have no sign of stopping . their chatter is light-hearted , though there a bouts of contemplative silence littered throughout .

should they even be removing these structures ? after spending such a long time in purgatory , these terrible sights remain . what if the eggs never wake up ? what if they're trapped in their own version of purgatory and that was their only way of communication -

no .

it's fine .

it has to be .

so they continue to break them apart and though they take care to keep their clothes clean , because the eggs could wake up at any moment and they need to look their best so they don't worry , their fingers are stained with charcoal .

" gosh , who knew cleaning these things up would be such a hassle ? i'm gonna have to scrub my hands like crazy after this . "

q!philza laughs and simply wiggles his obdisian talons at his friend . " lucky for me , no one can tell the difference . "

" ALRIGHT PHIL , GO ON AND HAVE FUN AT MY MISERY NOW WHY DON'T YOU ? "

q!philza only cackles , finding a reprieve from the overwhelming loneliness . they start to make their way back , deciding that they've cleaned up enough , only to be interrupted by a crackle of static .

" to the residents of quesadilla island , we offer you a late welcome back after your vacation . your eggs have been recuperating in the hospital due to their unfavourable conditions , but we are pleased to announce good news . please gather in front of the hospital , and we hope you enjoy the island . "

" fit ? "

" yeah . i'll see you there . "

q!philza tears his way out of the waystone and leaps over the railing on the top of his wall , feeling a brief moment of weightlessness before he descends to the ground . his wings flap wildly against the wind , yet he has the biggest grin on his face .

landing solidly in front of the entrance , he sees him .

chayanne .

his beautiful son .

" chayanne , you're awake ! " q!philza exclaims as he rushes over to the egg , scooping him up into a tight hug . " oh , thank god you're awake . "

before he can fret any further , chayanne wriggles out of his grasp and places down a sign . q!philza begins to walk over to tallulah to reunite with her too , only to stop dead in his tracks when he reads the sign .

[ hello ! who are you ? ]

q!philza's blood runs cold .

" chayanne ? it's me , your dad . "

at this point , tallulah also manages to make her way over and she sticks close to chayanne .

[ chayanne ? who is that ? ]

" it's you , chayanne ! " q!philza answers , hysteria creeping in slowly into his voice . " tallulah , you remember me right ? what happened to your brother ? "

[ why are you calling me tallulah ? do i know you ? ]

" ... what ? "

q!philza staggers back , looking around wildly to find someone who can give an explanation , only to find the hospital empty . the bright lights are gone , the bulbs now dim and flickering , and the walls are overgrown with thick vines . cobwebs litter every corner of the hospital , and there isn't another egg in sight .

[ let's just go , this guy is creeping me out ... ]

[ okok , follow me ! ]

q!philza scrambles to grab them , but his hand passes through their bodies and they vanish .

they're gone .

again .

it's his fault , isn't it ?

maybe if he just kept quiet , nothing would have happened .

he had everything he wanted , and he threw it all away .

again and again and again .

q!philza was never meant to be loved .

not then .

not ever .

slowly kneeling to the ground , he weeps and weeps and weeps until he goes limp .

a dark silhouette watching the screen tilts their head in curiosity , zooming in on the tear-stained face of the man . they turn off the screen and walk out of the room . the halls are empty , dust coating the walls of the unused building . there isn't a single sign of life , yet they hum a nameless tune as they make their way toward a vault .

waving a hand , the door slides open to reveal a single glass coffin in the center of the room , connected to countless tubes that seem to go everywhere .

in the coffin , lies q!philza .

the dark silhouette grins , their single eye widened in manic delight .

" the island needs more than me to survive . congratulations on winning purgatory , philza . "

" welcome to your own personal hell . "

#quackity smp #qsmp #philza minecraft #q!philza #lol i'm back #i have a lot more in mind for q!philza angst #what can i say like streamer like fan am i right #i just think having the prize for winning purgatory being locked in hell is kinda on brand #chayanne #tallulah #q!fit

[greenteabelle]

small update : i'm currently busy with my final assignments so i won't be able to ramble about angsty aus for a week or so ! i'll be back soon with more angst :D

[greenteabelle]

oh , to be gifted with the blessings of life herself , armed with an unbreakable vessel and formidable will , only for you to stand by the side , helpless and alone . 

q!foolish never thought of his immortality as a gift , a blessing even less so . it sends disgusting shivers down his spine , to look someone in the eye only to find a bottomless well of greed in them , so he’s long grown used to moving from one place to another . never staying too long , never striking up a conversation unless absolutely necessary , never leaving without a coat of beige delicately painted on his skin . because he can’t get attached to them . he won’t . 

he won’t be able to refuse them like last time if he does . 

so q!foolish wanders throughout every corner of the universe . and sometimes , just sometimes , he’ll come across kind folks who offer him a place to stay , providing a warm bed and steaming food ; the company is comforting , though he always leaves when daylight breaks . by the time they find his empty bed , nothing of his presence remains . 

( except a few gold nuggets sufficient for years worth of food , but who's to say it's his ? ) 

then he receives a ticket , how they managed to find him still remains a question , for a train to a quaint island he’s never come across , which is yet another mystery he’s yet to solve . so he boards the train and meets people both familiar and unfamiliar , who barely blink at the sight of his aurelian skin , and wonders if he can truly be free . 

then he meets sweet little leonarda , and for the first time in his life , thinks of his powers as a blessing . 

with his totems , q!foolish is able to always ensure that his beautiful child is safe from harm no matter what happens . it’s fine if they don’t often stand in the spotlight , or if they're more often than not dismissed , he’s content to spend time alone with leonarda as they build new structures , leaving a physical mark on the terrible island with their own memories . 

oh , how foolish was the totem of undying , for fate has never been so kind to her children . 

the skin on his knuckles crack and split , yet q!foolish continues to bang at the invisible wall as he screams for his child . they won , didn’t they ? they won . why won’t they let go of their eggs ? why won’t they let him reunite with her ? 

why ? 

as the earth begins to shake and tremble , q!foolish digs his nails into his side and rips a chunk out , uncaring of the cracks that rapidly begin to spread across his body . as it glows and morphs into a totem , he desperately presses it against the wall with both hands , begging for leonarda to take it . he can feel himself falling apart , parts of his limbs crumbling into dust yet he persists . 

“ leo ! please , why can’t i give this to you ? leo ! ”

then the familiar sound of a gong deafens his ears , and by the time he opens his eyes again …

… leonarda’s gone . 

she’s gone . 

his child .

his wonderful child who he has yet again failed to protect . 

gone . 

“ leo ? ”

no one answers . 

because the totem of undying , since the beginning of time to the tomorrow that will always arrive , can only protect himself . 

no matter how hard he tries .

#quackity smp #qsmp #foolish gamers #q!foolish #qsmp leonarda #i'll be honest i have no idea what foolish's lore is #but the clip of him screaming leo's name haunts me #first time writing his character so it was interesting #quackity pay for my therapy

[greenteabelle]

feeling some type of way about q!philza talking about his wings healing . 

as an immortal who has roamed the earth for centuries , q!philza knows how to adapt to his surroundings . against the blazing sun , thunderous rain , snowy blizzards and harsh winds , his wings have gotten used to adjusting to each type of weather no matter where he goes . 

then he wakes up feverish and sweaty on the train to quesadilla island , immediately aware of the sudden loss of weight off his back . he doesn't know what the federation did to his wings , how rough they must have been as they snipped his feathers this way and that , but it did the job . 

now bony and crooked , his wings are useless . 

so he binds them with bandages , eyes red-rimmed from tears , and keeps them hidden securely under his cloak . he pulls himself together and does what he has always done best : move on . 

when he meets chayanne , his wonderful , lovable son , he makes sure that the bandages are just tied a bit tighter . 

because when he is faced with the starry-eyed gaze of wonder for each heroic tale he spins before chayanne's bedtime , he can't bear to tell him the truth . chayanne doesn't need to know how far he's fallen from grace . 

how pathetic he's become . 

but he makes do with life , as he always does , and takes full advantage of the surprising resourcefulness of the island . 

the paragliders . then the tridents . then the grappling squok . the last one still freaks him out with its sounds , but he keeps one on him at all times . 

anything to feel that rush of wind blowing against his hair , the weightless moments in the vast blue sky . 

then he wakes up in purgatory with the other islanders , not a single item in his possession , and he does the only thing he can do .

survive . 

that alone is hard enough to accomplish , especially when there's a group of misfits looking to him for directions as the island does its very best to get rid of them . despite the odds stacked heavily against them , he is anything but a man who lacks faith . 

so they run as swiftly as they can , fight as desperately as possible , hide as discreetly as they're able .  

over the course of two days , q!philza finds himself standing up for members he's barely interacted with and stepping in with a fierce determination when they're threatened . 

somehow , in the shittiest place imaginable , q!philza has found himself another family to protect . maybe it's the adrenaline , fueling his desperation to finally have a family he can protect . maybe it's the habitual indulgence , finding himself fond over their amusing antics in the face of danger .

whatever it is , it makes him decide to trash the bandages that have grown worn and tattered and leave his wings hanging limply but exposed . 

because in such a fucked up world , who the fuck cares about ugly wings anyway ? 

the members notice , particularly q!jaiden and q!baghera , but they don't ask questions . 

slowly adjusting to the ever-changing obstacles that the island throws at them , they keep pushing and pushing and pushing . things get better . they always do . 

but sometimes … things are too much . 

sometimes there are one too many disasters . 

sometimes there are one too many altercations . 

sometimes there just isn't much hope left to go on . 

the first time one of those moments happen , q!philza finds q!jaiden and q!baghera still awake despite the late hour , huddled close to a campfire and their eyes dazed from fatigue . they're unusually quiet and twitch ever so often as the flames dance dangerously close to them . before he can stop himself , he asks them a question . 

“ could i preen your feathers ? ”

their matted wings haven't escaped his notice even since day one , but he didn't want to overstep at the time . perhaps even now he's overstepping , so he scrambles to retract his question with an awkward excuse , only for them to nod quickly without a moment's hesitation . 

so he shows them the ropes , and guides them through each step he takes as he handles their feathers with painstaking care . 

he also doesn't ask why they don't know how to do it themselves . 

just as he's done with both of their wings , he fully expects them to go to sleep immediately , finally finding some peace in the midst of constant chaos . what he doesn't expect , is for them to ask if they can do the same to his wings . 

his broken , pathetic wings . 

his first instinct is to refuse , as kindly as possible of course , but when he's met with the poorly disguised nervousness on their faces , what else can he do but say yes ? so he agrees , going against every instinct in his body for exposing the weakest part of himself to others . 

and when they touch the first feather , q!philza physically restrains himself from swiping at their throats with his sword , digging his nails into his palms with a white-knuckled grip . as they continue , he can't quite conceal the violent shudder down his spine , but it gradually resides that by the time he finally has the sense to check on them , he's horrified by the sight of blood on their hands . 

he immediately fusses over them , the guilt over not warning them beforehand about the razor sharp edges of his feathers making him sick to his stomach , but they only grin brightly . 

“ didn't we do a good job , philza ? look at your wings ! ”

sure enough , his wings look better . 

it's still tattered and utterly useless , but they do look better . 

“ you did great . let's find some bandages for your cuts and i'll teach you how to avoid hurting yourself in the future . ”

the next day , the three of them look the most rested they have ever been since the day they stepped foot on this island . 

so it becomes a thing . every night before they turn in , q!philza helps them clean their feathers and they do the same for him . eventually , q!cellbit , q!foolish and q!charlie join them when their curiosity is too obvious to ignore . their movements are clumsy and inexperienced , yet their touches are gentle . 

a new routine is thus added to each member's day , though it feels as natural as if they've been doing it since day one . 

one day , q!philza is gathering resources with q!etoiles for the team , when the latter makes an off-handed remark . 

“ by the way , phil , your wings look cooler than before . ”

“ aww , thanks mate . ”

then the words really hit him . 

slowly , q!philza extends his wings forward and sure enough , they look different now . there's visibly more feathers than before , almost covering his bones completely , and even a faint gradient sheen on them . his wings feel solid now , not just hollow reminders of what they once were . 

they look familiar now . 

when he sees the secretive smiles his members share as they see him spread his wings a little more , a feeling of overwhelming fondness fills his heart . how does he thank them ? how does he show how grateful he is for having members as wonderful as them ? 

he plans . 

every night , after their preening session and everyone has gone to bed , he sits on the edge of his bed , which is really just a straw mat , and spends just a bit extra time to stretch his wings and preen those feathers . there’s hope blooming in his chest , for the first time in a long time , and he persists . 

then on the final day of battle , q!philza spreads his wings . 

across the expanse of the blood red sky , he soars .

#quackity smp #qsmp #philza #q!philza #i hate the tumblr app for not having an auto-save feature #i had to rewrite this entire thing and it ran a bit from me #a q!philza au that's finally not angsty ? shocking !

[greenteabelle]

i want to see q!philza , on the brink of insanity after the events of purgatory , return to quesadilla island and not even blink at the fact that his eggs are being impersonated .

the theory about the code that it's a failed experiment of what the eggs are is so compelling to me , because its target has always been the eggs . because it failed , it's forced to hide from the eyes of the newly arrived islanders , watching quietly as they welcome the eggs with awed gasps and delighted cooing .

why can't it be with the other eggs ?

why can't it have their love ?

so when the islanders return , the code shifts into the one egg it sees the most on the federation's posters and videos : chayanne .

and it knows the risks , it's been killed by q!philza for doing the exact same thing before , for goodness sake .

but it yearns , for any possibility at all , that it might be treated like a normal child and receive the love and affection it's always wanted .

so it dons the duck floatie , found from one of the storage rooms of the federation , and hesitantly waddles over to the crooked-winged man . it hands him a piece of toast , lathered with a coat of avocado paste , waiting dreading his reaction .

then the man only smiles in relief and hugs it tight .

" my child , you're safe . "

and life continues . it follows q!philza wherever he goes , planting potatoes and cooking up whatever dishes it's spent the night under the covers studying , and it seems fine .

yeah , q!philza sometimes stares at it with a blank face when he thinks it isn't looking , and maybe he hesitates a bit too long whenever he calls it " chayanne " . the other adults also act a little weirdly around it , talking with hushed whispers and worried expressions .

but at the end of each day , q!philza tucks it cozily in chayanne's its bed and tells it a bedtime story .

and every night , before he settles in the green chair and sleeps , q!philza will always ask it one thing .

" i'll see you tomorrow ? "

and like always , it will nod cheerfully , unaware of the brief crack in q!philza's expression before it returns to his usual kind smile .

the code is happy .

q!philza will be too .

#quackity smp #qsmp #philza #q!philza #code monster #chayanne #ok my daily quota for angst has been fulfilled #but i honestly love the code egg theory #so what else could i do but write an angsty au for it :D

[greenteabelle]

orv au based on one thousand and one nights where kim dokja is the sacrificial bride of his town to be wed to the kingdom's tyrannical king yoo joonghyuk .

kdj is used to being alone . ever since his mother left without a single word after she was accused of dabbling in the dark arts , he's left to bear the scrutinising gazes of the villagers . rumours circulate in whispers , though he hears them all the same , accusing him of inheriting his mother's curse because why else does he have that strange gloominess surrounding him ? he becomes an easy target for bullying , but he never goes down quietly . after all , he has fought better with words .

because if one thing is for certain , kdj is observant . he will listen to their self-righteous words and hear their venomous secrets , take in their luxurious robes and see what they try to hide , endure their beatings and find their weakest spots . no matter how badly he aches nor how suffocating his heart , he finds the right words and strikes where it hurts .

and once they throw the first punch , well , it's self defense is it not ?

and kdj is resigned to his fate . he doesn't expect to find kindness in others , for life as a mundane citizen in a kingdom constantly on the brink of war makes no room for generosity .

but he meets good people .

yoo sangah who sneaks him bread for breakfast every morning ;

han sooyoung who throws him stolen books from the scornful librarian ;

lee hyunsung who defends him when the fights get too rough ;

jung heewon who offers him a place to hide when running is the only option .

so kdj is content .

until one day , the village head wants to rise higher in the ranks of nobility , and secretly makes a deal with the party that opposes the supreme king . the laws of the kingdom mandate that the king's bride must be chosen by the council of nobles , so they scheme to find a bride who can remove the king once and for all .

so the village head thinks of kdj , rumoured to have inherited his mothers dark arts , and offers him up as a sacrificial bride .

before kdj can even try to escape , he's drugged and whisked away to the supreme king's castle .

when he wakes up to the glint of a blade aimed directly at his throat , kdj does the only thing that comes to mind in his desperation to see another day .

"let me tell you a story , before i go . "

momentarily stunned by kdj's bravado , yjh allows it with cruel amusement .

so kdj just talks .

he tells him the story of a gamer who is thrown into an apocalyptic world where death comes knocking at every moment . he rambles on and on , scrounging every nook and cranny of his brain to glean each detail to bring the story to life . as each hour passes , yjh slowly lowers his sword and sits back to hear the story .

and just as the first slivers of sunlight start to break over the horizon , kdj says this :

" and that is the end of the protagonist's first life . "

" ... first ? "

" yes, your majesty . "

" how many lives does he have after this one ? "

" one thousand more . "

the corner of yjh's lips quirk up slightly , though kdj doesn't dare to call it a smile . it's obvious that the man has seen through his plot , though he doesn't comment on it .

" to a thousand nights of our marriage , then . nothing more , nothing less . "

then night after night , kdj is brought to yjh's chambers to continue his story . their interactions begin to bleed into daylight , as yjh seems to gradually integrate kdj into his life . he gets to know lee jihye , commander of the royal guard , lee gilyoung and shin yoosung , caretakers of the beasts etc. and he grows attached to them .

for some unfathomable reason , yjh even allows kdj to contact his old friends .

as each day passes , kdj gets to know the elusive king a little more . their banter never gets tiresome , and it is always a delight for kdj to see a glimpse underneath that cold mask he hides behind . he starts to genuinely care for him .

perhaps a bit too much .

so when the deadline of their marriage arrives , kdj makes a decision .

" ... and that is the end of my story . "

" kim dokja , why won't you look at me ? "

" why are you doing this to me ? "

" doing what ? "

" doing such cruel things to me . i have no more stories to tell , meaning that my time , no matter how delayed , is now up . today is the date of my execution , yet you still look at me as if I were your most prized possession , when I no longer hold any value . "

" your stories do not equate to your value , kim dokja . "

" do you mean for me to believe that you will continue to keep me by your side even when I have no story left to tell ? "

" why would you believe anything else ? "

" my story is finished , what other story is there left for me to share ? "

" then , my beloved , perhaps we shall write our own story . together . "

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #yoo sangah #han sooyoung #lee hyunsung #jung heewon #lee jihye #lee gilyoung #shin yoosung #alternate universe #au #ok this was an old idea i had like 2 years ago but never got around to writing it #i don't think i even have the abilities to do it justice LMAO #so here it is on my third day back on tumblr #thank you for reading

[greenteabelle]

thinking about how philza's character in every universe (or server lol) never really gets their happy ending .

hc!philza is destined to roam his world forever alone , with only remnants of history left to accompany him . so what if he continues to find structures and hints of what once was ? he's missed the opportunity to experience all the mythical stories he can only glean from pieces of rubble . he's alone , and he always will be .

dsmp!philza was forced to kill his son as soon as he finally found him after radio silence . and even when he returns as a phantom , he never really manages to bridge that deep chasm in their relationship . the one true friend that he could always rely on , whether as they ruled the entire world together or simply spent their days secluded in the snowy mountains , couldn't make it to the end . two immortal gods , finding solace in each other's loneliness only for one to be left alone again at the very end .

osmp!philza was left with nothing but empty promises as his friends left the safe haven he built with them one by one . he reunites with them a few times in the future , sure , but he can never really reminisce about their times together without leaving a bad taste in his mouth . even at the very end , he can't find the one friend who spared him those lonely times , always just a universe behind his little fella .

30days!philza died with his back turned to the one he trusted the most . despite all his years of experience teaching him to never let his guard down , he does . because he trusts wilbur . and so the last thing he sees as he's pushed off the ledge is the wide-eyed mortification in wilbur's eyes . and it's bittersweet , to know that he would exchange his own life if it meant that his could be returned . but the damage is done , and the ending is bittersweet .

and now , q!philza .

burdened with the task of caring for an egg with a partner he barely knew , he did the one thing he never thought he would do : play it safe . with the threat of the federation , the monstrous creatures that roam the island and the code that seemed hellbent on killing them , he played as an innocent bystander in every major event . because when you've lived a life as long as philza's , you know the worst that the world has to offer , and he so desperately wants to shield his child's innocence . despite the knowledge that chayanne may never remember their time together when he hatches , that the fabled dragon may simply devour him once it finds chayanne in his possession , he protects chayanne .

how could he not , when chayanne is the one he can finally protect for once ?

then he's ripped right out of his clutches once again , along with tallulah whom he's grown unavoidably fond of ( because it's wilbur's daughter , what other outcome could he truly expect ? ) , powerless to do anything . in his desperation to be reunited with his children once more , he ignores every single alarm bell that rings as he makes his way to the birdhouse .

even as he's freed , he's haunted by birds that seem to follow him wherever he goes , as though someone is always watching and reminding him of the consequences of rebelling .

purgatory ?

the name explains itself quite aptly , i believe .

so i guess the whole point of this post is just to appreciate that no matter the tragedy that constantly surrounds philza's characters in every universe he's in , he still keeps going forward .

#philza #philza minecraft #hardcore season 4 #dream smp #dsmp #origins smp #osmp #30 days smp #quackity smp #qsmp #idk how long i'll be able to keep up these angsty posts #but i'll continue to live laugh love in the angst that phil provides ig

[greenteabelle]

what it means to be human (dsmp au)

A blob of slime emerges from the rubble after the L'Manburg war, but no one notices, far too distracted by the explosions from before.

Before it can ponder what to do, it overhears a conversation between a man with broken wings and a man with a brown jacket.

They seem familiar to the slime, though it takes quite a bit of time before he realises that he's seen them before, and that the winged man looks older than he remembers.

It quietly watches the two as they scream at each other, and it isn't until it sees the familiar glint of a diamond sword that he realises the brown jacket man wants to die.

“Why would he want to die, when he was so lucky to be born as a human?”

It continues to watch as he sees the broken-winged man crumble to the ground, hugging the man's body until it fades away into nothing, like every other time it'd seen it happen before.

Yet for some reason, it feels strange, like it didn't want that to happen again.

Again?

That's when it remembers a life it once lived, one where it had an actual name.

Charlie.

The two people seemed different from what he just saw, where instead of a father and son, they were friends.

He remembers being killed, but he doesn't feel too sad, only a little surprised when he finds himself floating a few feet away from his fading body.

He watches over them, interested in who will survive the longest amongst them before the apocalypse arrives. When he sees Wilbur sneak up behind Phil, he can just feel that something bad will happen and rushes towards them.

Phil slips through his fingers as he fumbles to catch him, and he can see the pure fear and shock in the man's eyes.

The next moment, Phil lies on the ground, body contorted from the fall with his eyes wide open.

To Charlie's surprise, Phil's spirit emerges from the body.

Just as he's about to call out to him, he notices the man's gaze and follows it, only to find Wilbur leaning over the ledge with a horrified expression.

Tears spill out of Wilbur's eyes as he keeps shaking his head, continuously muttering to himself “I didn't mean it I didn't mean it I didn't mean it-”

Charlie looks back to Phil to see what he'll do, but the man simply shrugs and smiles before he turns away to leave.

He wants to call out to the man, but Phil vanishes in a blink of an eye.

He desires to continue watching over them, but his soul is slowly and surely crumbling apart, so he uses his remaining energy to wish as hard as he can.

“I hope I can see them again, in my next life.”

Charlie gets his wish, by regaining his memories as a slime in the future, albeit a million years later, during the L’Manberg explosion.

But his memories are jumbled, and he’s lost all of his humanity to boot, so he merely treats the memories as if they were stories, though it does invoke a strong sense of curiosity to understand humans better.

So he continues to watch over the people, taking in their sorrow, happiness, anger and violence, always hidden amongst the cracks of the walls and beneath the earth.

He wants to join them, but his body isn’t strong enough so he works on his morphing abilities, practising everyday until he eventually manages to mimic a human form.

But that’s when Quackity catches him and takes him under his wing.

At first, he stays because Quackity teaches him many things, more than he’d ever learned on his own, but after a while he decides to stay with the duck altogether.

Because he’s his first friend!

However, good things don’t last long because Quackity gets killed during his visit to Dream, which panics Charlie because he promised the duck that he wouldn’t die.

Traumatised and lost, he stays in Las Nevadas even with everyone leaving, quickly turning the once flashy and dazzling Las Nevadas into a ghost town.

Wilbur visits, surprised by Charlie wearing the beanie, and has a talk with him.

“Wilbur from L’Manburg, why do humans like violence so much? Why would humans waste their time and energy to kill people when they all turn to dust eventually?”

“It’s because we’re human, Charlie. We’re too stupid, emotional and sensitive. Human emotions are ticking time bombs; Once you push them past its limit, it goes off.”

“Like the time you blew up L’Manburg!”

“…Exactly.”

“Do you miss Quackity from Las Nevadas? That’s why you’re here, right?”

“…Are you always this honest, Charlie?”

“What do you mean, Wilbur from L’Manburg?”

“Do you always ask questions this direct?”

“Yep! Humans fascinate me, so I make sure to ask questions to understand them better! Though I still can’t really understand them…”

“Huh. To answer your question, I suppose I do, though I’d never admit it in front of him.”

“Why not? Didn’t you care about Quackity?”

“…”

“If you cared about Quackity from Las Nevadas, why wouldn’t you have let him know? I cared about him, so I made sure to give him lots of hugs and ‘dap-me-ups’! Wilbur from L’Manburg, you’re a strange human.”

“…Quackity was lucky to have you by his side, Charlie.”

“…I hope that is true!”

One day, Charlie realises that he can't keep his human form much longer because his metamorphosis is starting. He thinks that it's only going to be for a short while, so he promises Wilbur that he'll only be gone for a few months at most.

But months turn to years and Wilbur bids his final goodbye before Quackity's broken grave.

“It was nice knowing you, both of you. But I guess that it was just never meant to be.”

When Charlie returns, excited and giddy from his new form, there is no one alive left to greet him.

After gathering information from other slimes, he realises that something akin to natural selection had occurred, not leaving a single human alive.

Instead, there are familiar faces in unfamiliar forms, as though they aren't entirely human at all, with seemingly no connection to the place that he grew attached to.

And just like that, he sees them again.

Phil, with obsidian wings as he soars through the sky.

Wilbur, with twinkling laughter as he breezes through walls.

“Perhaps in this lifetime, they will be happy.”

#slimecicle #philza #wilbur #dsmp #hardcore smp #osmp #au #minecraft #mcyt #this is old but i'm never finishing this so why not

[greenteabelle]

so i started playing a mobile game yesterday, and i already love it. it definitely isn't a game in a traditional sense where you can de-stress by playing it, but it's also calming in a way.

it's called "Rainy attic room".

from what i can glean from the game itself, it's originally a korean game, so the translations are a bit off but otherwise completely understandable. the game itself is about caring for your depressed friend and helping them slowly get better by talking to them.

at first glance, it's an incredibly boring game.

we begin at the attic of the character, which looks bleak to say the least. there's no colour in the room, including the character, and there is little to no furniture in the area except for the untouched boxes that lay all over the floor. the only course of colour in the environment comes from the scenery outside the window, but even that has a sense of sadness to it thanks to the constant gray skies and heavy rain that never seems to end.

to clean up the surroundings, you need to talk to the character, but even that seemed like a chore at first. you need hearts to do that, and you have to talk to the character five times in order to get one heart.

but here's the thing: each chance to talk to the character requires a cooldown of five minutes.

so what do you do when you're waiting for those five minutes to end?

you wait.

you can use the time to collect water drops to buy furniture for the character, but that's basically it. you wait.

of course, you can watch ads to refill those chances to talk, but even those are limited by the developers.

depression isn't an illness you can cure by just talking. it doesn't work like that in real life. it takes time, and my god does it take time, but slowly and eventually, you'll get there.

so yeah. i'm in love with this game. and i hope that you'll feel the same as well.

the link to download it is right below:

#rainy attic room