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Adopting Bangtan 11
01, previous, series
I'm With Me
Kim Seokjin turned the phone screen on and unlocked his phone. It was a useless action, he knew he wouldn’t find anything else but the regular messages; reminders from his caretaker, questions from his brothers, plans to go out with some friends after school on Saturday. Taerim-halmonim thanked him for calling her on her birthday the previous day and offered to meet for dessert when she was back in Seoul. Seokjin frowned at that. It would be great to see his old nanny again, she was the only person who ever seemed to care about him, aside from the teacher he lived with now. But something in Seokjin’s chest had him hesitating. It had been years since he last saw her, and it would be nice to just hug her again. Even so, he just couldn’t bring himself to reply.
Seokjin tapped at the screen for a few minutes and replied to several other messages before sighing. Things just got more complicated the older he got, didn’t it?
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May 10, 2023
Did you greet your family for parent’s day?
May 11, 2023
Of course. It would be awkward not
to greet my guardian when I see them.
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It was his seventh birthday, and all Seokjin had wanted was to see his parents.
Seokjin was a smart kid. His teachers said so, and his nanny halmonim said so, so it had to be true. He understood a lot of things; he understood the importance of brushing his teeth and eating his vegetables. He understood when halmonim could play and when she needed to focus on her work. He understood his brother was much older and had to prioritize his studies over playing. He understood the word priorities. And most importantly, Seokjin understood that his parents had to go to work to earn money so they could keep their home and eat food and everything. He just thought that, maybe, if he was well-behaved and scored well on all of his tests, and asked really nicely, his mom, dad, and brother could sit at the dinner table and eat delicious food and cake. It was the only thing he asked for. Even Kang Taerim, his nanny-not-nanny agreed it was a beautiful wish.
So when Taerim-halmonim showed him her sad face and told him to start eating, alone, Seokjin nearly shouted in anger. Instead, he shoved food into his mouth until his feelings overwhelmed him. He ran away, crying, to hide where the space between his dresser and bedroom wall could hug him as tightly as he wanted his mom to.
Over and over and over and over, all Seokjin wanted was to see his parents. He missed his brother. Did they even remember he was here? He just wanted them here.
Oh, sweetheart, Taerim-halmonim spoke from the other end of the dresser. Seokjin wiped his tears on his arm and looked up. She sat cross-legged on the floor, a gentle smile on her face. Not for the first time, Seokjin wished that she was his mom instead of his parents’ house keeper. I know it hurts so, so much. But you still have halmonim, don’t you? She opened her arms, inviting him for a hug.
Things will get better one day, she said later, when Seokjin’s head was tucked in the crook of her neck and her shoulder thoroughly soaked with tears. I promise you, it will.
And if halmonim said it, it had to be true.
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November 22, 2023
It’s your parent’s anniversary soon.
Don’t you think you should visit them?
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Home was chaos as usual. Namjoon walked the little ones home today, while Yoongi and Hoseok attended the local hagwon. It wasn’t great by any means, not like the one Seokjin used to attend, but it taught Hoseok dance, and Namjoon music, and Yoongi got to play sports, and Seokjin was improving his math grade, so he supposed it did its job. Jeongguk and Taehyung were making what sounded like a lot of unnecessary noise while they played with their toys, while Jimin sorted lego bricks. It looked like he was preparing another several-day-long project, which might mean a future where their caretaker cried as they spent even more money on even more legos. Jimin often used most of the lego blocks on his projects and refused to take them apart afterwards. The last time one of his creations was forcefully destroyed, he sulked for a week. Their caretaker didn’t normally care about the tantrums and attitudes the seven of them threw around the house -- and there was always someone upset about something -- but everyone in the house usually went out of their way to make Jimin happy. They had spent so much effort getting him comfortable when the twins first joined their family that it was probably a permanent way of life; Make Jimin smile. Indulge Taehyung. Adore Jeongguk. The three of them were probably some of the most spoiled children in all of Korea, and they were all proud to admit it.
Seokjin swiftly greeted the little ones with a hand in their hair, then went to the kitchen table and took a seat beside Namjoon. He unloaded his books from his bag, stole several bites from Namjoon’s bowl of fruit, and began his homework. From where he sat, he could keep an eye on the little ones and stop any fighting before it got a chance to start. He could also continue eating his brother’s food, which was the most important part.
“There’s plenty in the refrigerator, you know,” Namjoon rolled his eyes as he took his bowl back. “It’s cut and portioned and everything.”
“Your point escapes me,” said Seokjin. He smiled and reached for another bite of melon. His arms were long, the bowl wasn't as far away as Namjoon thought it was. “There’s fruit right here in front of me.” He received an eraser to the face for his trouble, but violence was practically a love language in their household.
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March 3, 2022
Didn't your brother graduate? You
should call him.
My phone number hasn't changed. He
can call me too.
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This won’t sound very nice, but after that stunt you pulled at dinner last night, I need to level with you. Seokwan’s voice was soft, but the look on his face betrayed his frustration. Their family attended a dinner party the previous night, where Seokjin had lost his temper. Their parents, and had ignored him all night, even while they conversed with the adults and other children Seokjin’s age. It was bad enough they pretended he didn’t exist at home, but then they went out their way to treat him like a handsome and well-behaved doll.
Your expectations are too high. You want the family you see on television, and that doesn’t exist in reality. Seokjin had a few faint memories of playing and laughing with his older brother, but now… well, Seokjin couldn’t say the last time they talked together. Seokwan went away for school, and then attended hagwon over breaks, then holed up in his bedroom when he was home. He was as much a stranger as his parents these days. I’ve been where you are. I’ve wanted what you wanted. And then I grew up. Seokjin, you’re going to start middle school soon. You need to let go of your fantasies. Here, Seokwan handed his brother the gift bag in his hand. Inside was another action figure that Seokjin would never play with. It felt like a bribe. You’re meant to make our family look good. You can’t go around throwing temper tantrums and acting out at your age. It’s embarrassing. And as long as you continue to embarrass them, our parents will never acknowledge you.
The words hurt. They stung his eyes and burned his chest, but they weren’t unexpected. Seokjin already knew all of this, at least a little bit. He loved going to fancy dinners and dressing in adult clothes, but he hated the way his parents treated him. He just wanted to know that they cared about him.
Sometimes, he wondered if they loved him.
What’s this for then? he asked.
You wanted attention. Seokwan explained. This is the most they’re willing to give. But remember, all actions have consequences. Even if you're not the one who receives them.
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August 16, 2018
I’m sorry I didn’t mean it. Please come
back
I didn’t get to say goodbye
I’ll apologize. Just please come back
This is for the best, dear. I love you.
Don’t give your new housekeeper a
hard time.
But she won’t be you
Things change. It’s okay.
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“Kim Seokjin, where are you?” Seonsaengnim’s voice was loud, bordering on shrill, but Seokjin still took his time walking through the house to meet their guardian outside of the kitchen.
“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”
“No, you didn’t, and that’s the point,” they replied. “I have something for you!”
Before the surprise could be revealed, Seokjin heard Jeongguk’s voice begin, “Happy birthday to you!”
“Hey, Jeongguk, it’s not anyone’s birthday today,” Yoongi cut him off. Seokjin gave his guardian a curious look.
“It was your turn to choose dessert the other night,” they said, leading Seokjin to the counter, “but I forgot, and then I didn’t feel like arguing with the kids about it. So, I brought home your favorite to make it up to you. You boys ate dinner already, right?” The cake was rounded and covered in red and white fondant, with strawberry slices creating something like flowers around the edges and skewered on top. It resembled a Mario cap, and brought a smile to Seokjin’s face. “Knuckleheads, back up, Jinnie gets the first piece!”
“I’m not a knucklehead,” argued Taehyung.
“Yes, you are,” said Seonsaengnim. “I said it, so it must be true.”
“You also said I was going to get a good grade on my exam --”
“Kim Namjoon, you would have if you would have gone to bed when I told you, instead of playing games under your blankets.”
“Stop arguing near my cake, you’re gonna ruin the flavor,” Seokjin whined, slapping at Yoongi’s hand when it reached for one of the fruits. Unfortunately, that left the cake open to Hoseok’s greedy fingers instead. “Stop it, I didn’t even get to take a picture!”
“Hurry up before we take it all then,” Namjoon teased, snatching up another berry.
“I hate all of you. Just so that you know.”
“Seonsaengnim, Jinnie-hyung said mean words!” screamed Jimin.
“Jinnie-hyung is lying!” yelled Taehyung.
“I just wanted cake, is that so much to ask?” Seokjin whined, watching his brothers steal more of his fruit.
“Choices have consequences,” Seonsaengnim laughed, placing a stack of saucers and a knife beside him. “Next time you want to get adopted, pick a smaller household. And apologize to your younger brothers.”
“Which ones?”
“Take your pick, you probably did something to all of them. I’d start with the twins though.”
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March 22, 2019
Kim Seokjin, do not ignore me. Answer
your phone when I call you.
I’m worried about you.
March 23, 2019
Please, tell me you’re okay. I just want
to know that you’re safe.
March 24, 2019
I’m safe
Where are you?
At home
Your housekeeper hasn’t seen you for
weeks. Your food is untouched. Your bed
hasn’t been slept in. Don’t lie to me.
March 25, 2019
I am at home
Just not their home
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Seokjin looked down at the notarized papers in his hands. His heart beat wildly in his chest, both in excitement and fear. He had managed to not just… well, in an effort of transparency, he managed to manipulate both of his parents into giving up their parental rights, and a third into adopting him. It shouldn’t have been so easy. It really, really shouldn’t have been so simple, but his parent’s paid so little attention to him that they didn’t even read the paperwork he gave them, and his teacher was so trusting and careless that Seokjin only had to tell the simplest of white lies to get his way. That was a little concerning, but he imagined there weren’t too many kids willing to… well, in an effort of transparency with himself, willing to commit fraud just to be adopted by their teacher.
But… the four of them looked like they had fun together. Seonsaengnim still looked exhausted, but they still helped the smallest one eat their bingsu while making cute noises, and hugged the older ones and answered all of their questions and smiled and… it was like watching his old nanny -- the nanny fired because of him -- raise three kids who weren’t him. And once that idea crossed his mind…. Seokjin wanted that. He wanted back the guardian his parents took from him.
So he tricked his parents and he lied to his teacher, and did something a little bit illegal, but… well, his parents will never notice. And even if they did… Seokjin didn’t want to go back. And legally, they couldn’t make him. Probably.
Now, all he had to do was convince Seonsaengnim’s kids to adopt him too.
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March 25, 2019
Did something happen? Can you answer
the phone?
March 26, 2019
I know you’re upset with me, but please,
please answer.
I’m sorry.
March 27, 2019
I am so sorry. Please tell me where you are.
March 28, 2019
Seokjin, if you’re able please reply.
Where are you?
March 29, 2019
Seokjin?
March 30, 2019
I’m not going back there
You can’t make me go back
Where are you?
You aren’t old enough to live alone.
March 31, 2019
I’m safe
I’m not alone
I promise
You won’t even tell me where you are.
How is that safe?
Halmonim I’m happy.
How do I know you are safe in this
"home?" You don’t understand how
dangerous this is. Go back to your
family.
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“Seokjin-ah,” his guardian called to him as he exit the bathroom, dressed and cleaned for bed. They were wiping down the kitchen surfaces, the dishes clean and drying in the rack. The other boys were in bed already, but Seokjin had planned to stay awake to study for another hour or two. Seokjin stood in the threshold now, watching his guardian work.
“I’ve been meaning to check in with you,” they said. “Is everything okay? You’ve been a little withdrawn lately.”
Seokjin smiled ruefully. He thought he’d done a better job at hiding his mental state, but maybe he overestimated his acting skills. “I’m a little worried about my grades,” he said. “I want to get a scholarship for a really good high school, but I can’t exactly do that if I don’t score well on my exams.
“If you were worried about your grades, you’d be whining about it,” Saem replied. “Try another lie. Or the truth. The truth is preferable.”
Seokjin hadn’t exactly lied. He did want to get a scholarship to a good high school, and he was worried about his exams, but he was also confident that he would be successful. At the very least, he had a backup plan, so no, Seokjin wasn’t exactly being honest. “I feel sick?”
“I don’t think you’ve matured that much in the past several months.”
Seokjin chuckled at that response. He could be more obnoxious and demanding than the little ones when he was sick, so he searched his brain for another, more believable story. It wasn’t that Seokjin didn’t trust his guardian. He trusted them to keep him safe and fed and clothed and sheltered, and he trusted them to be honest and fair. He trusted his guardian to treat him like a person, even when they lost their temper with him. He trusted his guardian to love him unconditionally. And Seokjin loved them in return. Part of that love meant keeping his guardian safe from his secrets.
“I…” Seokjin struggled with his words, unsure how honest he should be. “I’m worried about my old nanny.” That was enough of the truth, he thought. “I may have been in contact with her recently and… well, she’s kind of old. Older than you.”
“I’m going to ignore the old comment and focus on your nanny. Is she okay?”
“She’s fine,” said Seokjin, relieved that his distraction worked. “Just old, like I said. She’s still healthy as far as I know. I just worry.”
“Were you concerned that you can’t go see her?”
“She lives in Busan now,” said Seokjin. “That’s a little far for an after school trip.”
“We could all go during a break, if you'd like,” Seonsaengnim suggested. “The boys have been wanting to see the beach anyway.”
Seokjin frowned. The conversation wasn’t going the way he expected it to, and it was making him uncomfortable. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Kang Taerim. He missed her terribly. He just… Seokjin felt his heart drop in his chest when he realized: he didn’t trust her anymore. Whether he saw her in Seoul or Busan or overseas, Seokjin just didn’t trust his old nanny not to take him back to his parents, and that scared him.
“We can go to Busan,” Seokjin decided. “But I don’t want to see Taerim halmonim. I like our relationship the way it is now.” Even though Seokjin pretended the two of them hadn't grown distant over the years, he had to admit to himself now that the distance was good. He couldn't get kidnapped and taken back home if there was distance.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” he said.
"Any particular reasons?"
Seokjin frowned. As well-meaning as his caretaker was, he didn't enjoy their prying. When they pried, Seokjin had to debate whether he should lie or not. He didn't particularly enjoy lying. "A few. I don't want to talk about it."
His caretaker paused in their wiping down the faucet and fixed Seokjin with a hard stare. At this point in their relationship, it was a completely nonverbal argument, where his guardian analyzed his face and body language, while he tried his best to pretend he wasn't hiding anything. Seokjin doubted he was ever as successful as he liked to think he was, but he also appreciated that whatever his guardian found, they likely wouldn't bring it up. Yet.
“Okay," Seonsaengnim agreed slowly."I won't press it if you’re sure. Was that all you were thinking about?” They wrung out their rag and laid it in its place on the sink. Suddenly, all of their attention was focused on Seokjin. “Something tells me that’s not it.”
“That’s…” he considered his feelings, and what he was and wasn’t willing to talk about right now. It felt like something had shifted inside after realizing the uneasy feeling he had when thinking about Taerim halmonim was distrust. “That’s everything I’m willing to think about tonight, I think.”
“Will you come find me if you change your mind?” they asked, opening their arms. Seokjin felt relieved to be offered the hug he needed. He felt awkward about asking for hugs from his guardian when he wanted them. Seonsaengnim must have noticed how desperate he was because they squeezed him tighter than usual, and didn’t let go until Seokjin pulled back. He felt a little more settled inside, even if it still felt like everything had changed.
“I’ll probably come find you for help with math,” he said.
“You’ll fail if you did that, kid,” said his guardian. “I’m an English teacher for a reason.”
In his bedroom, Seokjin stared for a long moment at the textbooks laying on his desk. He really did need to spend an hour or two with his math formulas, or finishing his Korean assignments. It was the smart choice.
Instead, he crawled into bed with Jeongguk. His youngest brother was an excellent cuddler, and Seokjin could really use a teddy bear tonight.
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Collecting Strays series, previous, first
So, if the formatting is strange, I tried my best; between my outdated Chromebook and the tumblr website, I was fighting for my life. Hopefully, the text conversations came through alright and the timeline of events is clear enough. As always, my inbox is open for suggestions and requests, preferably for this series, but I might be open to other, preferably platonic, BTS requests.
#BTS#BTS scenarios#BTS fan fiction#BTS ARMY#kim seokjin#BTS Jin#kim seokjin scenarios#kid BTS#kid fic#gender neutral reader#reader insert#self-insert#Collecting Strays#DarkBalance#cross posted on ao3
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i love heartless so much they are like my children. i think everyone has a heartless they are especially attached to. me? well, i'm basic - i love shadows, soldiers, and the color music family.
#and ansem.#darkballs used to scare me as a kid so im still not fond of them#even though they don't scare me anymore.
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#kingdom hearts#kh1#heartless#darkball#neoshadow#invisible#my gif#all heartless are so well designed cool and memorable but these always stood out to me
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Decided to redesign my Shadowtwo because honestly she was overly cluttered in a reused pose that didn't really fit or properly show her differences to Sona and overly edgy. Now shes just edgy and overly cluttered in a new way XD
Snarky mother fucker thanks you but using evil voice ya know the one. Very scary that she has this tech now like god dammit why. Probably doesn't actually and won't do anything with it it's just for art/to look scary on her part. Being shes an altered shadowtwo her gaia crystal fused to a mewtwonite X and having merged with biological matter she's different so has higher wants than just "more power" cursed with humanity awareness and higher conscious. Bingbong suffer with self awareness and frontal lobe.
Only the thick lineart lightning lines are canon and represent the crystal corruption seeping into the skin empowering the body. The thinner random ones show up when using powers like her blood vessels are glowing with power it's purely for emphasis and show of her crystal corruption and strength with her implants glowing too for extra ooh
Kept the tail blade but altered it out of all the added crystals as it felt the most fitting to give her a danger blade. The burst chest crystal is and always will be canon as her crystals place of origin was in the mewtwo bump where its theorised mega stones are implanted.
She's significantly taller than Sona, how much taller idk I don't wanna make her ridiculously huge (yes I do) but with Sona being like 5"4' I can see her being like 6"7-6"11 biiiiiig bitch, she also obviously has a significantly longer tail than Sona probably more natural two length or maybe longer I'm not sure. Has everything sona lacks really, move pool, psychic powers, height, long tail took the mewtwonite X in the divorce from her mortal form too
She's just vaguely evil because I don't really have plots with my characters just headcanons I don't art for story lmao. She is not allowed near Night or Uni (givemeuniversalcrossovers) will bite me. Don't tell her but I'll probably draw her near Night later as a teen because she'd probably observe and call out the others are weak and can't train him properly.
Also I keep finding it incredibly funny out of the trio (May my Sona, Mattwo my Sona but boy time with lore and herself being her body is a clone of May) she's the only one who can have a kid and does technically have an on off canon kid called Luna who radiates Gaia energy like a twisted irony punishment making her a target to other shadow pokemon that would want to drain her daughters life meaning the shadowtwo I have who needs a name and is Darkness for now has to face the consequences of her crimes and face the fact she murdered for her form she artificially implanted grown gaia crystals and now her child is a target likely having gained her gaia powers from her through the womb. Basically lmao oops and just her having a kid that because of how separated she is from other shadows she genuinely cares about and now has the stress of needing to protect.
Might also draw her bring Luna cause fellow night child they can bond, friendship.
Idk I'm rambling lmao sorry enjoy the snarky evil bitch
#my art#my oc#Shadow mewtwo oc#Shadowtwo oc#Shadow Mewtwo Darkness#Shadowtwo Darkness#I'm very good at original names uh huh#Masterball#Darkball#Mewtwo Pokeball
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i know im drunk and a child but this is moving me to tears
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It’s almost midnight here and all I can think about is how much cactaurs sincerely scare me.
#them and darkballs#asper talks about video games#sorta#this is just between u and me plz dont tell anyone
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Eternal love
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“Love is like an eternal flame -- once it is lit, it will continue to burn for all time.”
Outfit:
♥Just BECAUSE Marilyn Gown/Gloves♥
JustBecause mainstore
Makeup & Accessories:
♥Demonic Touch by Aii & Ego♥
Aii & Ego Mainstore
♥[T.M.B] Halloween catwoman eyeshadow♥
Pose and Scenery:
♥Cuca La Dolce Vita Bento Couples Poses♥
Cuca Mainstore
#goth#roses#darkromance#Addams#Aii#avaway#JustBecause#AviGlam#Magika#delicatta#TMB#Karl&Simi#Cuca#candles#Legacy#Lelutka#theSkinnery#Velour#ball#ballroom#couple#love#sl#secondlife#family#romance#gothic#darkball#blackdress#mask
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Ten Buttercups
Ten Buttercups
by DarkBalance
If Adrien knew anything about his best friend and soulmate, it was that whether in ten, twenty, or fifty years, they'll be beside each other, no matter what their relationship looked like.
Words: 2180, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of From Nine to Ten
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, Gen
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Additional Tags: Adrinette April 2022, Adrinette April, Platonic Soulmates, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Childhood Friends, Romantic Friendship, Did I use that tag correctly?, sorry if I didn't, Developing Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Arguing
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44417944
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Adrien & Marinette#💚#💖#❤️#Adrien#Marinette#Miraculous Ladybug#♦#A:DarkBalance#Soulmate AU
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Looks at Aiden. Looks at the Darkball in his hand. Maybe soon... :)
Fuck, fuck... Wrong way. He's running the other direction!
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The Castle That Never Was' Room of Enlightenment* is covered in rubbish and flipped furniture, Axel, Xigbar, and Demyx were searching for the remote. Inspired by Teen Titans(2003)
Axel: *Looking all over the place* Aw, man, come on! It's gotta be around here someplace! *Looks under the couch* I don't believe this! *To Demyx* How could you lose the remote?
Demyx: *Rummaging through the game shelf* What makes you so sure I lost it? *He, Axel, and Xigbar met up face to face*
Xigbar: Uh...'cause you're you.
Demyx: Hey! Just because I lost that video game--
Axel: --And the toothpaste, and my Frisbee, and the waffle iron--
Demyx: Things disappear. How am I supposed to know where they go?
Saix: *Trying to work on his papers gets distracted by the three squabbling*
Xigbar: Well, how am I supposed to watch TV without a remote?
Saix: *He slams his clip board down and said, coldly:* Simple. You change the channel by getting up or using your space powers.
Demyx, Xigbar, and Axel: *Looking at him and each other a very long and puzzled look.*
Axel: *Darkly* Don't even joke like that, Isa.
Saix: I wasn't joking.
Xigbar: Good, 'cause it wasn't funny! And I know funny!
Saix: *Eyebrow twitching and ready to kill someone*
Xigbar: Now either help us look for the remote, or go back to your stupid paper work and--
Saix: *Stomps over, clearly pissed* This is a pointless argument over a useless device. You are wasting your energy and disrupting my work.
Demyx: I'm telling you, I didn't lose it! You were the one watching TV last! *As he was saying this, Luxord, Xaldin, Xion, and Roxas came in*
Xion: *To Roxas* ...And that's how I was able to outsmart Pete.
Demyx: So if you want to blame someone, look in the mirror, Xiggy!
Roxas: *He and the other three sees this* Whoa! Take it easy, guys! You all just got back from your missions!
Xaldin: I know how to handle this... *Summons his lances*
Luxord: *Turns his lances into cards* No! Lord Xemnas would have our heads for this. *Gives them back in deck form* Try something that doesn't involve impalement.
Xaldin: Hm, very well, perhaps dinner would do us some good, it's beginning to be about that time anyways. *Goes into the Kitchen*
Axel: I don't need food, what I need is a time machine, I didn't--
Demyx: Back me up here, Roxas!! Have I ever lost any--?
Roxas: Okay! Okay! *Whistles*
Axel: To stop him from taking the REMOTE!!!
Xion: Hey! Come on!! Settle down! ENOUGH!!!
Xaldin: *Meanwhile, while the others are arguing, Xaldin opens the refrigerator to look in. And much to his horror and disgust; there is a jumble of half-eaten leftovers, all covered with a thick layer of black and purple goop; this thing seems to have been infested with Heartless.* Wha-!? Who let the Heartless in MY kitchen!? *The growth on a wheel of cheese starts to take on the form of a mini Darkball Heartless and screech.* GAH! *He pulls back from the fridge and throws all his lances at it, causing the fridge to short circuit from being stabbed and blew up from the inside, splattering black and purple crud throughout the kitchen and Room of Enlightenment. The Organization who have just had the living daylights scared out of them, not to mention an unhealthy dose of the mold dripped on their heads.*
Luxord: Maybe we should just go out for pizza...
*Room of Enlightenment - A non-canon lounge room similar to the Grey Area, except with games and a TV.
#kingdom hearts#358/2 days#organization xiii#organization 13#xigbar#xaldin#saix#axel#demyx#luxord#roxas#xion#incorrect quotes#teen titans
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Kingdom Hearts Re:Chain of Memories Reverse/Rebirth: B6f: Atlantica
Obtained Key to Beginnings!
Riku's deck in Atlantica consists of the following Soul Eaters: 0, 4, 6, 4, 3, 5, 3, 7, 1, 7, 6, 2, 6, 0.
In addition, this deck comes with TWO Enemy Cards.
In both the original GBA version and the remake, Riku has access to the Sea Neon Enemy Card, which grants Random Values (randomizes the values of Riku's card for one reload).
In the remake only, Riku also has access to the Darkball Enemy Card. It grants Duel Trigger: The next card will initiate a duel regardless of value for one reload.
This means that Darkballs will NEVER drop their Enemy Card in Sora's story. This is due to the Darkball's original affect, Cardblind (hides card values from the enemies for three reloads) being completely useless now that the multiplayer "Link Mode" had been removed (you would play as Sora, but the other player looks like AntiSora on your GBA screen).
But back to Riku's story, his darkness takes Ursula's form in the Room of Beginnings. He's able to strike her down and claim her Enemy Card before going on his way.
In the upper floors, Larxene is mocking Naminé, realizing that the girl's emotional state has been deteriorating.
"Are you feeling awful about tinkering with Sora's memory?" she probes, "Or maybe you-"
"Cut it out Larxene!" the Riku Replica snaps as he enters the room.
He claims that Naminé doesn't want to remember Sora.
"Don't worry," the Replica promises as he makes his way to Naminé, "Whatever's hurting you, I'll make it go away." He takes out his star charm. "I swear it on this- the good luck charm you gave me."
As soon as he's no longer in the room, Larxene cruelly praises Naminé,
"It's almost like you completely made his heart from scratch!" she observes, "Nice work with the good luck charm. I didn't know you could use memories to transform objects like cards into keepsakes. You used the same trick on Sora, right? You changed Kairi's good luck charm with your magic, didn't you?"
Larxene laughs about how it won't be long before Sora forgets about Kairi entirely.
Naminé insists he won't forget.
"No matter how much I change his memory, Sora will never forget Kairi," she explains, "Memories of me- More false memories of me will just make his feelings for Kairi even stronger than before.
"Because... I'm the shadow of Kairi."
Larxene doesn't see the problem with that, it should just be extra incentive for Naminé not to screw up.
"Just do a good job rewriting Sora's heart," Larxene states, "Then you can actually be somebody- and no longer just Kairi's shadow."
Naminé glares at Larxene as the Organization member declares she'll be real in Sora's heart.
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God I'm loving where this is going.
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Adopting Bangtan 10
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One Thing For Certain, Two Things For Sure
It was Namjoon’s coughing fit that woke you up. He’s been insistent that he wasn’t sick all week, but you’ve watched him steadily progress from vaguely unwell to potentially sickly to certainly contagious over the course of three days. Still, Namjoon fancied himself a role model for his brothers and similar to Yoongi and Seokjin, didn’t like letting the others aware that he was less than 100%. Unfortunately, even as his guardian, you sometimes fall into the category of “the others” when it comes to your eldest children. Thankfully -- or perhaps not so thankfully -- it was falling into cold season, affectionately dubbed “Jungkook season” and you were stocked on cold medicines, cough drops, fever reducers, and vitamin juices. This would be your fourth winter taking care of children and you’ve learned by now that it was better to be prepared for the inevitable than to hope the kids kept their hands to themselves and stayed healthy through the winter. Or ever, for that matter.
“Namjoon,” you don’t have to work very hard to wake him, the coughing already did most of the job for you. “Drink.” Namjoon looked groggily at the cup you presented him and made a face. “Don’t care, drink,” you repeat, correctly interpreting the expression for resistance. “You will not be vomiting your lungs on my watch, now drink your medicine so you don’t choke on air.” You push the cup at him again and this time, Namjoon drinks it. He makes a face in disgust and you can’t blame him. Even you tended to resisted taking cold medicine for as long as you could. “Alright, kid, go back to sleep. I’ll check on you in the morning.”
Namjoon seemed better in the morning. He had some sniffles, and he drank more tea than he normally would in a week, but you couldn’t tell that he woke up in the middle of the night suffocating on air. Yet while you watched Namjoon for signs of discomfort and sickness, you noticed that Yoongi seemed pale and sluggish. He hadn’t complained, but your kid spent more time in bed than he did harassing Namjoon or Seokjin, and had been sending Jungkook and Jimin to go play by themselves. When you check in with him, he says he’s “just tired.” Yoongi doesn’t usually keep things like falling sick to himself. You trust him to tell you if there’s something wrong, but you keep an eye on him anyway.
It’s when Jimin begins complaining about a sore throat that you feel the first bit of distress. Namjoon being sick by himself was fine. Yoongi maybe-being sick was concerning, but still fine. Jimin being sick meant that Taehyung would be sick. Both Jimin and Taehyung being sick guaranteed Jungkook would be sick. And if Jungkook was sick, everyone else would be sick within a day.
“I’m dying!” Seokjin whined from his bed. He kicked off all of his blankets except for the sheet and the electric blanket he laid on. He was probably the brattiest of all of the kids when he was sick, and that’s including the whiny six-year-old. The teenager screamed his discomfort at every opportunity and you had half a mind to shut him in his room and ignore him for the rest of the day. You wouldn’t, of course, something in you still loved him for whatever reason, but that didn’t stop you from vocalizing the threat because he was too damn big and had an ego too big to pop anyway.
“You don’t even have a fever, Seokjin,” you told him, lightly smacking him in the face with the pillow you picked off the floor. “If you freeze to death it won’t be my fault.”
“Saem! I’m dying!”
“Okay. Die a little more quietly, please.”
“You aren’t going to fix it?” you had to admit to yourself, that Seokjin was a little adorable with his stuffed nose and puppy eyes, but you were over his dramatics.
“I have six more to replace you. I’ll be okay.”
“You won’t save hyung?” That cry came from Taehyung, your adorable agent of chaos. He lay in his bed beside a sleeping Jimin, watching your interaction with Seokjin. You sighed delicately, and crouched down to speak with him at eye level. You didn’t want him to mistake your exasperation at Seokjin with frustration at him. Your relationship with Taehyung and Jimin, the twins as you and the older boys have taken to calling them, is still fragile and you didn’t want to ruin any of the carefully built trust. Two months of work could go down the drain with a bit of bad word choice.
“No, Taetae, it’s just a joke,” you explained, affectionately pushing his hair from his face. Taehyung did have a bit of a fever, but not anything for you to be worried about yet. Idly, you made a mental note to adjust the way you teased Seokjin. The two of you have bickered for so long, with you threatening to kick him out and him being obnoxious because you won’t, that you forget how it can sound to others. “Jinnie-hyung knows I love him. I’ll rescue him from lions and dragons and even God if I have to.”
“And me too?” Taehyung asked. “And Jiminie?”
“And you and Jiminie and Kookie and Joonie and Yoonie and Hobie too. All of you.”
“You aren’t rescuing me from death!”
“Kim Seokjin,” you sigh, “you are fourteen years old. Please act mature for once in your life.”
“Who’s that? I don’t know her.”
You took a deep breath, and swallowed the sharp retort that very nearly had you going back on your silent promise. “How does soup sound, Taetae?” You say instead. “Think you and Jiminie and the others might want some soup for dinner?” Taehyung nodded, a sleepy pout on his face.
“Can I go to sleep first?”
“Sleep for as long as you want,” you rub his cheek with a thumb and watch the kid smile while he closes his eyes for a nap. You imagine he has to be missing his mother right now, but he hasn’t said a word to you, so you won’t bring it up either. There isn’t exactly a handbook for What To Do When You Adopt an Abandoned Kid, so you’re basically making it up as you go and hoping you aren’t contributing to any of these kids’ trauma. They seem alright most of the time, but you know from experience that even children are good at pretending they’re Fine™ when they aren’t.
“Seonsaengnim, I can get soup too?”
“Only if you make it yourself,” you answered Seokjin. You left him whining indignantly in bed.
With the three of them taken care of, you went across the hall to check on the rest of your kids. Unfortunately there isn’t any less whining here. Jungkook’s nose was stuffy like everyone else’s and his fever had him cranky and fussier than Seokjin. Hoseok wasn’t fairing much better, but he’s significantly less obnoxious than your eldest, so you let him make his noises and throw off his blankets. He took a fever reducer a few hours ago, and you know it works, it always does, but you feel the need to check his temperature for the umpteenth time.
“Can we get lunch?” Namjoon asked when you entered. He was reading, sitting on the bunk bed above Yoongi’s. He’s probably the most well-off out of everyone, no fever, barely any sniffles, just a small cough that you aren’t sure isn’t just a dry throat. On the other hand, you’re certain that Namjoon was the very first one sick (in spite of what he told you at the time) and is therefore the one who infected Jungkook, who infected everyone else.
That’s your story and you’re sticking to it.
“I think there’s some leftover chicken in the fridge from a few days ago,” You replied. “Can you go and shred that for me? I told Taetae I’ll make soup.”
“Sure,”
“Can you do it without stabbing yourself in the process?”
“That was one time!”
“That’s what you said last time. And the time before that.”
“And the time before that,” Yoongi mumbled.
Hoseok whined something unintelligible. He looked like a sad puppy in bed, and you felt bad that you couldn’t do more to fix it.
“Just be careful. Get Jin out of bed if you need to, he needs something constructive to do.”
“But I don’t want to listen to him complain at me,” Namjoon’s tone was just shy of petulant and you could feel the fraying ends of your patience tear just a little bit.
“I literally said, if you need to. If you can shred the chicken without hurting yourself, then do it. If not, then get Jin. That’s it.” You tried to speak calmly, but there was probably some bite to your voice because Namjoon moved a little too quickly, as if avoiding your temper. The thought to apologize crossed your mind, but you decided at that moment that today was not a day to play nice with your kids. You’re running on stolen minutes of sleep and caffeine; if it wasn’t Jimin hacking up his lungs, it was Jungkook screaming because he couldn’t breathe, or Hoseok distressed as he fought with his fever.
“Hob-ah,” you cooed softly, squatting down to his eye level. “How are you feeling?”
“M’ head hurts,” he cried.
“Okay,” you whispered now, not wanting your voice to aggravate him further. “I’ll see if I can give you something to help, okay? But we might have to wait a little because I just gave you medicine.”
“Can’t sleep... too hurt,”
“Okay, I’ll be back in a little bit, okay? Think you can drink some water for me?” the boy nodded and you checked on Jungkook in the bunk bed below. He was asleep, temperature not any higher, but no lower either. It wasn’t high enough for you to use a fever reducer, but you were beginning to get worried. It would probably be a good idea for you to give him a cool bath sometime tonight, maybe after lunch. Maybe before lunch.
“Have you seen my cell phone?” In the kitchen, Namjoon was shredding the chicken like you asked. Watching him, you realized that he really would avoid stabbing himself with a fork since he wasn’t using one. You ruffled his bed head as you passed on your way to the sink for a clean cup.
“It’s on the counter,” he answered, nodding to the corner beside the coffee pot. You picked it up, this time crossing to the refrigerator for the water pitcher. You keep thinking that you’re actually good at this parenting thing, and then things like this happen and you have to go to Naver for help.
“Here,” you sit a cup in front of Namjoon as a sort of peace offering. “Don’t forget to drink water, kid. You’re still sick too.”
“Okay,” he said.
“And I’m sorry for snapping at you. I didn’t mean to.”
“I know,” his tone is soft, the one he uses when it's only you two. It reminds you of when he was six and trying to convince you to keep him. “I’m not mad.”
“Good. I mean, I wouldn’t care if you were, but I’m glad that you’re not. I actually don’t like making you upset.”
“I know,” he said. “I don’t either. Do you want me to check on the twins?”
“They should both be asleep,” you told him. “If Yoongi is feeling okay, I’ll probably send him down to shell peasies.” Namjoon snorted. “Peasies is a real word! Look it up!” It was an old argument, going back years, but the both of you were too stubborn to drop it.
In the bedroom, Hoseok was quiet, but you could see that he was still uncomfortable.
“Hoseokie?” You call quietly. He moans in response and you almost want to laugh, but the sight itself is sad and you really, really just want to magically make your kid better. “Here. Drink this. I shouldn’t really give you anything else right now, but we’ll see if you have a headache because you’re dehydrated, okay? You haven’t been drinking water all morning and I don’t remember if you did last night. If your head still hurts after lunch I’ll give you some medicine.” Hoseok just moaned some more in response, but drank the water you offered him in one go. After another affectionate swipe across Hoseok’s face, you turned to the last child in the room.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Yoongi replied.
“Has your headache come back?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want medicine?”
“I want to lay here and wish I was Namjoon.”
The two of you stared at one another for a long moment.
“That’s the story you’re going with?”
“It’s either that or wish I was a rock.”
“Okay, cool. You had me scared for a second.” You handed a second glass of water to the kid. “Here. I’m doing horribly with this whole hydrate thing, but here you go. Did you feel like helping Namjoon with lunch?”
“No, thanks.” Yoongi sat up to accept the drink and shook his head no. It was a brief action. From the way Yoongi blinked, you figured his headache must have punished him for the movement.
“I’m coming back with more water,” you announced.
“Water doesn’t fix everything,”
“Bet!” You challenged. “I’ll fix all seven of you with water, just watch.”
On your way back into the kitchen, you check in again on the other kids. Taehyung and Jimin are still asleep in their bed and Seokjin is still a brat.
“Jin, I love you, and I know you’re a dramatic piece of child through no fault of my own. But how are you really, actually feeling? Besides apparently ‘dying?’”
“I’m okay,” Seokjin huffed. “I’m stuffy and I’m coughing so much that my throat hurts, and I’m almost sure I have a migraine, but I’m okay. I really just want to sleep.”
“Have you had any cough medicine?”
“We don’t have any.”
“I swear to - “ You bit your tongue -- almost literally -- and breathed. How in the world did you actually forget to buy the cough medicine? It’s Jungkook season -- that child will stay sick for the next six weeks at least -- so you’ve always made sure to stock up on medicine and stay stocked. “I’ll go to the store. Okay. Um. I’ll be back. I’m going to bring you some water. Some water and some tea. The tea can probably help your cough and throat for a little while until I get back. Yeah, the ginger tea. Okay. Just… stay there and keep breathing or something.”
“I mean, I was intending to.” You could hear the eye roll in Seokjin’s voice, but you were going to ignore it, if only because you were too busy berating yourself. Cough medicine, out of all the things to forget! Thankfully there was a convenience store nearby. You left Namjoon washing peas and threw on your shoes and a coat, mentally writing a list of the things you needed. It will probably be good to just buy a large pack of water and leave a pile of them with each kid. You will fix them with water. The pills and syrups and everything else were just there to help. Water was doing all of the work. That was the story you were going to tell Yoongi anyway.
You considered picking up a bottle of wine, but ultimately left it on the shelf. You’re still not sure how you feel about that choice once you get home, but like everything else, it was the decision you were sticking with. Besides, you didn’t want to feel judged by the ahjumma behind the counter.
Jin was in the kitchen with Namjoon when you returned home, the elder cradling a mug of what you assumed was tea, the younger peeling potatoes. You don't remember asking him to do that, and you didn’t think you planned to use potatoes in your soup tonight, but hey, why not, potatoes are cool.
“Jinnie, are you feeling any better?”
“I can breathe,” he stated happily.
“I do believe that was your task for the day.”
“And he’s doing a good job,” added Namjoon.
“Respect me,” Seokjin chided.
“I’m respecting the good job you’re doing at breathing.”
“He’s using his nice words, Seokjin, behave,”
“Do I have medicine now?”
“You do.”
“Then I will behave,”
The rest of the house is quiet. You drop off water bottles with Yoongi and your -- finally peacefully -- sleeping boys. You swallow down half a bottle yourself, hoping to get rid of a budding headache, and spend the next hour making soup with Namjoon and Seokjin. Cooking has been the most soothing part of your day. You’ve spent the night and morning running back and forth between the kids, searching on Naver and worrying if you’re doing this parenting thing correctly; slowly following instructions, throwing things into a pot and letting it all do its own thing felt nice.
“Alright, I’ve just got to give this about an hour to simmer,” You announced, setting a timer on your phone for fifteen minutes. It was your reminder to stir the soup so it didn’t burn. “Everyone else is asleep, so I can actually rest for a little bit.”
“You should go lay down,” said Namjoon. “We can watch the pot.”
“Thanks, Joonie, but I should be okay for a couple more hours. Didn’t you say you were tired, Jin? Go take a nap with the rest.”
“I’m okay,” said Seokjin. “I’ll sit here and read until lunch.”
“Suit yourself,” you sighed, laying your head on the counter. “Ugh, my eyes are burning. Why does steam have to be so hot?” You blinked and closed your eyes, trying to get the moisture back.
“Namjoon, go check the twin’s temperatures,” You heard Seokjin whisper. A ringing noise startled you awake, but you could have sworn you only just blinked. Why was it so hard to move?
“They’re in your room, you do it,”
“Do you want to fight Jungkook into taking a bath?” the answering silence was telling. “Exactly. Saem’s asleep and I’m not going to wake them up. So go check on the twins, I’ll check on Hoseok and get Yoongi to come down and keep an eye on the food. You can start the rice when you come back down.”
“Shouldn’t we send them to bed?” This silence was just as telling as the last. You wanted to push yourself up from where you leaned over the counter, but everything felt heavy and you didn’t want to move. The chances that Seokjin let Jungkook drown in the tub were slim, the chances that Yoongi burned the soup even slimmer, and Namjoon was already out of the danger zone. Your boys could take care of themselves for an hour, you were sure of it. An hour was all you needed to rest.
You weren’t sure what startled you awake the second time, but you found yourself sitting up and searching before you even registered being awake. Your back and neck ached from your awkward position laying on the kitchen counter, and the aroma of chicken soup and salted rice surrounded you. It was darker outside the window than you remembered it being, and you made a note to fuss at someone for not closing the curtains. The question still begged, why were you awake? No, a better question was why were you asleep? You remembered wanting to get the sting out of your eyes from cooking over a steaming pot for a long time, and you remembered that you were beginning to nurse your own headache, so you had wanted to lay your head down for a few minutes while you waited for the soup to finish. You needed to check on the twins and the baby and Hoseok and Yoongi. Hoseok still had a headache and Jungkook still needed a bath, and so did the twins. Everyone needed medicine. You also needed to make sure they were actually drinking water.
“You’re awake,” Yoongi’s voice was soft and slow as usual, but you noticed he was actually out of bed and not wincing when he moved.
“How are you feeling?” you asked.
“Better…. The water helped.”
“I told you so,” you remark, stretching. Yoongi doesn’t respond, but you did notice his eyes roam up, as if he were suppressing an eyeroll. “How are the little ones?”
“Hobie’s headache has let up some, but he said it still hurts a little…. I told him to drink some more water.” Yoongi seemed to also suppress a sigh, but you counted it as a victory. Kookie’s temperature went down before dinner and I don't’ think it went up, but we haven’t checked yet. The twins are sleeping again, but they ate and drank their water, so there’s that, I guess.”
“And Jin and Joon?”
“Kim Seokjin is obnoxious and drinks entirely too much tea,” said Yoongi, but there was very little bite to his words. You guess Seokjin had been picking with him earlier and Yoongi was still annoyed about it. “Namjoon’s asleep too. He cleaned up after dinner and changed everyone’s sheets while they showered and did laundry and stuff.”
“And I slept through all of that?”
“I think Jin put something in your tea.”
“I didn’t drink any tea.”
“Oh,” Yoongi pauses while rinsing his dishes. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“You were tired. Did you sleep last night?”
“Sure,”
“That’s why. You should go to bed tonight, you can.”
“I went to bed last night,” you said. “But I also have seven kids, so we’ll see how much sleep I get. I also have grading to get done.”
“You’re just going to push it through a scantron machine. On Monday. At school.”
“Okay, and who is reading the bad English short answer questions?”
“Me, Jin, and Namjoon,”
“That was one time! I didn’t even ask you to, you lot took it upon yourselves!”
“Goodnight, Seonsaengnim,”
“Why am I raising brats?” You whine to yourself, dismissed by a twelve-year-old. “And why were you bringing dishes from the back? Who was eating in their bedroom? Didn’t I tell you kids, no eating in your bedrooms?”
If there was one thing you’ve learned after raising children for four years, it’s that if one child fell sick, they all fell sick. But you forget that if the kids all fall sick, you definitely got sick by the end of it all.
To find more of my child-bangtan fics, select the “Collecting Strays” tag at the bottom of this page ^_^
#BTS#BTS scenarios#BTS fan fiction#BTS ARMY#kim namjoon#BTS RM#kim seokjin#BTS Jin#jung hoseok#BTS j-hope#min yoongi#BTS suga#reader insert#cross posted on AO3#darkbalance#Collecting Strays
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@chronicparagon started following you!
Shibuya at night was more dangerous as of late. Shadows, Heartless, and the slowly creeping rate of crime was filling the streets in the wee hours of Japan, and anyone traveling at night was advised to take extra precautions. It doubled so for Nico; being not only a Keyblade wielder but a Persona user made him a high-priority target for those creatures. Alas, he was glad he would only be attacked out in the middle of the streets at night, imagine the danger he would've had his mother or anyone else around if it was a 24/7 scenario...
Fast forward to the current, rainy night. It had happened so suddenly, a Heartless- no, multiple planning to surround this one woman. He was lucky to be heading home so late to find them. Quickly, he darted right in with his Keyblade formed in hand and struck them down as fast as possible, save for the one Darkball.
"PERSONA!!" Quickly, he whipped out his Evoker and fire it into the side of his head. Out came Thanatos casting Megidola, and thus finishing off the last Heartless. A deep sigh occurs as he quickly spun his view over to the female he had just saved seeing as his Persona had vanished.
"Y-You... aren't hurt, a-are you miss..." He asked with a slowly concerning tone in his voice. His anxiety tended to kick in when talking to even just one person.
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What is the most annoying enemy in any video game that you hate dealing with the most?
Hmmmm I can think of quite a few Kingdom Hearts enemies that fit this criteria. Darkballs, Hot Rods and Mad Rides, Dancers, Undead Pirates, Chrono Twisters, Archravens, and I think a few others.
WHEN IT COMES TO THE BOSSES, oh boy I have quite a few. Giant Ursula KH1 takes the cake, with other bosses being Terranort (the one at the end of Terra’s route), Young Xehanort DDD, and the few annoyances I have with KH2 are the Xaldin, Demyx (The Hollow Bastion fight), and Roxas fights. The Roxas fight is REALLY great, but what makes it annoying for me is having to go all the way back to the beginning of The World That Never Was if you lose H
As for other games: Any opposing Pokémon with moves such as Selfdestruct (It’s ESPECIALLY scary in a Nuzlocke), Nefastravens from TWEWY, and a few others I can’t think of right now
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I really be out here making a Mayverse with how many different versions there are, whoops, enjoy!
So Canon May the baby girl little daft lil dumb not many powers but full of love
Anti May I'm sad I missed this original trend but here be the girl, she is self confident and only cares about herself spending most of her time in the sky rather than the ground, doesn't forgive humans for what they did to her and has no interest in befriending other twos, cautious paranoid trusts no one. Very incredibly powerful but only for herself struggles to use powers to help others or in a desperate pinch. Just kinda mean
Perfect May, this referring to her not being physically stunted and full access to powers ect she is perfect in the eyes of scientists no mega stone more saturated and vibrant beloved (and full of trauma)
Shadow May! Sneak peak into her end look when I kick my ass into finishing the story, because she accepts the corruption willingly she fucking glows for it literally normally she's dull grey dull freckles dull tail but this willing corrupt state causes her to burn so bright tummy and freckles aglow with sparkles of synergy under her skin
Perfect Shadow, what happens when you take a traumatised xl May and slam her up into a cave ceiling and she gets synergy lodged in her lower back/beginning of tail? This. This happens. Cruel and self serving, her trauma has become somewhat twisted she still wants to be around other twos to have and protect but it's warped causing her to not be the healthiest about it ready to give them her corruption to join her join her so they can't fade and leave her. Her instincts and primal wants are running high, desiring companionship and ready to devour other pokemon for their flesh and life force
Poached, this one was mentioned briefly in a multiverse fic, this May was like canon May once but was captured in a darkball that broke apart her body while warping her stats to max level, the process of forcing her body to it's maximum potential and strength saw altered concentrated Mewtwo cells be placed into the gaps where her body was broken, essentially she had that bone breaking height surgery but it added chunks of new mewtwo segments to her body making her taller and like a normal mewtwo but warping her physically so she looks incredibly strange but is very powerful and it is best to not approach her while she's still in control of the darkball as she can't hear you.
Battle ring is a kind of joke au between me and @xhunterbeatsx where May gets captured and put in a battle ring hence the name but is given synergy iv supplements much like their Syn does to make her more powerful/improve her performance/actually activate her power. Because of the synergy exposure shes started to get a bit of Jekyll and Hyde syndrome with her hand that's starting to be affected by the synergy twitching and moving on its own, she has also gain a more deranged unhinged disposition due to constant beatings in fights and the fact her autonomy is essentially violated over and over as she's forcefully needled to be given the drugs even tho she had tried begging pleading crying for them not to, at this point she's given up trying to stop them and is a bit unhinged with newcomers and dirty lmao she's dusty as I imagine the battle area is like sand/dirt floor
Corrupt Battle is obviously what will eventually become of her, the synergy crystals accumulating under the scar tissue where she's been repeatedly jabbed her hand is still quite Hyde to her Jekyll and probably acts following the synergys command, she's probably a bit more broken now and would let the corruption take over her
And finally Amputee May an au of an alternative au ending that's not canon XD because I got attached. If you've not read the fic or seen the art May gets a huge crystal lodged in her leg and falls to corruption but is saved later by Syn and Darkness but in the meantime her leg below the crystal had become rotten from the wound and lack of blood ect and could've be saved so in the process of deshadowing her she lost her leg, her hues don't fully recover from her corruption either leaving her dull and her freckles ashy and she's understandably quite depressed here for it all, her scelara are slightly grey too to indicate that although she's cursed the corruption still claimed part of her soul
God that was depressing, have an Ourple! Because I wanted to see what she'd look like as a purple mewtwo instead of her usual color, ngl don't lie it as I did only color shift it looks strange but she cute
#my art#my oc#Tw bruises#Tw blood#Tw wound#Tw bleeding wound#Tw scars#Tw stitch scars#Tw crystals in skin#Tw dark content#Tw needles#Lore/vague write up under read more#And I'm not even fully done I've got like 4 more mays to do tho 3 are from a singular au I'm just burnt out rn XD#Been looking at her too long
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Kingdom Hearts Final Mix: Darkball
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