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[fantasy-mixtapes]

Riz Gukgak Season 1 Playlist Breakdown

Yeah so I really quickly posted my Character playlists to get them out there asap but god I put sooooo much thought into them and I love them so much so I want to talk about each song so you can take a peek into my brain and see what the worms have been cooking. I'll make like a masterlist with links and stuff once I get more out but yeah this one's going first because I decided to go table order right to left.

For all my playlists I choose songs based on a bunch of criteria which is but is not limited to :

vibe

whether I think the character would like the song/artist

whether I can picture the song playing in the background

If the lyrics match up to a specific scene or feeling

if, when put together the general character arc can be reflected in the playlist

if the songs cohesively go together (i.e. similar vibes, genres, themes)

For Riz, the playlist consists of a mix of Alt Rock, 80s/90s, Math Rock, and Punk/Grunge. Here's the playlist if you haven't listened to it

Without further ado... Lets get into it

1. Happy to Hide, Pile of Love

Smiling between my teeth Acting up accordingly Why do I waste my time performing? I don't see the comedy you see In all the scenes involving me As if I wasn't dull and boring I'm happy to hide I'm happy to leave with no goodbye Would you believe me if I said I couldn't cry?

I wanted to start with the classic early 2000s "I'm a nerd in high school" movie song. I can picture this at the start of a movie starring Riz, where he gets to school and gives out his business cards, and it's Not Working, and he doesn't understand why. I also love the way that being "happy to hide" works with his rogue class :)

2. We Are Detectives, Thompson Twins

Someone is on our tail We think they're openin' up our mornin' mail (Whoa) And now each time the telephone rings We think of frightening things We are detective We are selective We are detective Come to collect

This song is so fun and so camp, very 80s alt, I think Riz would love it. I also think it kind of shows how while Riz is definitely extremely serious about the Missing Maiden Case, he is also playing out one of his biggest fantasies and is a high schooler snooping around corners.

3. Daysleeper, R.E.M.

I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache gray Don't wake me with so much The ocean machine is set to nine I'll squeeze into heaven and Valentine My bed is pulling me, gravity Daysleeper

We love our insomniac little guy

4. Cops and Robbers, The Hoosiers

Got your revolution, now you're waging war again Marching on the spot when you should have made amends You say you fight for us, cross your heart and hope to die You're a bully in the playground and we'll hang you out to dry Blame Simon 'cause he said You've got two lives down and one life left Blame Simon 'cause he said You could think better with a hole in your head

Listening to The Hoosiers brings me back to my high school days. This song for me really gets at the change in tone that the "mystery" goes through, specifically with Riz and his relationship with Biz Glitterdew. The way the song kind of starts out as a fun kitchy romp and then devolves into a screeching violent swirl really shows how out of everyone, even though Riz was probably the closest with Biz at the start, he was definitly the one ready and willing to hold him violently accountable for his actions. Riz shows you how to deal with violent incels.

5. Big Sea, Crash Of Rhinos

We'll stand trial, our will won't be broken Your mistake is not that you care, it's that you don't notice Our favorite part is not how this ends It's just how its starts And just that it starts I'll paint you from my memory

I do think that Riz would absolutely love math rock and I do not mind going to jail for that opinion (because every guy that I've met that likes math rock has been proven to be not great - but I'm holding out). Either way, do you guys remember how they literally were in jail for months. Like Riz "son of a cop (at the time)" "The Ball" Gukgak spent several months in jail not being able to do anything but ruminate on the case, what he could have done differently, and what could be happening without them present. Yikes.

6. Black Dragon Fighting Society, My Chemical Romance

Yeah, I drink juice when I'm killing 'cause it's fucking delicious ... Switing out my style bring a friend out with Better grab your soul from the fingers of death I got a medical emergency A medical emergency We got a medical emergency A medical emergency (Mayday, they call the shots, yeah)

This is the type of song that you play during a full throttle drag out feral goblin fight, and its' the song that Riz deserves to end the season with, since he and his mom ate the fucking dragon that killed his dad. Hell yeah.

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[0oolookitsme]

Carving Pumpkins and Making a Memory

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Artist!Harry x Housewife(tuition teacher)!Y/n

Warnings- None, just fluff <3

Word Count- 3.3k

A/n- Happy Halloween in advance everyone!! Here's a cozy fic because I couldn't write a spooky one lmao. Hope you enjoy!

All of the Halloween decoration was up in the house, spread everywhere as if this house was made to be lived in during the spooky month only. All those cute white ceramic ghosts that Y/n had thrifted were up on her over-flowing bookshelves in the living room while a black-coloured hand-shaped candle that looked scary when burning was placed in Harry’s art room- a fact he wasn’t very fond of. He remembers her excuse being that their baby, Opal, doesn’t crawl in their considering the fact that the door to it is always closed and when it is open, she’s fast asleep. And that if Opal were to see, she’ll be scarred.

The leaves outside have started turning a tinge of red and yellow from their edges. All the animals seem to be scattering around to collect food and get ready for the winter season.

Y/n, who had entered the kitchen to make tea and warm up some milk, is now enchanted by a Squirrel collecting seeds from the tree branch that hangs over the kitchen window.

Just yesterday evening, when she had gone to pluck out some flowers from one of the flower beds in the park right in front of her apartment, she had accidently ripped out a clutch of soil by pulling on a stubborn stem- and while she had been mad at the dirt on her skirt, she had also been mesmerized by the sight of more than ten nuts and seeds stored in there.

She can only hope that it’s the same squirrel in whose storage of food she had added some more seeds. And that the storage was 0f a squirrel only. She’d just like to believe that better than it belonging to a naughty kid.

She’d also like to believe that it’s Harry who has woken up and is padding around the house and not some ghost she accidently summoned or jinxed.

“Good morning.”

She’s sure that it’s his voice which is sounding -unusually- very much awake. Turning to face him, she eyes him suspiciously, observes his wet hair and comes to a conclusion that he’s showered and ready for the day. “Let me guess …because of ‘two days before Halloween’?”

“Mhm,” he nods, encircling his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss onto her lips which are pulled into a smile. He can taste her cinnamon flavoured lip balm, making him crave the first batch of cookies of Fall he had baked yesterday with the two people who make him a family man- his 10months old daughter and his ever-lovely wife.Yes, Opal had sprinkled a little too much cinnamon powder on them, but they still ended up tasting good!

He steps away after pressing one final kiss on her now dry lips, that perfect flavour now on his lips. Moving to her side, he also peeks a look at the scenery outside through their window, taking a cautious look at her face after a few seconds. “Don’t you think it’s the perfect day to carve pumpkins?”

Closing the lid of the electric water warmer, she turns to look him dead in the eyes. “Don’t pretend that the weather made you think that, H,” she dead-pans, her eyes falling in splits while a smile creeps up the corners of her lips.

His eyes on the other hand, instantly light up at her light and good mood, laughing out breathily in relief. “Please! Don’t you think it’d be so fun to do that with honeybug!” He tries to convince her fully, seeing she’s halfway there by herself, and also referring to their baby as ‘honeybug.’ That’s a nick name he’s sure she wouldn’t appreciate when she’s a little older and understands things better.

“You did not bring her into this you knob-head!” She whisper-yells, stabbing his chest with her index finger.

Mumbling two small ‘ow’s, he immediately continues: “I’ll take that as a, yes?” Cheering when she pulls on a smug face. “Should we do it right now?” He asks excitedly.

“why not,” she answers just as giddily. “I’ll bring Opal.”

It only takes her a few strides before she’s opening her bedroom door and seeing a giggling Opal, playing and trying to reach the toy hanging down the middle of her crib. She still hisses in pain at seeing that new-bigger crib that destroyed their budget for the month of August. She doesn’t know why they didn’t just buy a bigger one in the first place- maybe it was because they never thought of her growing up ‘not enough to have her own bed but enough to not sleep in a crib’ and maybe it was also because she was feeding so well that she was growing up faster and healthily.

Though all that pain sweats off of her when y/n’s eyes land on Opal once again. Her flushed out cheeks and the two small milk-teeth that have grown in the center of her upper gum make her look so cute that y/n could literally dress her up as a bunny for the Halloween.

Wait. That’s a such a cool idea! She’s got the two teeth at front, she’s growing up fast- referring to tall, so she can be that rabbit from Winnie the Pooh! Holy-

A squeak from Opal snatches y/n’s attention and she’s almost running to cradle her frame in her arms. “Good morning,” she greets her, rubbing their noses together gently as she walks back into the kitchen to discuss the outfit idea she just had with Harry first, and then plan out the pumpkin carving. Just as she raises her eyes to see Harry, her eyes meet the sight of paint brushes and paint boxes -black and orange specifically- spread out on the kitchen slab.

“And what is all this?” She asks, snapping him out of his trance.

“Oh, I’ve planned something, come here,” he urges her, motioning his hand in his direction for her to come to him. When she does, he bends down to presses a kiss onto their daughter’s cheeks and then straightens back up, looking over at y/n to make sure he still has her attention- which he definitely does. “I was thinking about painting Opal’s hands with black paint, and then placing them onto the sides of that small white pumpkin, then placing our painted hands below hers …that’d look spooky and make a good memory to look back onto, yeah?’

“That’s such a cool idea, but I’m sure we’ll need to be careful with the hand placements or else we might ruin it,” stating she nods along with Harry. “Also, I had an idea too. I saw her teeth and thought we can dress her up as the rabbit from Winnie the Pooh!”

That makes him laugh- laugh out loud. “Don’t embarrass her like that!” He squeaks out, calming from laughing. “But she’d look so much cuter, so we can surely do that… maybe do her hair in two pigtails too as in the bunny’s ears!”

She gasps in ‘oh that’s such an awesome idea’ and high-fives him as they both grin over each other’s quite impressive ideas.

“’Kay so I’ll feed her, you start off by carving out your pumpkin and please take the seeds outside of it, I need to dry some of them,” she requests as she pours in half a spoon of honey in the milk bottle and mixes it with the same.

Humming in response, he takes out the first orange pumpkin he sees when he opens the lower cabinet and places it on the dining table, beside the big knife.

A cold breeze pushes into the warm environment inside their home through the open window and instinctively, y/n takes the shawl which she had hung on the back of the chair and drapes it over Opal’s back. Leaning to her side a little bit, she also closes the window to keep Harry from catching a cold, which is very easy for him- as easy as it’s a literal game of his left hand.

The only noise filling the void right now is the sound of Harry plunging a knife in and out of the pumpkin and honeybug sucking on the …nipple thingy of her milk bottle. Y/n isn’t sure if the other two can hear the sound of her lovesick heart beating, but she surely can as it pumps blood in her arteries as dreamily as it can.

Harry on the other hand, puts his right hand inside the pumpkin without any problem and takes out the seeds with all the other wet stuff sticking on them. Putting it all on a plate, he moves towards the sink right beside where the slab ends, and y/n sits with a pink cheeked baby they made. Slowly he washes out the pumpkin from inside, knowing the stickiness inside grosses his wife out and don’t even get him started on how much the flies wandering atop the pumpkin infuriated her that time they didn’t wash it’s inside out.

Considering the fact that Opal’s getting droopy, Y/n moves to take the toy that she had left on the dining table last night while trying to get her to sleep and shakes it over the baby’s head- the sound of balls moving inside trapping her attention. Just as y/n leaves the toy in her hand, her mouth is left open ajar and she puts the bottle aside, placing Opal on the dining table.

Running in the room, she grabs two pillows and comes back to place them behind Opal so that if she were to crawl or roll, the pillow would stop her for enough time in which either her or Harry will be able to get ahold of her.

Taking her phone out of charging, she clicks on Spotify and puts on the ‘sitting by the fire’ playlist she had found just two days ago, feeling very happy when the ‘30mins add free listening’ add pulls up on the screen.

Bumping her shoulder with Harry’s she kisses the dimple that pops out before turning around to take out another pumpkin for herself to carve. Although the moment she bends down to just that, she feels a sneaky slap on her butt followed by an immediate uncontrollable laughter escaping Harry’s nose.

“Seriously, H?” She mumbles, pushing on his butt with hers and unintentionally making him laugh harder.

Dismissing her actions, Harry moves onto carving out the second eye. “You know my dad had named me pumpkin to talk to me when I was still in my mum’s womb. But when I grew up to be a pumpkin lover, he really thought he had cast a spell on me or something,” he laughed after telling her that story for the thousandth time. He just thinks it’s so fun and it’s hard not to think so when she laughs at that every time.

A few high-pitched squeaks are heard from Opal too, causing Harry to gaze at her in awe, while Y/n just laughs at the cute sound.

“Do you have a story about anything paranormal happening to you?” He asks her out of blue when she finally comes back with a same orange pumpkin but slightly bigger. “I don’t and that’s so upsetting to me,” he continues.

Listening to him complain, she chuckles. “I beg your pardon in advance for the disappointment my answer’s going to cause you, H… Because no, I don’t.” He just sighs in defeat as a response.

But jerking, he quickly re-treats and snatches y/n’s phone. Pausing the playlist, he searches for podcasts that tell ghost stories and have convincing ratings.

“Ooh, why didn’t I come up with that?” Y/n meekly says, peaking at the screen from beside him.

He scoffs and frames a smirk on his lips, earning himself a smack on his back from her because of that. Finally settling on a podcast, he presses play on the episode named: ‘Food at a Funeral.’ He places the phone back where it was earlier and fixes his attention on Y/n’s pumpkin, who’s got one eye carved out. Seeing her busy with that, he also fixes his attention back on the eye he was carving on his pumpkin- but not before tickling Opal on a few spots before she ignores him and goes back to playing with her toy.

Once again, the family gets surrounded by some comfortable silence as they be alone with each other.

Not even one of them is listening to podcast, but it’s still nice to have some background noise- no offense. Just as Harry finishes with his pumpkin he asks y/n if she wants some help, but when she dismissed it, he goes to sit on the chair and takes Opal in his lap, playing with her tiny hands and feet, pretending to take a bite of them every once in a while- making her squeak and giggle loudly.

When he starts massaging her back lightly, his mind starts reminding him of that time when Opal was still in y/n’s belly, and she had started kicking by the midst of sixth month. He would try to hold her feet or fist with his fingers every time they would appear on the thin skin of her bump, but she would take her limbs back in- it was as if they used to play cat and mouse. Sometimes it got so intense that Harry had to brush his hands soothingly alongside her bump to get Opal to calm down.

And sometimes Y/n would lie about pain just to get him to massage her anywhere. He even told her that she could just ask, and he would do it, but she continued to lie anyways. It was like a strange fetish of hers during those nine precious months.

Sliding the knife onto the slab, Y/n drags out a chair and takes a seat on it, seeming as if a vampire just sucked a little too much blood out of her. “I’m done, H. You paint her palms, I’ll hold her, so she doesn’t smack you or herself with her painted hands, yeah?”

Harry stands up, placing Opal in the center again before going over to the counter to get the paint and the brushes ready. “You want a massage tonight?” He asks her, not facing her due to sudden shyness.

“Oh my god is that even a question? It’d be so nice if you do it wherever we’ll place these pumpkins. Imagine an earthly scented candle flickering inside a pumpkin while you massage my back. Sounds like heaven to me,” she says, ending it with a dreamy sigh, making harry chuckle on the other side.

“C’mon, just a few more minutes and then you can let your muscles rest,” he encourages her, moving towards Opal to get her near the edge, the pumpkin and themselves.  

Getting up like an old man, she goes to hold the little one’s upper arms, placing a kiss on the top of her head. A wide grin plasters itself on both her and Harry’s faces when he starts painting her palms and she starts squeaking and laughing heartily, probably because of the feeling of the wet brush tickling her soft-tiny palms.

Y/n was still holding Opal as Harry placed her palms on the pumpkin, right in the middle of the sides that can be seen. It takes time to do the same with the second hand on the other side, but once it’s over; they make sure to wash her hands properly before moving onto themselves.

It doesn’t them much time to paint their palms and press them onto the cold surface of the pumpkin, surprised that their hand even fit on that small one. Y/n placed her hands above Opal’s hands and Harry placed his’ below Opal’s, making the print seem like butterfly wings instead of a monstery-pumpkin with three hands.

It looks cute though, so Harry will just carve out its eyes in ink-drop shape and let it be.

Once it’s all done, y/n realized that they indeed lost track of time again. She quickly mashes some banana with some milk and honey in a small bowl and let’s Harry feed it to Opal, while she quickly prepares some spiced up Oats for her and him, feeling absolutely no energy to make anything else and he did feel like having something with spices in it anyways, so.

Stirring the almost done meal, she glances back and sees Opal sleeping with her mouth open, cradled in Harry’s arms. “I’ll just put her in the crib,” he informs her before getting up cautiously and moving out. These are the time when she feels like time is moving by too fast.

She lets the smell of spices fog her mind as she serves it into two bowls and places them on the dinner table, placing a jar of water and two glasses alongside and Harry appears back just in time to start the dinner with her or else she’s sure she would’ve started it without him.

“I’ll place the pumpkins. You just give me the candles ‘kay? You can sit and come down from the high till then. After that, your muscles shall be massaged.” Harry suggests her, taking both of their bowls and placing them in the sink while chuckling.

“Aren’t you tired too, though?”

“You’re a low energy person love, I’ll just need to sleep, and I’ll be up like same in the morning.”

She hums, reaching for a box above the fridge which hoarded all the candles and hands it to him after some struggle. “Thank you,” she appreciates him and pecks his lips before going in her room to change her clothes and brush her teeth.

Harry decides he’ll just massage her in their bedroom so that she can pass out without any worry of getting up and having to switch rooms. He goes and places a pumpkin on his bedside table, so that it doesn’t burn in front of her face and not let her sleep because of the bright light. He’ll just put it away when he too goes to sleep, simple.

He places the other one in the kitchen, thinking she’ll love the smell the earthly scent in the morning. He leaves it in the center of the dining table before rushing to go brush his teeth as well- forgetting about the small pumpkin left on the slab itself.

Doing just one round of brushing, he scrapes his tongue, splashes some water on his face and dries it out by y/n’s towel. It just smells so much like those good-smelling creams she uses, seeing she does her skincare at nighttime.

Coming back out of the bathroom, he huffs when he sees her passed on his side of the bed. Will he be able to move her without waking her up? Cause she has this nasty problem that if she wakes up once, she won’t sleep back easily and won’t let you either.

Before anything else, he very carefully rolls her onto her side, which leaves enough space for him to fit and sleep in- and well, she does roll over so far at night anyways. Then, once inside the blanket, he blows out the candle of the pumpkin on the table, sure that she was smelling its scent and just fell asleep while at that.

Cursing under his breath, he gets out of the bed just as carefully as he entered it and goes to press a goodnight kiss on Opal’s forehead. Then, with a fear that he’ll for sure wake y/n up this time, he gets back in bed and shakily lets his body relax when she doesn’t even as far as stir. Swinging his arm over her waist he moves closer to her back and presses a kiss on the side of her exposed neck, wishing her goodnight and muttering a gentle ‘I love you.’

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[13elmst]

ahhh hello n happy openin day 2 us all!! im gemma ( s/h, 21+ ) n i write for jaehyun and sumi!! i've got their individual intros linked bc it's too long to put in one post xo what's new i cannot shut up : )) below r some event plot ideas that i came up w like 2 seconds ago so they're kinda questionable but anw if u r keen to plot pls LIKE this post n i'll come runnin!! and ofc if u have discord pls lmk bc tumblr ims and i have some longstanding beef...

on the night of the event, JAEHYUN is...

not attending the charity gala thx!! jaehyun is very anti together for daehan so he will not give any money 2 support them ( also he is the charity tq curious currenter 4 pointin that out )!! that said, jaehyun will b helpin get the blue hall ready 4 the afterparty so!! any evo members wna help direct him n get him 2 put his superstrength 2 good use!!! boss him around 🥴

ok i will alw push this agenda but any fans of gangcheori!! imagine u see the new capt there n u think this is the PERFECT time 2 share my strategies !! jaehyun's a pretty approachable dude so i feel like he'd take in on board ( tho he is also p proud so ease it on the pushiness mayb.... )

as per the event description im sure there's gna b an accident or two... who better to call 4 help than the dude w superstrength!! imagine u have a friend passed out somewhere questionable n u need help gettin them outta there n back 2 safety!! perhaps that dude breaking things when he walks past can help u out he looks strong...

alternatively a fight breaks out between u n someone else n jaehyun comes n puts a stop 2 it bc he dc ab fights but !! not @ the blue hall party!! this is evo's moment don't turn it into a crime scene!! OR jaehyun is also v trigger happy n easy 2 anger so if someone from together from daehan / other sporting rally houses annoys him n ur muse is tryna step in between... watch out for those hands tho he packs a mean punch!!!

he's probably taken over as the student bouncer at some point during the night ( for like j a short moment tho cause he wna party too!! ) so what if ur muse rocks up late from the charity gala.... how r u gna convince mr t4d suxx

um jaehyun is a classic fuckboy so yk imagine yall ended wrongly or he treated u not gr8 n yall meet for the first time since yall ended things... wyd

on the night of the event, SUMI is...

attending the shit outta that charity gala she's slashin her aunt's life savings by a QUARTER !!! sumi will b dressed 2 the nines bc one thing she will do is turn up !! imagine u have an art piece put up n sumi bids on it!! then comes 2 u n tells u what a good job u did n how pretty it is

alternatively if she hates it n laughs @ it w her friends n ur in earshot... wyd do u fight her sumi loves 2 gossip but one thing she won't do is throw hands she's a wimp like that

sumi will def be hitting the gala w her red hall girlies so!!! red hall girlies wya!!!

this is meant 2 b a classy event n uh oh sumi's alr kinda drunk... she's laughin a lil too loudly n gettin drinks spilled everywhere r u gna try 2 tell her 2 take it easy!! ( note: it will not work she will at some point in the night dash of, see plot below )

as much as sumi loves t4d she also loves blue hall parties so once 10.30pm comes around ya gorl is dashin!! she'll turn up 11.01pm beggin the bouncer 2 let her in... what if ur the bouncer!! girl who CLEARLY is from the gala tryna have her cake ( attend the charity gala ) n eat it too ( attend the blue hall party ) will u let her in...

IF she gets in she's j gna b partyin the night away!! j generic party plots wud b fun 2 explore hehe i.e. gettin drunk n havin smth messy happenin aka someone's passed out on the toilet n that's the only one that's usable n u n sumi rly need to pee... u gna drag them out or what

#nm:intro #—— gemma shut up! #ok tumblr stopped letting me send welc messages n im scared so....... welcome everyone who didnt get a message im so sry.... #pls dont shadowban me tumblr im a real person

[illomilo]

sup gvng gvng it's jade n happy openin day 2 us all!! i've brought along kang hanna w the big, ginormous, inflated ego that takes up the whole room [kevin hart vc] damn!! she's ur v own blind spot skele who's v loosely based on alice in borderland's akane heiya!! she's also an ex-olympic hopeful in skeet shooting & only rlly survived the apocalypse bc of her older brother who's the actual olympic champ 🤡 anw if u would like 2 hear me blabber on ab hanna then pls find alla that under the cut but if u wanna get 2 the juicier stuff, hit that LIKE button n ill come rollin :~) also if u r a filthy d*scord user like me pls send me ur @ tq luv u mwah!!

generally the most important info is at the top so: taurus sun / aries moon / leo rising

anw her parents were both olympic hopefuls but they alw just missed the cut so after havin their career go nowhere, they eventually switched gears and became olympic coaches in shooting!! bc their olympic career died down they also decided 2 start a family n that's how haneul first came along, n hanna 4y later!!

but her parents nvr rlly gave up on that dream and they rlly projected their ambition onto haneul n hanna!! what this means is the kang siblings grew up w a v regimented, healthy lifestyle n was taught shootin @ a v young age to hopefully one day fulfil their parents' dreams

the both of them absolutely hated it n from this shared trauma of their parents being coaches first n parents second, they became super duper close n were each others' support system <3 practically raised each other atp

both of them were also honestly rlly talented at shooting ( espc skeet shooting ) but haneul was v clearly the better one, and bc he's older too, naturally his parents prep him for the olympics!! bc hanna is considerably younger, they kinda gave up on her to focus on haneul but don't feel bad for hanna bc she loved that shit

ended up goin a lil wild in sch aka doin wtv she wanted for once in her life including!! bullying!! she was a huge rascal honestly n the prob was that she could get away w wtv she wanted bc her parents frankly only cared ab haneul winning gold..... which he did in the 2016 summer olympics : ))) this boosted her popularity n ego in sch so she loved that shit too

haneul thought that winning gold would make his parents finally happy n that they would ease up but he was wrong!! they j wanted more n nth was ever going to be enough n that's when he realised that he was nvr gettin off this train so!! burnt out n all he sneakily released a statement on his instagram sayin that he is retiring n to avoid gettin his ass whooped, he ran off 2 his maternal grandparents place in busan!! bc hanna is super close w her brother, she kinda tags along cause 🖕 her parents

they're hiding out at their grandparents' place when outbreak day happens!! grandpa eats grandma n hanna shoots him n is traumatised by it, but then grandma turns into a zomb n haneul grabs her crying ass outta there n they bolt to busan qz per the govt's instructions

when things settle they get given their tasks n haneul becomes a blacksmith while hanna's assigned 2 b kitchen help!! hanna ofc hates this, is offended by this, loses interest in life bc of this, until fast forward to fireflies origins when haneul tells her that he's been recruited as a fireflies agent!! hanna realises that if the fireflies succeed in overtaking the kdrt, she will nvr have to look at dirty dishes stacked in the sink again so she signs tf up n picks up a gun for the first time in a long time!!

fireflies wins n hanna and haneul remain as fireflies agents!! this is rly bc a) haneul starts 2 rlly believe in the fireflies, b) hanna will b able to watch his back as an agent herself c) hanna does nawt wanna go back 2 the kitchen and d) they're both rly good at shooting so!!

things settle n haneul even finds love <3 then word ab div4 recruiting volunteers spreads n haneul, being the golden boy and olympian shooter, gets pressured 2 join!! n honestly, he would have in a heartbeat if not for his oopsie baby that's due in 8ish months!! no one knows ab it yet except hanna, but haneul feels torn ab fighting for a cause he genuinely believes in n not wanting to disappoint the fireflies, but also putting his life in danger so his kid may grow up without a father!! the night before div4 starts their mission hanna convinces him to let her join instead bc she wants to prove that she's more than just his sibling ( false she does not give a shit she knows she's top shit but it's the only way to guilt her brother into letting her do this for him ) but yes kids!! that's the story of how ur post-apocalyptic day mulan ends up in div4!!

thank u and more importantly sorry 4 makin u read alla that but !! ive also incl some plots below!! we can use them as startin points 4 our sick cool plots n threads 🤪

orite 20+ skeles line up them gen zs gotta unite!! also anyone who studied hs in seoul it wud b mighty cool for yall to b from the same hs

btw hanna n haneul, hanna is def the annoying one and haneul is rlly like the best most accommodating dude, dependable n mild-mannered, the man u bring home 2 ur parents so anyone who was mayb friends w haneul!! hanna n haneul didn't rlly share their friendships but bc of how close they are, it wouldn't be unlikely for u to have bumped into hanna at one point or another ( n maybe ur even like you are his sister?? damn yall r so different........ 1 is humble 1 is a peacock n yet that's also not the one who won the olympics huh weird )

on the topic of haneul i would love love love 2 have someone b related 2 haneul's girlfriend!! mayb her sibling or cousin or smth!! that would make hanna ur ( distant ) relative <3

also on the topic of haneul bc hanna cannot exist w/o him,, someone who was friends w haneul n not rly w hanna but yall see each other around a lot n mayb yall were both determined 2 volunteer for div4 then one day hanna appears from the shadows n is like don't put haneul's name down for him put mine instead n she tells u her super secret most brilliant plan that can only come from the descendent of einstein himself

hanna can get rly annoyin so mayb back when yall were fireflies agents on patrol she made a snarky comment ab the way u held a gun r u gna tolerate that disrespect!!!!

wud also b funny if back when the kdrt was ruling in busan qz n u were that bitch who were alw tryna sneak in seconds n hanna was like 🖕 refusing 2 help u out unlike the other kitchen hands bc she just didn't want to : )) kdrts rules sorry <3

yall were up in arms during the rebellion or mayb she even mistook u for a traitor / kdrt apologist n held u @ gunpoint until someone stepped in 2 clarify ur position

tw death wud also love 2 explore hanna's emotional side like ik her grandpa was a zomb but she still killed him n that shit haunts her......... mayb u idk found her crying on his birthday n yall had a heart 2 heart n now she's a lil awk around u bc she never lets anyone see her emotional side bc she doesn't have one she's Perfect lil miss can do no wrong <3

wud b cute for hanna 2 innocently crush on someone age appropriate <3 wud lov 2 see her flailing 4 once

also mayb yall dont know each other well n this mission is rlly the first time ur putting each others names 2 ur faces!!! will yall get along or argue?? crystal orb let us know!! 🧐

#frf:intro #⊹˳⁺ ♡ 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘛𝘙𝘠 𝘋𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘚 ›› out of character.

[aphrorite]

practicing gratitudes ⌗1!

01/06/24 it a new day and now i get to edit this and make it super pretty, since last night i was sleepsy late...! i would encourage any other regressors, cgs, or even lurker user to practice gratitudes too, it really helpful, soothing n healing to reflect on the day!

highlights of the day ✰ having delicious food 4 dindins! snow cheddar chicken wing and curly fry! ♡ deliciohsos :3 🍗🍟😋 ✰ paintings my nail!!! i think ysterday or day before when i showersd i painted my nail a pretty sparjly with pink rosy tint. the sparkles were different 4 each nail so i made it uniform ^_^”” now it look closer to hows i want it! *\(^o^)/* 🎉🫶

✰ my mom spent time with me and help me straigjtns my long hair, 💆🏻‍♀️ i tells her i go do my hair and she tag along and helpy 🩷🎀

i am grateful for ... 1. delicious food and snackies 🍿🍫 2. yummy hydrating cold water! 🧊 3. pink blankies and my stuffies 🧸🐰

3 things i accomplished ✰ dancing to bts for 17 minute!!! 💜🦄 it so difficult but from all year of knowing them i still have muscle memory of majority of dance! i jumpy around and giggles!

✰ making sure drink lot of water! woke up lippy chap :S so had like 3-4 cupp o’ 500mL and was on tracks wit it !!! so hydrates 💧

✰ i did my daily neccesities! i brush my pearly tooth, brush my lion mane becus it use to fight off all the bad nightmawrw, and i did my girlskincare so i can have super soft and clear skin! 🧺🧸

something i am proud of

✰ i proud myself 4 pushijg through my sadness n be able opick self back up. inam always dread exercise becos my ocd mess wit it, however to enjoy dancing wit nobody round nobody judge jus me and random bts dance is big step! 🪩 yesterday did walking, today was written plan to do arm workout and outdid arm workout for full body! i did really good feel really pohwed and twireds so try be happy bout my step forwards and celebrate my victories! 🏆

✰ i also has to b honest to my friend more. if i am honest snd they are a good friend they will understand and hear me out, even openins up too. I MADE MY VOICE HEARD. I DID IT! pats on my back simce ws so so sooo nervous about it.

what did i learn today?

✰ crying or feeling emotions doesnt mean you failed. you have urself and u are so strong 4 picking urself up. u never needed anyone else; only u and ur own love. u are so precious and everything will be okay.🩷

tomorrow i look forward to ...

✰ cleaning my desk, spend time wit cat, more exercising! eating good foods, and making purchase for stationery + new drawinf tablet!

#sfw agere #sfw agere blog #agere #aphrorite lil speaks #agere blog #agere positivity #gratitude #agere journal

[jewwyfeesh]

Dream Live BNS - Day 3

Writer: Happy Elements

Characters: Amagi Rinne, HiMERU, Oukawa Kohaku, Shiina Niki

Translated by: stcrfeesh

Proofreading by: jewwyfeesh (CN); greeneyedexecutioner (EN)

Season: Autumn

Location: Simple Studio

Niki: Heyya～ heyya～! Hey everyone～How have you all been～!

HiMERU: We have finally come to the last day of the DREAM LIVE: BRAND NEW STARS!! concert.

Kohaku: Crazy:B’s gonna be the openin’ act fer today. Please look forward to it ♪

Niki: I was sooo tired yesterday, I finished off all of my emergency snacks! But that’s alright, ‘cuz I’ve bought lots more, so I’ll be able to keep on dancing at full power today too~♪

Kohaku: I heard that the concert today’ll be broadcast online and in the cinema[1], so that more of ya can enjoy the show.

HiMERU: For those of you who are supporting us from outside the venue, please enjoy this concert together with us too.

Niki: I can’t believe the show’s about to end so soon… I don’t wanna part ways with everyone…

Rinne: But this concert ain’t over yet! So, let’s all enjoy ourselves to the fullest ‘till the very end! That’s how Crazy:B rolls!

To everyone who’ll be watchin’ us live at the venue, and to y’all who’ll be watchin’ us from the online stream[1], let’s all have a ton of fun together! Kyahahaha!

[1] the original term used here is 线上直播和线下转播, online livestream/broadcast and offline relay/broadcast. i interpreted it as online (concurrent livestream) and in theatres in this tl. though, i was notified that 线上直播 could also refer to "in-person performance in theatres and its concurrent online livestream", and 线下转播 the 24-hour archive in which you can watch the dream live performance after the livestream has ended.

#enstars translation #dream live brand new stars #amagi rinne #HiMERU #oukawa kohaku #shiina niki

[biisexualemma]

unrequited pt.2. peter parker

word count: 3.6k

warnings: anxiety, panic attack? i guess kind of

requested: yea a few people asked for this lol

plot: you haven’t seen peter for weeks and start to worry about him

a/n: i finished re-writing this late last night and i’ll be honest with you i haven’t checked it over so sorry if there are any mistakes but i’m tired sis goodnight! lmk if you like this! pls comment / share!

pt.1 / marvel masterlist / multi-fandom masterlist

"ned... you're so wrong for so many reasons," m.j.'s expression was flat, her eyes rolling before she continued to fight ned on who was really the strongest avenger. you were supposed to be working on a group project for your history class but somehow the topic of the avengers came up and the conversation derailed. ned was making a, somewhat, compelling case for the hulk but m.j. was clearly winning with her argument for wanda.

"nobody even knows the full extent of her powers... and the hulk? what? he's gonna smash some more?"

you sat quietly, chin in the palm of your hand, listening in and out of the conversation. you didn't really feel much like contributing. you would occasionally chime in to support m.j. but mostly you just heard the noise of their bickering and let it happen.

you didn't want to be that person, but your mind was (much to your frustration) completely consumed with thoughts of peter. and at the worst time, you had so many tests coming up, and essay deadlines were also creeping up on you. usually you were on top of this stuff, but your mind was preoccupied almost all the time.

because of peter, who was no where to be seen. in the past few weeks he had stopped showing up to school all together. ned said it was something to do with tony stark but you had a feeling it was more than that. you didn't know how to explain it.

you hadn't spoken to him in a long time now, and you didn't exactly leave things on good terms. it was the longest you'd gone without talking since peter called you a poopy head in the third grade.

you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. especially since you had no idea what he was getting up to, peter was known to get himself into some messes when he was left to his own devices. and you just knew ned was lying to cover for his best friend but that only made you feel even more out of the loop.

everything felt a bit off without peter around, like something was missing. that, on top of the guilt and worry you were feeling, was turning your head to mush. last time you'd spoken to peter, he was erratic and wounded and desperate. something bad had to have happened for him to be gone this long.

the bell rang, signalling the end of your last period for the day, and the rest of the week seeing as it was a friday. you snapped out of your daze, jolting as your eyes focused back on your surroundings.

"what time did you say again, y/n?" your eyes drifted to m.j. who was collecting her notes on her desk, her eyes meetings yours, waiting for your answer. a crease formed between your eyebrows, you hadn't heard a word of the conversation before right now. m.j. seemed to realise this, rolling her eyes at you with a playful smile. you did this a lot lately, she was getting used to it. "homecoming? what time did you want to meet tonight?"

"oh," you nodded, still sitting at your desk as your classmates hustled around you. "right, homecoming— i— uh—"

"tell me you're still coming," ned interrupted, his eyes wide suddenly, clearly desperate that your answer was anything but no. "c'mon we've had this planned for ages!"

"no— yeah— of course i am," you nodded quickly to reassure him. "yeah— sorry— i just spaced. is seven good for you guys?"

they hummed in response, nodding.

you packed up your books, shoving them into your bag, still in a slight haze with all these thoughts running through your head about peter. you couldn't think about homecoming, it seemed trivial now compared to the worst case scenarios running through your mind. maybe you could try to call peter again? you thought to yourself as you quickly left the classroom, forgetting about m.j. and ned and homecoming, your muscle memory alone leading you to your locker.

you swapped out your books from your bag with the ones you needed to study from for your biology test next week. after slamming the locker door shut, a familiar face was met with yours.

"jesus," you muttered as he stood inches away from your face, your heart racing from the shock. clutching your books to your chest, after nearly having a heart attack, you let out a loud sigh and furrowed your eyebrows. "peter? where the hell have you been?" you regained some of your composure, enough to find some anger in you towards him. he was the last person you were expecting to see today.

"you're ok?" his usual soft brown eyes looked sunken and tired, his hair was scruffier than usual and his lips chapped as they hung open, his eyes scanning over you.

your mouth hung open to speak but he just shook his head as if answering his own question. he gripped your forearm, urging you to walk with him. you dug in your heels, yanking your arm back, wanting him to slow down and explain before you went anywhere with him. "will you just walk," he muttered sharply when you tried to resist him. "please," he softened quickly, his eyes meeting yours.

you frowned, uncomfortably shifting the stack of books in your arms as peter pulled you along behind him hastily. you watched his eyes shifting about the hallway as students weaved around the two of you, his grip not loosening for a second. he was definitely up to something stupid and dangerous that he absolutely should not be involved in.

he'd dragged you all the way out into the parking lot, pulling you aside and away from the crowd of people.

"what's going on? why do you look like— i mean no offence but— you look like crap," you couldn't help but show some level of concern. no matter how complicated your feelings were for him at the moment, he was still your best friend, and he looked like hell. you couldn't stop yourself from staring at him.

"i need you to just— stop talking and listen to me," the look in his eyes made your heart beat a bit faster, your eyes darting between his trying to understand his urgency. "you're not safe—"

"no— i'm fine—" you were never very good at doing what you were told. you glanced down at yourself, perfectly safe and standing in front of him. "see?—"

"no— no you're not," he gulped, his eyes darting away from yours for a split second. "i'm taking you home and you have to stay there. ok? please."

his voice was horse, cracking when he spoke. you didn't understand any of it. peter was the friendly neighbourhood spider-man, what the hell had he gotten himself into that had him this worked up?

you tilted your head slightly, he couldn't think you'd blindly do whatever he said. you needed some answers. "pete," you mumbled, shaking your head with a faint frown. "can't you just tell me what's going on? you're kinda' scaring me."

"i screwed up," his face contorted, his eyes screwing shut for a second and his nose scrunching. you were glued to him, following his mixed expressions trying to understand what was going through his head. he took a deep, shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. "and i know you— you hate me and the last thing you wanna' do is listen to me but i need you to do this for me."

"alright," you said after a moments hesitation. you just wanted him to relax. all your pent up anger and hurt that you'd felt over peter had dissipated quite quickly. you were too occupied with trying to ease some of his stress, and if that meant becoming a homebody for a few days, you would do it. "alright— don't worry. i've been putting off my english essay for a week now anyway, it's about time i cracked down on it."

you tried to ease the tension, act like he wasn't asking much of you. he let out a heavy sigh, looking over at you with those brown eyes. "it's homecoming tonight, i know w—"

"is it?" you feigned forgetfulness, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. you shrugged. "i was never one for socialising anyway."

peter knew you better than that. he knew what he was asking you to give up. "i'm sorry," he took a step closer to you, his hands hovering in front of you, unsure that you wanted him to touch you. "i'm sorry you got dragged into this."

your eyes lingered on his hands before you pulled back up to his stare. you pursed your lips and shrugged. "i'd feel better about it if i knew what i was getting dragged into," you pulled away from your conversation for a second to slip your books into your bag. "walk me home and you can explain everything."

and he did. he told you all about the vulture, the weapons, what really happened during the decathlon trip. all of it. right up to when the vulture figured out his identity— which lead to him finding out about aunt may, about his friends, and about you. he told you about how he'd spent the past few weeks figuring out where the vulture's next major deal was being held, how he'd messed up so bad and how mr stark had taken his suit.

by the time he'd finished, your mouth hung open slightly. you didn't know how he'd been dealing with all of this by himself. spider-man helped old ladies cross the street and returned stolen bicycles, he didn't fight men in bird costumes to stop illegal sales of dangerous advanced weapon tech.

"peter, this sounds pretty dangerous," you spoke up after he told you about his plan to intercept the vulture's airplane heist. "don't you think you should just call happy? or tony? this sounds like iron man territory."

"i can't do that," he sighed. "besides, i already tried happy— he's not taking my calls right now. something about a time out."

you let out a heavy sigh, having taken everything in that he'd told you. you had reached your door, peter standing behind you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. you motioned for him to come in but he hesitated, opening his mouth to decline. "c'mon," you grabbed his arm and tugged gently. "this heist isn't happening 'til late tonight. you can keep me company 'til then."

"maybe, get some rest, too, you really do look like hell," he let you pull him inside, following behind you. he ignored the second dig you had now made about his appearance.

"may must've been pretty mad when she found out you'd been skipping school?" you collapsed onto your bed, crossing your legs over and watching peter perch himself on the edge of your bed. he leaned forward, his hand running over his face with sheer exhaustion.

"you have no idea," he groaned, holding his head up with the palm of his hand now. "i'm pretty much grounded for the rest of the year. and i have to send her a pic' of me sitting in every one of my classes from now on," you nodded, pursing your lips because that sounded about right. "but mainly she was worried."

"well, she wasn't the only one," he glanced at you over his shoulder, his eyes lingering there for a while. you breathed through your nose, looking away from him and down to your hands to give yourself a moment. you'd forgotten how difficult it was to have him look at you like that. "you just took off with no word, peter."

he turned his gaze away from you, focusing on the wall in front of him, his eyes glossy. for weeks that last conversation with you had been sitting at the back of his mind. he knew he'd handled everything in the worse possible way. he tried to protect you, hurt you by doing so, and then had everything he tried to protect you from blow up in his face anyway.

"i haven't been able to think clearly for weeks," you gulped, scared to meet his gaze again, in fear that you might lose your confidence. "i missed you. and i was worried out of my mind about you."

"y/n—" his voice was quiet.

"and i know i was the one who told you to leave. but i was hurt and sad. i'd convinced myself that you felt the same way, and when you—" you closed your eyes for a second, feeling him watching you. you hadn't been able to say any of this out loud for weeks and now it was just spilling out of you. "anyway— i shouldn't've punished you for that. they are my feelings i need to get over. it wasn't your fault and i'm sorry i made it seem like it was."

he shook his head faintly, sniffling slightly, catching your attention. "i screwed up," he shook his head a little harder, pushing himself up off your bed, his back turned to you. "i screwed up so bad," he ran his hand over his face, his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose. your eyebrows knitted. "it wasn't supposed to turn out like this."

"don't," you shook your head, willing him to stop. "it's not your fault. i shouldn't have—"

he cut you off, turning to face you as he did. "i'm in love with you," his mouth hung open slightly, his eyes now stinging red. "i was in love with you then, and i'm in love with you now. i think i always will be."

your eyebrows unknitted, your mouth opening to speak but nothing came out. you watched his hand tug on the ends of his curls, his eyes locked onto you the entire time, trying to read your expression.

"i was trying to protect you and it went completely wrong—" his breathing was erratic. "i thought you'd be safer if i distanced myself—" the look on his face was breaking your heart. he knew how stupid it all sounded now he explained it out loud. "i screwed everything up— and now you're in more danger than ever— because of me."

"you— you—" your brain was trying to keep up. you shook your head. you had spent the past month telling yourself that everything you thought he'd felt for you wasn't real, that you'd over thought everything he'd ever done for you. you'd been telling yourself for a month to move on. "you didn't screw up, pete. i know you. whatever you did, you did for the right reasons."

the lump in your throat was growing as you tried to keep some kind of composure. it wouldn't do either of you any good to get upset with him when he was worked up like this. he didn't need to be told he'd made a mistake, he was already painfully aware.

"you don't— you—but— i—" he was hyperventilating, completely vulnerable as he fell apart in front of you.

"pete," you mumbled carefully, climbing over to where he was stood, hand in his hair and he pulled on the loose curls, his eyes wide with anxiety and stress. you moved your hands to his, pulling them down to his side and giving them a small squeeze. "calm down," you cooed. "everything will be ok."

you trailed your hands up to his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze before pulling him into a tight hug. you wrapped your arms 'round his shoulders, one hand moving to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair. his head ducked, burying into your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist in a desperate grip. his breathing was heavy at first, uneven and jagged as he clung onto you. your heart was beating out of your chest, you were sure he could hear it, but you held onto him as tight as you could, pressing your whole body against his trying to offer him as much comfort as you could.

after a while of standing around, holding each other, peter's breathing began to grow softer and slower. he began to notice the sweet scent lingering on your skin. his lips innocently hovering over the curve of your neck, breath fanning against your skin. you could feel goosebumps growing on your skin, the hair of your arms standing on end.

"better?" you mumbled softly. he gave you a faint nod in response, his lips leaving your skin as he pulled himself back from you. your hand slipped from in between his curls and down to the neck, your thumb brushing over his skin as he looked straight into your eyes. you gulped, eyelids fluttering.

he was a state to behold. his nose was pink, under eyes wet, your eyes trailed down to where his lips parted. he hiccuped a breath. you tried to push away the impulse to kiss him because he was clearly vulnerable. you didn't want him to later regret anything. "thanks," he mumbled breathlessly. "i don't know what happened there."

you pouted your lips, about to reply when peters eyes fluttered down your face, catching you off guard. his eyes lingered and you noticed his head tilting down and nearer, his lips catching onto yours before you could register what was happening. it was soft, gentle and didn't last longer than a couple seconds before you had to force yourself to pull away.

"peter— you're overwhelmed right now so maybe we shouldn—"

your whispers against his lips where cut short, he pressed his lips to yours again. unable to resist now he'd had a taste. his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back flush against his chest. you swallowed a gasp, feeling his full weight behind the second kiss. his lips pushed against yours a little more desperately this time, you fell back a step, peter's arms where the only thing keeping you upright at this point.

both your hands where either side of his neck, trailing up into his hair where you pulled softly at the roots of his messy curls. he let out a soft moan against your lips, and you stumbled back once more, your thighs hitting your bed.

your hands quickly slipped down to his chest as you gently pried him off you. your head was spinning a little, his lips were plump and pink and the way he looked at you, with pure love and obsession, made you want to kiss him again and again.

"did you mean it?" you muttered breathlessly.

his eyes trailed back up from your lips, his gaze locking with yours again. he noticed the vulnerability and fear in your eyes now that he was paying you his full attention. he felt a wave of guilt hit him, knowing he was the one that put that look there.

"yeah," he hummed. "i did," he said with his chest. "i do. always will," he was breathless.

"you're not just saying it 'cause you've missed me?"

he shook his head quickly, shutting down any traces of doubt in your mind. "i have been in love with you since that summer we took that trip to coney island when you threw up after you ate too much cotton candy."

your scrunched up your nose at the memory. "gross."

he shrugged. "i don't know what to tell you. that's just when i knew."

your lips twitched into a small smile. "you should probably get some rest," you diverted the topic, trying hard not to kiss him again. he looked so tired. he had poured out months worth of anxiety and stress all in the past ten minutes. "you can't chase bad guys if you're half asleep."

he wore a half-hearted smile, his mind clearly flickering back to the task he had to take on later tonight.

"you can crash here if you want," you motioned to your bed.

"y'sure? i don't wanna get you in trouble."

"mom's working late, so you're good. plus she loves you, pete," your hands slipped down to his, giving them a quick squeeze of reassurance.

"sure she'll still love me when she finds out about us?" he quirked an eyebrow, the small smile on his lips was sloped and tired.

"m'sure," you hummed, biting back your growing smile at the word us. you moved him to sit on your bed again, his hands lazily holding yours. his eyelids fluttered as he looked up at you, a small crease forming between his eyebrows again. you could tell his mind was wandering again. "lie down, you need to rest or you're no good to anyone."

he nodded hesitantly and followed your instruction. "i'll sleep better with you next to me."

his voice was soft after you'd turned your back on him to leave him to rest. you rolled your eyes faintly, smile tugging your lips again. "is that right?"

he hummed, his arms outstretched, waiting for you to fall into them. you dragged your feet back over to him, biting the inside of your cheek, the corner of your lip twitching upwards. "there's a scientific reason behind it but my brain's too sleepy to think right now, so you'll have to take my word for it."

his words slurred together, his eyes rolling slightly the longer he forced them open. you just nodded. "alright, spidey, just this once."

"hm," he hummed as you climbed in next to him, his arms wrapping around you and immediately pulling you against his chest. "thanks," he muttered, his lips pressed against the top of your head. "don't know what i'd do without you."

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[haikyuuuuuhypeeeee]

Ch. Fourteen

⚠WARNING: Swearing

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Waking up is painful. Physically painful, at least. You’re not ready to deal with the emotional pain from yesterday, no thank you.

You finally peel your eyes open, a true struggle considering how they were crusted together. You take in your surroundings and form the first coherent thought of the day.

This isn’t my bedroom.

Your eyes seem to be crusted shut. You sit up and realize that no, this is not your apartment, this is Osamu’s apartment. This is his bed you’re currently sitting up from, his blankets wrapped around you.

You then form your second coherent thought of the day.

His detergent smells really nice.

That thought finishes in your head before it’s slammed aside by the rush of yesterday’s memories - group therapy with your friends and Osamu, Oikawa being a complete dick to Osamu, your argument with Oikawa which resulted in Oikawa blabbing of your love for Hajime, leaving the restaurant crying, realizing you lost your keys but they’re at Osamu’s apartment, walking to Osamu’s crying…

From there it’s a bit murkier as your memories intertwined with self-deprecating thoughts and a line of thinking you rarely walk down anymore.

Last night was a night.

You do somewhat remember Osamu comforting you. Letting you know that it was okay and he was there for you.

You glance around the studio apartment, wondering where he was. Oh god, did you force him out good lord you are -

Oh, no he’s sitting on his couch with a cup of coffee.

You’re filled with guilt when you realize you monopolized his bed and completely took over his apartment. Yeah, he maybe didn’t need to sleep last night (a concept you still don’t fully understand nor approve of) but you have fully overstayed your welcome.

Grabbing your phone from the side table you tap the screen, taking in the notifications on your screen.

Shit, I never messaged Makki or Mattsun.

Your gut feels like lead as you open the group chat with the two. That was a big fuck up on your end.

Fuck, I’m such a shitty friend.

You don’t waste anytime typing out a message.

“Tea?”

You look up from your phone and are greeted with Osamu’s sleepy gaze, a mug of tea held in his hand for you. You reach for the mug, nodding slowly.

“How’re yer feel in’ this morning?” He asks as you take a sip. You shrug in response

“I’m okay. I’m sorry I just fell apart like that on you.” You say. “I wasn’t having a great night, and my emotions just kind of bled all over the place. And I’m sorry that I fell asleep.”

“Yeah, that was actually pretty funny.” Osamu smiles. “Ya just kinda passed out on my shoulder. I had to lift ya to get ya onto the bed.”

You blink, absolutely mortified. “Oh wow, I am so sorry. That’s so embarrassing.”

“Nah, it was cute.” Osamu takes a casual sip from his mug, seemingly oblivious to the flirty line he just dropped. “But ya seemed pretty upset last night, and i wasn’t gonna let ya walk home like that.” The smile drops from his face and he looks at you with concern. “If ya wanna talk about it ya can, although I don’t want to push ya. It’d be pretty dumb of me to.

“I know I’ve been pretty skeptical about openin’ up and talkin’ ‘bout my feelings, but since meetin’ ya I’ve felt better. Lighter, I guess.” He shrugs. “Ya’ve made me realize how important it is to open up.”

You look down at your tea, a small smile tugging at your lips. Your heart warms at Osamu’s words, part of you preening that you were the one who has helped Osamu, but also you feel genuine relief that Osamu wants to open up more.

“Well, let me treat you to breakfast this morning - it’s the least I can do.” You finish your tea and give Osamu a small smile. “I can tell you about yesterday if you don’t mind listening.”

Osamu smiles in return. “Sure, let me grab my stuff.” He takes the mug from your hand and shuffles into the kitchen. You sit up, stretching your arms and grabbing your phone. A few more messages have come through from Mattsun and Makki.

Uhhhhh…….

You open up your chat with Oikawa, finding hundreds of messages from him. He hasn’t sent you anything since 5am. You quickly navigate back to the chat with your other friends.

Frantic knocks, one after another, beat against Osamu’s door.

No way.

Osamu gives you a look before walking to the front door. He checks the paper hole, then turns back and looks at you with faint amusement.

“It’s for ya.”

You stand from the bed, moving into the kitchen. Regretfully, you open the door.

A distressed-looking Oikawa is the surprise visitor. He looks absolutely beside himself - his eyes are bloodshot and swollen, snot is dripping out of his nose, and his hair is messy and lackluster.

Oh dear god.

He bursts into tears when he sees you, but surprisingly doesn’t throw himself at you. He must be learning some boundaries. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Y/N-chan! I was being stupid and petty and I didn’t mean to-”

“Ok, ok c’mon. You’re going to wake up Osamu’s neighbors.” You bring the snivelling, pathetic Oikawa inside, quickly closing the door behind him. You help him get his shoes off, glancing around the Osamu. You spot him at the sink, filling a glass with water. He brings it over, giving Oikawa a nod and silently passing the water to him.

“Thank you Osamu-kun.” Oikawa gratefully takes the water and downs it before handing the empty glass back to an amused Osamu. “I plan on giving you a full apology soon, I promise.”

Osamu huffs a laugh and goes back into the kitchen. He sets the glass in the sink as you lead Oikawa through and into the living room.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper to Osamu. “Do you want me to go?”

“Nah,” Osamu waves his hand. “I’ll get ready for breakfast in the bathroom, and give you guys some space.”

“Thank you, I’ll try to make this quick.”

“Take yer time.” Osamu smiles at you and moves to the bathroom. You turn back to Oikawa, who is watching you with regret painting all over his face.

“I’m sorry I told Makki and Mattsun that you love Hajime.” Oikawa blurts without any bite.

You think you see Osamu flinch out of the corner of your eye but when you look his way you see the bathroom door closing. You look back to Oikawa and sigh.

“Why did you say it then?”

Oikawa heaves a sigh and hangs his head. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to say to make you not hate me.”

“Oikawa, I don’t hate you.” You join him on the couch, leaning into his side. “Talk to me.”

Oikawa presses back to you and you feel his shoulders move up and down as he takes another deep breath. “I knew that uni classes and volleyball would be really really hard - but as long as we all had each other we would be fine. We smashed through high school together, so this was just another challenge.

“But when Iwa-chan died it changed everything. Obviously.” Oikawa takes a shaky breath. “But I still had you, Mattsun and Makki. I knew that we wouldn’t be the same without Iwa-chan, and classes and volleyball would be hard, but we would be friends.

“I don’t think I knew how hard everything would be. My classes suck, volleyball is a chore, and I miss Iwa-chan.” He sniffles. “I miss him so much. I feel like I don’t know who I am without him. But I had you guys, I always had my friends.

“But Mattsun and Makki are in their own world sometimes, and then you started hanging out with Osamu.” He looks at you, tears shining in his brown eyes. “I know it makes me sound like you can’t have other friends beside me, and I really don’t want to be selfish. But you were spending more time with Osamu and it hit me that you were all growing up and becoming different people.” A few tears track down his face and he sniffs. “I don’t want anything to change, I don’t want Iwa-chan to be dead, I don’t want to be a terrible person.”

Oikawa starts to cry and you don’t hesitate in pulling him into a side hug. He’s not really sobbing but you feel his pain deep in your heart. One of your hands comes up to card gently through his hair.

“I know I’ve been a piece of shit the last few months. And I can tell that you really like Osamu, even though you’ve always loved Iwa-chan. Whenever you talked about him you had this happy and bright look on your face. He makes you feel good, but you love Iwa-chan. You moving on meant change, and I hated that.” Oikawa sniffs. “But bringing Osamu to the group therapy session, which I always thought was our group’s thing, made me realize that you were changing. I was so angry, and your secret just slipped out.”

He takes a watery breath. “Isn’t it awful? I’ve been trying to drag you back down to my level, bring you back down to feel the pain that I feel, all because I’m scared. I’m a terrible, awful friend.”

“Oikawa, have you had time to go to your therapy appointments?” You ask gently.

He doesn’t answer right away, and when he gives the tiniest shake of his head you sigh.

“Honey,” you scold gently. “Why are you not going?”

“School and volleyball have taken up a lot of my time.” Oikawa mumbles, his sentence punctuated with another sniffle. “I’ve skipped so many appointments, and I’m too embarrassed to call.”

You sigh, inwardly shaking your head at your friend’s weak excuse. “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but maybe re-prioritize your responsibilities. Getting back on track with your therapy appointments should take top priority. You can talk through these feelings instead of letting them fester.”

Oikawa doesn’t answer right away, but when he does his voice is small. “But I’d probably have to quit volleyball, and that’s all I have left of Iwa-chan.” You see his hands ball into fists. “I don’t want to lose that.” His breath hitches. “I don’t know what to do.”

You let him cry on your shoulder, giving him the time to get all the tears out. You figure this is the most civil conversation you’ve had since Hajime died. The thought brings you relief but also makes you quite sad.

“You know you’re one of my best friends, right Oikawa?” You ask once he’s calmed down a bit. “You’re a diva and a trainwreck, but you’re my diva and my trainwreck.” He exhales lightly but you’re almost certain it’s in amusement. “No matter what, I’m always going to want the best for you, and I’m always gonna try my best to help you.

“But,” you feel him tense up when you continue. “You have to realize that your behavior the past few months has been really shitty. You’ve treated us all like punching bags - we get it, probably more than a lot of people could. But I’m not gonna let you treat me, or any of our friends, like it anymore.”

“I’ll be good.” Oikawa promises immediately. “I promise, I’ll do better for you and Makki and Mattsun. And me.”

“Good.” You give him a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry for yelling at you last night in the restaurant.”

“You don’t have to apologize at all.” He replies immediately. He yawns before speaking again. “Honestly, I’ve been a piece of shit for months now. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You murur. You both sit on the couch for a while longer as you try to come down from the conversation you just had. You feel like a heavy cloud that’s been floating around your head for months has cleared, and although you know Oikawa won’t magically change overnight you feel better knowing that you’ve had this hard conversation with him. Change starts with communication, and hopefully Oikawa understands now that he has the support to change.

You feel Oikawa leaning against you even further and you look at his face to see his eyes closed and mouth parted open.

“Oikawa, c’mon I don’t want you falling asleep.” You gently push him off you so you can stand and get Oikawa to stand also. His eyes are still closed and he puts nearly all of his body weight onto you.

He must not have slept all night, you think. It’s not uncommon for him to pull all nighters, a habit he picked up in high school watching game tape over and over until the sun came up. But he handles the lack of sleep gracelessly - you could prop him against a door jamb and he’d pass out no problem.

Together you move towards the front door. You’re not going to let him fall asleep here and inconvenience Osamu even more - you’ll take him back to your apartment and maybe try to catch lunch with Osamu. Now you owe him a few meals and unlimited coffee.

“Gotta apologize to Osamu-kun,” Oikawa mumbles when you lean him against the wall.

“Maybe when you’re going to fall asleep standing up, yeah?” You reply, bending down to shove his feet back in his shoes. You hear more mumblings in return but can’t make anything out of them.

As you’re getting your shoes on you hear the bathroom door open and out walks Osamu. He’s dressed and his face is composed into it’s usual blankness. Trusting that Oikawa won’t keel over, you walk over to where Osamu is reaching into his dresser for socks.

“I’m so sorry,” you say. “I have to reschedule breakfast, I have to make sure this idiot won’t sleepwalk into traffic.”

“S’alright. Didja work everything out?” Osamu asks in a measured tone.

“I think so.” Osamu’s not looking at you as he puts on his socks. Your gut twinges with guilt, realizing that he must be upset that you have to cancel breakfast. “But I think I’m gonna take him to my apartment and make sure he sleeps. Do you want to meet up for lunch or something?”

“Can’t.” His short answer makes you blink. “Meetin’ a group on campus for a class project.”

“Oh.” He’s still not meeting your gaze, and you detect a hint of gruffness in his tone. Maybe he’s upset that he has to meet with his group last minute? Or because you basically shoved him into his bathroom while you and Oikawa worked out your issues. “Dinner then? I owe you double now.”

“Probably not.” Osamu stands and gathers a few books and a notebook before shoving them into his backpack. His inability to look at you or hold a full conversation is confusing, but you don’t want to push him.

“Well let’s meet at the coffee shop tomorrow, usual time after morning classes. Sounds good?”

He hums distractedly. Your gut feels heavier and you swallow hard.

“Okay, well I’ll be off now.”

Osamu turns towards you but still doesn’t meet your eyes. “I’ll walk ya out.”

You both make the short walk to the front door. The tension in the room is heavy, unable to lighten even at the sight of Oikawa sleeping standing up. You maneuver your friend while Osamu opens the door for you. It’s a slight struggle walking out of the front door but you manage.

You look back before Osamu can close the door behind you. He’s holding the door knob and staring at the ground. “Let me know if you can do dinner tonight - if not I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You force as much cheeriness into your voice, despite the heavy weight in your chest. Finally Osamu looks at you, giving you a disinterested nod.

He closes the door as you turn to walk away. You look back quickly, catching a crestfallen look on Osamu’s face before the door fully closes.

• ────── ✾ ────── •

A/N: So when I originally thought about this story, I wanted to think about how different people deal with grief. And what I wanted to explore was 1.) is there a limit to how people will grieve? And 2.) can someone grieving push that limit? From the get-go Oikawa has seemingly pushed the limit of what some of you believed, and yet Y/N was still hesitant to call him out. And I loved hearing what everyone had to say about Oikawa - some were willing to give him a pass, and some were NOT happy with him. Now, just because someone is grieving, it does NOT give them a free pass to behave inappropriately or do serious harm to those around them. But I think it’s important to note that what may seem absolutely insane to one person is tolerable to another. And what it comes down to is how the person who is directly affected by another’s actions wants to address those actions (sorry if this is confusing.) Oikawa was treating Y/N and their friends like shit. In the story it was because Oikawa was not taking the necessary actions to keep himself mentally healthy. In Y/N’s eyes, if there is a desire to be better, and appropriate actions are taken to be better, then Oikawa deserves to be forgiven. I have absolutely LOVED reading everyone’s reactions and hearing their opinions on Oikawa’s slowly deteriorating behavior, thank you for sending them in! And just because how Y/N has reacted to Oikawa’s behavior it does not mean there is a right/wrong way! Everyone has different life experiences and different relationships that guide their decision-making! And that’s totally okay! (This obviously applies to non-threatening and morally & ethically right behavior.) And WOOF thank you for getting this far in the A/N’s, this was a LOT! Gold stars for everyone!! 🌟🌟🌟

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[my-makeshift-masquerade]

Riva Remembers

(A cheesy title for a fic I wrote while in the midst of an emotional breakdown, haha… I figured I’d post it on here because people seem to like my artwork of this OC so far. This is my first time writing these characters. Also I am on mobile and super duper tired from the aforementioned breakdown, so please pardon the long post. I have no idea how to put the read more thing on this… Regardless I hope someone enjoys this, I guess.)

“Agent Cruller, it’s me! Raz! I need to talk to you—“

“Sorry, senior staff only!” The old man in the mailroom office replied coldly, turning back to sorting the piles of letters with telekinesis.

“Don’t you know who I am?!” Nick’s voice came from farther into the mailroom, “I’m telling my dad!”

Razputin suddenly got an idea… He raced down to find his mentor standing there, eyes looking off in two separate directions. Another figure he recognized was on the verge of a nervous breakdown right next to him… Actually she looked like she had already been through multiple breakdowns before he even got here.

“Mr. Johnsmith?! Come on! It’s me! N-nick?!” The teen ran pale hands through her short brown hair, “Th-this is terrible! I am dead for sure!”

“Postage stamps…are scratch and sniff…” The pot-bellied man mumbled nonsensically beside her.

“Whoa, whoa, Riva…” The ten year old’s expression softened, “I was the one who found his brainless body… What do you mean you’re dead?”

“N-norma…she… t-told everyone I…”

“She thinks YOU’RE the mole?!” The child was taken aback, slightly angered even, “Why?!”

“I-I don’t know…M-maybe it’s because I didn’t notice the body before you…?” Riva sniffled, “It doesn’t matter… Agent Foresythe is going to have me detained…o-once she hears about this…”

“What?! No way!” He looked at her with determined eyes, “Don’t worry! I have a plan! I am going to get a new brain for Nick’s body, so he can let me into the mailroom office! Once I get there, I will be one step closer to proving you’re innocent!”

“Y-you really think… I-I’m innocent…?” Her tear filled blue eyes looked at him as if confused by his faith in her.

“I know you are!” He nodded, “Hey! Can you watch Ford for me until I get back? Make sure he doesn’t go anywhere!”

“F-ford…?” The other intern’s eyes narrowed at that name, as if she were squinting to see through a thick fog, “Ford…why does… Oh! Ford Cruller, right… He’s one of the psychic 6…” She shook her head, “Sorry, I am just…all over the place… These panic attacks take a lot out of me…”

“It’s all going to be okay.” The younger of the two gently took the other’s hand, waving to Nick before walking up to the office room, “Agent Cruller! This is my friend! She works in the mailroom—!”

“If she isn’t senior staff, that door ain’t openin’!” Ford declared before the boy could finish.

“Oh, I know!” Raz nodded, “This is Riva. She is having a hard time right now, and I don’t want to leave her alone. Maybe you two could talk or something?”

“Eh?! Oh, sure…sure thing…” The senior sounded slightly jostled for a moment, before returning to his distant demeanor, “Chit chat makes the sortin go faster…”

“Great!” The boy smiled at Riva before racing up to the exit of the mailroom, “I’ll be back as soon as possible!”

Soon after the sound of footsteps and levitation bubbles faded, the remaining intern heard the door creak open.

“Riva…” Cruller’s voice sounded slightly shaken, “I… Is it really you…?”

“S-sir…?” She frowned, “I-I don’t think we’ve met before…”

“Ah… I shoulda known you would’ve repressed it all…” He looked at the floor grimly, “They feared what you could become if you knew…”

“…W-what…?” The teen stepped away as the agent stepped closer, reaching a hand out to her. Eventually, she was against a wall.

“You…really were damaged by the feedback…weren’t you, kid…?” His bushy eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Back at Whisperin Rock… you remember that place, right…?”

Oh, that summer camp she got kicked out of only mere days in because she wasn’t even a real psychic?

“Yes, that’s the one.” Cruller answered her thoughts telepathically, “Except… you are psychic, Riva… Always have been… They just wanted you to believe you weren’t…so they could let you go back to society…”

Go…back…? Why wouldn’t she have been allowed to be in society if she was psychic? Isn’t that what the psychonauts are all about?

“You had potential, unlike what Nein Vodello and myself had ever seen from such a young mind… until Raz showed up, of course, but he was slightly older than you were…” He finally grabbed both of her hands, encasing them in his own, “You had such a gift with clairvoyance… it was beyond what the psychonauts ever thought was possible…”

“W-Wait…” She blinked, “You know Raz then? Why didn’t you just let him in the office…?”

“He’s not ready to learn the dark truths I’ve got tucked away in this old noggin…” The old man sighed, “I-I’m not ready for em, either… but… you are. You need to know the truth about yourself… You need to stop disregarding me when I say this: You ARE psychic…”

“B-BUT I’M NOT!” Riva tried to pull her hands away from him, to which he gently released them from their hold, “T-THAT CAMP WAS THE WORST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME! I THOUGHT I WOULD FIND SOMEWHERE I BELONGED, THAT I WAS GOOD FOR SOMETHING! B-but… I wasn’t… I-I was so full of myself to think I was special! M-My brains just BROKEN—“

“Stop it right there.” His voice became firmer, “Listen to me, before someone comes! Your potent clairvoyance meant we didn’t need any altering technology to convince you of a lie… You are so in tune with other people’s viewpoints and perspectives… you don’t even know what your reality is anymore… Other people tell you who you are, what you do, where you go. No more playin pretend, Riva.”

“I-I…b-but…”

“You were a psychic of high potential even at age 7, with budding specialities in clairvoyance, and hydrokinesis….” He smiled, “You… you made friends with every single piece of me, kid… I took you under my wing to teach you what I knew… but hydrokinesis… was a feared ability due to…well… another incident... When that secret spilled…”

“N-no… I-I can’t be… I-I don’t remember any of this!“

“Nein feared that your age, your diagnosis of autism, both combined with your psychic potential could result in you developing powerful abilities beyond even your own control…” Ford shook his head, “Headquarters wanted to lock ya up for observation in a psychoisolation facility for life… but, Sasha found a loophole. By having someone tell you that their biased perspective was reality, your brain would doubt its own perception, and start to believe them. That’s how we managed to let you leave that campsite with your family…”

By this point Riva was speechless, as countless memories she thought she had selfishly dreamed about returned to her. She fell to her knees, staring at nothing as she was flooded with all that she had forgotten. The ruthless bullying at camp, and their sabotaging of her efforts to learn to use her powers… That time they tried to drown her in the lake and she washed them all ashore on accident… the horror on everyone’s faces… It all actually happened?!

There were some happy things hidden in the mess, though… The time she’d spend drawing the wildlife out there, the cool places to explore… and the single friend she made at camp… That’s right, the cook was always there to comfort her after the other kids picked on her… No, wait, it was the ranger… But then why’d she remember a janitor, and a man watching over the canoes…? Why did they all look the same, identical even…? Then there was one more in a psychonauts uniform…

“There ya go. Now you’re getting it…” His frail hand grabbed one of hers, helping her up with a chuckle. “I should look more familiar to ya now, eh?”

She made eye contact again, and felt so stupid for not noticing this before. Riva always had an interest in the psychonauts, because they seemed like they could tolerate different minds. If her family could afford it, she would even read True Psychic Tales, mainly because she admired the illustrations. How could she not realize she knew Ford “The Founder Of This Whole Place” Cruller until now?!

Yet, at the same time, she felt her eyes water. It was nice to know she had a friend back then, even if he was old enough to be her grandpa. She didn’t say a word, and extended her free arm as an invitation…for something she definitely needed and wouldn’t want to get from Nick. The agent understood, and they hugged for a brief moment. She felt like this had happened before.

“I-I… I’m glad to see you, Mr. Cruller, b-but…” She quickly shifted back to worrying, “I-I am not in the best situation to do much of anything regarding the truth right now… I know Norma is telling Hollis I am the spy in the psychonauts… I-I am going to get locked up in the end anyway… T-they didn’t believe me before… Why would they believe me now—?”

He was gone.

The intercom sounded, with Hollis’ sharp voice ringing out, “Would Riva Beckons please come to the main area IMMEDIATELY!”

#shut up becca #drabbles #psychonauts riva beckons #psychonauts oc #psychonauts sona

[smash-bros-endia]

Palutena Guidance: Artina

Artina: “The gentle touch of these clouds, the gorgeous view of the horizon, it feels like I’m back home in Celestia.”

Pit: “Sweet! Another angel! We can finally keep adding on to the list!”

Artina: “Oh hello. I wasn’t expecting to see someone so soon once I got here.”

Palutena: “Artina. I’m amazed you decided to join our little roster.”

Artina: “That’s right, Lady Flonne mentioned a knowledgeable Goddess somewhere in this world. Lady Palutena, wasn’t it? That would make this guy right here, Sir Pit! It’s nice to meet you!”

Pit: “Wait, “Lady” Flonne?”

Viridi: “Yup, that’s one of Archangel Flonne’s most loyal underlings. You should be happy Pit, since you and Flonne are basically the same rank, that means you outclass her too.”

Pit: “Really? That’s amazing!”

Viridi: “I think what’s really amazing is the fact that she’s smarter, more mature and more competent than the 2 of you put together.”

Artina: “Lady Flonne may have her flaws, but she’s a wonderful Archangel and she’s someone I respect more than anyone. I suggest you watch your tone before I sue you for slander on her behalf, Goddess of Nature.”

Viridi: “Wh-Where did that come from?!”

Pit: “You better start saving up some money Viridi. How about you try using-”

Viridi: “NO!!! This is NOT a sponsored post!”

Pit: “Anyway, how do you and Flonne know each other?”

Artina: “Oh, we met after I died and went to Celestia.”

Pit: “...Huh?!”

Palutena: “Let me explain. Artina used to be a human and a very pure hearted one at that. She was a nun and a nurse that tended to those in need. If it means helping others, she would sacrifice sleep and food to make sure they would come out okay and it didn’t matter to her what the background of her patients were.”

Pit: “Talk about a pure heart. See Viridi? Not all humans are bad.”

Viridi: “You haven’t heard the rest of the story.”

Palutena: “Unfortunately, she was caught tending to wounded soldiers that were enemies of the country her home was at war with. She was deemed a traitor and was sentenced to execution.”

Pit: “That’s horrible.”

Palutena: “That’s just the beginning. While she was alive, she also made a promise to Valvatorez, where she forbid him from taking anyone else’s blood until he managed to scare her to the depths of despair one day. Little did she know the consequences that promise would cause for the future.”

Artina: “I only made that promise because I didn’t want Mr. Vampire kill anyone else from taking their blood. I even offered my own when we first met, but he refused since I wasn’t afraid of him. As a result, he lost his power, fell to Hades, and humans stopped offering fear and awe energy, making demons and angels weaker as a result. Even one of the soldiers I helped years ago lost his faith and almost doomed the 3 worlds as a result. If I had any regrets of my life, making that promise with Mr. Vampire would definitely be it.”

Pit: “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You didn’t know what was going to happen! You just wanted to help people to the very end. Who can fault you for that?”

Viridi: “Well there’s Fenrich for one.”

Palutena: “Viridi...”

Viridi: “What? It’s true.”

Palutena: “Artina, what’s important is that you understand your mistakes and you’re working hard to correct them. Even angels and gods have done things that they wish to atone for. As long as you keep moving forward, things will work out in the end.”

Artina: “Thank you, Lady Palutena. I feel better now.”

Viridi: “...”

Pit: “Hey Artina, how about we have a battle? That’ll get your mind off things.”

Artina: “Normally it would be a grave crime for me to harm other angels, but I think matters like this are an exception, right?”

Palutena: “Yes, such a sin will be pardoned for training. Now, like Flonne, Artina prefers keeping her distance in a fight. While she doesn’t have a variety of spells at her disposal, she is more physically powerful with her bow and whip and has a counter if you decide to get close. Therefore, you should time powerful strikes once you see an opening.”

Pit: “Thanks Lady Palutena. You ready Artina?”

Artina: “You bet! Don’t worry, I’ll treat your wounds once this is over...for free this time.”

Pit: “This time?”

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[keioseth]

GILLION GAMBIT FIGHT NIGHT

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Comes on downs ta da Gilded Markets, spends yer gil on da very best foods, ingredients, magical items, and yous can leaves da kits in da kiddie pool! Funs ferda whole family. One gils fer every hundah spent wills goes directly to da ‘Gil Ferda Ill’ charity which is lookin da provide aid ta does ins our communities dat can’t provides fer demselves!

...did I’s reads dat right? Dat can’t be... ‘Gil Ferda Ill’... provides aids… huh, a’ight sure does says dat. Feckin wild bro.

Anyways, if’n dat ain’cher bucket o’ fish ferda more, mature folk in da crowds we’s got’cha covahed! Da Gil Tribe woulds also like ta announce da public openin of da newest incarnations of da Gilded Cabaret! Come downs an haves a drink, make some deals, ans be enchanteds by da lovely G’iltless, goddess of the gilded cage!

Da Gil Tribe woulds also like ta announce dat soon da GILLION GAMBIT will bes open to da’s publics SOON™! Here yous’ll be able to beat da absolutes crapola outta udda fightas! Fist ta fist? Sure! Wanna use a weapon? Goffer it bro! Feckin slap da hells outta yer opponents wit da kitchen sinks, we ain’t caring…

‘Cept ferda Ill apparentlys?

We does ask yous dun go an kill anyones an dat yous at least undastand while we’s ain checkin yers age dat yous at least acts likes an adult. Da Gil Father woulds like ta remind everyones da be respectfulls because, ans I’s quotins, “The Gil Father will personally throw anyone who is disrespectful to any employee, member of the tribe, patron, or fighter off the cliff that is across the road from the Gilded Markets immediately upon being made aware of it”.

Yeesh, I’ms pretty sures he’s serious bouts dat one. So’s yeah like dun be a dick I s’pose. Anyway dat’s it.

--

OOC Information

When: Biweekly on Mondays, Sign ups start at 9pm ET, Fights begin at 10pm ET.

Where: The Goblet, 19th Ward, Plot 39 - BALMUNG

The Gil Tribe doesn’t care where you’re from or what your background is as long as you behave and understand that we expect people to act like adults while visiting the establishment either for the Markets, Cabaret, or the Fight Night.

For the time being we will hold sign ups on the day of the event, if we start having larger turn outs this may change.

Combat will be either 1v1 or 2v2 and go with basic Grindstone rules, that is if you are unfamiliar, before combat begins everyone will make a /random roll to establish turn order. After this the attacker will post their action and make a /random roll, the defender will then make a /random roll and react to the attack. This will continue until one player has achieved 3 (three) successful attacks or 30 minutes has elapsed. 

If anyone would like to join the event as staff feel free to contact Keio#2136 on discord we will be looking for more people to play members of the Gil Tribe if you happen to enjoy RPing with us, as well as Healers and staff for the Cabaret.

#FFXIV #Balmung #rp event

[taurusicorn2400]

Christmas day:

Word count: 638

Can also read on Ao3

Ruby and Clementine were currently in their kitchen, baking a rhubarb pie. Trying to bake a rhubarb pie, really. Ruby is attempting to teach Clementine how to make the pie. It isn't going to plan. At all.

"Clem, honey, no. You're gonna make the crust too thin, and it won't bake properly."

"I'm going to be really honest with you, I have no idea what any of that means. And I wasn't listening to half the instructions you've told me."

"Oh my god."

"Hey can you blame me? There was a very pretty lady telling me instructions. Of course I wasn't paying attention to boring words."

"You flirting ain't gonna get you out of this."

"Damn."

"We need to get this done before everyone comes over for the Christmas party. Just start making the rhubarb fillin' while I try to fix the crust."

"I guess you can say we're making…..Rubyarb pie.

Ruby just let out a long sigh from that bad joke. I mean don't get me wrong, Ruby is trying her damn hardest not to blush because Clem looked so proud of that joke. But the joke was just, bad.

"Oh my god, you did not just say that."

"I did."

"Just…..making the fillin'."

"Why are we making this the day of Christmas?" Clem starts doing the things needed to make the filling.

"Because you decided to eat the one I already made yesterday durin' your 'eat everything in sight, drink all of our apple juice, then pass out' session. So now I'm making you help me remake it."

"OK, far. But do we really need to have a pie?"

"Yes, because all our friends are going to come over, still feelin' the high of openin all their presents, and you know they are going to be hopped up on sugar. Especially the twins, with their obsession with soda chuggin'. They only way to keep the house hole free is to feed them.

"True. They do love their food."

"You found that out the hard way."

"Hey that is not my fault!"

"You have a scar from where Sophie stabbed your hand with a spork for trying to take her fries. After Tenn and Minnie told you not to."

"I like fries!"

"And then, as you were still holding a spork in your skin, you decided to try and take Minnie's nuggets. She almost stabbed you with her straw."

"OK, so maybe it was my fault. But hey, I got to go to the hospital for very cheap 'cause of you."

"Is that the only reason you're with me? Because I can get you into the hospital for the price of a fast food meal?"

"Well, yes, but also no. It's also because doctors are hot."

"Ah."

"Nah I'm just messing. Just because you're hot doesn't mean all doctors are hot. Like that correlation causation graph thing. Why am I doing math?"

"Because the author wanted you to."

"Well, she needs to stop because she's delirious." 

"Super delirious for making you do that."

"Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I'm with you because of the fact you make me better. You push me to do things that I'd be afraid to do by myself. You make me happy. You being a hot doctor is just an added bonus."

Ruby snorts, while trying to keep her tears in her eyes. "Not you making me cry on Christmas day."

Clementine just grins, putting the filling in the pie pan, or whatever. I don't feel like thinking about how to make a pie correctly. So this is what you get. Anyway, they put the pie in the oven and set the timer.

"Alright, now we need to make Clemon bars." Ruby grins

"Oh, so you're allowed to make bad puns, but I'm not?"

"Exactly." Ruby grins.

#twdg #twd game #twd #twdg ruby #twdg clementine #twdg rubentine #rubentine #ericsonclanchrismaschallenge

[hysterialevi]

His Name Was Isaac - Ch. 6

Fanfic summary: During a mission to avenge his mother’s death, Isaac hunts down the men responsible for her murder and kills them off one-by-one, only to discover that his last target is taking refuge among the Van der Linde gang. In an attempt to kill them, Isaac attacks the gang and unknowingly becomes enemies with his own father, who is in the process of fighting his own battle for redemption.

Point of view: third-person

Author’s note: This part’s a bit shorter than the others, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thank you for all your support so far :)

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This story is also on AO3

THAT NIGHT

BLACKWATER SALOON

Storming up the wooden staircase, Micah quickly breezed through the other customers scattered around the saloon as he made his way to the young man, ready to beat some answers out of him.

According to the bartender, the man was still in Blackwater and hadn’t taken his leave yet, so Micah decided he’d pay the boy a visit after all the hell that broke loose at the bank.

He knew that the boy would cause some type of damage -- he didn’t seem to be on good terms with the Van der Lindes, after all -- but Micah never expected the kid to cause this much chaos.

Thanks to him, one of their men was dead, the Pinkertons were after them, their supplies had been destroyed, and on top of all that, Dutch was now on high alert for any traitors within the gang.

Micah had no idea if the boy was trying to get them arrested by the law, or just kill the whole lot of them by himself, but he planned on getting an explanation tonight.

And he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Hey!” Micah called out, pounding a fist on the door. “I know you’re in there, princess. You and I need to have a chat.”

Waiting for a response, Micah heard nothing but the muffled sound of someone pacing around the room for a moment, leading him to believe that the boy was either trying to escape or find something to defend himself.

Micah knocked again. “Hey, cowpoke! Open up! Don’t make me break in there.”

This time, a voice replied.

“Gimme a damn minute!”

After a while of waiting, the door finally creaked open to a slit and revealed nothing more than the protruding barrel of a pistol, causing Micah to let out an amused laugh at the hostile greeting.

“...You really is the suspicious type, ain’t you?” He teased.

Isaac didn’t budge. “I prefer the word ‘cautious.”

Micah leaned forward, speaking to the young man in a patronizing voice. “Well, whatever you wanna call it, I’d suggest openin’ this goddamn door right now. ‘Cause otherwise, I might just kick my way in there and give you a beating after that shit you pulled at the camp...!”

The young man scoffed. “I may be suspicious, but at least I ain’t stupid. You really wanna threaten someone who has a gun on you?”

Micah chuckled darkly. “A gun won’t do you no favors when we’re this deep in civilization, boy. You shoot me, and the law’ll be on top of you within minutes. I think I’ll be just fine.”

Isaac widened the gap slightly, allowing the other man to see him more clearly through the door.

“So why did you come here, then? You don’t exactly look like you’re here for a talk.”

Micah leaned against the wall, grinning slyly. “On the contrary, I came here for answers. It’s clear to me now that I underestimated you before, but after all the help I’ve given, I’d say an explanation is due.”

Isaac paused for a minute, contemplating whether to let Micah in or not.

“...Fine.” He settled with. “But I’ll keep my gun handy, if you don’t mind. You don’t exactly radiate with trust.”

Micah smirked at that. “Well, ain’t you a gentleman.”

Letting the other man walk in, Isaac quickly shut the door once Micah was through the entryway and lowered his voice, wanting to avoid the attention of unknown listeners.

It didn’t look like anyone else had followed Micah into the saloon, but purely based on the man’s sour mood alone, Isaac assumed the gang might’ve wanted revenge after everything he’d done.

He’d have to tread carefully from here on out.

“So,” Isaac began, sliding his pistol back into its holster, “what did you wanna ask me?”

Micah took a seat on one of the chairs and lit a cigarette, allowing himself to get comfortable.

“Well, for starters...” he let out a puff of smoke, “...why don’t you tell me your name, boy? Seems only fair, seein’ as how you know mine.”

The young man crossed his arms, admittedly reluctant to share it.

“...Isaac.”

“Isaac?” Micah repeated, dangling the cigarette from between his fingers. “That’s a good name. A strong name. I actually ran with a fella named Isaac many years ago. Sadly, the poor bastard couldn’t live up to it. He was a clumsy drunk. Only in it for the money. But you...”

The outlaw rose from his chair, pointing a finger at the boy. “...You’re smarter than you look, ain’t you? Not many people could’ve snuck into our camp the way you did. But damn, did you take us by surprise.”

Isaac gave him a puzzled look. “How d’you mean?”

“Joe and Cleet never saw you coming,” Micah explained. “They were certain that no one had tampered with our supplies while we was robbin’ the bank, and the encounter with the Pinkertons didn’t exactly help matters neither. Funny how they managed to corner us on the same day of our robbery.”

Micah narrowed his eyes at Isaac. “It’s almost like... someone told them what would happen.”

The boy shrugged. “You gave me the information.”

“All I told you was that we had plans for a robbery,” the older man corrected, his tone more stern now. “I never mentioned nothin’ about a bank. How the hell did you know?”

Isaac gestured loosely to the town around them. “What else is their to rob around these parts? I assumed you weren’t gonna rustle livestock.”

Micah sighed in frustration. “Well, whatever you was plannin’ with that Pinkerton ambush, it nearly got us all killed. Dutch had to take a woman hostage just to get us outta there. And when we got back to camp, poor old Cleet ended up chokin’ on his food. The rest of us probably woulda dropped too if he didn’t go down first.”

That caught the young man’s attention. “The poison worked? Who else did it kill?”

“Nobody.” Micah answered. “Cleet’s the only one.”

Isaac was visibly disappointed at the news. “So Mackintosh is still alive, then.” He pounded a fist on the desk’s surface. “Dammit...!”

Micah perked his head up in interest upon hearing that, causing him to pause mid-action.

“Wait, that’s who you’re after? Shay Mackintosh?” He chuckled at the realization, suddenly understanding why the young man was here. “I see now... you’re tryin’ to eliminate the rest of us, so you can reach little ol’ Shay. Not a bad plan, except for one tiny flaw...”

Isaac let out a bored breath. “...What?”

“Well, you did just poison our food. And destroy our supplies. And steal our money. And break our weapons. I just fail to understand how you expect me to give you information... when I’m starvin’ to death.”

The boy didn’t seem to concerned with the idea. “Simple. You give me what I need, and I’ll pay you back the money I stole. Bit by bit.”

Micah laid a hand on the grip of his revolver. “Or... I could just kill you now, and take it all.”

“You’d never know where to find it.” Isaac countered.

“You don’t have the money on you?”

“Of course not. You think I didn’t expect you to come stompin’ back over here after I took everything you own? Keepin’ that much money on me would’ve been a death sentence.”

Micah backed down from the argument and grumpily conceded Isaac’s point, clearly not too happy with where he’d ended up.  

Just a few days ago, he thought he finally had the opportunity to kick Arthur out of the picture and was planning to use Isaac as the weapon, only to now discover that the boy carried more experience than he initially thought.

If Micah had known that Isaac would actually be able to come through with his plans, he’d never have given him that much information. He figured the boy would’ve gotten killed somewhere along the way, but now, thanks to his own naivety, Isaac was hoarding all of their savings in some godforsaken armpit in West Elizabeth, and using that as a way to keep Micah on a leash.

He was trapped. And the only way out of this mess was through the very man who deceived him in the first place.

What a strange world they lived in.

“...Fine.” Micah grumbled. “What other information d’you need?”

Isaac glanced through the room’s window, making sure that nobody was listening in.

“Now that you’ve finished robbin’ the bank, I assume your gang’s gonna relocate?”

The outlaw nodded. “Yeah. Why?”

Isaac took out the map Micah drew for him, flipping it to the blank side. “I need to know how you’re plannin’ to get there. Just gimme a route, or a town, or anything that could point me in the right direction.”

Micah eyed the map suspiciously. “Shouldn’t you just be concerned with the location itself? Why d’you need to know how we’re gettin’ there?”

“Because that’s the only time your gang will be vulnerable.”

The outlaw paused for a second, piecing the puzzle together in his head. “...So you’re thinking of attacking us on the road, then. Is that it?”

Isaac took out a pencil for Micah. “Yes. The poison didn’t kill Mackintosh, so it looks like I’m gonna have to take a more head-on approach. No more hiding in the shadows or attacking from a distance. I need to confront him face-to-face.”

Micah shrugged in uncertainty. “You sure, princess? It ain’t gon’ be easy. Especially since the rest of the gang will be there, too.”

The boy practically shoved the pencil into his hands. “That’s why I need your information. Then I can decide how I’m gonna separate the lot of you.”

The older man gave in to the kid’s persistence. “Alright, alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though.”

Taking a few minutes to scribble down another map, Micah roughly drew a clear line that carved its way through the Tall Trees region and down to Manzanita Post, curving back up to the Montana River just before the road hit Blackwater. 

“You’re takin’ the gang through Skinner Brother territory?” Isaac asked, noticing the direction of the route.

“We have to. Dutch wants to head back east in search of a cure for his illness.”

The young man rubbed his chin in thought, putting together a new plan in his head. 

“...That’d be a good spot to ambush the gang. There’s a lotta trees, and not that many places to escape. There’s also the fact that you have all them Skinner Brothers crawling around everywhere. It’d be easy to trap Dutch and his men.”

“Yeah, but it’d be easy for you to get stuck, too.”

Isaac’s mind wasn’t swayed. “I’m willin’ to risk it for this.”

“Fair enough.” Micah replied. “Just don’t come cryin’ to me when some crazy bastard’s got your hide roasting on a spit.”

Setting the pencil down, the outlaw finished his map before handing it to the boy, checking to see if he was satisfied with it.

“Is that everything you need?” He questioned flatly, evidently just wanting to go back to the camp.

Isaac thoroughly examined the piece of paper, his brow furrowed in concentration. 

“For now.”

Micah held a hand out. “And my payment?”

Glancing up from the map for a second, Isaac dug into his pockets and pulled out another eighteen dollars, slapping the wad of cash into Micah’s palm.

“There.”

The outlaw licked his finger and began counting the individual bills, stuffing the clump of money into his coat once he was finished.

“Thank you, kind sir. I think I’ll head home now. Good luck on concludin’ whatever business it is you have with Shay. Can’t imagine what he’s done to get you on his tail... but I won’t cry for him.”

Leaving Isaac to his own devices, Micah made a swift exit out of the room and began quietly descending the stairs, not wanting to alert any of the other customers in case the Van der Lindes were among them.

He assumed the rest of the gang would have questions about where he was getting these sudden bundles of cash, but their skepticism meant virtually nothing to him, seeing as how they were already on the verge of death anyways.

At this point, Micah wasn’t even sure if he was interested in leading the gang anymore. He supposed it’d be possible to try and rebuild from the ashes that Dutch left behind, but considering the sad state of their small group of degenerates, he’d be better off hightailing it on his own and making money elsewhere.

He just hoped he could get rid of Arthur before that happened. That man had been a thorn in Micah’s side for far too long, and he knew as well as anybody that they’d never see eye-to-eye on anything. 

His only chance right now was to get Morgan out of the way, and then run off with whatever dwindling legacy Dutch left behind in his absence. 

Some may have called it cowardly, others may’ve called it rotten. All that mattered to Micah was that he made it out of this alive, and a whole lot richer.

It was the only thing he cared about these days, and the only thing that was holding him back.

Money.

#red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #isaac morgan #dutch van der linde #Micah Bell #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 oc

[noctuascion]

It's Christmas in Apex Legends. Time for some HCs for our favorites.

Mirage

Absolutely ADORES Christmas—fuck, he's hosting an entire event based around it. He loves decorating, baking, anything Christmas-related.

Definitely celebrates it with his fellow combatants. Proceeds to annoy the ever-loving shit out of everyone with Christmas music.

"rInG tInG tInGlE bOnG bInG BaNg DiNgLe DoNg DoO"

He gets a lot of death threats from Caustic.

Has a weird nutcracker collection.

Wraith

She hates winter. She despises the cold.

However, she's relaxed a lot since her debut, so she enjoys the festivities with her fellow Legends.

She tries to help with decorating, but it ends up either looking silly with clashing colors and lopsided decorated, or it's just bad.

Everyone appreciates her effort, though.

She's sure it's not her first Christmas, but she's happy one of her first memories will be spending the holidays with her friends.

Wattson

Easily the biggest contributor to the light fixtures they use for the decor.

Mandatory taste-tester for any and all desserts. If it hasn't been tested by her—well, sorry, but it isn't suitable to be released to the others.

Although she misses celebrating with her father, she tries her best to celebrate without bringing down herself with memories of papa.

Writes cards to everyone and attaches little candy canes. Although she tries to make it anonymous, everyone knows it's her (but they don't have the heart to tell her she's been found out).

Octane

Spends the entirety of December trying to perform death-defying stunts involving a flamethrower, a Christmas tree, a motorcycle, and Pathfinder.

Fortunately, Lifeline managed to prevent anything from transpiring, so their Christmas tree (and Pathfinder) are safe.

Proceeds to spend the entire month spiking hot cocoa with caffeine and sugar.

He makes Crypto have a sugar crash and Wattson ends up making enormous light fixtures that cause multiple power outages and short circuits.

Lifeline yells at him.

Pathfinder

Easily the most enthusiastic about participating in the holidays.

Bakes, cooks, cleans, decorates, sings, and gets presents for everyone he can afford.

Totally believes in Santa Clause, so he sees Caustic in his costume and asks for something for Christmas.

Shockingly enough, the robot finds a present in his room on Christmas Day.

Lifeline

She manages to convince Octane to help her set up a charity livestream to help raise funds for certain charity organizations.

Everyone participates (sans a select few) and they raise a fair amount of money, which is donated, as intended.

She then spends most of the month trying to help the various Legends that helped.

She makes a rather mean hot cocoa, though Crypto and Wattson are hesitant to indulge.

She yells at Octane again.

Bangalore

Unfortunately, Bangalore doesn't indulge too much in the holidays. She's more reserved and keeps to herself during December.

Occasionally, she'll go outside in the cold and just take a jog, but, other than that, she doesn't do much.

Appreciates Christmas music but she's sick of Mirage singing "All I Want for Christmas is you" to Crypto.

Likes to occasionally indulge in eggnog.

Caustic

Loves winter because everything dies.

He doesn't care too much for the holidays aside from occasional Christmas movies.

He has a cute Santa-themed Christmas mug he menacingly makes his coffee in. No one likes going into the kitchen because they spot a giant man standing in the middle of the room, staring at them.

He celebrates his own way.

Keeps threatening to experiment on Mirage if he doesn't shut up.

Merry Christmas, Caustic.

Crypto

Actually somehow manages to be even more reserved and soft-spoken around Christmas time.

December reminds him of holidays spent with Mystik and Mila, so he does what he does best: secludes himself from the others.

Whenever he does leave his room (aside from matches), he usually indulges in candy canes and other sweets.

Has a bit of fondness for the decor, but he doesn't really mention that to anyone (especially Mirage).

Wakes up on Christmas morn to Mirage making him breakfast.

He calls him an idiot.

Someone (it was him) hung mistletoe on his drone, so plenty of people were caught under it.

Didn't expect to get caught under it with Mirage.

Gibraltar

CHRISTMAS HUGS, BRUDDA'!

Every morning, one new Legend gets a hug—INCLUDING Caustic. No one is safe from his bear hugs.

Most were immensely grateful. Mirage was startled but ultimately fine with it, but he underestimated Crypto's body mass and crushed him.

It's okay. He made up for it with a softer hug.

He buys presents for EVERYONE, too. Yes, even Caustic.

He can't open candy canes without breaking them.

He made pie!

"i'M oPeNiN' tHe PrEsEnT"

Bloodhound

Not exactly the most festive, so they remain to themselves like they normally do.

Occasionally, someone will find a shiny trinket as a present, or a knife. They dont know if it's a threat or an actual present.

Also carves more for some reason.

Unintentionally adds to Mirage's nutcracker collection when they make him one.

They're doing their best.

Merry Christmas!!!

#apex legends #mirage #elliott witt #crypto #tae joon park #caustic #alexander nox #wattson #natalie paquette #makoa gibraltar #pathfinder #bangalore #anita williams #lifeline #ajay che #octane #octavio silva #bloodhound #wraith #renee blasey #merry christmas!! #headcanons #these are slightly not good but i tried my best #should've been around for halloween #that would've been amazing #but christmas will do #oops i added cryptage #i couldn't help it #they're so good

[nctbythemoon]

     hello,  hello,  fellow  aliens  !  you  can  call  me  nochu  n  i  reside  on  the  gmt+1  timezone  (  i  was  hella  confused  for  a  moment  about  openin,  i’m  not  very  smart  )  .  either  way,  my  discord  is  𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝#6348  so  if  you  rather  there  ...  ya  know,  i’m  all  in  !  either  way,  hang  with  me  while  i  try  to  uncover  this  paradox

     ˙✫*ﾟJEON JUNGKOOK,  MALE  ,  HE/HIM  :･ did  you  hear atlas moon is  joining  the  cast  of  exposed  after  word of an orgy house party  was  revealed  ?  the  twenty-four  year  old  musician  with 10m is  trying  to  clear  their  name  .  they've  become  known  as  the  resident  bohemian  in  the  mansion  ,  and  it's  clear  that's  spot  on  because  they're  quite -  obsessive & -  possessive ,  but  also +  charismatic &  +  creative .  you  know  they're  heading  to  the  confession  booth  if  you  hear  if you can’t hang  by  sleeping with sirens  blasting  ,  most  likely  talking  about  how  they're  more  than half  tattooed  sleeves  enlaced  with  intoxicated  drinks  and  loud  music,  quiet  studios  filled  with  troubling  thoughts,  empty  hospitals  at  5am,  half  -  drunk  whiskey  bottles  and  unfinished  manuscripts  with  coffee  stains .

          triggers  might  include  :  heavy  drugs,  schizophrenia,  anxiety,  neglect,  toxic  relationship,  attempted  suicide,  death

full  name  :  moon  joonhyun

nicknames  /  stage  name  :  atlas  moon,  moon,  moonie

age  :  twenty  -  four

date  of  birth  :  april  25th  1996

zodiac  sign  :  taurus  sun,  capricorn  moon,  gemini  rising

place  of  birth  :  busan,  south  korea

occupation  :  songwriter  /  singer  /  performer

claims  :  patrick  stump  (  fall  out  boy  ),  jungkook’s  covers  (  because  ...  they’re  gorge  )

tattoos  :  jungkook’s  tattoos  (  reference,  reference,  reference  )

piercings  :  tongue  piercing

romantic  orientation  :  panromantic

sexual  orientation  :  demiromantic

mental  illness  :  schizophrenia,  anxiety

     brief  family  history  (  triggers  :  schizophrenia,  anxiety,  neglect,  attempt  suicide,  death  )

unlike  many  think,  atlas  was  born  in  south  korea  ;  youngest  to  of  three  ,  one  could  discuss  the  moon’s  were  never  truly  happy  .  since  early  age  atlas  was  forced  to  understand  his  mother  was  extremely  ill  and  that  most  were  times  where  she  would  express  her  anger  towards  him  than  love  .  but  whatever  love  wasn’t  given,  it  was  replaced  by  the  many  nannies  and  many  material  items  they  were  drowned  with

their  father  was  always  too  busy  working,  merging  with  international  companies  and  searching  for  the  best  medical  treatments  for  his  mother  ,  so  they  barely  saw  him  either  ,  finding  comfort  with  each  other  and  the  maids  ,  trying  to  grow  apart  from  that  world  that  was  his  mother’s.  yet  it  was  quite  impossible  ,  as  the  several  treatments  pulled  them  apart  from  korea  and  all  over  the  world  .  but  alas,  his  mother’s  health  was  more  important

schizophrenia  trigger  //  but  something  felt  odd  to  atlas  and  it  started  very  early  as  well  .  however  busy  his  mind  seemed  to  be  with  other  things  ,  voices  ,  energies  ,  always  seemed  to  pull  him  to  his  mother’s  room  .  not  in  search  of  love  ,  of  comfort  ,  but  in  pure  hatred  .  he  couldn’t  help  it  ,  these  voices  and  delusions  mostly  told  him  to  end  the  family’s  issue  ;  and  one  day  ,  he  tried  ,  finally  caving  to  them  .  but  at  the  same  time  ,  he  wasn’t  ready  to  see  what  he  saw

attempt  suicide  trigger  //  blood  ,  all  red  ,  against  the  purest  of  skins  .  atlas  was  only  seven  years  old  when  he  found  his  mother  trying  to  commit  suicide  .  for  the  next  ten  minutes  ,  he  stood  there  ,  unable  to  think  through  .  and  then  ,  a  shout  ,  but  not  belonging  to  him  .  his  older  brother  was  quick  ,  oh  so  quick  ,  to  cover  his  eyes  and  pull  him  out  of  the  room  ,  but  the  damage  was  done  :  atlas  had  been  in  there  for  to  long  .  his  father,  a  strict  but  caring  man  ,  was  quick  to  hire  a  therapist  for  his  youngest  ,  but  oh  ,  how  many  more  trouble  would  that  arise  

schizophrenia  trigger  //   the  voices  .  when  someone  asks  you  what  made  you  go  to  that  room  ,  when  being  told  since  birth  not  to  ,  the  last  thing  you  should  answer  is  the  voices  .  but  a  young  child  like  atlas  did  intend  to  lie  ,  did  not  know  it  wasn’t  normal  .  nor  the  therapist  ever  told  him  directly  ,  scribbling  away  on  her  notepad  ,  but  later  ,  much  later  ,  after  several  testing  ,  the  terrible  words  were  spoken  .  joohyun  is  schizophrenic  .  yes  ,  like  his  mother  .  it  was  more  than  his  father  could  take  .  one  ?  he  could  handle  .  but  two  ?  no  boy  of  his  would  have  it  .  atlas  was  then  sent  to  psychiatric  hospital  ,  away  from  everyone

atlas  spent  seven  years  on  that  hospital  (  from  7  to  14  )  ,  alone  and  isolated  from  the  world  .  the  only  people  he  came  in  contact  with  were  the  maids  and  his  elder  brothers  when  they  could  escape  ,  but  his  father  never  visited  .  that  grew  resent  and  strain  in  their  relationship  ,  but  atlas  found  peace  in  the  two  things  the  hospital  supported  :  drawing  and  music  .  self  -  taught  himself  to  play  the  piano  and  guitar  and  took  weekly  violin  classes,  to  better  express  his  hatred  and  less  than  ideal  emotions  .  in  a  way  ,  he  was  the  best  -  behaved  patient  they  had  and  with  some  convincing  and  medication  ,  the  hospital  convinced  his  father  to  give  him  home  again  ,  to  let  him  live  a  normal  life  .  he  finally  accepted

death  trigger  //  there  was  a  catch  ,  however  .  the  only  reason  why  he  was  allowed  home  was  because  his  mother  had  passed  .  despite  hating  everything  about  his  father  ,  he  attended  the  funeral  out  of  respect  for  his  brothers,  promising  himself  he  would  never  let  his  life  out  of  control  like  his  mother  had  .  he  was  enrolled  in  the  same  private  school  as  his  brothers  and  the  three  agreed  to  conceal  the  fact  he  had  spent  the  last  7  years  in  an  “  asylum  “  and  he  adapted  pretty  decently

his  social  skills  weren’t  as  damaged  as  he  thought  and  he  got  himself  involved  with  sports  and  art  ,  forming  the  band  would  become  fallen  ,  making  sure  he  kept  up  with  his  studies  ,  but  again  ,  tragedy  struck  again

death  trigger  //  his  older  brother  ,  liam  ,  was  killed  in  a  car  accident  ,  taking  all  the  breath  and  floor  from  atlas  .  their  elder  sibling  had  always  taken  care  of  them  ,  making  sure  the  communication  between  him  and  his  father  were  clean  ,  among  many  other  things  ,  and  it  was  gone  .  atlas  took  it  very  personally  ,  going  without  his  medication  and  resorting  to  other  ways  to  numb  that  pain  ,  almost  failing  to  graduate  .  his  life  turned  around  in  2  seconds  and  his  father  finally  was  ready  to  send  him  back  to  the  hospital  ,  but  this  time  ,  atlas  was  ready

leaving  home  was  one  of  the  best  decisions  he  took  ,  crashing  at  one  of  his  bandmate’s  homes  .  this  situation  only  lasted  a  couple  of  months  ,  as  a  scout  found  them  in  one  of  their  underground  performances  and  was  quick  to  sign  them  .  atlas  quickly  kept  spiraling  down

     thus  the  orgy  story  ...

it  wasn’t  meant  to  blow  up  .  whenever  his  brother’s  death  comes  around  ,  he  does  anything  to  just  stop  the  pain  .  he  knows  very  well  he  can’t  use  drugs  to  the  point  of  overdosing  but  he  also  can’t  deal  with  himself  .  not  when  his  own  illness  feeds  into  his  pain  ,  increasing  ,  especially  if  he  drops  his  meds  .  which  he  does  ,  too  often  .  he  was  a  little  too  high  when  a  phone  was  turned  on  ,  he  didn’t  realized  that  flash  was  of  someone  filming  ,  taking  pictures  ,  and  his  pleased  smile  just  becomes  so  much  prominent  among  warm  bodies  and  loud  sounds  .  was  his  label  even  surprised  ?  not  anymore  ,  but  they  needed  to  improve  his  image  .  fast  .

     small  details  about  his  personality  ?

he  doesn’t  take  his  meds  .  nope  .  but  if  you  tell  him  to  take  his  meds  ?  he’s  gonna  sulk  all  day

not  that  many  people  know  he  suffers  from  it

doesn’t  like  shoes  for  life  of  it  .  if  he  can  go  barefoot  ?  he  will  ,  without  a  second  thought

much  life  of  the  party  ,  much  nice  and  much  liking  to  have  fun  ,  however  his  mood  falls  really  quick  out  of  nowhere  ;  check  him  locking  himself  in  his  room  if  this  happens  ?  he  doesn’t  allow  anyone  to  see  him  like  that

will  kill  for  his  friends

his  fans  are  his  family  ;  cares  so  deeply  for  them  ,  loves  interacting  with  them  ,  just  overall  thriving

black  clothes  ,  black  hair  ,  black  everything

tattoos  are  his  healing  process

     well  ,  this  sucked  so  much  ,  please  bare  with  me  ,  i  promise  i  plot  good  (  do  u  rlly  ,  nochu  )  .  SO  .  yea  .  do  it  .

#exposed.intro #tw schizophrenia #tw attempt suicide #tw death #tw drugs #tw neglect

[queen-scribbles]

Opening Day

For @pillarspromptsweekly fill 103, which marks maybe the dozenth time I’ve gone “Eh, I don’t have an idea, maybe I’ll skip this one” only for the muses to come clamoring by the end of the day. :P Set in the modern AU I started, before Catching Up and My Lucky Day. 

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“So... where are we going again?”

Tavi rolled her eyes. “Y’know, it’d be real nice for that memory like a fuckin’ steel trap to extend beyond work occasionally.”

Khellin shrugged innocently and braced his feet against the dash.

She sighed. “Put your feet down, you’re gonna break your fuckin’ legs if we crash.” She waited until he obliged to answer the question. “One of Aloth’s friends is openin’ a new cafe with her brother, today’s their grand opening, an’ I said I’d try to swing by.”

“Aloth has friends?” Khellin deadpanned. “Here I thought he preferred books over kith.”

Tavi let go of the steering wheel with one hand to smack him up the back of the head. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re Mr. Fuckin’ Social Butterfly. And yes, he does. Maybe not a lot, but neither do you or I.” She turned into the parking lot and found a space. “He and Adela had some class on the history of magical theory  or some shit like that together, wound up paired for both projects that required partners, and she must’ve made a good impression, ‘cause they’re still friends.”

“Mm,” Khellin grunted as they climbed out of Tavi’s Jeep. He studied the plate glass window while they waited to cross the street, and Tavi watched his lips move as he read it to himself. ‘Café Nua.’ Then, below the large, stylized name, ‘Coffee. Tea. Pastries. Books.’ “Books?” he repeated aloud, arching a brow. 

“Yeah.” She tugged his arm to follow her dash across the street with a break in traffic. “It’s a combo bookstore and café, way I understand.”

“Well, good luck to them, ‘specially here,” Khellin muttered, staring at the flowers wreath design that ringed the café name. “There’s a fuckin’ Leaden Tea franchise ‘round the corner and... six doors down,” he explained before she could ask. “Had about I’d guess a decade to entrench themselves as part of kith’s routine.” He raised a brow as he pulled the door open. “Your boyfriend’s probably frequented it more than once with all those late night study sessions.”

“It’s a coffee shop, not a brothel, Khel, so I dunno what’s with the tone. And it was the only place around here,” Tavi countered. “Now it’s not. And this place is nice,” she added, looking around.

The café was well-lit, plenty of tables scattered around, seating split between rather comfortable-looking wooden chairs and benches built into the walls. A painted border of ivy ran around the walls at roughly shoulder height for Khellin, joined by a spray of purple, pink, and blue wildflowers around the swinging door she figured led to the bookshop.

“You want me to order you somethin’ while you look for your boyfriend?” Khellin asked, craning his neck to see the menu mounted on the wall over the milling crowd. It was a good turnout for the opening of a place this size.

“Like you read my fuckin’ mind,” she grinned. “Hazelnut coffee an’ a bear claw if they have ‘em. Five bucks says I find Aloth in some corner of the bookshop that’s way quieter than in here.” She gestured to the wide collection of chattering kith that surrounded them.

“Not takin’ that bet.” Khellin shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. “‘M not stupid.”

Tavi laughed and headed toward the door. It swung open just as she reached to to admit a blonde-furred orlan, equally blonde hair pulled back in a braid it was starting to escape, and smears of dust on her lilac sundress.

“Oops, sorry! Didn’t hit you did I?” she asked, one hand sweeping back the loose wisps of hair.

“Nope, no worries,” Tavi promised. “I wasn’t close enough for there to be any damage.”

“Oh, good.” The orlan smiled, then cocked her head, a curious glint in her eye.  “You wouldn’t happen to be Tavi, would you?”

“I would actually.” Tavi raised an eyebrow. “What gave me away?”

“The shirt.” She nodded toward the well-worn Sleeves are Bullshit emblazoned across Tavi’s chest.”Aloth may have mentioned it being your favorite once or twice.”

“So, does that make you Adela?” Tavi asked with a chuckle.

“Yes! Oh, sorry, manners.” She stuck out her hand and Tavi shook it. “Adela Tecali, but you can call me Adi. Everyone does, except Aloth. And a few of my professors when I was at the university.” Her fingers fiddled with the ivory elephant pendent that hung around her neck. “Nice as it is to meet you, I came over ‘cause Ben needed help, so I gotta go...”

“Sure, we can talk later,” Tavi nodded, Adi already moving past her toward the pastry counter. “Oh, is Aloth-?”

“Reading? Yep,” Adi called over her shoulder.

Good thing Khel didn’t take that bet, Tavi smirked as she pushed through the door and into the quiet of the bookshop.

Aloth was not hidden away in some back corner like she’d expected, however. He’d claimed a deep, low-backed chair that looked extremely comfortable and had a good view of the front door

“Not gonna make me brave a maze of shelves to find you this time, Corfiser?” she teased, perching on the back of his chair.

He flinched as he looked up from his book, and Tavi smiled watching him refocus on the real world rather than whichever written one he’d been enjoying.  A smile he matched upon catching her eye. “They’re hardly a maze in this place, Tavi. And I thought you’d appreciate my making it easy just this once.”

“I do.” She leaned down to steal a kiss. “Even though I suspect the real reason is keeping an eye on things for Adi?”

Aloth chuckled as he nodded, closing the book and half-turning to more comfortably meet her eye. “Met her, did you?”

“Yeah, she seems nice.” Tavi smirked. “Probably a bit much of a chatterbox for you at times, but if she loves books enough to open up a whole fuckin’ bookstore, I can see why you’ve stayed friends.”

“You’re not wrong,” he admitted, running a finger along the edge of the book’s cover. “She jokes we balance each other out; my quiet and her noise. But she is a good friend, so if I can help out with this, since they’re busier than anticipated, then I shall.”

“Guess it’s a good thing to be busier than expected, huh? ‘Specially at your grand openin’, and extra especially when you’re so close to a blazin’ Leaden Tea location.” She adjusted her position to keep keep from sliding off her perch.  “Why’d they pick here, anyway?”

“It was the only place they could afford that was also the correct set-up and size,” Aloth said. He reached for the half-full mug of tea sitting on the end table by his chair and Tavi smelled blackberries on the wafting steam as he took a sip. “Adela’s hoping they fill a different enough niche for business to stay steady after this initial rush.” 

“I’d definitely rather come to a place like this, ‘specially if the coffee and pastries are good,” Tavi said, leaning back to scan the bookshelves behind her. “The personal touch is always nice.” She pushed to her feet. “And now that I’ve touched base with you, I think I’ll go see if Khel has my coffee yet.”

Aloth raised a brow. “He came, too?”

“You kiddin’?” she snorted. “You know my brother; I mentioned food and he was ready to run here on fuckin’ foot. Even if this wouldn’t normally be his first choice of venue.” She nodded toward the shelves. “Good luck with your guard duties.”

He chuckled. “Thank you.”

Tavi let her fingers brush against his shoulder as she turned to go, and caught the half-smile tugging his lips before he flipped his book open once more.

Khellin was just claiming a table when she found him and he grinned as he sat down. “Perfect timing; I was about to text you soon as I had a hand free.” He gestured toward the sage green cup and small plate. “Somethin’ about you had thirty seconds before I started eatin’ your food b’cause that looks fuckin’ delicious.”

“Well, I appreciate your restraint in givin’ me thirty whole seconds,” Tavi said dryly as she dropped into the chair. “‘Specially considerin’ you have you own.”

“Like that would stop me,” he grunted, breaking off part of his muffin and popping it in his mouth.

Tavi rolled her eyes, waved back to Adi when she grinned at her from behind the counter, and tore off a piece of her bear claw. She was encouraged by Khellin’s soft, happy groan at his muffin, and was not disappointed by her own pastry.  “Oh, my fuckin’ gods, that’s good,” she mumbled around a mouthful of icing, pastry, and almond flakes. “Yeah, Khel, if you’d eaten this, I’d’ve had to fuckin’ kill you.”

He laughed. “If it’s as good as my muffin, it would be worth it.”

They sat in silence for a while, kith-watching while they enjoyed their coffee and food. The café was mostly full, so there was plenty to catch their eye.

Before she knew it, Tavi had reached the dregs of her coffee and only crumbs remained on her plate. She swirled the small amount of coffee and looked at the menu board. “I’m gonna get another,” she said, the chair legs scraping across the floor as she stood. “Since Ravi has me workin’ late shift tonight. You want a round two?”

“Y’know, most kith would maybe hesitate referrin’ to their boss by a nickname they knew he hated,” Khellin remarked, brow arched as he handed her his plate and empty cup. “And if you’re buyin’, yes, I will.”

“I don’t do it around him, I’m not stupid,” Tavi snorted. “You want another straight black or...?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Comin’ right up,” she joked, and headed for the counter.

There was an actual lull in customers, but Adi was on the phone, and the other orlan Tavi assumed was her brother had ducked into the back for something, so she still had to wait. Adi flashed an apologetic smile and held up one finger, to which Tavi nodded understanding and idly scanned the pastry case while she waited.

She couldn’t help but overhear Adi’s side of the conversation, however.  “What? Are you alright?....” a heavy sigh, “How long’s that gonna take?... Well, I’m glad you’re okay, an’ I guess just get here when you can.” Adi hung up and pushed her glasses up onto her forehead so she could rub her eyes before flashing Tavi a smile. “Whadidja need?”

“Another hazelnut, and another black coffee. To-go this time,” Tavi replied, nudging the mugs across the counter. She nodded toward the phone. “Trouble?”

“Of the car variety, yes,” Adi nodded as she moved to wash her hands and get the requested coffee. “For the employee whose shift is s‘pposed to start in five minutes. I need to get back over to the bookshop, but I can’t leave Ben alone with this many kith. Here ya go.”

Tavi took the coffees and handed over the money, lips pursed in thought.  “Y’know... I’ve got a good chunk of the day left  before I gotta be at work. I dunno shit about coffee and pastries, but the register over in your bookshop”--she nodded to the swinging door--”looks like the same one we use at the bar. If you want--an’ trust me enough--I could handle that part for ya ‘til your back-up gets here.”

Adi’s whole face seemed to light up with relief. “Would you? That would be fantastic. An’ Aloth’s a good judge of character; if he trusts you enough to date you, I think I can trust you to run my bookshop for an hour or two,” she winked. “Keya should be here by then.”

“Alright.” Tavi winked back. “Oh, and you can just pay me in pastries, ‘cause those things are damn good.”

Adi giggled. “I’ll pass your compliments along to Ben. And thank you, seriously. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Hey,” Tavi shrugged. “Any friend of Aloth’s is a friend of mine. Lemme give my brother his coffee and I’ll head right over.” She strode to the table, handed Khellin the sturdy paper cup and the keys to her Jeep. “I’m lendin’ a hand for a couple hours, so you can head back to my place to get your car if y’ want.”

Khellin took both coffee and keys. “You trust me with your baby? And how will you get back?”

“That’s right, don’t make me fuckin’ regret it, an’ I’ll just catch a ride with Aloth.”

He smirked. “Does Aloth have a key to your place, or do I need to leave the door unlocked if I don’t hang around ‘til you get back?”

Shit. She glared in response to his triumphant grin. She hadn’t wanted to admit anything yet. “...Aloth has a key.”

“Kana owes me ten bucks,” Khellin gloated as he pushed to his feet. 

“Dick,” Tavi growled, still glaring. “What have I told you about bettin’ on my love life?”

“What love life?” Khellin said with a chuckle, darting for the door before she could retort.

Tavi rolled her eyes--Brothers--and headed for the bookshop. He was lucky she couldn’t go after him right now.

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In the end, it only took just over an hour before Adi showed up in the bookshop with a bag of pastries and the news Keya had made it, so Tavi could go. “Thank you so much, really, it was a huge help.”

“No problem,” Tavi laughed, nodding toward where Aloth still sat in the chair (though significantly further through his book). “I had good company.”

He rolled his eyes and Adi giggled.

“You’re welcome to hang around longer if you want, obviously,” she said, twirling a loose wisp of hair, “but I hereby release you from cash register duty.”

“Normally I’d love to, but I do have work tonight, I so I think I’ll steal your book guardian to give me a ride home...”

Aloth nodded at the hint and closed his book. “Of course.” He handed Adi the book as he stood. “Thank you for the recommendation, Adela. It was precisely what I was looking for-”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Adi grinned. “I thought of you when I got it in.”

He smiled. “If Tavi can spare me five minutes, I do want to buy it.”

“Sure,” Tavi shrugged.

“Great!” Adi beamed.

It did indeed only take five minutes, and then they were on their way.

Aloth was quiet for the first minute or so, before, “Thank you for helping.”

“It was for strictly mercenary reasons,” Tavi joked, rattling the pastry bag.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he retorted, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Okay, you caught me,” she said with a shrug. “Adi’s nice, and b’sides, she’s your friend.  I know you don’t let a lot of kith that close, so I figure the ones you do are good for me to be friends with, too.”

Aloth’s smile widened. “Whatever your reasoning, I’m sure Adela appreciated it even more than she let on.” He reached for her hand and laced his fingers between hers as he repeated, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Tavi said, squeezing his hand. “It’s a nice little place. Would make a great date spot,” she hinted.

Aloth chuckled and squeezed her hand back. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She was pretty sure he’d already had it in mind, but the promise still made her smile. A little place like that would be a welcome change from the typical crowds and subsequent noise at Leaden Tea, so for that reason alone--not to mention the delicious pastries--she wished Adi and Ben success that extended far beyond their opening day.

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Adi’s dress is something like this one, just more casual and sundress-y. 

Tavi is absolutely wearing this shirt. 

She and Aloth have only been dating 2-3 months at this point, and with how badly her last relationship(Everin) ended, she’s playing details a lot closer to her chest this time around.

Khellin, being a nosy and protective little brother, has been digging for said details at every angle he can conceive the whole 2-3 months, so her basically handing him an opening on a golden platter was a big victory.

I sorta made the Leaden Tea into the Starbucks of this AU? Whoops?

#queens fic #pillars prompts weekly #tavi illani #khellin illani #aloth corfiser #adela tecali #modern au #this ran away from me and my hand was starting to hurt toward the end so i had to do a different ending #i love tavi and khel's relationship SO MUCH #there's a reason i gave him back to her even in canon #and yes adi co-owning cafe nua is ABSOLUTELY intended to lead to a coffee shop meet cute for her and heodan #they can compete with ederity for who's more nauseatingly adorable :D