#But maybe i can test the waters if there are enough nots or not

[corner-stories]

amateur horticulturalist

Bart Allen. Rose Wilson.

Apricots. Gardens. Flowers.

810 words.

(ao3.)

Titans Compound had many things to it — a computer room that could rival the Pentagon, a kitchen stocked with enough tea to last the millennium, and an armory full of wonderful toys that only a billionaire bat could procure. 

But somehow, the discovery of a greenhouse in the south end has Rose Wilson exceedingly confused. She stands in the doorway, perplexed as she takes in the sight of plant beds, growing trees, and flowers so lush she would swear they weren’t even real. As of now she had been living at the Compound for a month, yet now is the first time she’s stepping into this little slice of nature. 

The space mainly consists of one large bed that a medley of plants share, but in the back are smaller ones separated by glass walls, presumably to give each species the best environment to cultivate growth. 

In the midst of the mainbed is her generation’s speedster. Bart Allen kneels by a bed of herbs and gently uses a spray bottle to water their roots. 

Rose has known Bart longer than nearly anyone else on the team, but never in her life would she peg him as the green thumb type. 

For a moment Rose can only stare at the place in awe, then after a few minutes of looking utterly aghast she says the first words that come to mind.  

“What the fuck? When has this been here?”

Bart glances at her, then stands up straight with the spray bottle in hand.  

“Ever since the Compound was made, I think,” he answers. He takes a few steps to the left and begins gently spritzing the mint and parsley. “Kory helped build it. She left a whole buncha notes about taking care of everything, so I’m just pickin’ up where she left off. Tameranean flowers are pretty finicky though. They’re like the alien divas of the plant world.”

Bart nods to one corner of the room. Upon looking over, Rose is greeted to the sight of flowers she has never seen in her twenty odd years of life, the hue of the petals are so vivid she begins to rethink how she saw colors before — the pinks just seem pinker, the reds just seem redder, and the blues just seem bluer. 

Rose looks back to Bart, utterly convinced (but no less surprised) that he has taken care of the place so well. 

“What else is here aside from alien plants and herbs?” she asks. 

Bart lets out a huff, then glances around the greenhouse like he hasn’t been meticulously tending to it for god knows how long.

“Uh… we got uh… forget-me-nots?” he tries, placing one hand on his hip.“Marigolds, peonies, and… oh!” 

In a flash, Bart zips over to one of the small sections of the greenhouse. In even less time he returns to Rose with a small, orange fruit in his hand. 

“May I offer you an apricot in these trying times?” he offers with a smile. 

Rose smirks, flattered. “What a gentleman.” She takes the apricot from Bart’s hand, pressing on it slightly to test the ripeness. “Thanks.” 

Bart clicks his tongue and gives her what many would call ‘finger guns.’  

“Ay, no problem. Only the best from the Titans greenhouse.” 

Carefully, Rose takes a small nibble of the apricot. She isn’t sure what she’s expecting, yet somehow the sensation of sweetness falling over her tongue leaves her surprised.

Despite being impressed, Rose takes in a breath and maintains her cool-girl front. 

“You never struck me as the gardener type,” she remarks in a low voice.

“Ehhh, it helps clear my head,” Bart shrugs. He stands at the bed of herbs once again, soon kneeling down to make sure every plant is being properly nurtured. 

To see Bart Allen — a young man with a legendary inability to sit still — seeming so calm in the presence of plants is perhaps the biggest surprise of them all. Who knew that the happiest he could ever be involved having dirt all over his shoes and jeans? For a guy who loves free wi-fi and gaming more than anything else, gardening has certainly struck a chord with him.

Rose takes another bite of the apricot and kneels down beside Bart. Maybe this way she can understand what he loves about plants so much. 

“I guess ‘amateur-botanist’ would look pretty good on a resume,” she quips.

With the gentlest touch, Bart spritzes water onto some chives. “Actually, I believe the term would be ‘amateur-horticulturist.’ ” 

Bemused, Rose rolls her eye. “Okay, amateur horti-cultist. Whatever you say, Freckles.” 

Bart lets out a chuckle, then looks at his teammate with a friendly gaze. “Don’t you ever call me by my name?” 

Rose shrugs as she takes another bite of her apricot. “I could, but I won’t.”

Bart can only scoff. “Oh, you wound me, Rose.” 

#bart allen #rose wilson #ravager #impulse #kid flash #titans #teen titans #dc #flashfam #bartrose #i'm always gonna give these two a lil flirtationship #you can't stop me

[a-lost-crow]

I made a ROTBTD Modern Au based off one of my other doodles I did of them. And there’s a twist to the AU. They have powers just because

There’s infodump about it below if y’all want to see. At the end it’s just a whole section of Jack in the au because I latch onto that mf so much

Just like from the original movies, Jack and Rapunzel have their powers

BUT Rapunzel can cut her hair and still use her healing powers. As she uses her powers her hair regrows.

Jack’s hair turns white whenever he uses his ice powers. And in this AU there’s a different power system on how people can see him.

Some doodles will have hair gradients on them either because they’re using their powers or I just want to draw it like that lol

The group all met each other at a Drama class. 

They didn’t get all together until they had a heated debate about improvisation

Merida made a brain cell plush for the group to take turns on who gets the brain cell

They lost that plush

No one has brain cells now

Hiccup, Jack, and Rapunzel attend Merida’s volleyball competitions

Rapunzel fought with someone in one of them

Merida convinced the other three to try doing volleyball. And they found it a great activity to pass time with

Sometimes they mess around and cheat by using powers or just playing rough with the ball

Merida is so shocked that Rapunzel willingly wants to go to the nursing field. 

She always thought Rapunzel is more of an artsy type, but it turns out that Rapunzel would rather take care of people rather than to please them

Merida and Rapunzel constantly bond over mommy issues. They would cry over mother characters who show care to their children.

Hiccup and Rapunzel would draw their friends in incorrect quotes

Merida and Jack would call them the horse girl duo

The other two can’t even argue about that because it’s all true. No matter how much they deny it

Merida and Jack always have the caring sibling vibes because of their younger siblings

Though if either of the friend group gets in trouble for doing mischief, Merida will be blamed for it

Merida has a big influence especially on Hiccup and it shows

Like the doodle I drew, Hiccup found a way to ratio Jack in the meanest way possible

People believe that Hiccup grew a thicker skin because of Merida. That’s true and a fact.

Jack and Rapunzel can live longer due to their powers but Rapunzel is the only one showing signs of aging

Jack retorts by making Prince Phillip jokes to her

I oddly like writing this duo a lot huh

Both of them fight scary creatures and spirits because their powers destined them to do so

This is the section where I talk about Jack Frost because my brainrot of him is indeed real.

Just like Jack’s old story, he unfortunately died at a young age (14) by saving his sister from the breaking ice

He then got powers but the only difference is that people still see him because they knew him before

Jack is still invisible by people who don’t know him. But you can easily see him if you mention him or hear about him.

The Guardians still have their powers but altered for the AU (just assume I know what I’m doing at this)

So they just found this little shit the day he tried messing up Easter

They kept him around and eventually adopted him for some reason, 

Mostly because at the same day he messed up Easter, the Man in the Moon chose him to be the next guardian.

Like the original movie, he denied the request but eventually he succumb to being both a guardian and a family member

And yes it is the generic North is the dad, Tooth is the mom, and Bunny is the older brother

Both parents are teachers in a school Jack is in

The thing is that he just died around last year so he’s trying to get the hang of being immortal and watching life pass by him. 

And knowing that there are times that he can’t always save people.

Anyways he tries to find the ups of it like making a family of snowmen or snowball fights with kids

He’s often fond to see how kids are and the way they act. It sort of reflects his life being taken away so soon. And seeing kids being happy reminds him that they still have a long way to go.

That part is what made him accept himself being a guardian

108 notes on this and I’ll make a fanfic based off this au. Also if you have a question you can ask in the ask box (AND THAT I AM HYPERFIXATED IN THIS FOR SOME REASON)

#rise of the brave tangled dragons #ROTBTD #Jack Frost #Rapunzel #Merida #hiccup haddock #Modern AU #I can always make fanfiction of it. I just don't have the balls to post it #But maybe i can test the waters if there are enough nots or not #Only time will tell #What are chances that I'll add a ship in the AU #Em See es Em followers I am sorry that y'all have to see this

[slasherbastard]

Hi im so so sorry to bother but I was wondering if I could maybe get a match up?? It nots that okay I understand! But I am a girl, I'm 5 foot and I'm pretty pale and slim, I dress in a mix of trad goth and nu goth style, I love horror and all things spooky, I pratice witchcraft specifically the "darker" side of things, I love wearing large platforms and doing really cool makeup ans wearing a lot of jewelry, again I really love horror especially horror movies, I like both guys and girls as well, I'm really quite and keep to myself when I first meet someone but I do try to talk and conversate, I have a bit of a short temper and sometimes I can be mean Unintentionally when I really tired or anxious, I love sleeping and I nap a lot, I love to joke around and talk about everything and anything, I love rock, deathmetal, and goth music, I am constantly dying and changing my hair from super bright colors to dark ones, my hair is short and cut like ramona flowers hair, im a bit loud and clumsy sometimes but I'm also sometimes really quite and sneaky without trying and there's no in-between, I am a horrible procrastinator and I easily forget things, I love video games and art, and my hobbies include reading, writing, gaming, reading tarot cards and my craft. My favorite color is purple and I am deathly afraid of bugs and spiders. I love cats and rabbits and all animals that are Tony and cute and I have a horrible habit of drinking sodas and leaving then halfways finished and staying up to ungodly hours of the night and then complaining about how tired I am the next day. Thank you so so much again!!

I’m gonna apologise every time I post a matchup because I’m taking forever to do them so sorry!

I pair you with

Asa Emory and Nancy Downs!

(gif credit: loo-nuh-tik and diablito666)

Nancy isn’t really used to seeing other people who look like her so when she first saw you she just knew that she had to be friends with you and then suddenly you were dating. She loves your whole get go, the music, the style, the hair, your love for witchcraft? You’re both so similar that it’s a bit spooky (haha see what I did there? Sorry), she’s actually glad that you like the same things as her so she won’t feel the need to hide anything from you. She would melt if she caught you wearing her clothes, even one of her necklaces. Also she might steal some of your clothes - it’ll get to a point where neither of you will be able to tell who originally owned which shirt or pair of shoes. Practicing witchcraft with her is one of her favourite ways to spend time with you!

Cuddling and watching horror movies. Do I need to say more? These two LOVE cuddling with you and watching horror movies. Another thing they love about you is your art, they both think you’re so talented and anything you draw gets either hung up or kept somewhere safe, same goes for your writing, they’ll want to read it no matter what it’s about. They both seem like scary and heartless people but they’re not, especially around you since you’re their weakness. Asa and Nancy are both new to videogames, they’re aware of them but they’ve never had the time to try any out. Nancy would love the silent hill games while Asa probably wouldn’t be too into any games, maybe Bioshock? 

Nancy has a short temper of her own and although she doesn’t really know how to control herself most of the time, she knows a few tricks to help calm herself down at least enough to not want to fill someone’s house with bugs and snakes which she’ll offer to you if you’re ever upset (the tricks, not the bugs). Again, they both seem scary and heartless but if anything or anyone is bothering you then they’ll help out no matter what. Asa would be the type to “dislike” the idea of having a cat but imagine this, late at night while he’s grading test papers or maybe even passed out from overworking himself, cuddling up with the cat and gently snoring. But Asa does have two dogs so if you did get a cat then it’d have to stay away from those two. Meanwhile Nancy would be over the moon - but she’d definitely want a black cat because why not. 

The only problem with Asa is that he loves insects and spiders and he collects them (he does study them so there’s no surprise there). He might try to help you with your phobias but if it doesn’t help then he’ll try to keep that side of his work away from you. I feel like Asa is the type to leave little post it notes on your bathroom mirror with messages like “water the plants” “I love you” and “go to sleep early” neatly written on them before he goes to work. Sometimes Asa will try to force you to go to sleep but then when you deny his request and stay up until 4am, he’ll roll his eyes when he sees you yawning and struggling to stay awake at breakfast the next morning while telling you off about going to bed late.

#slasherbastard matchups #nancy downs #the craft #asa emory #the collector #slasher #writing #horror #the collection #the collected

[danddymaro]

Erron Black x Reader | Pt.1

For the most part, this will have quite a bit of sexual stuff, (like, A stupid lot in my opinion) because it was my mood during writing the draft and I figured, why not make this a full-blown story rather than a one-shot thing? There is some plot thou, there really is! It's a bunch of bullshit, but who knows, one of you might like it! 

It starts off slow, but give it a try none the less.

Flashbacks are in italics : Example

Thoughts are italics  in quotes : ‘Example’

Fixed

Word Count:  2466

Pt. 1 |   Easy pray

The young woman trailed her eyes up to the maroon sky, noting it to be nearly identical to the one from the day before, and perhaps the one before that day as well.

A scarce amount of clouds hovered over the sky, most if not all being large and gray, altogether seeming like a heavy fog set upon the land. Nevertheless, she lived on without a worry, knowing that despite the menacing manner which the clouds presented themselves with, their current state was no sign of danger.

Perhaps in another realm it would be something to worry about and fret, but she knew that in Outworld, it was nothing to worry about.

- It never really was.

From time to time, it would thunder, and when it did, it was frightening enough that when the harsh clapping sounds echoed, the booms descended down to the surface, violently rattling every one of the pitiful creatures that roamed the land.

On those days, she couldn't hide the dread she felt. 

Even in the present time, she shivered as she recalled what it felt like to be raked by one of those harsh roars.

Much more, it hit her worse remembering she was alone.

In her little hut, there was no other person to accompany her, and all in all, it made the wretched days much more gloomy. It made the shivers in her body last longer than they should as well, the effects amplified by her solitude.

With a gentle, placid smile, she picked up her watering pail, holding it with two hands by its thin, metal handle, all the while striving to maintain the small expression of contentment she showed out to the world.

She aimed to uphold a positive outlook, but even then, inside her mind, she continued to think negatively, the gloomy thoughts mudding the bright approach she attempted to maintain.

' Alone, as always, I'm here all alone,' she thought to herself, wondering what company would feel like.

'Alone in this world; In this vicious world, left forelone,'  She added.

She was starved to touch another person, to truly feel accompanied in the dark world, and she just couldn't help it. 

She knew her heart was weak and sensitive, far too much for A person native of Outworld. So much so, she couldn't help but wonder if her existence in the realm was nothing more than a mistake disregarded by the gods.

"I always wonder if this is truly my home," She said lowly, having doubt in her heart.

"Is this where I was truly destined to be?"

She also wondered about what lay in other lands, considering what life was in any other place besides her homeland.

Were they all so grey and gloomy, or did there exist one with colors all about?

Colors...Ones that were warm;  ones that could match her heart.

Slowly, her left hand trailed up, barely grazing her chest as it hovered over her soft heart.

She felt like a flickering flame trying to exist in a cold plain, helpless to the icy winds which surrounded it.

Her home, though being one she loved, was filled with many people whose hearts were jaded. However, she supposed that years within ongoing, vicious wars would cause people to eventually grow numb. 

So, she couldn't blame anyone for growing cold. While succumbed to the mercy of a tyrant, it was a miracle if anyone held a positive outlook on life.

' I'm not one to complain,' She reminded herself, ' I shouldn't be one to complain,' She reasoned, knowing that there were many who suffered worse fates.

She was lucky to be unbothered by their emperor. Fortunately, she was no one to him,

'So it's not all bad,' she thought with the single solace, thoroughly fearing Shao Kahn's violent, wicked reign.

'I'd never wish to be at that man's mercy,' She added with plea, hoping they'd never cross paths.

With the small, tin bucket in hand, the very one with a crudely painted Daisy drawn onto the rusted metal, the gently smiling woman let out a small puff of amusement, knowing that what hurt her most were her own doubting thoughts. 

'I should just stop doing that...thinking so much...' She mused.

Sometimes her mind wondered too much.

Sometimes she thought too much outside of reality, stuck in daydreams, pondering over the meaning of her nightmares, or, at least, what little she could recall. 

There wasn't much she could remember, no matter how hard she tried, but there was always a constant, one that both brought her tenderness and pain ;

A voice. 

Just the single voice of an unknown woman brought her both sentiments.

'- But I'm unable to let go,' She added, weakly.

Out of all the things she held onto and simply couldn't forget, it was the unforgettable voice that seemed far too familiar.

'That woman's voice... it makes me feel both warmth and ache within my chest.' She thought to herself. 'It haunts me so much, and though it hurts to recall these dreams, I want to know who she is.

I want to know where I can find her.' She thought determinately.

Sprinkling the cool showers onto the plants, her smile visibly faltered, her mind plagued by the strange person,

'Sometimes she's all that makes me happy. She's the only thing that makes me feel loved.'

"Maybe that's why I always have other realms in mind," She muttered dryly.

'Are you waiting there in one of those many lands?' She wondered helplessly, all while thinking of the low, melodic rumble of the voice.

'I just can't remember. ' 

As far as she knew, she didn't know anyone that matched the voice.

'But at the very least, being by these here...with these little beings, I feel like I'm somewhat close to you.

Whoever you may be,

Wherever you may be,' she thought with feather-light comfort.

Her focus then was on the little flowers set beside her door. They were tiny, little, yellow faces, all filled with pollen staring back at her with enthusiasm and life. They were strange little things, not native to Outworld, and from what the elderly man had told her, a rarity to come across in their realm.

'Strange and fragile, just as I am,' She thought with a soft, understanding look directed at them. 

A single press of the finger could harm the small life, destroying it. 

Such a delicate thing was in her possession and with all the joy in the world she cared for it, each and every day tending to them.

"Forget me nots," she said softly, "You have so many meanings, all so tender, all so sweet." She started.

 "Perhaps, once, you knew who that person was. Perhaps you know well who she is, and you try to make me remember."

Shaking her head, she then laughed with amusement, going as far as to throw her head back at her ridiculous musings,

" Wouldn't that be strange? ," she said with a giggle, dragging her index below one of the blossoms, scarcely grazing it with tenderness.

"No," she said shaking her head, still chuckling, " Strange is talking to you bunch, all while thinking that somehow you understand,"

'What loneliness can do to a person,' She silently thought, knowing how deranged she might seem to others. 

Yet, there was no helping it. 

"Well, at the very least we have each other, right?" she added pleasantly, her voice touched with sadness.

Farther away, a man observed her, watching each and every movement she made, not missing a single motion of hers,

" Looks like I've found you, little missy," the brunette said lowly, his eyes trained straight with a hawk's glare on the (h/c) haired young lady.

His dark roasted coffee-colored eyes watched the woman, a dark brow slowly raised at her as she continued to pet the small garden. Her mouth then moved, no doubt speaking to the blossoms as she maintained her small smile, unaware of his watchful stalking.

He wasn't hiding, nor bothered to spy from any farther distance, having the certainty that it wasn't needed. Instead, he leaned on a homely fence opposite to her home, his arms crossed over his chest as he continued to observe his target. 

"-Too easy," he huffed, the little piece of wood that was being held in between his teeth soon spat out and thrown to the side, "Entirely too easy," he added with notable disappointment intertwined with his words.

 With a click of his tongue, he adjusted his mask before properly clipping it back on. 

His right hand then slid over his revolver, a low, blue sigh falling past his lips, "Guess I won't need to use you," he muttered, easily coming to the conclusion he wouldn't have to use anything but his own strength and wit on his current job.

"(f/n) (l/n)," He said while testing the name out on his own tongue, "I'd say you're one lucky girl," he then said while stepping forward, advancing towards the home with squared shoulders.

"A very lucky one," he added with a smirk twitching his features, the man feeling a swell of pride at the thought of his previous accomplishments.

Any time anyone made it on his list, it was a guaranteed death sentence, however, in his current target's special case, he wasn't ordered to do any of the sorts, which truly was a stroke of luck for the young woman.

He had the task of capturing her, all in one piece. 

- Not a ding or a scratch, she was to be delivered without a hitch.

Granted, he wasn't one for little errands like the one he'd just been assigned, but then again, he wasn't the kind to turn down such an award either.

Abruptly, he stopped, watching as she startled, jumping and dropping her watering pail before she ran inside her home, far too preoccupied with what she had in mind to close her door fully.

And yet again he thought to himself about how painstakingly easy it was to catch the woman.

Making his way towards the home, he took a firm hold of the linen rope strapped to his side and unattached it as he crossed the doorway of her hut, his predator eyes sharp as they searched for her figure.

'Now where'd she run off too,' He thought to himself while skimming his eyes over the small space.

His nose twitched, a strong, aromatic scent attacking him right as he invaded the space.

A linger of herbs danced in the air too, all intertwined with the scent, pulling his attention to a small room where the (h/c) haired woman stood, her back facing him while she dimmed the fire before her.

"How could I be so careless? " she said with mortification, eyeing the empty pot. All of the water she had started to boil in it was long gone, evaporated.

'This is not even the first time it happens,' She thought with the same dejection, upset that it had happened yet again, all because she had spent too much time overthinking. 

Her hand then slid up her face, holding it as she inhaled a deep breath, 

'I can't keep living this way...' She declared, knowing that all the time she spent pondering was harmful to her. 

She knew it was for the best, yet, slumping her shoulders, she released a shaky breath, her heart tightening at the thought of letting go.

Suddenly, an arm coiled around her shoulders from behind her, while simultaneously, another strong, large arm wrapped around her midsection, quickly pulling her towards a hard body.

With rounded (e/c) eyes, she craned her head up, striving to look back, soon capturing the sight of a masked man as his dark eyes calmly peered down to hers.

Frozen, she watched him with glimmering (e/c) eyes, her face going pale, the female far too aghast to properly function.

"Now, you just hold still, " he ordered her, the deep muffled rumble of his voice causing a violent shake to rake over her body. 

Like the merciless thunder of her realm, it attacked her, shaking her to her very core.

'What's going on?' She wondered, still struck stupid, paralyzed with shock and fright.

'what is he doing in my home?'

It was then that the weight of the situation fell upon her, soon understanding just what the man was doing as he began to press a bind around her,

'No...This can't be...This simply can't be!'

Shaking her head in denial, she squirmed, thrashing around to force him to let go. Her legs then collapsed, and falling onto all fours, she managed to slip out of his hold before he gripped her any tighter.

'I have to get away. I have to run,' She thought with a frenzied mind.

With harshly panting breaths, she stumbled to stand, managing to do so on wobbly legs, hastily making a mad dash out onto the outside world, far away from the stranger.

'I have to run...

I have I hide... '

Leisurely stepping out to follow, the man then sighed. 

Erron shook his head, his right skimming down his side to the holster at his side. 

Soon holding his gun with a steady hand, he aimed, taking his shot. 

The single bullet ricochet, landing right in front of her just before she stepped farther from him.

Falling to her knees with horrified (e/c) colored eyes, she stared at the landed shot before her, unable to find the words to shove out of her knotted throat, 

'That... That could have killed me,' She thought with certainty. ' How did he even do that? ' She added with the same terror.

Her hand shook as it rose up, soon holding onto the lower portion of her face as it squeezed tight, the hand suppressing all her frightened whimpers,

'Is he going to kill me? Did...Did he just miss?'

" That blue whistler didn't miss," He told her, counting his victory as he took long strides to her shaking body. "Just in case you were wondering," he added before stepping behind her, towering her crumpled, defeated form.

"Tongue-tied Darlin'?" he asked her, receiving no reply, just a would-be silence riddled by muffled snivels.

Her harsh pants became louder as she then clutched her chest, his question falling onto death ears, 

'Why...' she thought to herself, ridged coldness gradually swallowing her whole.

"I guess so," he muttered, shoving her down with his left hand, watching as she landed ungracefully, far too numb to move. 

His right hand gripped her arms, unkindly pulling them back before quickly binding her wrists behind her.

Tightly shutting her eyes, she inhaled the dirt beneath her, fiercely struck by the horror of the skilled man, not knowing what awaited her at the mercy of his hands.

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Next : A familiar Sense

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[bffsoobin]

windflower extras

this masterpost includes all of the questions I have gotten about the Windflower Universe/ Soobin’s character within it! I am open to answering questions about the story but please refer here first to see if I’ve already answered something similar! *does contain spoilers if you haven’t read yet!*

Q: Is the whole town in on what happens at Soobin’s estate? Like, they help direct people to him on purpose? or does he get rid of their cars and tell the townspeople his worker left? also, is there some hidden easter egg in the initials from soobin’s flower collection, or were they random? 

A: The town people aren’t in on it! As you can see from the waitress in the first chapter, they just generally feel bad for him. He’s one of those people who is just pretty vaguely known around town. Like they know he’s living alone and his cousin moved away but they have no idea what happens out there. I imagined him having some kind of dedicated place to take the cars and belongings that only people in his family know (since it’s sort of a handed down thing). The town’s people always assume that whoever was helping him ends up moving on once the garden no longer needs tended to. Soobin is just so charming that he basically has everyone in town wrapped around his finger!

And for the flower collection, the “easter egg” was that my initials are SA and forget me nots are my favorite flower!

Q:The flowers labeled CS- has Soobin grown flowers?? For who??

A: Yes the snapdragons with the CS on it were his! He had previously told the reader that he had never grown flowers and didn’t know what it was like, but that was obviously a lie. I didn’t have anyone in mind for who he grew flowers for but I imagined it as being something that happened many years before the reader arrived. Maybe a highschool love that went wrong?

Q: did soobin’s experience growing flowers (and their unpleasant meaning of deception lmao) fuel him at all? or was he bound to take up the family tradition regardless of whether he'd ever been scorned or not? and was everything he said about his cousin true? so, when members of his family do find a successful love, they can just... up and leave? forget they were ever manipulative murderers? 😭

A: Soobin’s experience growing flowers definitely turned him into a much more ~aggressive~ form of following the family tradition. It was no mistake on my part to mention on a few occasions the massive size of his family. His great-great whatever’s and I would imagine even his more immediate family would have gone through the route of having multiple significant others, and kind of gone the long way to collecting. Hence the “well, wives” joke! 

Soobin growing flowers, and snapdragons at that, propelled him into a much more vengeful need to trick people into falling in love with him. He sees the “deception” as a sign that whoever he had fallen in love with deceived him, thus he feels the need to keep that cycle going. In a way, he is sort of a moral enforcer (if you’re familiar with serial killer types, lmao). But his morals have been twisted to where he believes that anyone who is foolish enough to be deceived into falling in love should be punished. (You can see this as a reflection of the way he perceives and values his own self worth as well)

But here’s the catch. I’ve had this (secret, I guess) backstory about him and the cousin that I simply couldn’t figure out how to fit into the actual series. I imagined Soobin growing his flowers, finding their meaning and kind of losing his grip on reality. In comes his cousin, who knows that Soobin was already struggling with the idea of having to follow in the family footsteps. Since the size of the family had slowly dwindled down, it was kind of up to the two of them to carry on the bloodline and shit even though they were both against it. The cousin was ready to sacrifice it all to get Soobin out, and they probably even had a plan for his escape in place. And then the cousin met the girl he ended up moving away with, and decides to leave Soobin behind in the end anyway. Thus, another form of love (this time familial) that left Soobin hurting and alone. Not to mention the deception of bailing on a very important plan. 

So if you add up growing flowers, the meaning of said flowers, and having the one person who he trusted walk out of his life for someone he had just met; you get a hell of a lot of triggers for killing. 

Q: I have a question did soobin even like y/n like actually like her ya know or was he just pretending or something?

A: Basically, he kind of gets flirty/close with every person who comes to work for him. He knows that he’s charming and the flirting serves as a sort of test to see if the person is worthy of being killed or not. So no, he really didn’t have feelings for y/n at all. He’s very good at putting on the act, but he will never let himself fall in love again. 

Q: Was Melissa an accomplice or another victim? Did she know the reality behind Soobin’s family tradition? 

A: Like the rest of the town people, Melissa (the waitress from part 1 for anyone confused) was not part of Soobin’s rouse or plans at all! She simply knows him as a kind of lonely but sweet young man who can always use an extra hand working around the house in the summer. The entire town is basically clueless to him/the family tradition! They’ve spent years perfecting their methods so no one on the outside will ever notice

Q: how does soobin ensure that all his visitors have hanahaki? What if they don’t have it or don’t develop it? What will he do then?

A: Basically, Soobin will sort of flirt/test the waters with anyone who comes to the house for work. He’s gotten really good at knowing the signs of a crush/hanahaki so he knows when someone will end up facing the same fate as Y/N did. In my universe, everyone has the ability to grow flowers, but if a person didn’t grow them for Soobin they would just simply leave at the end of the summer! Basically for Soobin falling in love with him = grounds for death.

Q:How would Soobin continue the family tradition? will he get married and have kids and they’ll have to continue it? will he tell his wife or keep it a secret?

A: I think that Soobin would eventually force himself to reproduce. I put it that way because he is unable/unwilling to let himself fall in love ever again, so the idea of marrying would simply be out of the need to have kids to carry on the tradition. So I honestly don’t think he’d ever get married but he would definitely have at least one long term partner (long enough to have a kid, lmao). And in my mind the SO would never know about the tradition! As I said in another ask, Soobin’s ancestors were known for having multiple significant others (they became flowers in the garden).

#soobin #choi soobin #soobin x reader #soobin imagines #soobin angst

[pinsplantsandpikes]

A Stitch(wort) In Time Saves Nothing If You Don't Pick It (16/03/20)

(Tumblr decided to delete my draft so I ragequit this for two days)

The sky is bright, empty, and blue. The air is briskly cold but clean. I have so far seen a lot of Lords And Ladies, a lot of Lords And Ladies, incessant amounts of Lords And Ladies.

I am exploring lakeside today instead of in the heathland. I am determined to find some Ramsoms like the other foragers I follow have. The general advice has been waterside woodland, as old as possible.

With the recent rain there is a lot more waterside than before! But the age is potentially a problem, so we shall see what we can see and live in hope.

On the suburban end of my walk, leading up to the lakes, there has been thriving greenery starting to shrug off the grey of winter. A rife of blue flowers started to emerge as I approached the gate, leaves spotted with white, quite pretty. Alkanet or Bugloss, and in their abundance, absolutely beautiful and rather like Forget Me Not flowers for the individual heads. I should have recognised them instantly - rather than letting the app confuse me into hoping they were Comfrey - for they look exactly as they do in Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion, the game designers did a wonderful job on the plants.

Picking my way through the swampy ground I eventually made it to the path which followed a seemingly circular route, I chose to go left to start with. I passed some grumpy swans and a fisherman mired in mud to practice his craft. I don't envy the conditions but give him props for going to such lengths. Takes guts to be that close to swans, evil bastards that they are.

Continuing onward, I see some dogwalkers, numerous water based plants which look like Irises, more bloody Lords And Ladies, and wonder of wonders I find St John’s Wort--!

Not.

Of course I didn’t find anything so forageable as that. It was Shrubby St John’s Wort, otherwise known as Sweet Amber... uses, none. Cute little plant though.

Next up is Wood Avens, which might actually be useful at last! Ish. After some looking, none of its uses are really supported by science. Ugh.

All I want is to learn to find usable, useful, edible plants. It is not really so much to ask.

The next step in my journey was to decide whether or not to try and cross a flooded area of stepping stones, or stepping logs rather. The water ran over them and there was no indication how much they would sink. I would hardly drown if I slipped. I would get at worst a nasty shock, sore bum and a bit soggy. But on principle it was the risk vs reward debate. I vaguely knew my options for turning back, the right turn I hadn't yet taken that would eventually lead full circle to my origin point.

Or the waterlogged path, of which I knew nothing.

So, naturally I took to the logs, got one wet sock but otherwise survived the scramble intact. It was an adventure!

The view was spectacular, a river on one side after a steep drop, and the lake I’d been circling on the other, waterfowl taking off from the river and flying over my head. I carried along the path, excitedly looking at my feet for potential Ramsoms or other plants, breathing deeply, hoping to smell the strong stench of garlic. But nothing, just damp soil, water, and the fresh air.

It was along this path I ditched LeafSnap as my identification app. My final straw was it umming and ahhing about hogweed and whether or not it was really a parsnip. With lesser hogweed that’s not a dangerous confusion, even if it’s drastically wrong. With Giant Hogweed that is potentially lethal, given the plant’s infamous toxicity (seriously, go investigate that terrifying beast). So, instead I moved to iNaturalist, which so far has worked much better, keeping identification assumptions much more closely related, and peer-reviewed by real people when unsure. Happily trotting along I found more Lords And Ladies, brambles everywhere, grasses, dock, more of my good friend Poor Man’s Mustard, and what looked like Forget Me Nots!

Or more specifically, Wood Forget Me Nots. Gardener variety Forget Me Nots are my favourite flower, but this variation might actually leap to the top. The leaves were so fuzzy and soft. There were fewer flowers than the plant I know, but that may be the time of year as much as anything. The petals were a far richer blue, matching the Alkanet.

At this point my battery dropped below 50% so I started winding my way towards home, deliberately without turning back. I followed the muddied ground towards a swampy plain full of rushes or similar. Amongst the tall reeds there were some with what looks like bugs munching on them, fluffy little curls. When I got closer I saw that they were actually part of the Willows as iNaturalist identified them.

That’s just the family of plants, it wasn’t confident enough to narrow it down to the specific, but I’m happy with that much for something I don’t intend to touch or eat. It’s so cute though!

After the Willows I had a decision to make, with my battery running low enough it might not make it home. Either I went the wiggly way through the houses, or a straight line through some awkwardly overgrown wilderness. Just as I was weighing up these options something caught my eye. Bright greenery in a nest of dead leaves.

And in amongst the emerald sea in there were tiny white drops. Bright tiny blooms of delicately deliberate petals.

This was Stitchwort.

And it was so utterly beautiful. I’d seen flowers like that before but I have no recollection of where. They were exactly the kind of thing I wanted to see. Useful, edible, I even was developing a stitch after 80 or so minutes on the hoof at that point! But did I pick any?

No.

Because I’m an idiot who didn’t think of that till I’d already gotten halfway home, back through the undergrowth scritch scratch scritch scratch and back through the mud squelch squirtch squelch squirtch. It was only at I was opening the gate to return to the main road that I kicked myself for not getting down on my hands and knees to pick some of the Stitchwort, that I could have used it on a practical basis, tested its power. But no, my silly modern brain wanted to go home and have a banana to restock on potassium. Defying the whole premise of trying to reawaken older knowledge and customs.

But still. I know where they are. I’m pretty sure I could find my way back to that small cluster under that tree. They work well in salad apparently. Maybe I’ll do that for myself, a quarantine picnic, lockdown lunch of flowers and leaves.

Of course, yes, that’s the elephant in the room. I got home around 5pm.

Just in time to see the BBC tell me the country was on lockdown.

#lakes #plants #foraging #lords and ladies #waterfowl #stitchwort #alkanet #bugloss #forget me not #sweet maber #flowers #leaves #wildlife #wildflowers #inaturalist

[theharellan]

five times flirted

solas x nb!lavellan | @dalishfreckles

One. First watch is theirs. It begins just after sundown, before the horizon has forgotten the sun. A thin pink line runs over the hills before it fades to black. At first they speak as they normally would, but as the camp behind them settles and night arrives in earnest, their voices soften. The fire burns low behind them, orange embers warming their backs.

Ian scoots closer, wrapping his arms around his knees. In low towns they speak of magic, of spirits, gentle words a far cry from their first proper conversation. Solas had forgotten how intimate the simple act of speaking could be. Tonight the world does not seem to extend far beyond the ring of light cast by the fire, encircling only the two of them.

A silence passes between them, but the air is not empty. Crickets sing in the interlude, in the distance a wolf howls, its mind free of the demon that had taken its siblings. “I was worr– I was worried,” Ian says, words scarcely louder than the nature that surrounds them, “I was afraid when the Herald told me we were to take watch together, that you wouldn’t want to speak… speak to me, after we fought. Not for this long.”

“I asked her for first watch,” Solas replies, “or rather, to be paired with you.” Perhaps it is the fire that flares behind them, but he swears he feels the heat off of Ian’s cheeks. “We have never had a conversation that has not given me a great deal to think about, and I have always been fond of thinking.”

“Oh.” Ian packs a surprising amount of disbelief into one sound, but it still makes him smile. His arms unwind from around his legs to touch his gloves against his face. Their shoulders brush by chance, and again by design. “Maybe we can make a habit of it.”

Two. “I like how you dress.”

Of their party, only Solas seems to have heard Ian. His head moves to look at him as Dorian and Vivienne have moved on to comparing trends in northern and southern Circles. Beneath a mass of freckles and faded vallaslin, his face grows red. “I mean,” he begins, “your sweater, it’s always looked– soft.” The last word is small compared to the rest, as though Ian had to choke it out, and immediately regret it.

The compliment, however small, inspires a smile. His fingers stretch the sleeves of his sweater, testing the wool beneath the tips. It does not feel so long ago that he spent his days clad in armour, the kind that left his shoulders with sore spots that never seemed to go away. This suited him better, however unsightly it may be for his fellow mages.

“It is.”

Three. Having such affection for one so kind is more confusing than he anticipated. Solas will find himself convinced he knows Ian’s feelings, only to witness Ian utter a kindness just as blushingly to Sera. This world and its people are enough of a mystery under normal circumstances without factoring in the potential for– more. He may see the nervous smile upon Ian’s face, feel the heat off his skin, but the Veil stifles anything beyond the plainly observed.

They hesitate before one another at the gates of Haven, Solas weighing what is appropriate and what is expected, but it is Ian who speaks first: “Solas…”

It feels foolish, the giddy rush the sound of Ian’s voice gives him. He’s too old, he thinks, and yet it persists. When he looks, he is met with the sight of Ian’s teeth pulling at his bottom lip, and must remind himself to lift them to meet his eyes. “I–”  His teeth release his lip, mouth hanging open before his words find him. “I’m glad you’re back.”

Four. The fistful of flowers Ian offers him does not look any worse for wear after a trip up the mountains. Wild clover as pink as the day they were plucked, coupled with bright blue forget-me-nots. “Where did you get these?” Solas asks as he takes them. He glances around the hut that had become his home (for as long as Haven will have them) for something to keep them in.

“The Hinterlands. We were camped by a field, and…” The sentence ends with an aimless gesture.

“A week’s journey from here,” he notes. It is not meant to sound incredulous, but from how Ian’s gaze ducks to avoid his, it seems it was taken that way. “How did you keep them so fresh?”

“Magic. I… with a little care, you can keep them in good health. It’s– they do most of the work.”

“It is impressive, nevertheless.” The remark sends Ian’s face (already pink from the cold air) burning deep crimson.

“It isn’t– it’s simple, really.”

“For you, perhaps, but these–” Solas lifts the flowers demonstratively before he sets them in a wooden mug. Water, conjured from between his fingers, falls through the air like river rushing down a steep hill, filling the cup half-way. “They adapted through centuries to sustain themselves as you have learned in years. It is no small talent.”

This compliment Ian appears incapable of brushing away. Solas catches a weak smile spreading across his face before he turns it away. “Thank you,” he manages after a moment. “I thought they might brighten up your, ahn, your home.”

Haven is no beauty, and Ian is right. They bloom gladly, unaware of the snow that is piled up outside the door. “They will,” he agrees, then slyly adds, “at least, on the days you are not here to do it yourself.”

Five. With the side of his foot, Solas pushes through the pile of clothes that litters their bedroom floor. Most are Ian’s, too small to fit him even if he had a mind to try. “Have you seen my sweater?” he asks idly, knowing it is better to ask now before he has poured ten minutes into his search.

“Which?” Ian asks from the bed.

“My oldest.” And still the most comfortable, even if Josephine had outfittedhim with a larger wardrobe than what he could carry on his back. In her words, shopping for him was “cheap,” though he suspects she blames herself for the incident that resulted in a noble tossing wine in his face (and staining his coat in the process).

“Oh.” He hears Ian twist up in the blankets, shielding himself from the cold air that enters through their open window. “… No.” There is an unmistakable hint of guilt in Ian’s voice that draws his gaze to where Ian lounges on their bed, bare legs tangled in the covers, with his sweater pulled over his head. His lips spread in a toothy grin when their eyes meet, chin half-obscured by the sweater’s high neck. The sleeves hang off his hands, too loose for him, and yet… “Sorry,” he says, but his smile speaks otherwise. “I wanted to– wanted, that is– I was right,” he says after a steadying swallow. “It is soft.”

Solas can’t help but snort. “You knew that already.”

“I would never know for certain, not until I wore it,”

“Is that so?” As he speaks, he returns to the bed, sitting just past the mound that is Ian’s legs. “I will be needing it, now, though it is a pity. You suit it better.”

“You think– you think it’s going to… going to be that easy?” Ian’s shoulders swell with playful confidence (though it does nothing to fill out the material that bags around them) and he sits a little closer, setting a light in Solas’s stomach that is stoked by a kiss pressed against his cheek. “I won’t– I’m not just going to give it to you,” he says, teeth clamping down on his lower lip to bite back a nervous laugh.

It takes effort, this. It takes effort for Ian to say the things he says, for Solas to allow his thumb to push up the fabric around Ian’s waist and stroke over his hip. But for the thrill in his chest, the pleasant shiver Ian gives against his hand, it is effort well-rewarded.

#dalishfreckles #( asks ) #solas #solavellan #i have found a home in him ( ian x solas ) #( my writing ) #[ love u joly xoxo ]

[waterstar2016]

How would each of rhe guys react to their s/o catching a cold. Nothing major just sniffles and a headache.

Thank you for this. I haven’t received many of these types of questions and I was a little nervous when I saw it in my inbox. But, I discovered that this was so much fun to write!

Suggested nudity…it will make sense when you read this. I am an 18+blog after all. You’ve been warned.

Leo

Our leader in blue is going to immediately notice that something seems ‘off’ with you. He will approach you, cup your chin making you meet his eyes while running his other hand through your hair. “Tenshi, come with me.” Guiding you with his arm around your shoulder he will want to take you away from all the hustle and bustle that can happen in the lair. After settling you in his room he will bring you his own special blend of tea leaves. He’s spent a long time perfecting this particular blend, it will strengthen your immune system, relieve pain, ease congestion, and give you some cough relief. He will try to stay away from conventional medicine if it is just a simple cold, as he preferably wants to rely upon his own extensive knowledge of herbs. Leo will consult Master Splinter to make sure his treatment method is appropriate.

I think Leo has a superior understanding of pressure points on the body. For you he will offer to massage and will use his knowledge as another way to relax you and provide you with relief. Expect a lovely hot bath with essential oils. He will join you (if you wish) and wash your back for you. He doesn’t want to leave you alone because he would be afraid you would fall asleep in the tub. Leo will try to help you ease into a restful slumber by reading to you or just running his fingers through your hair. He will make sure you’re tucked in, staying close by in case you need anything. A glass of water will be left beside you and you will wake up to blue forget-me-nots on the bedside table.

Raph

Poor Raph. His gal has a cold? And she’s trying to tell him that it’s not that bad? It’s just a bit of a headache and stuffiness?! Hell no! This guy is going to run to Donnie to ask for the proper medication and bring you every single flavour of Halls cough drops there is (he wasn’t sure what kind you liked). He will sit beside you and start knitting you a hat and matching scarf…and probably some mitts too. Maybe the ones you bought at the store weren’t good enough. He should have knitted you them in the first place, then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten sick to begin with.

Until your cold is gone, Raph will be at your beck and call. He has to go on patrol? He’s going to ask Splinter or April to watch over you. Like Leo, Raph is a fan of water therapy. He will carry you to the shower and set the temperature just the way you like it (maybe a little hotter to help sore and aching muscles). Standing under the spray with you he will encourage you to breathe in the steam to help ease that rattle he thinks he can hear in your chest. This guy is going to speak in hushed tones anytime he’s in your vicinity. You can still “yell” at people when you’re whispering, ya know? He will also become very good at expressive body language. He will hum softly to you while rubbing Vick’s on your chest, he knows all of your favourite songs so he will pick one of those to try and get you to smile.

Donnie

O Donnie. He’s going to look you over from head to toe. You may as well let him examine you, because he won’t relax until you do. He doesn’t trust your pharmacist, and would like to see for himself whether or not he agrees with your doctors prognosis. He has tongue depressors, stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, thermometer and blood testing equipment (he will check to be sure that it’s not the beginning of something more serious). You will have to tell him your exact symptoms and he will consult his reference books. Once he’s made sure that it is indeed just a cold he will give you all the right amount of medication that you need, and set an alarm on one of his devices to remind him when you are due for the next dose. He will make sure the room is at the optimum temperature for comfort and that you have a pair of warm socks on your feet.

He will install a humidifier in the room and put a dollop of Vick’s VapoRub in the tray ensuring maximum distribution of the soothing vapours. Donnie will make sure you have orange juice and water beside you, along with a selection of cheese and crackers. He will make you cups of chicken noodle soup and will ensure that you eat and drink plenty of fluids. You will get all the attention you could ever want, but he will encourage you to get plenty of rest.

Mikey

The moment you walk into the lair Mikey will be reaching for your hands, leading you away from his brothers while whispering “Awww, Baby Cakes you have a cold and a headache? Don’t worry Sweet Cheeks, Mikey is going to take good care of you.” When you reach his bedroom he will offer you a huge and extremely soft copper coloured housecoat. It’s up to you whether you put it over your clothes or get undressed. He just wants you to be comfortable. When he found out you were sick he got April to pick him up the fixings for some homemade chicken noodle soup. If you let him, he will spoon feed you.

Like Raph he wants to make sure that you are getting the right medication so he will talk to Master Splinter or Donnie to make sure. He will do whatever you want to do. You want to sleep he’ll tuck you in and leave a little bell beside you and tell you to ring it if you’re in need of anything. I do mean anything. After all you’re supposed to be resting, and you don’t feel well, so why should you have to get up? If you want to watch a movie, it will be your choice. And just wait till you see his eyes light up when you tell him you just want a cuddle. Mikey’s bed is already piled with pillows and lots of blankets but if you’re not feeling well, expect more. You will probably have to remind him that he’s already fluffed that pillow for you. Twice…

[lucasburch]

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Klaine one-shot - “The Impossible Test” (Rated PG)

Blaine is chosen for the distinction of representing his territory in an annual event called ‘The Impossible Test’. At the training center, he meets Kurt, one of the previous year's participants, who clues Blaine into the fact that the 'privilege' he's been crowned with may not be the honor he thinks it is. (1796 words)

This isn't Hunger Games inspired or Divergent inspired. I swear. I don't want to tell you guys what inspired it, because it sounds kind of bad xD This is another fic re-write. Just mentioning it for anyone who recognizes it so you don't get on my case. I always thought this was kind of brilliant. Let me know what you think :)

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Blaine stepped out of the transport that delivered him to the training center, the fantastic fanfare that saw him off still ringing in his ears. Eleven long years he had waited, dreaming of volunteering since he was six. Even at that tender age, he saw himself as a natural-born victor. Of course, no one knew for certain what a victor of The Impossible Test looked like. They never returned to their territories, and rightfully so. After winning The Impossible Test, it was assumed that victors earned their places in high society – government employment, penthouse apartments, a life of luxury. Once a volunteer left their home for the training center, they were never seen nor heard from again. The only evidence a territory got that their volunteer had won was the enormous wealth and numerous other prizes that the government showered upon them.

Losing territories were punished, often times in the form of a fine. These hefty fines bankrupted many territories. Even the richer territories, the ones that consistently won, could be bankrupted by a single loss, which is why the competition to become a volunteer was so steep, the preparation rigorous and demanding. The second children displayed “volunteer potential”, they started studying immediately, and it took over their entire lives. Nearly every waking moment was devoted to it. Blaine’s territory had been among the winners the last twenty-two years, and he was determined to make this year twenty-three.

Even though Blaine had been informed of his appointment to The Impossible Test weeks before, he was still buzzing from the thrill of being chosen. His territory boasted the greatest number of volunteers every year. Hundreds of children applied for the honor of being considered. But Blaine was chosen. He was the best overall – mentally and physically. Blaine carried the hopes of his territory with him. His classmates envied him. People he’d never met before stopped him on the street and shook his hand. His last week at home, he was treated like a king. Even his judgmental ass of a father finally started treating him with some respect.

But as great as the notoriety and popularity of being named a volunteer felt, Blaine couldn’t wait to actually win.

Today was the first day of the rest of his life.

After getting settled in his room – a small living space made to be mostly utilitarian in form and function – he ducked out of the official tour of the training facility and decided to scope the place out on his own. He needed time to himself after the flurry of attention and activity to clear his head, get his bearings.

The training center was its own territory, set apart from the rest by miles of treacherous, wild, uninhabited country, and crossable solely by an underground railway system. One train originated from each territory, accessible only by authorized government personnel and volunteers.

That meant Blaine was among the elite.

He could definitely get used to that.

He spent his whole day exploring the grounds, wandering through the city, popping in and out of shops that sold merchandise he’d never seen before, and listening to people speak in languages he’d never heard. It was a whole new world, and he tried to absorb every inch of it, daydreaming of where his place would be in this society after he won.

He made his way outside the city to a vast expanse of green grass and tall trees that grew up suddenly the minute the sidewalk ended. He took a gravel trail through them, marked every ten feet or so with signs that had the name of a victor on it. Blaine smiled. He knew about this park. His guide on the train had mentioned it. Each sign was erected in honor of those who had won The Impossible Test. He noticed a few familiar sounding names – volunteers from his territory who had won in the past. He wondered if they walked through here from time to time to gaze upon the sign with their name on it and relive their victory. He tried to envision the perfect spot for his sign. Maybe over by the clearing, where the God rays streamed in through the leaves, or by that small patch of Forget-Me-Nots, provided they bloomed there every year, of course.

There had to be a caretaker or someone he could ask - nonchalantly, so he didn’t seem too full of himself.

Blaine didn’t feel he was full of himself, per se. He was simply confident in his abilities.

There was no sin in rooting for the best man to win.

Farther down the now winding path that ran between the trees, he heard tapping, like the sharp thut-thut-thut of a woodpecker knocking on bark. Blaine looked around in the hopes of catching a peek at the bird. There were so many of them in his territory, and though he wasn’t homesick, it would be nice to see one again.

But the sound wasn’t coming from a bird, but a boy – a melancholy-looking rail of a boy – tapping the side of a tree with a stick. From this distance and with his back turned, all Blaine could see was that he appeared to be an inch or two taller than Blaine, with light brown hair, the same shade as the nuts that fell from the chestnut trees back home. As Blaine got closer, he noticed this boy was much paler than him, lithe and thin to the point of looking malnourished. The boy must have heard the ground crunch beneath Blaine’s feet because he turned his head, fixing Blaine with eyes that shined a brilliant periwinkle in the golden sunlight. The boy didn’t seem startled by Blaine’s approach, just wary. Even so, he returned to his tree, tapping his stick against the trunk.

“Hey,” Blaine called.

“Hey,” the boy called back. “Are you lost?” His voice was high and soft – lilting and musical, but also sad.

“No,” Blaine replied, though he didn’t find the need to mention that he probably wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place. “I’m out for a little walk. I just got here today.”

The boy nodded once and stopped his tapping.

“You’re here to take The Impossible Test.”

“Yes, I am,” Blaine said with pride in his response. The boy must have heard it, too, because he scoffed. “My name’s Blaine. What’s your name?”

The boy sighed deeply, debating for a moment before responding.

“My name is Kurt.”

“Kurt,” Blaine repeated. “Are you here for The Impossible Test, too?”

“You can say that.” Kurt held the stick in both hands, bending it in the middle until it almost broke, then letting go so it could snap back straight. “I was a participant in last year’s Impossible Test.”

“So, you’re a victor?” Blaine asked, his eyes lighting up.

“No.” Kurt shook his head, his gaze focused on the stick in his hands. “I failed, so I’m taking it again.”  

Blaine could feel the devastation roll off Kurt’s body through his slowly spoken words and his long, dramatic sighs. He felt so sorry for him. He was a beautiful boy – a sorrowfully, heartbreakingly beautiful boy. It would be amazing to have this boy as his friend ... as long as it didn’t get in the way of his winning.

But if they both won, they would be in the city together.

Who knew where that might lead?

“Well, at least you get to try again,” Blaine consoled him, but he understood why Kurt was upset.

Losing The Impossible Test was no small matter. It had devastating consequences.

“You get five chances total to win The Impossible Test,” Kurt explained, “but because of my failure, my territory was fined.” Kurt bent the stick again until Blaine heard it crack. “The fine for my territory was so high, it turned them into the poorest territory in the country. Even if I win this time, it might not be enough for them to recover.” He sniffled. “I---I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I’m sorry,” Blaine said, but silently he reassured himself that he wasn’t going to let that same thing happen to his territory. He would win. Hell or high water, he would win.

He got an idea. It seemed underhanded considering, but strategically, it was an excellent move. Besides, maybe underhanded wasn’t entirely uncalled for.

He came here to win, after all.

Losing was unthinkable.

“How did you fail?” Blaine asked, hoping to get some first-hand insight and possibly an advantage. “I mean, no one knows exactly what The Impossible Test is. What’s the objective? What did you do wrong?”

Kurt bent the stick more until Blaine was sure it would splinter, but it didn’t, and he held it, bowed.

“I … I didn’t die.”

Blaine stared, dumbfounded, then he chuckled, sure that Kurt was joking. But when Kurt didn’t correct himself, Blaine stopped laughing. He saw Kurt’s eyes go hard, and his blood went cold.

“What … what do you mean?” Blaine asked. “What do you mean you didn’t die?”

“That’s how you succeed at The Impossible Test,” Kurt said, breaking the stick in half and tossing the pieces away. “Self-sacrifice. They give you a series of tests and challenges to solve, and when you do, you move on to the next level. The final test is a test for survival. But not your survival. Your territory’s survival. If you complete it correctly, you die, but your territory wins.”

Blaine shook his head. That couldn’t be right! How come no one knew about this? Why would they choose the crème de la crème from each territory just to have them die? Blaine didn’t want to die! He’d only turned seventeen a few months ago! He shouldn’t be expected to die! There had to be a way out!

Kurt said he got five chances. After five chances, then what?

“B-but … but you said you get five tries,” Blaine said, his heart racing with the onset of panic. “What happens after five tries? Do they put you in jail? I mean, yeah, your territory would be poor as dirt, but they let you live, right?”

Kurt didn’t look at Blaine. He didn’t answer him.

But Kurt’s non-answer was an answer, and Blaine wanted to throw up.

“Hard labor for the rest of your life?” Blaine pleaded, grasping for the worst punishment he could think of as a way out of the fate he so proudly trapped himself into. “They cut off a finger? A limb? What, Kurt? What happens to you?”

Kurt looked at Blaine, his melancholy turning into pity.

“Losing all five times is the ultimate disgrace,” Kurt said. “After five times, they raze your territory to the ground … and sentence you and your whole family to death.”

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