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Wrote a Kim Kitsuragi skillset! If you’ve seen this before: yes, you have, I just accidentally deleted my tumblr! Whoops! Thanks for the love this got before, and I hope y’all enjoy it again.

QUI VIVRA VERRA stay alive HAND-EYE COORDINATION: COOL FOR: TAILORS. HEAVY MACHINERY OPERATORS. PINBALL ENTHUSIASTS. Hand-Eye Coordination is all about those fine details as synapses fire in your brain, connecting your eyes to your hands -- and those eyes of yours aren't so good, are they? You've had to work extra hard for this one. It's what allows you to thread a bobbin, to make that hairpin turn that's more cool than wise and though you hotly deny it, yes, it's what lets you really go ham on the three-ball special for the Man From Heimdall pinball machine to nudge at it at just the right time to win The Babe and an adolescent light show. If you want to have any hope of shooting a firearm well enough to pass your exams, this is the skill you need. At high levels, Hand-Eye Coordination will help you survive. You'll make that shot. You'll catch the wrist of a desperate criminal before he jabs you with that switchblade. You'll be able to sew a bar tack so that you don't ruin that beautiful - and expensive - antique coat. At low levels, you won't be fit to function in basic society, let alone be a cop. Everyone will see the weaknesses they expect from you. INTERFACING: COOL FOR: MECHANICS. RADIOCOMPUTER PROGRAMMERS. MASTER MAGICIANS. Interfacing is what allows you to connect with the mechanical world. Dive into the world of radiocomputers, dig your fingers into that engine, go ahead and fix that leaky faucet yourself because god knows your landlord is never going to take care of it! It's a useful tool to have in life to make sure you can be the independent adult you want to be. With this skill, you can identify this skill in others as well. See what suspect is trying to pull the wool over your eyes by citing that they were doing repairs with the wrong tool that just so happens to be the murder weapon. See when the motor pool's trying to scam you. Use your clever fingers to pick locks and pockets alike! At high levels, Interfacing will ensure that humans lose their charm. They are not predictable and controllable the way machines are, bending coyly to your whims, and why bother dealing with your fellow man when you can simply lose yourself in pistons and valves? But your motor engine can't keep you warm at night. At low levels, you'll -- wait, what do you mean your motor engine can keep you warm at night? Forget it. You're already too far gone. KINETIC DRESSAGE: COOL FOR: SEOLITE MONKS. CEOS. PROFESSIONAL ATHLETES. Kinetic Dressage is what keeps you running as a well-oiled machine. Everything you do, everything you wear, everything you use is made with functionality in mind, even the things other people don't think about. Your ballpoint pen is a wand in your hand, waterproof ink running smoothly along the crisp off-white paper of your notebook. Everything you wear has pockets, every item you carry on you has its specific place. You eat your vegetables, you get your 8 hours of sleep, and you have the willpower to smoke exactly one cigarette a day. It's the sort of rigidity high net worth individuals say is a testament to how they got to where they are now. You are not a high net worth individual, but you're keenly aware of the fact that you only get one body in life. Best not to let it go to ruin. At high levels, you're incredibly functional. You will not succumb to the temptation of drugs and alcohol, your feet will remain unblistered, your tools well taken care of and streamlined. You're prepared to take on anything and everything, and you won't tolerate anything less from yourself. But it's not cool, is it? There's a point at which it sucks all spontanaeity out of your life, leaving you with no freedom to truly express yourself. At low levels, you'll indulge in all the illogical creature comforts you want until you look up and see nothing but the wreckage of what could have been a good life before you. RESILIENCE COOL FOR: OVERWORKED NURSES. WINTER CAMPING ENTHUSIASTS. SERIAL MONOGAMISTS. Maybe Kinetic Dressage is what keeps you running as a well-oiled machine, but Resilience is what keeps you running period. It's the skill that will have you endure, will have you flourish in the midst of the pounding adrenaline that inevitably end with a crash. Sleepless nights? No problem. Raging winters? Part of the job. That pounding headache? Pushed aside, baby. A racist screaming in your face? This will give you the strength to stoically bear it until you can give them the old what-for. Pain and heartache and strife is what it means to be alive, dearest. This will give you the strength to keep going, not because you want to, but because you must. At high levels, resilience will help you weather every storm and adapt to whatever life throws at you, but it will make you overconfident in your own abilities. No matter how high your resilience is, it will not turn you to stone. If you keep going as much as your resilience tells you you can, you'll keep taking more and more on until you break down under the pressure. At low levels, it won't take much pressure to trigger that breakdown in the first place. Have you considered a career change? PANIC AND STRESSOR DISORDER COOL FOR: WAR ORPHANS. SURVIVORS. LIEUTENANTS THAT CAN'T CATCH A BREAK. After an event that has been classified as being sufficiently traumatizing, it is RCM policy to have their officers undergo a psychiatric evaluation. It does not come with psychiatric help, of course, but it's better than nothing. The woman you spoke to mentioned potential Panic and Stressor Disorder. You had countered her with the fact that in Revachol, you would have to be a fool not to demonstrate caution. She responded with a noncommital hmmm. Panic and Stressor Disorder is what fuels the fear in your heart. People without fear never tend to live for long. It will spot the switchblade in the pocket, the stalker in the night, the malevolence of a man unafraid to pull the trigger. It is something ancient and carnal in you that tells you to react on instinct and to believe the worst in people. Worse yet is how often it's right. At high levels, you'll be too jittery to focus, seeing threats around every corner for you and your buddies alike. You'll pull your firearm too soon, pull your trigger too soon. What you thought was a monster crouched in the night was actually your neighbour's fluffy little dog. But at low levels, you'll have trained yourself out of all survival instincts. Keep your eyes peeled and your hands stilled. Nobody but you can hear the clamour of your heart. BRAWN COOL FOR: SAMARAN BEAR WRESTLERS. WEIGHTLIFTERS. YOUR DREAMY NEIGHBOUR WHO CARRIES ENORMOUS BAGS OF CAT LITTER UP FOUR FLIGHTS OF STAIRS EVERY SUNDAY. Brawn is a necessary skill that no amount of brains can make up for. You will get into fights. That's a fact. Brawn is what will help you survive it. It will help you knock down doors, pry open locked containers, push someone's stalled vehicle up an icy hill and, if you're good enough, catch someone's hand in mid-punch like those action movies you pretend not to like. When the cards are down and you're stuck fighting some guy twice your size, it helps if when you punch him, it collides with a crunch. At high levels, you'll be able to do every physical feat you set out to do, but your vanity and desire to solve things straightforwardly will set you on the wrong path. You'll want everyone to see how well you can break down that door even though the key's in your pocket. In other words, you'll be a dull meathead. But at low levels, you won't be able to do the bare minimum, your fists flabby and as weak as your gut. Good luck fighting in that condition, binoclard. DETECTIVE just like in the movies DEDUCTION COOL FOR: DEFENSE LAWYERS. MOB BOSSES. SCHOOLTEACHERS. Deduction is the primary skill in your toolbox, you mean, lean, detecting machine. It allows you to look, really look at a case and put all the little details together as smoothly as you solve your crosswords or as relentlessly as you minmaxed your Wirral characters back in the day. You'll be able to see evidence from every angle, spot footprints in the mud, draw invisible lines between persons of interest, pounce on inconsistencies, and make flying leaps of logic. It's the fun part of your job. The world doesn't look like the terrifying mystery that it is from this perspective. It's a puzzle, and it's yours to solve. At high levels, deduction will be your best friend on a case, helping you put two and two together. But you'll become so reliant on the way things should be that you'll be blinded to how the truth is often less logical than fiction. At low levels, you'll be rendered too senseless to be of any use as a detective at all. REVACHOLIÈRE COOL FOR: TRIVIA BUFFS. PATRIOTS. HOMEBODIES. Lady Revachol has devoured you. She runs in your boots, your brains, your blood, your bones, for even if she doesn't know you - and she does not; you feel this as a sad fundamental truth - you know her. You were born on these streets, kiddo. You love her even when she's dirty and corrupt, her beautiful skin pockmarked by the wreckage of bombs, her heart made heavy by failure. Being a true blue Revacholière means that your knowledge of the city is unparalleled. You know her storied history and her place in the world, you know how her people think, you know the quiet alleyways good for smoking and rampant homicide alike, you know her slang and her dirtiest swears. You'll be able to contextualize her people and their crimes of passion; knowing the details is nothing without knowing their stories. You'll also know an absolutely insufferable amount of trivia about the city. Remember that nobody really cares that that Fritte on the corner used to sell pathogen-ridden hot foods for courageous drunkards. At high levels, you'll struggle to look at the world beyond Revachol and its influence on even your small life. You'll be unadventurous, too busy where you are to see where you're going. Your pride in this place will make you less likely to see the grime underneath, laid bare and unromanticized. But at low levels, you won't know her at all. What are you still doing in this dead-end shithole? You'll wonder. You'll get up one day and come to your senses to fly somewhere far, far away. KIMBALL COOL FOR: THESPIANS. JUVENILE DELINQUENTS. LOVERS OF CHEAP BEER. Oh, Kimball. Don't roll your eyes. You really should just accept that you're never getting rid of that nickname. Embrace it! Your time working undercover has given you invaluable insight, even if you insist on pushing it away. This skill is what let you connect with the criminal underground as part of the underground. It's your skill to bluff, to lie, to act reliably as though you're someone you're not even if you're forced to piss out pint after pint of shitty beer they ply you with. It also makes you really, really good at pinball. At low levels, you'll no longer be able to reliably pass as anything but the sane, functional adult that you are. You'll be disconnected to criminals and the youths alike. Your intimidation tactics will fall flat. At high levels... well, you don't have to worry about that. You've been actively repressing this one. Good luck forgetting about it. Nobody else will. PAS DE DEUX COOL FOR: THE NATURALLY CO-DEPENDENT. COMRADES. MOVERS AND SHAKERS OF STATION POLITICS. Pas de deux -- because what is detective work between partners if not a carefully choreographed dance? All right, it can be a great many things, but in your eyes, partners should be in sync. This skill helps you connect with your fellow officers. Catch the subtle flick of their eyes that tells you to be on your guard, notice the uneasy shifting of their feet, see the way that their spine straightens when the Captain strolls into the room. You'll be able to speak without speaking and empathize with their worldviews. On a greater scale, the Precinct's a stage; with this skill, you'll be able to deftly move through it, aware of your place and aware of how best to navigate it. Maybe you can even get a promotion. Lieutenant-yefreitor Kitsuragi has a nice ring to it. At high levels, you'll turn a blind eye to your partner's flaws. You'll cover up for them and do anything to maintain good relations in the station. You'll catch a bullet for them, even if they don't deserve such devotion. But at low levels, you'll get nowhere. No partner, no rising in the ranks, no understanding of the way the Precinct functions and, perhaps most importantly, you won't catch their warnings right in the nick of time. PROFESSIONALISM COOL FOR: STONE-COLD KILLERS. TEACHER'S PETS. WALKING ENCYCLOPEDIAS. The consummate professional. That's you. Professionalism will get you everywhere. With this, you'll remember everyone's ranks and proper titles, you'll fill out every piece of paperwork with the Is dotted and the Ts crossed. The first-aid training everyone is supposed to receive? You'll remember every word. Combat training? That too. You'll turn down every bribe, turn your nose up at every hint of corruption, refuse to indulge in your colleagues' immature schoolboy antics. Your brain is packed with scripts and rules and resources that will help you navigate the murky streets of Revachol's underbelly with some sort of guidebook. Everyone else will see your professionalism too, whether it intimidates them or inspires them. At high levels, you'll be a rigid law-abiding machine, isolated and remote from the people you serve. You won't pause to consider what will really happen to that person when you arrest them or weigh the law against the mercy in your heart. At low levels, you'll just be another bribe-collecting scumbag willing to beg, steal, and borrow your way to the top. AUTHORITY COOL FOR: RADIO NEWSCASTERS. MOB BOSSES. DISPASSIONATE PATRIARCHS. All of the detective skills in the world won't help you excel at your job if you don't have Authority on your side to make people actually listen to you. Let's be honest: you were not born with the natural gifts of some of your colleagues, who command respect simply by existing. No, you're a bespectacled Seolite with a weak chin and a naturally quiet voice, shorter and slimmer than your peers. But none of that matters. Your carefully cultivated sense of Authority is more powerful than anything that comes to someone naturally. Stand up straight, stick out your chest, and clear your throat; you can do what others do with a shout with a voice no louder than a whisper, because people know you mean business. A single raised eyebrow from you will turn people's legs to jelly. When you speak, people will listen. You'll be able to assert control over a situation, whether that's to command respect from your colleagues from your sheer gravitas so they'll follow your lead in a tight situation or to intimidate criminals into spilling the information that you need to solve the case. At high levels, you'll be a power-tripping monster, too obsessed with being the biggest and baddest of them all to exercise empathy and kindness when it's warranted. But at low levels, people will just walk all over you. You've had quite enough of that for one lifetime. ANIMUS guide your infernal machine VOLTA DO MAR COOL FOR: INTERISOLARY TRAVELERS. WELL-ADJUSTED HUMAN BEINGS. CREATURES OF HABIT. The Volta Do Mar is a technique used by interisolary travellers to remain sane on their long journeys through blinding nothingness, but it's not just for these intrepid travelers. Sometimes even the land-bound need a little help. No matter at how lost at sea you become, the Volta Do Mar will help you find your way back to shore. It's what keeps you centred within yourself, making sure that even if nothing else makes sense, you do. You will resist succumbing to temptation and histrionics alike. No matter how hard things get, you'll sit down at the end of the day, close your eyes, and the Volta Do Mar will welcome you home, a sense of peace and clarity at the end of all things. It will keep you sane. It will keep you yourself. At high levels, you will be an island. But at low levels, you'll lose yourself, whether that's the oblivion at the bottom of a bottle or falling deep into the Pale. COMPOSURE COOL FOR: DRILL SERGEANTS. CAREER GAMBLERS. DELIVERERS OF BAD NEWS. No matter what emotions swirl underneath, Composure is what allows you to keep up that poker face. With this, you'll be stony, unmoving, a pillar of reassuring stoicism no matter what you're faced with. People will look at you and think, man, nothing gets to that guy. Nobody will be able to pry past the front you put up, which means nobody will know how to manipulate your emotions or dig into your squishy bits to really hurt you. Not everyone's as good at this as you are. Holding yourself separate will allow you to see all the chinks in their armour too. At high levels, Composure will make you deeply emotionally constipated. Good god, man, you're alone in your own apartment! Surely you don't need to keep a stiff upper lip there! It just can't be healthy. But with low Composure, you'll crack like an egg. Your every emotion will rise to the surface. People will use you. And you'll let them. TORQUE DORK COOL FOR: TECHNICAL DOCUMENTARY ENJOYERS. PORNO-TUNERS. BOMB DEFUSERS. Being a Torque Dork goes beyond just knowing how machines work. In this, you're a specialist. You know everything about aerostatics and motorcarriages by heart, even if you'll never be able to get your hands on the really good stuff. Given the proper tools, you can do far more than change a tire, and you can recognize an aerostatic model from a single schematic. You know the names of the pilots and the drivers and you can happily hobknob with even the experts without batting an eye. You might even win a debate with a professional TipTop announcer, a subject in which you have extremely strong opinions. They'll be incredibly impressed with your prowess in the field and your co-workers will be even more impressed when they don't need to call in a mechanic to identify what's really wrong with their motorcarriage. At high levels, you'll be an obsessive, insufferable know-it-all. You're not nine anymore. People are less forgiving of you rambling on about that really cool plane rotor. Criminals can distract you with a single cry of, "Look! It's a Septa 9000 model dragline with vinyl-coated graphene cord!" At low levels, you'll live. It'll just be a lot less fun. RULE OF COOL COOL FOR: SMOKERS. TRENDSETTERS. NARCISSISTS. Rule of Cool is what guides you to do something for no reason other than that it's sexy. It's the part of you that pushes your sober-minded nonsense aside and screams, look at me! Reason has no place here. It's all about how you look. Cigarettes are bad for you, but my god, look at the way the smoke plumes delicately out of your mouth and into the night's sky. That jacket won't keep out the chill, but it makes your shoulders broad and your waist tantalizingly trim. With this skill, everyone else will see your carefully cultivated image too. After you've impressed them, they'll want to impress you too. Hang your approval and your smile just out of their reach; when you play hard to get, they'll give you what you want. At high levels the Rule Of Cool will rule out common sense. There's such a thing as too cool. It'll also make you a douchebag. Cool people are aloof, after all. Being emotionally accessible is some dull normie garbage. But at low levels, you'll just be some schmuck people will simply overlook and discard. NOTATION COOL FOR: COURT TRANSCRIPTIONISTS. PEOPLE WITH CHRONIC MEMORY PROBLEMS. CULTURAL ANTHROPOLOGISTS. You could blame your profession for your reliance on writing things down, but that argument falls apart when it becomes clear that you don't just write things down that are pertinent to whatever case you're working on. Notation is what compels you to write everything down. Everything. Somewhere down the line, externalizing your thoughts through paper and ink is how you think. It helps you remember details, assess situations through an objective eye, and make decisions that are right for you through exhaustive pros and cons lists. No matter what you're facing, you feel a lot better if you can open one of your many notebooks and thumb back to something that could maybe help you, or at least help you feel a little more in control of the situation. And in some way, in this solitary life of yours, it's proof: I lived. I was here. I had thoughts, even if those thoughts were pick up eggs, milk, bread, shaving cream. At high levels, you'll be paralyzed by indecision before you can go through your notes as though right and wrong is an objective thing and can be separated and analyzed. Plus, writing everything down when you're not on the job tends to spook people. Don't do that on social calls. You'll look weird. At low levels, you'll be prone to blundering into situations unprepared and you'll forget the important details you didn't think were important at the time. Plus, you'll lose your main methodology of thinking; maybe other people can think without a pen in their hand, but you're not one of those people. PRACTICALITY COOL FOR: RESPONSIBLE ADULTS. EXHAUSTED PARENTS. LIVE SLOW, DIE OLD. Practicality is what keeps you as a functioning member of society. There's nothing very exciting about it, but it's important to be tethered to reality. Practicality is what urges you to make sane decisions for yourself. You'll pay your rent on time, your fridge will remain stocked with sensible, easy-to-prepare foods, and you remember to water your plants every week. You'll do things not because they're fun, but because life would be a lot worse if you let those dishes pile up in your sink for weeks at a time. Practicality also doubles as an encyclopedia for everything that nobody really sets out to learn but figures out in the long journey of being alive. You remain aware of the sociopolitical situations of the world. You understand how currency works. You know how to navigate social interactions with strangers so you can politely talk about the weather. The world can be a big, scary place, but you know your own comfortable place in it. At high levels, practicality will make you inflexible and dull. But at low levels, you'll forget the things that are really important, and while others may make fun of you for your steadfast sanity and notable lack of creativity, everyone would be worse off if you threw it all away. SELF-ACTUALIZATION you, warts and all SPEEDFREAK COOL FOR: ADRENALINE JUNKIES. IMPULSE SHOPPERS. NAUGHTY BOYS. The Speedfreak inside you is that creature that's just waiting for its next rush. It makes you want stimulation, and it makes you want it now. It's the little voice inside your ear that tells you: the road is empty, why not turn up the music and go really, really, irresponsibly fast? Do it! Do it now! Blast music until you can hear it in your bones! Go dancing! Have sex with a stranger! Maybe drugs aren't bad, actually. Maybe you'll have a really good time! It serves a purpose. It will help you let loose a little. It will help you understand others who live for such simple creature pleasures. Letting yourself have a treat every now and then will help your other, more boring skills stay as effective as they need to be without completely imploding. At low levels, you won't understand the party people that make up Revachol and you'll be too much of a stuffed shirt to be able to connect with them. Plus, all that repression can't be good for you. How far can you reasonably shove that stick up your ass? At high levels, you'll go skydiving without a parachute. Splat. PASSION COOL FOR: HOMEBREW WIRRAL GAME MASTERS. ART SCHOOL REJECTS. BEAT POETS. Remember, before the prospect of the Pale terrified you, you used to want to take to the skies and fly? Remember the pure, unfettered joy you felt when your school librarian gave you a box of pulpy sci-fi books they had to take off the shelves? Remember when you didn't reschedule so many Wirral games that your party had to kick you out? Remember when, at the ripe age of 39, you bought that model you've coveted since you were nine and spent evening after evening in the joyous pursuit of putting it together? That's Passion, baby. Passion is what you have for the things that you really love for no practical reason that you can justify. It's a rejuvenating, energizing source. With it, you'll be able to learn more about the things you love, and you never know when more knowledge will come in handy, do you? It also connects you to other people -- but that sort of passion is something you squashed down a long time ago. At high levels, you'll neglect the dreary, depressing aspects of your life in favour of your fun, exciting hobbies. It turns out that dealing with corpses all day isn't the sort of thing humans naturally enjoy. At low levels, you'll have a hard time wanting to crawl out of bed in the morning. ALIENATION COOL FOR: CHILDREN OF THE DIASPORA. FACTORY WORKERS. BIG CITY LIFERS. Alienation is the name of what you feel when a second-generation white Revacholiere yells at you: Welcome to Revachol! It is what you feel when your elderly Seolite neighbour starts talking to you in a foreign language and looks pityingly at you when you say sorry, I don't understand. It is what you feel when a well-meaning co-worker tries to set you up with his sister and you can't be honest about why you're saying no. (Not that you'd agree to being set up with his brother either.) It used to be painful. But you're old now, and comfortable in your own skin. You've taken the barbs and directed them outwards instead. Alienation will help you stand firm in who you are as a person, not dictated by expectation, but by who you know yourself to be. It helps you stand a little bit apart from everyone else and give you the clarity of an outsider, able to make assessments others miss. It helps you compartmentalize, separating your feelings and motivations into little boxes until you're ready to properly deal with them. At high levels, Alienation will ensure that you'll never be able to genuinely connect with another human being. Being an outsider isn't always the gift you can make it into. But at low levels, you'll be compromised. You'll take every snide word personally and try to twist yourself into unnatural shapes just to fit in. And no matter how hard you try, you never will. UNDERGROUND COOL FOR: SHHH. DON'T SAY. ANYBODY WHO NEEDS TO KNOW, KNOWS. Oh, darling, you always knew you were different. It was tiring labouring underneath the weight of others' expectations, wasn't it? It was tiring feeling like perhaps something was wrong with you. But then you grew up and there it was waiting for you: The Homo-Sexual Underground, filled with people with all sorts of interesting thoughts about sexuality and gender. All of a sudden, you weren't alone anymore. You were a part of an exclusive club, and what an exciting club that is! The Underground is your ability to navigate these spaces with ease. You know the symbols, you know the language, you know the secret codes you pass among yourselves, the bars and clubs and board game groups in which everyone's a little freer to be themselves. It will help you recognize your own in the wild, and it will let them recognize you too. Maybe in a kinder, more accepting world, there would be no kinship based solely on who you feel desire for. Even so, you relish it. At high levels, you'll be able to stay on top of all the new words the kids are using these days. You didn't think the Underground would stay the same forever, did you? But don't worry. To the Underground, you're an elder. They don't expect this of you. At low levels, you'll find a wife so you can be the sexually-incompetent, emotionally-unavailable husband you know you could be. SELF-CRITIQUE COOL FOR: RELIGIOUS FANATICS. RESPONSIBLE ADULTS. CHILDREN WITH DISTANT FATHERS. Self-Critique is the skill that keeps you in line. You'll be able to see how others see you, and it's not always in the most flattering light. More importantly, you'll be able to see how you would see yourself if you were to meet yourself. Keep yourself in line. With Self-Critique, you'll be able to see every mistake you make or are about to make, you'll see what interests make you look frivolous and foolish to the outside eye, you will be able to restrain yourself in the pursuit of perfection. It's that voice inside your head that tells you when you're being stupid or mean or vain, the voice inside your head that says all the nasty things to you before anyone else can. Sometimes this voice doesn't sound like you at all. Sometimes you suspect this skill gets closer to the truth than the others ever will. At high levels, you'll be too stymied by self-critique to do anything, like a communard writing manifesto after manifesto and throwing each and every one of them away. It is a joyless, unforgiving way of living your life. At low levels, you won't be able to identify your own flaws. Someone else will be able to see that you like things. They'll think you're stupid. You don't want that, do you? LE COEUR COOL FOR: BLEEDING HEARTS. LOVERS. YOU. Underneath the cool facade, there is a soft tender heart: Le Coeur. It's the part of you that cares about other people. Your friends affectionately call you a worrywart, and they're not wrong. It's the part of you that will drop off groceries to a sick friend, that will see a young homosexual and try to push them towards people who will understand them, the part of you that will write poetry about your lover's crooked smile, the part of you that yearns to hold and be held. Being in tune with your own feelings means being in tune with others' feelings as well. You'll be able to see to the heart of them, but once you do, you won't be able to look away. At high levels, you'll guide yourself through life with your heart, which is a very stupid way to live. You'll get hurt. You'll want to help people with no intention of helping themselves. You won't be able to put aside these tender feelings to be able to do your damn job. At low levels, you'll stick to the yearning, a comfortingly familiar place at the end of the day.

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Théorie : Kanye West serait-il un Jésus des temps modernes ?

Yeezus :

Premièrement, il faut savoir qu’avant sa “conversion” au christianisme en 2019, Kanye West a maintes fois montré sa fixation pour Jésus et s’est souvent estimé comme étant un “Dieu” sur terre, au point de sortir en 2013, un album nommé Yeezus soit une combinaison de Jésus et d’un de ses pseudonymes Yeezy. Il a d’ailleurs dans cet album son fameux titre “I Am A God”. Kanye déclare même “West était mon nom d’esclave, Yeezus est mon nom divin”.

C’est notamment, dans cet album que se trouve le titre “New Slaves” où l’artiste dénonce les différences de traitement qu’il y a entre les riches et pauvres Afro-américains. Dans ce titre, Kanye parle également du traitement qu'il a subi dans l'industrie de la musique en tant que rappeur Afro-américain fortuné.

Black Lives Matter :

Accentué par son trouble bipolaire, West a enchaîné les comportements problématiques à tous niveaux ces dernières années. Mais nous allons uniquement nous focaliser sur ses actions les plus connues en défaveur de sa propre communauté. Avec toute cette gloire, Kanye West oublie quelquefois qu’en plus d’être “un génie” il est également un homme noir aux yeux de tous.

En 2018, lors d’une interview avec TMZ, il déclare “400 ans d’esclavage, cela ressemble à un choix”, propos qui même décryptés ne semble pas nécessaire de la part d’une personne Afro-descendante en période de renforcement des luttes pour les droits des noires.

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Vous croyez que c’est fini ?

Non, durant la campagne tendant vers les élections présidentielles américaines de 2020, notre cher Ye, proclame son soutien au très controversé président à ce moment et candidat aux élections de cette année, Donald Trump. Homme d’affaires et politicien, Trump a souvent eu l’occasion de montrer son côté raciste et xénophobe au cours de sa carrière et de son mandat.

En un exemple, suite à l’attentat survenu lors de la manifestation d’extrême-droite, “Unite The Right” dans la ville de Charlottesvilles, un des extrémistes décide de forcer son passage au volant d’une voiture dans la foule de contre-manifestation.

À la suite des événements, l’ancien président déclara “Nous condamnons dans les termes les plus forts possible cette énorme démonstration de haine, de sectarisme et de violence venant de diverses parties". Ces commentaires traduisent clairement son incapacité à faire preuve de partialité en tant que président avec l’extrême-droite.

C’est tout ?

Non, lors de la Fashion Week de Paris en octobre 2022, notre Kanye internationale a jugé judicieux de se vêtir d’un t-shirt avec inscrit “White Lives Matter” afin de s’opposer au mouvement de lutte pour les droits des noires, “Black Lives Matter”. Tout ceci, aux bras de Candace Owens, conservatrice et proche de Donald Trump également Afro-américaine, comme quoi l’expression qui se ressemble, ça s’assemble prend tout sans sens.

Les noirs vs Kanye West ? :

Énormément de célébrités dénonceront ses propos et actes envers la communauté noire, telles que Snoop Dogg, Chris Evans et récemment Gigi Hadid. Son ami de longue date, Jay-Z et sa femme Beyoncé lui tournerons également le dos de nombreuses fois pour ces raisons.

Mais c’est sans compter sur le commun des mortels qui lui montrera de plus en plus un détachement et de l’agacement pour ces propos incohérents à répétions. En plus de dénoncer ses propos, davantage de personnes noires ont montré une indifférence et froideur face à ces mésaventures extérieures aux polémiques énoncés plus haut, telles que son divorce avec star de télé-réalité Kim Kardashian.

Kanye West et son rapport à Dieu :

Revenons à un aspect important de la vie de Kanye, d'après ses récents états d’âmes, la religion. En effet, Kanye West s’est souvent considéré comme un Dieu vivant, mais sa récente conversion au christianisme, le fait se repositionner comme un servant du Christ. Il existe dans la bible de nombreux verses suggérant aux Chrétiens d’imiter Jésus en ayant au cours de leur vie une conduite similaire à lui lors de son passage sur terre. “Et c'est à cela que vous avez été appelés, parce que Christ aussi a souffert pour vous, vous laissant un exemple, afin que vous suiviez ses traces” 1 Pierre 2.21.

La théorie :

En effet, la pratique d’une religion nous permet parfois d’avoir une vision différente du monde qui nous entoure ou d’interpréter certaine dimension de la société d’une manière discordante des autres. C’est ce qui a sûrement été le cas de Kanye West.

Comme vous le savez ou non, Jésus était Juifs et une des raisons pour laquelle, il était détesté par ses semblables, était sa prétention incompatible avec la Loi. En effet, selon les Juifs, Jésus devait être puni, car il se proclamait comme étant le fils de Dieu, ce qui était considéré comme un blasphème selon eux. “À cause de cela, les Juifs cherchaient encore plus à le faire mourir, non seulement parce qu’il violait le sabbat, mais parce qu’il appelait Dieu son propre Père, se faisant lui-même égal à Dieu” Jean 5.18.

Les Juifs voulaient la mort du Christ, mais l’imaginaire collectif est persuadé que ce sont eux-mêmes qui ont accompli l’acte de le crucifier. Or, il s’agit des conséquences d’une condamnation des romans dirigeants de la région de Judée couvrant à l’époque Israël. Les romans ne supportaient pas l’idée qu’une potentielle personne puissante, puisse leur reprendre la gouvernance de cette région. Par son charisme et ses nombreux disciples, Jésus était, à ce moment, la personne, la plus susceptible d’acquérir cette gouvernance.

Le Christ étant quant à lui une personne de paix, il a pu, par la suite établir un climat de paix avec les Romains en leur affirmant ne pas prétendre à cette position de gouverneur d’État. De leur côté, les prêtres Juifs continuaient de contester le positionnement de Jésus qui demandait l’arrêt des impôts pour “Dieu” qui était versé en réalité aux prêtres comme source de revenus.

Ce qui lui vaut une condamnation par Ponce Pilate, alors gouverneur romain en Judée, par peur de perdre sa place et la domination romaines alors “acceptée” par les Juifs à ce moment. Cela n’empêche pas que la mort de Jésus reste selon la Bible la prophétie découlant du christianisme. “Car Dieu a tant aimé le monde qu'il a donné son Fils unique, afin que quiconque croit en lui ne périsse point, mais qu'il ait la vie éternelle” Jean 3.16.

Conclusion :

La dernière polémique en date de Kanye West et qui résulte du boycott quasi total du rappeur est dû à une accumulation de propos antisémites durant le mois d’octobre 2022. En effet, suite à son port du t-shirt avec l’inscription “White Lives Matter” survenu le même mois, il semblait judicieux à Ye d’enchaîner sur une nouvelle polémique.

L’accumulation de ces déclarations par Kanye ne serait pas anodines, effectivement, il se pourrait qu’il souhaite se positionner en tant que victime de la société et en un Jésus crucifié des temps modernes.

Le reniement de la communauté noire :

Si on observe bien, tout au long de sa carrière, Kanye a souvent dénoncé à sa manière le positionnement des noirs dans la société, voir renier son appartenance à la communauté noire en raison de ses incompatibilités de vision de l’évolutionnisme avec celle-ci. Ce qui lui a valu un reniement plus ou moins important de la communauté au cours des dernières années et durant cette dernière polémique. Ce qui pourrait être comparable dans le cadre de cette théorie, du rejet des Juifs de Jésus.

La condamnation des Juifs :

Secondement, son attaque en vers la communauté Juifs serait selon lui une manière de mettre en lumière un aspect de la société par une idéologie antisémite qui serait la monopolisation de la parole des Afro-américains par les Juifs en raison de leur possession de la plus part des industries et marchés. Ye est sûrement conscient qu’il se fera plus rapidement mettre en pâture après une accumulation de propos antisémites. Boycott semblable à la condamnation de crucifixion émise envers Jésus par les romains.

L’observation des autres :

Un aspect n’a pas été soulevé durant cette théorie : les fans, les médias, l’opinion des personnes non noires et non juives dans cette polémique. Une neutralité et un positionnement en tant que spectateur des conséquences des récents propos de Kanye West est observable de la part de ces derniers. Il est sûr que face à ces polémiques, Ye a sûrement perdu une partie de ses fans, mais sûrement pas la totalité de ceux-ci comme il est observable par le maintien du nombre de ses followers sur les réseaux sociaux et une baisse plus ou moins importante, mais pas non plus affolante de ses streams à hauteur de 23%. Ce qui est souvent observable dans le phénomène de la cancel culture où très rarement la personne “cancel” subit un boycott total incluant également la totalité de ses fans. Lors de polémique de ce niveau, un silence des fans est fréquemment observable, car il serait mal vu de revendiquer son appréciation à ce moment-là. On pourrait donc positionner ces derniers et surtout ses fans comme les Juifs disciples de Jésus, devenu Chrétien à sa mort et par la suite, livrés à eux-mêmes.

Simple polémique ou problème de société ? :

Bien que cette analyse ne reste qu’une théorie, ces polémiques soulèvent également énormément de questions sociétales. Telle que la banalisation d’idéologues antisémites afin de justifier les dysfonctionnements économiques et sociaux qui peuvent être parfois digne de doctrines nazies établies dans l’inconscient collectif. Mais également de la capacité des multinationales à prendre des mesures de boycott rapide uniquement lorsqu’elles le jugent nécessaire.

Il est effectivement notable que des mesures similaires n'ont jamais était prise contre un individu au part avant lors de propos xénophobes ou négrophobes dans ce cas là.

De plus, malgré sa multiplication de polémique, le cas de Kanye West soulève le questionnement de la tolérance 0 à certaines polémiques aux personnes de couleurs. C’est par cette question que nous terminerons, Kanye West aurait-il subi le même traitement s’il n’était pas une personne de couleur ?

#kanye west #yeezus #tmz #donald trump #blacklivesmatter #black community #afroamerican #jesus #bible #cancel culture #boycott

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ofgentleresolve · 2 years

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@jeoseungsaja sent in: "You can tell me." (HOW ABOUT? MANA AND YEO, Mana is more than free to yeet him tbh IWUEDHIUWDEH) || new blog but they all still hate vulnerability 🙃 ( you can tell me prompt. )

Hoàn frowns, hands still balled in the pockets of her coat. The summer sun beats down on the both of them in the park although there is shade either of them could take refuge in, Hoàn highly doubts it would do much to stave off the heat.

All the more reason to make her leave- it’s one of the downsides to being a turtle spirit. There’s only so much sunlight her body can take before it hurts. The coat, however heavy, is the one thing keeping the UV rays away, but that doesn’t mean it’ll protect her from overheating. Not even SUNSCREEN would help her there.

( How strange- how does she know about sunscreen? Why did that human invention come to mind first? )

And yet, she stays even with the river only a quick walk away. It’d be easy, maybe, to escape him, the fox spirit. Sure getting to the river would be an issue, but once she’s in the water, she’d be safe.

Foxes can’t swim after all.

But he’s made no move so far to cut her down. Or bite her- she doesn’t know how he fights. It’s smart, really- not showing your hand unless necessity calls for it.

“Don’t you think that’s unfair?” She says instead, still sitting on the ledge of the bench. “You ask all these questions and expect me to be open about myself while you get to stay a mystery? It doesn’t work that way.” She keeps frowning though, biting on the inside of her cheek. It would be…nice though, she supposes to be able to confide in someone aside from Kim Quy. Of course, the Golden Turtle God is her protector in many ways, but there’s only so many times she can take another cryptic response to a question, or even a confession she makes.

Sometimes Hoán just wants the answer straight. Easy to comprehend. Or maybe just someone she can have a normal conversation with.

She leans back, weighing her options. If she tells him and he uses it against Kim Quy, well, it doesn’t seem like he’s any more than a typical gumiho. At the very least, Kim Quy would ( hopefully ) have little difficulty with subduing him. There’d also be the matter of having to explain herself to Kim Quy, but well-

You know what, she can deal with that if such a circumstance ever arises.

Which it might not. Because if he turns out to be decent then-

“You’re lucky. I can’t answer a question I don’t know the answer to myself.” Hoàn throws a look in the gumiho’s direction. “…You happen to know any creatures who were once human and became supernatural?”

#jeoseungsaja #jeoseungsaja ( wang yeo. )#everything changes everybody changes ( answered. )#( mana. )#( verse: hoàn kiếm. )#well....she didn't yeet him so that's a start fjksldjflskj #not mana thinking he could bite her instead....but then again she's never seen him fight so her assumptions are...dated and uninformed #unfortuniately JFKLSJDFLK #we are v lucky that wang yeo is....at least more patient than detective sourface :'D #but also she's lonely...it's hard to be turtle spirit when your 'mentor' is kinda out of it :/#BUT ALEX THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN :DD #HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERUL DAY <3 <3 <3 #i believe in a precious world ( queue. )

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killcow · 10 months

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Webtoon papier que je vais lire :

-Everything is fine

- My life as an Internet Novel

- Hooky

- White Blood

- Solo Leveling

- Qu’est-ce qui cloche avec la secrétaire Kim

- Le lecteur Omniscient

-Tower of God

#webtoon

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fredmutez · 1 year

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#cinema2023

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kimdokjas · 1 year

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Hi Gaby! It's your ASS💖 again lol

How are you? I hope things are getting more calm😂😭

You picked such good quotes! I love all of those.

This weeks question is kind of long again, but you can choose how long of an answer you want to give!

What were your top five songs for the year? What are three songs that make you think of your favorite characters/ships?

I was thinking you could do three songs per character and per ship, or just choose the ones you want to do! Whatever you have time for, whatever comes to mind.

I hope you have a good week!

Love, Your ASS💖

hello my dear ASS 🥰 i'm so sorry for the late reply! (again 😭) i've been sick over the past week and it's been a struggle to get my braincells to cooperate lol but thankfully i feel a tiny bit better! what about you dear? i hope you're doing well!

oooh those are great questions! it's like making a tiny playlist for each one i love it. okay i def spent wayyy more time on this than i probably should have 😂 i kinda did more than 3 for some of them bc i got a bit inspired lol, this got kinda long so i'll put it under the cut!

~top five songs for the year~

Harvest Moon - Poolside

Fading - Vallis Alps

Saw You In A Dream - The Japanese House

Bridges - BROODS

0 (zero) - LMYK

~characters~

Kim Dokja

Smoke and Mirrors - Imagine Dragons

Headrest for My Soul - AWOLNATION

Constellations - The Oh Hellos

Good Riddance - Darren Korb, Ashley Barrett

Spaceman - The Killers

Katsuki Yuuri

Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons

Serity - Vallis Alps

Vienna - Billy Joel

Noé Archiviste

Claire de lune - Claude Debussy

Jardin - Pomme

Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons

Todoroki Shouto

Leave It Alone - Hayley Williams

Natural - Imagine Dragons

Things We Lost In The Fire - Bastille

Matsuoka Rin

Ends of the Earth - Lord Huron

Melbourne - NEWCOAST

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

The Currents - Bastille

~ships~

Joongdok

Nothing Left To Say - Imagine Dragons

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Inkpot Gods - The Amazing Devil

Lament of Orpheus - Darren Korb

The Story - Brandi Carlile

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

The Odds - Saybia

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

Poet - Bastille (bonus yoohankim vibes)

Vannoé

Ceux qui rêvent – Pomme

Savior Complex - Phoebe Bridgers

Always in My Head - Coldplay

Salvation - Gabrielle Alpin

Bite - Troye Sivan

Victuuri

Moscow - Autoheart

Crystals - Of Monsters and Men

Follow Me - Dean Fujioka

Crystal Clear - Hayley Williams

Call Me When You Land - Old Sea Brigade

Tododeku

Forest Fires - Axel Flóvent

The Kids Aren't Alright - Fall Out Boy

Sweater Weather - The Neighborhood

Impossible Year - Panic! At the Disco

The Only Exception - Paramore

Daiharu

Nothing But Gold - Marc Ferrari

Gold rush - Taylor Swift

Maybe You're the Reason - The Japanese House

Willow - Taylor Swift

Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco

Matchablossom

Life in Technicolor ii - Coldplay

Stuck on the puzzle – Alex Turner

Still Into You - Paramore

I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) – Susan Egan

Hurricane - James Vincent McMorrow

i had so much fun with this omg. also i'm aware there's an alarming amount of imagine dragons here but i swear it fits 😭 i'm so proud of myself for some of these lmao especially the joongdok one as you can tell by the length 😂 i tried my best to choose according to both vibes and lyrics!

thank you so much for your message dear! i hope you have a lovely start of the week as well! please take care! 🥰❤

#ask #anonymous #animanga secret santa 💖#text

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shalomelohim · 2 years

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성도의 기도와 찬양-마라나타_praise worship dance,워십댄스,선교무용,한국무용 부채춤,워십복

Kim Min Young - The Prayer and Praise of The Saints

Prières !

[Paroles - Google Traduction] Que les prières et les louanges des saints soient de l’encens devant le trône du Seigneur. Levez votre sainte main et attendez avec impatience la venue du Seigneur, Alors venez maintenant. Le Seigneur a été tué et nous a rachetés. Régnez sur la terre de l’Agneau qui a été tué. Maranatha Seigneur Jésus, viens bientôt. Toutes choses attendent le Seigneur Jésus. Viens dans les nations de Ton Royaume. Illuminez la Gloire du Seigneur dans les nations.

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From Seoul - South Korean

Féminin, grâcieux...

Chaque pays a une place, un rôle définis par Dieu avec sa propre onction.

Le continent asiatique n’a pas la même que celle du continent africain, américain, etc... Israël étant à part.

하나님의 축복합니다 (hananimui chukbokhapnida) - Dieu vous bénisse - God bless you

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주께서 전진해온다 / 저 성벽을 향해_워십댄스,선교무용,한국무용,praise worship dance,워십복,진도북춤

Agapao Worship - For The Lord Is Marching On / Blow The Trumpet In Zion Paroles translittération

Battle ! Victory !

[Paroles - Google Traduction] For the Lord is marching on And His army is ever strong And His glory shall be seen upon our land Raise the anthem, sing the victor's song Praise the Lord for the battles won No weapon formed against us shall stand For the Captain of the host is Jesus We're following in His footsteps No foe can stand against us in the fray For the Captain of the host is Jesus We're following in His footsteps No foe can stand against us in the fray We are marching in Messiah's band The keys of victory in his mighty hand Let us march on to take our promised land For the Lord is marching on And His army is ever strong And His glory shall be seen upon our land For the Captain of the host is Jesus We're following in His footsteps No foe can stand against us in the fray For the Captain of the host is Jesus (his name is Jesus) We're following in His footsteps No foe can stand against us in the fray For the Captain of the host is Jesus We're following in His footsteps No foe can stand against us in the fray (stand against us in the fray) No foe can stand against us in the fray Let's give him praise, Hallelujah Com'on lets sing together for his glory For the Captain of the host is Jesus We're following in His footsteps No foe can stand against us in the fray For the Captain of the host is Jesus We're following in His footsteps No foe can stand against us in the fray For the Captain of the host is Jesus We're following in His footsteps No foe can stand against us in the fray For the Captain of the host is Jesus We're following in His footsteps

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소망가_워십댄스,선교무용,한국무용,praise worship dance,워십복

Chanson de Violette Sim - Song of Hope

Pureté !

[Paroles - Google Traduction] Le seul espoir dans ma vie c’est de voir le visage du Seigneur Suivre le Seigneur jusqu’à la fin de ma vie Je suis mort, mais que la gloire du Seigneur resplendisse. Que chaque instant de ma vie touche le ciel. Tu veux me voir le jour où ta vie sera finie. Larmes de joie du Seigneur à bras ouverts dans le ciel

Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia

Je suis mort, mais que la gloire du Seigneur resplendisse. Que chaque instant de ma vie touche le ciel. Tu veux me voir le jour où ta vie sera finie. Larmes de joie du Seigneur à bras ouverts dans le ciel

Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia

Mon Espoir sur Terre La Gloire du Ciel Seul le Seigneur est la lumière dans ma vie.

Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Alléluia Allelu Alléluia

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atinywhore · 2 years

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not to be rude here, but fuck the cake

kim hongjoon x reader

genre: fluffy fluffy smut :p

word count: 2006 (what a good year)

warnings: oral (both male and fem receiving), food kink (having whipped cream and strawberries eaten off of person), good ole kitchen fuck, hair pulling (if you squint), unprotected sex (literally do I have to tell you again, use a fucking condom), dirty talk, lil Twinkie action (iykyk ;p ), after care.

an: this was a request by @tchtch for a hongjoon smut where he eats whipped cream off of the reader and fucks her in the kitchen. I hope I did you well and also happy birthday babes! I hope you dirty hoes enjoy and please feel free request a fic! I'm adding more to the prompts page as I go! Thank you again and enjoy, I really enjoyed writing this one!

taglist: @ch0isa99ie @mingigoo @ateezinmymind @wickeddarkness-place @whatudowhennooneseesyou @teezers99

Looking up at him through my lashes and giving him a devilish smile as I wrapped my lips around his dick. The sweetness of the whipped cream mixing with his precum coating my taste buds, the taste causing a wave of arousal to flood through my body, settling in my lower stomach. The cream melted from my warm mouth, running down my chin and landing on my exposed chest. Hearing the moans escaping from Hongjoon’s mouth urged me to quicken my pace and take him deeper in my throat. “God fucking damn.” Keeping my dangerous pace I can feel him start to unravel. He is getting closer to reaching his climax, but his hand takes a fistful of my hair and gently uses it to remove my head from his throbbing dick. “Not yet princess.” That was all he said before he was moving me to my feet and bending me over the countertop..

It has been hard being away from Honjoon while he and his members have been away on their world tour. So, needless to say, you were very excited that he would be coming home in only a few more days. Since he was away for your anniversary you decided to make a cake to celebrate together. The day of his return you made strawberry shortcake and just as you were pulling it out of the oven you heard the front door unlock. The door opened and then closed quickly following the sounds of his footsteps. As you set the cake pan on the stove to cool you jumped slightly at the presence of his arms wrapped around your waist. His chest warming your back as he brought your body closer to meet his. You turned in his arms so you now faced him and are met with a huge goofy grin.

“Hey princess.” Hongjoon said as he leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips. He took his time kissing me, almost like he was savoring and locking the taste of me away in his memory. He worked my mouth open slowly and his tongue slid inside to further deepen the kiss. His grip tightening on my waist, pulling my hips to meet his. I could feel the hard outline of his excitement underneath his jeans as I pressed myself closer to him. He pulled away from the kiss, his goofy grin now long gone and replaced with a dark, lustful look adorning his exquisite features. “I missed you so goddamn much princess. I don’t think you even know.” I moved my hands up to cup his face, pulling his down to meet mine once again as I kissed him. “I can feel how much you did, baby.” Gesturing to his erection now straining against the fabric of his pants.

Giving me a smirk he steps back from me and looks over my shoulder at the cake I had prepared. “You made cake?” He questions, changing the subject. “Yeah. I thought we could celebrate our anniversary tonight, since you were away for the actual date.” His face slacks a little at the realization that he forgot about the most important day for us. “It’s okay baby. I know you’ve had a lot going on, just buy me something pretty to make up for it, okay?” He nods, still wearing an upset look. I give him a quick kiss on his cheek and walk over to the fridge. A wave of cool air blasts on my face, cooling the heat rushing through my body thanks to Hongjoon. Searching for the toppings to the cake, I find them quickly and then pull them out and shut the door using my hip.

Turning back towards where Hongjoon is standing, I moved past him and put the can of whipped cream and bowl strawberries down on the counter. I look back at him and I see a sly look on his face. “What?” I say as a smile of my own appears. “What did you get those for?” He says as he picks up one of the strawberries I had cut the night before and pops it into his mouth. “Ya! Those are for the cake! Don’t eat them all now.” I try to grab the bowl but Hongjoon beats me to it. He moves it out of my reach and then grabs the can of whipped cream. I had already taken the cap off last night and snuck a dollop of it myself, but he doesn’t spray it into his mouth, no he sprays it on my lips. He has his lips on mine before I can even yell at him. He kisses my cream covered lips and as he claims my mouth, the sweetness of the whipped cream mixes with the tang of the berry he had just eaten.

I pull back and look at the mess on his face, no doubt mirroring my own. I look at the can and then back at Hongjoon who is giving me a knowing look. He sets the can down and pulls me back to him by the waist and begins to kiss my neck. His soft lips cause pin-pricks of pleasure on the spots of skin where his lips connect, each one sending tiny waves of pleasure to soak my underwear. His hands slide up to the hem of my shirt and he slowly pulls it over my head, leaving me in my bra and pj shorts. He removes his own shirt and soon enough we are standing in our kitchen fully naked, admiring one another. Not wasting another second he pounces. He’s lifting me by the waist and setting me on the cool countertop, the chill of the granite sending even more pleasure to my aching heat as the two connect.

Lost in a deep daze of pleasure, I am drawn back to consciousness as Hongjoon sprays whipped cream across the valley of my breasts. My chest is heaving as he licks the path of cream clean off my chest, his saliva chilling as the air meets the warm liquid. He sprays a mound of whipped cream on one of my hardened nipples. Leaning in to take it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and sucks, looking up at me through his lashes as I moan at the sensation. After he repeats the action on the other side he is pushing me down to lay on my back. I hear the scrape of the glass bowl sliding towards me and soon enough the cold strawberry jolts my senses as he places one on my stomach. He places several in a line down towards my dripping heat. We make eye contact as he licks the skin around the fruit before he eats it off of me. Each time he leans in to eat the fruit off of me causes a pang of electricity to flood my system and cause it to go overload.

He finally makes his way to my heat and continues to tease by kissing the insides of my thighs. “B-baby.” pleading to him to stop this torture. He takes the plea and dives straight into my dripping cunt. As soon as his tongue flicks over my clit I'm lost, screaming out his name and tangling my hands in his hair and pulling. He inserts two fingers and begins to pump them in and out. Feeling my walls clench around his fingers and my climax steadily approaching, he gently bites at my clit and has me screaming my orgasm. As I settle from my powerful orgasm he stands up and pulls my shaky body up to his. His lips crash onto mine and the taste of my orgasm mixing with the sweetness of the cream and berry have my walls clenching again out of excitement.

With the help of Hongjoon, I slide off the counter. Grabbing the can of whipped cream, I sink to my knees before him. Now it's my turn. I sprayed the sweet cream onto his hard dick, looking up at him through my lashes and giving him a devilish smile as I wrapped my lips around his dick. The sweetness of the whipped cream mixing with his precum coating my taste buds, the taste causing a wave of arousal to flood to my once again aching heat. The cream melts from my warm mouth, running down my chin and landing on my exposed chest. Hearing the moans escaping from Hongjoon’s mouth urged me to quicken my pace and take him deeper in my throat. “God fucking damn.” Keeping my dangerous pace I can feel him start to unravel. He is getting closer to reaching his climax, but his hand takes a fistful of my hair and gently uses it to remove my head from his throbbing dick. “Not yet princess.” That was all he said before he was moving me to my feet and bending me over the countertop.

My hot skin is cooled as the countertop meets my skin. Hongjoon angles my hips to align with the tip of his dick and slowly pushes himself inside me. It has been months since you’ve felt the burn of his dick stretching your walls and you didn’t realize how much you missed the feeling until now. Once he's as deep as he can go, he pulls out and slams his length back inside of you. “HONGJOON!” You scream as his pace increases. He pulls you back to meet his chest and holds you steady by the neck so he can continue to pound into you.

“Fuck-k princess. You feel so fucking good clenched around my dick.” He whispers directly into your ear, making a chill shock the length of your spine. His other hand reaches your clit and starts to rub precise circles, causing the onset of a new orgasm. “Such a good girl, my princess. Taking me so well after such a long time apart.” He coos, earning a loud moan as your response. “Come on princess, come all over my cock for me.” A millisecond later I’m cumming as he ordered. Chasing his own orgasm he pounds harder and continues to rub my clit causing the oversensitive bud to ache. His motions have another climax coming as his own hits him. As his cock empties inside me he makes sure to hold me up by the hips as my legs shake, unable to hold myself up from the onslaught of pleasure. Holding tightly onto me as he pulls out and watches as his cum runs out of me.

Groaning at the sight of what he created, he turns me so he can carry me bridal style. Lifting me effortlessly in his arms, he walks us towards the bathroom. Stepping into the shower and setting me down so he can turn the water on. He faces me towards him so the warm water can run down my back and he begins to clean up his mess. He takes a washcloth and begins to wipe the melted whipped cream and strawberry juice that had dried with his saliva leaving a stickiness all across my chest and stomach. Relaxing into his touch as he cleaned and simultaneously placed kisses all over my face, neck and rest of body. It was a comfort to finally have him home. A laugh slipped out as I thought of the near empty can of whipped cream and half eaten bowl of strawberries out on the counter. “What are you thinking about princess?” He cups my face in his hands and pecks my nose with a kiss. “Just about how we will need to get more whipped cream and strawberries for the cake.” A loud laugh escapes him and his eyes turn up with a smile on his face. “Not to be rude here, but fuck the cake. The only way I’m going to be eating whipped cream and strawberries is if it's off you again.” You smiled back at him and pulled him into a kiss. You liked the sound of that..

#kim hongjoong #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez oneshot #ateez x reader #smut #ateez hongjoong #hongjoon ateez #hongjoon smut #hongjoon ff #hongjoon x reader

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promenadewithme · 3 years

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Requests

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If you don’t specify, I will write Fem reader, but I can do gender neutral, fem or masc!!

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Kol Mikaelson

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Inej Ghafa

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Dorian Havilliard

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Aelin Galanthynius

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Anthony Bridgerton

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ofgentleresolve-a · 2 years

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( verse: hoàn kiếm. )

It came all too soon. the man walking into the street, the car, and the pain. As she lay on the concrete, dying, she knew she wasn’t going to make it. Even if she wanted to stay with her husband and child for so much longer, wanted to love them so much more, she knew that was impossible now. All she could do as her world grew darker and darker was beg. Beg for someone, anyone to find them. Protect them because Erza was too young and even if Calum was more capable of taking care of himself, it wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t have to shoulder the grief all by himself. That’s all she could ask for: a guarantee that they would be loved and protected for the rest of their lives.

The world around her turned dark. It was the end for her.

Until it wasn’t.

When she awoke, she wasn’t alone. she was underwater. With a turtle.

The turtle introduced himself as Kim Quy, the golden turtle god. He explained to her the last of his descendants had passed away more than five years ago and with a great evil on the rise, it was crucial that he named a new successor quickly. He had been watching her and he chose her as his successor.

“I’ve never even been to Vietnam. Why would you want an exile?”

The turtle god laughed. “Child, my blood still runs through your veins. But even if you were not of my blood, you would still be more than worthy.”

Because it was not her lineage that he drew his attention. It was because she lived. she suffered so much and in spite of that, she lived and thrived. And though it came as unexpected, her sacrifice confirmed that he was making the right decision.

She wasn’t satisfied with that answer, but nevertheless, let Kim Quy continue. Even if he wasn’t necessarily a human, he was still her elder. When she accepted his offer, Kim Quy gave her three borrowed items.

One; one of his golden claws. In her hands, it became a knife.

Two; a coat. dark green, a little tattered, but deceptive in appearance- the coat gave her armor as hard as a turtle’s shell.

And three; perhaps she would later see this as a curse, but Kim Quy took her memories of her previous life. as a newly reborn spirit, it would be dangerous for her to maintain earthly connections.

These gifts also came with one last thing- because names have power and can invoke memories, she would need a new name. Kim Quy gave her the name, HOÀN.

Return.

tldr; an au where she died, but that’s not the end for her yet. with the memories of her past life erased, she’s reborn as a lake spirit and now travels around the world carrying out the missions of kim quy. goes by hoàn.

tidbits that didn’t make it in:

in addition to heightened physical abilities ( strength, durability, and speed ) and a stronger sixth sense, hoàn has a stronger affiliation with water. in particular she become much more powerful in fresh water. can communicate with turtles and can swim underwater for long periods of time.

outside of her sixth sense, these powers aren’t her own. these powers came from kim quy, meaning the dagger is the source of her powers. so should she lose the knife, she’ll be as powerful as an average human.

as a result, she always keeps her knife in her coat pocket and will always wear that coat no matter where she is.

she’s not immortal. eventually, she’ll have to return the gifts kim quy has given her and when that happens, she’ll go to the afterlife.

even though she has no memories of her human life, it doesn’t mean she’s completely forgotten- why does her heart race whenever she sees jello? or even small children?

#( verse: hoàn kiếm. )#death tw #basically ferre looks at their canon and decides to fuck with it!!#i still like my canon #but also...i get to explore mana in a different setting!!#( watching gob*lin has me a little more interested in the supernatural genre too... )#also hoan is the fancy vietnamese word for return #basically me trying my attempt at adapting a myth!!

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bangtansorciere · 3 years

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ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔗𝔞𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔰

.⋆*⋆ . qui expectant maxime desiderat anima creando voluptatem; those who wait for their greatest desires forfeit the pleasure of creating them .⋆*⋆ .

⤑ House Name: Taeros ⤑ Founder: Kim Taehyung ⤑ Mythical Creature: Hippogriff ⤑ House Colours: Purple & Gold ⤑ Head of House: Bee ⤑ Traits: charming, amorous, loyal

Muggle-born, 1095 adorned, world-class Artisan Kim Taehyung (김태형) built his own steps to the top. Very little fortune fell upon the Kims. Taehyung lived with his grandparents, rural farmers, while his father juggled three jobs in the city and mother nannied the wealthy. His artistic talents emerged around the age of nine as his magical abilities honed through mud sculptures. Not many wizarding schools were accepting of muggle-born pupils, however the few that admitted them, were not fond of that fact. Ridiculed and criticized, Taehyung was forced to discover and share his magically artistic creations under a pseudonym. He possessed the ability to manifest his deepest desires into artistic charms used by the modern wizarding world today that most revered him to be a god full of desire and love. This granted him the Order of Merlin, First Class in 1095.

Later, in 1113, Taehyung found House Taeros and has thrived to encourage and cultivate artistic expressions of magic. His legacy upholds his principles of enriching young minds with the possibility of creating the future they desire using creative and innovative designs that complement the fundamentals of magic despite life’s odds. Those sorted into Taeros are clever and creative but especially exhibit heightened notions of charm, amor, and loyalty. Passion drives young Taeros wizards and witches’ motivations. Their greatest achievements are said to be the product of boundless imagination paired with indestructible individuality. Their dedication to create their own way in the world is known to be their greatest charm. Even the darkest, most daring desires of Taeros members hold unfathomable pleasure, for their execution to transform new worlds is unparalleled as it is uniquely theirs.

𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔯 𝔅𝔢𝔢

smart, charismatic, unusual

⤠ @inkedtae ⤠ Class: Charms ⤠ Classroom: Room 99, Third Floor Corridor, South Tower ⤠ Astrology: Pisces ☉ | Libra ☽ | Cancer ⇡ ⤠ Alignment: Chaotic Good ⤠ Tarot Card: Judgement ⤠ Magic Color: Blue Light ⤠ Bias: Taehyung | Wrecker: Namjoon

.⋆*⋆ . if you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets - haruki murakami .⋆*⋆ .

Magnus Opus:

⥇ Only You » kth

As the Head of Taeros House, Professor Bee carries the torch of Taehyung's legacy today. After creating her own textbook of charms, Professor Bee devotes her life to teaching young Bangtan Sorciere pupils the art of waving a wand and importance of pronunciation. Students will learn the most effective ways to perform a variety of useful charms ranging from a swish and flick to a snap and jab. The end of your studies should grant you the possibility of creating your own charms.

Other Legacies

#house information

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btsqualityy · 4 years

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BTS Second Pregnancy Series #15: Labor and Delivery Part 1

Kim Seokjin

“How you feeling?” Jin asked as you stepped out of the bathroom that was connected to your hospital room. When you and Jin had gotten to the hospital, they checked you and found that you were 4 and a half, almost 5 centimeters dilated so they admitted you to the hospital based on that and how consistent your contractions were.

“Getting a little uncomfortable since they’re getting longer,” you replied, referring to the contractions. You walked over and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, where a nurse immediately began to hook you up to the necessary machines in order to monitor both you and the baby. Once she was finished, you laid back against the bed and looked over at Jin. “Think this is the real deal?”

“Most likely,” Jin nodded, giving you a small smile. “We’ll see once your doctor comes to talk to us though.” About an hour later, your doctor walked into the hospital room with a wide grin.

“Y/N, Seokjin,” he said, nodding towards Jin. “I think you two are gonna be meeting your baby today.”

“Really?” You gasped in surprise.

“Yeah, your contractions have slowly gotten closer together since you’ve been here so I wouldn’t feel right sending you back home,” he told you.

“What about the baby? Are they handling the labor well?” Jin asked and you gave him a smile, happy that he already knew what you were thinking.

“The baby is handling it amazingly,” your doctor confirmed. “Since you’re past 38 weeks and given the fact that everything continues as is, you’ll be able to have that natural birth that you wanted Y/N.”

“Great,” you grinned.

“I’ll be back to check on you soon,” he said before turning and walking out of the room, and you let a loud rush of air out of your mouth.

“You ok Y/N-ah?” Jin wondered and you looked over at him as you bit your lip.

“I’m nervous,” you confessed. Jin stood up from the chair that he was in and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to your legs. “I didn’t think that I was actually gonna get to push, you know?”

“That’s understandable,” Jin nodded. “But you’ll be fine jagi. I’ll be right here, letting you crush my hand the entire time if you need to.”

“Thanks Jin,” you laughed and Jin leaned over, kissing your lips gently.

“You got this Y/N-ah,” he reminded you and you nodded your head.

Min Yoongi

Once your contractions had started to increase in frequency, you decided to do some work at home to make sure that they continued before heading to the hospital, just to make sure that these were the real deal and to ensure that you weren’t going to be sent back home by your doctor (because you don’t know if you’d be able to stop yourself from delivering Kamryn yourself if that happened).

You were sitting on top of a birthing ball, bouncing up and down lightly while Yoongi gently massaged your lower back.

“How’s that?” He asked you.

“Good,” you nodded, closing your eyes and inhaling and exhaling deeply as the contraction that you were having spread throughout your lower back. Just as the contraction ended and you opened your eyes again, you saw Kinsley walking into your bedroom.

“Why are you on a ball Mommy?” Kinsley questioned as she tilted her head to the side in confusion, making you smile at how much she looked liked her father.

“I’m trying to help Kammie come out,” you replied.

“Oh,” she whispered, thinking for a few seconds before speaking again. “Will bouncing up and down make her sick? Like uncle Hobi and uncle Jiminie?”

“No babygirl,” Yoongi laughed, while you bit your lip to stop yourself from cackling out loud. “Mommy isn’t bouncing too fast, so she’ll be ok.”

“Is she ready to come out now?” Kinsley asked.

“She should be by now,” you grumbled, making Yoongi snicker from behind you while you looked at Kinsley. “Hopefully sweetheart.”

“And god mommy is gonna come stay with me?” Kinsley wondered and both you and Yoongi nodded your heads.

“Just like we talked about babygirl,” he assured her. Your eyes widened as you felt the next contraction come, which was much more intense than your others had been. You shut your eyes and focused on breathing, vaguely aware of Yoongi’s hands rubbing harder at your hips and his lips touching the back of your head. Once it was over, you exhaled harshly as you looked over your shoulder at Yoongi.

“I think we should call Y/BF/N,” you told him. “I’m pretty sure she’s definitely coming today.”

Kim Namjoon

“God, these contractions are just as bad as Mase’s were,” you grumbled, letting your head fall back against the bed once the contraction that you were experiencing finally passed. Namjoon, who was sitting on the bed next to you, squeezed your hand and kissed the side of your head, trying to comfort you. Similar to your first pregnancy, once you and Namjoon got to the birthing center after having Namjoon’s mom come to your house to stay with Mason, your labor progressed relatively quickly.

“Did you still want a c-section?” Namjoon asked and you lifted your head again to look at him.

“I kind of wanted him to check me first, since I feel like it’s going pretty fast,” you said, referring to your doctor. “And I’ll decide after.”

“Ok, it’s completely up to you,” Namjoon nodded. About 15 minutes later, your doctor walked into the room to check your cervix. Once he was done, he felt around on your stomach and he apparently didn’t like what he felt because he immediately grabbed the ultrasound wand from the machine that was next to the bed, along with the gel. He quickly squirted some onto your bump and set the wand on your skin, moving it around slowly and you could tell by the frown on his face that something was wrong.

“What is it?” You asked him before he even got a chance to open his mouth.

“Your daughter is breech,” he revealed and your eyes widened.

“Wait, but Y/N-ah just had a doctor’s appointment like four days ago and Maia was fine,” Namjoon chuckled in disbelief. “She was head down and everything.”

“Well, she’s managed to flip herself back around,” your doctor shrugged. “Now, we could see if we can manage to encourage her to flip back around but in my medical opinion, I think it’s better if we do a c-section.”

“How many centimeters am I dilated?” You wondered.

“You’re almost to 6,” he replied. You looked up at Namjoon, who nodded his head towards you which you knew meant that he was letting you choose.

“Can we see how she handles the labor and if we can get her to turn?” You asked and your doctor nodded.

“Alright, but I’d like to keep a very close eye on her though,” he told you, and you nodded. Your doctor nodded and gave you a small smile before walking out of the room.

“Joon,” you whispered as you looked over at him and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

“She’ll be fine,” he told you and you nodded as you held onto him.

Jung Hoseok

“I never thought that I’d say this while in labor, but I’m so bored,” you groaned as you paced around the hospital room. Hobi chuckled at you from his place in the hospital bed, where he was watching tv. After getting to the hospital and being admitted, it seemed like your contractions had stalled out and you were stuck at 5 centimeters dilated.

“I’d direct your complaints to Hendrix,” Hobi laughed. “Seems like he’s changed his mind about coming out.”

“Well, he doesn’t really have a choice because I’m ready at this point,” you giggled.

“Maybe he’s heard Len and Berk and their chaos and they made him change his mind.”

“Ah ah, if we have to deal with their crazy, then he does too,” you said. Your doctor walked into the room then, smiling when he saw you pacing around the room.

“Trying to get things going again?” He wondered and you nodded your head.

“Doesn’t seem to be working though,” you shrugged.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he said. “Since things seem to have tapered off, there is a medication that we can give you to jump start things again.”

“What medication?” Hobi wondered.

“It’s called pitocin,” your doctor told you. “It’s a form of oxycotin, which is a hormone that helps stimulate contractions.”

“How would you give it to me?” You questioned.

“We’d just give it to you through an IV, which will be easy and it’ll definitely get things started again,” your doctor explained.

“Well, I’m all for it,” you nodded before looking over at Hobi, “Babe?”

“If that’s what you want,” Hobi nodded and you smiled at him before confirming that you wanted the medication to your doctor. As your doctor walked out of the room again, you walked over to the bed and sat down next to Hobi, who reached down and grabbed your hand, squeezing it firmly in reassurance.

“He’ll be out soon,” Hobi assured you.

“Hopefully,” you nodded, smiling softly.

Park Jimin

“Come on baby, breathe,” Jimin encouraged you, but you just shook your head as the contraction literally knocked the wind out of you. After you and Jimin got to the hospital, you were admitted and your contractions had progressed to a point where they were almost overwhelmingly painful.

“I-I can’t,” you stammered, a loud groan escaping your throat once the contraction finally ended.

“Do you still want an epidural?” Jimin asked as you tried to catch your breath.

“Please,” you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t think I’d make it to 10 centimeters like this.”

“Whatever you want baby,” Jimin assured you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before running off to find your doctor. Once your doctor came back and you told him that you wanted the epidural, he and the nurses set everything up while Jimin helped you sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed.

“I need to you to stay very still Y/N,” your doctor reminded you and you nodded stiffly. Jimin was squatting on the floor in front of you, his hands on your knees rubbing gently.

“You’re doing great jagi,” he told you, making you smile lightly.

“Doesn’t feel much like it,” you replied.

“Just because you’re struggling, that doesn’t mean that you’re not making progress,” he pointed out. You winced quietly as you felt the needle go into your back and Jimin immediately grabbed your hands, holding them tightly.

“You know, we never really discussed what we thought the baby would be,” he said, trying his best to distract you.

“At this point, I just want them out,” you chuckled, finally relaxing when your doctor announced that you were all set. Jimin stood up straight and helped you lay back in the bed, pulling the blanket over your legs for you once you were settled.

“Well, I think it’s a boy,” Jimin smiled and you giggled at him.

“Why, because you want another you?” You teased.

“You say that as if I don’t have good looks,” he scoffed, making you laugh.

“Hopefully we’ll find out soon,” you grimaced and Jimin took one of your hands in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of it softly.

Kim Taehyung

“Mommy, do I have to leave?” Spencer whined as Taehyung helped her put on her shoes. After leaving the Music Bank taping, the three of you headed home, meeting your midwife there. As your labor began to progress, you realized that you were definitely going to be giving birth within the next few hours so Taehyung called your parents to come get Spencer.

“Yeah, you do sweetie,” you nodded, giving her a small smile as you bounced on a birthing ball and rubbed your hands over your bump slowly.

“But I wanna stay and see Elijah,” she huffed, frowning at Taehyung as he pulled her coat onto her body.

“Come here Spence,” you called, opening your arms. Taehyung released her after zipping up her jacket and she walked over to you, leaning in between your open legs and you stopped bouncing as you hugged her to your chest.

“I wanna stay with you,” she whispered and you smiled softly.

“I know you do, but think about it like this,” you said and she lifted her head to look up at you. “When you come home, Elijah will be here and you’ll get to meet him.”

“Hold him too?” She asked and you nodded.

“And hold him too,” you promised, leaning down and kissing her nose. “But I need you to be my big girl and go with Grandma and Granpa, ok?”

“Ok Mommy,” Spencer nodded and you smiled widely, pressing a few more kisses to her cheek before letting her go. She walked back over to Taehyung, who kneeled down and cupped her cheeks.

“You know that you’ll always be my Munchkin right?” He reminded her and she nodded her head rapidly. “I love you.”

“Love you too Daddy,” Spencer replied before giving her Daddy a peck on the lips. Your parents arrived then, wishing you and Taehyung good luck before taking Spencer with them. Once they had left, Taehyung walked over to you and sat down on the floor in front of you.

“Ready to do this again?” He asked you and you shrugged, feeling a contraction start up.

“A little nervous about how bad the pain is gonna get,” you admitted quietly.

“You can do it, ok?” Taehyung stated firmly and you nodded. “I’ll be right here with you the whole time.”

“I know,” you smiled, humming contentedly as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

Jeon Jungkook

“Stop playing,” you scolded Jungkook, even though you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. The two of you were walking down the hallway of the birthing center, trying to get your labor to progress a little more.

You were still hooked up to a machine that was monitoring the baby though, so Jungkook was pushing it for you as the two of you walked. However, Jungkook thought it was funny to try and play crossing guard, and he’d suddenly stop walking and stop pushing the machine, which in turn would make you have to stop as well.

“I hate you so much,” you grumbled playfully, making him laugh at you.

“Oh, it wouldn’t be Y/N giving birth if you didn’t say that to me at least once,” he chuckled. You used your elbow to hit him in the ribs, making him wince loudly. He then wrapped his free arm around your waist, rubbing your hip through the fabric of the hospital gown that you had on. “How are you feeling?”

“Feels like it’s finally starting to pick up a little more,” you reported.

“That’s good,” he nodded. “Think it’s gonna be easy, like Ava’s was?”

“I can’t really tell,” you replied honestly. “I really hope it is though.”

“Who do you think Aria’s gonna look like?” He wondered.

“I kind of think she’s gonna look more like you than me,” you told him.

“Really?” He said and you nodded your head. “Well, I think she’s gonna be like Ave. She’ll look like a mix of the both of us and have certain features from the both of us.”

“Well, hopefully we’ll find out soon,” you giggled. The two of you made it back down the hallway where your room was and the two of you went back inside. The next few contractions that you had were both longer and stronger, and you found yourself leaning on Jungkook more in order to get through them.

“You think you might wanna get in the tub now?” He asked and you nodded your head slowly. Jungkook then leaned over and kissed your forehead before leading you towards the bathroom.

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alexiessan · 4 years

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Never alone - Chapter Fourteen - Soulmate AU

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Here is chapter 14!

There was a knock at Marinette’s window around 11 pm, startling her awake. She hadn’t even noticed that she has fallen asleep at her desk, the movie she has been watching still playing.

Stopping the movie, she looked around, looking around her for what had woken up.

“Tikki? Was that you?” she asked.

The Kwami giggled.

“No, Marinette. Look at your window!”

She did as the tiny God told her, and gasped as she saw Robin, patiently waiting for her. Rushing to her window, she opened it and didn’t even wait for him to get inside to kiss him deeply.

“You’re here,” she whispered after they broke the kiss.

Eight months. It has been eight months since she had last seen him. Since that day where she has been badly hurt that the vigilante had made all the way from Gotham to see her because he was worried.

Eight long months. She had missed him every day.

“Damn, I missed you.” She said as he got inside her room.

His only answer was to kiss her.

“You won’t miss me for a while now.”

She laughed.

“Yeah, I’m so glad you’re here. Is Nightwing here too?”

He nodded. “He’s at our place now. You’ll see him tomorrow night when we’ll meet you and Chat Noir.”

“Good. But for now, I just want you all for myself.”

Robin smirked at her. “Good, me too.”

And he kissed her.

Chat Noir was pacing at the top of the Eiffel Tower, radiating energy and excitement. It was funny to see him like that, like a child waiting for a new toy, but he was starting to give Ladybug a headache with his pacing.

“Chat, please, calm down.”

“But, My Lady!”

She raised an eyebrow at the nickname.

“Uh, sorry. Habits.” There was a moment of silence before he got back to what he was saying. “But, we’re going to meet Robin and Nightwing! Do you know how famous they are? They fight every night in Gotham. I mean, we’re awesome, but I feel so small compared to them.”

She got what Chat was saying. When she first spared with Robin, he had told her bluntly that it was a miracle she was still alive and started training her. Then again, he told her what was good about her fighting too. The vigilante was rude like this, but it was not to take to heart. She knew that just because she wasn’t as good as he was didn’t mean that she was not good at all.

But she still trained, and Chat Noir did a bit of training too, and they got better.

But so did the Akumas, unfortunately.

“Don’t sell yourself short. We’ve improved with time. We may not be as good at them, but we’re good too.”

“You’re right. You’ve talked with them, right? Any advice before we meet them?”

Ladybug smiled at her partner. “They are both really good people. Nightwing is funny and all but he takes his job very seriously. Robin is blunt and sometimes rude, so don’t take anything he says to heart.”

She stopped for a moment. Should she tell him that Robin was her soulmate? He was going to find out sooner or later, it was probably better she told him sooner rather than later. Especially since he reacted so badly when he found out about her having a soulmate.

“There… is something else.”

Chat Noir finally stopped pacing and looked at her. She could feel his gaze on her, analyzing everything about her. Sometimes, she thought, she hated how well he could read her.

“I feel like I’m not going to like whatever you’re going to say.”

She winced.

“No. No, you’re not.”

She looked at him in the eyes.

“Before that, I need to know… Do you…” she hesitated. Could she really ask that? “Do you still… love me?”

Chat smiled at her. “I’ve never stopped, Ladybug.”

The red-clothed heroine winced.

“You’re not going to like it.”

She looked as the cat-themed hero took a deep breath. His face was peaceful, though.

“Look, LB. I still love you. I don’t know how to get over you. I don’t have a soulmate mark yet and… I think it’s the only thing that would help me move on. But I’ve accepted that you and I are not soulmates. That you found him, that you love him.”

She froze at that.

He chuckled.

“I’m not that oblivious, you know. It’s only natural that you love him. Even if, given your reaction, you didn’t know it yourself.”

No, she did know that she loved Robin. But she forced herself no to think about this specific word. She understood that Robin was having difficulties with human interactions. She knew that he wasn’t ready to hear those three words. That, the day he was ready to hear them was the day he would be ready to say them.

She was happy to wait until that day, but until that day, she preferred not to use that word, not in her mind, not while talking about it with someone else, because she would want to tell him afterward, and she couldn’t.

“And I’ve accepted it. It’s still hard, sometimes, but I’m your partner. And your friend. So whatever you have to tell me, I can handle it.”

She looked at him, thinking about the Chat from two years ago, and the Chat standing in front of her, and she couldn’t help but be proud of him. He has grown up during the last two years.

She gave him a short hug, no longer afraid about what she had to tell him.

“Chat, Robin is my soulmate.”

Last night, she had asked Robin if she could tell Chat about their bond. She had asked because, the day they revealed their identities to each other — for Robin to Marinette and for Ladybug and Chat Noir — Chat will know Robin’s identity too.

They had a long talk about it and he eventually agreed, knowing how important Chat was to Marinette, how she couldn’t afford to keep anymore secret for him, in fear that it would break their partnership.

If she trusted him to not tell anyone about her own identity, he could trust that the black cat wouldn’t tell anyone about his.

He told her that there was also a possibility that they would never know about each other’s identities since Chat Noir has stopped asking about revealing themselves.

Ladybug was wondering about that. Her partner seemed to be changing more and more, and maybe, when everything was over, he wouldn’t want to know who she was.

She didn’t know how to feel about that.

Chat gave him a smile at the news.

“You’re soulmate with one of Gotham’s heroes?! Can you be more awesome, Ladybug?”

She laughed and they fell into easy conversations while waiting for the two Gotham’s heroes — vigilantes, she corrected herself — to arrive.

The summer passed faster than any before for the fashion designer. Twice a week, she would meet with Chat Noir, Robin, and Nightwing as Ladybug to plan Hawkmoth’s downfall. She told them of her suspicion about Gabriel Agreste being the one behind the mask of the villain, but Chat Noir shot down this idea instantly.

Chat Noir was adamant about it. During the whole meeting, he ranted about how Gabriel Agreste could not be Hawkmoth.

At the end of the meeting, when Chat Noir left, Robin and Nightwing told her they would still investigate the suspect.

One suspect was better than none, and even if Chat was right and Gabriel Agreste wasn’t the holder of the butterfly Miraculous, it was better to thoroughly investigate and clear him.

While she spent a lot of time with her friends — especially Claude, Allan, and Allegra, letting Alya spending more time with Nino — she also spent a lot of time with Robin.

They made out a lot, too.

Robin still didn’t tell her about his identity, but she had a feeling that he would soon, so she was patient.

She would never force him to tell her his identity just because she wanted to spend more time with him, go on date with him or introduce him to her friends.

It was a good summer.

September came really quickly, and the Dupain-Cheng’s daughter found herself at school, looking for her name on the different lists.

Her class was almost the same as the previous year, she observed. Mireille and Jean weren’t in her class anymore. Chloé and Sabrina were still in her class, and Lila was once again put in her class.

There was also a new name on the list, one she’s never seen or heard before.

“Hey, Marinette, we’re in the same class again! That’s awesome!”

She turned to see Alya, Nino, Kim, Alix, and Adrien behind her.

“Hi, guys! I’m so happy to be in your class!” she hugged each of them. “What about you Adrien?”

He gave her a small smile. Adrien didn’t get along with his classmates as much as he did with the class from Ms. Bustier, back in the old days. Max was the only one he considered a friend in his class.

“Oh, you know, it’s pretty much the same as last year. It’s a small school, after all. But luckily, Max is in my class again.”

She smiled at him. Françoise-Dupont was a small school compared to others, so it wasn’t unusual that classes stayed pretty much the same as years passed. Especially if the students happened to get along and work well together.

On ne change pas une équipe qui gagne (Never change a winning team) as one of their professors one said to them.

Alya took her arm, putting some distance with the others.

“Hey, Mari, do you mind if I sit next to Nino this year?”

She watched her best friend as her face became grim. The reporter really had a bad feeling about her relationship with Nino, and she had confided during the summer vacations that the feeling was getting worse.

She could understand that she wanted to spend as much time with her boyfriend as possible before the inevitable happened.

Alya’s words, not hers.

“Of course.” she smiled, giving the journalist a side hug. “Don’t mind me, I’ll sit with Claude.”

“You’re the best, girl.”

Alya came back to Nino and Marinette went to greet Claude, Allan and Allegra.

“Marinette!” the blonde girl greeted her with a big smile, hugging her tightly. The black-haired girl returned the hug eagerly. Claude and Allan quickly joined the hug, almost suffocating her.

She laughed with them.

“I’m so happy we’re in the same class!”, Allegra said. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a very good year.”

“Yeah, I get this feeling too.” laughed the Eurasian girl. “Speaking of,” she pointed her finger at Claude, “You and I are sitting together this year.”

“Yes!” he shouted. “I knew you would change your mind.”

Claude has been trying to make her sit with him last year, but since she’s been seeing less and less of Alya the previous year, she at least wanted class time with her best friend.

She didn’t have to worry about them drifting apart this year, so she was happy to sit with Claude. The guy was so happy and positive all the time, she loved spending time with him. He had become one of her best friends in the span of a year.

“I heard we got Mr. Boulleau as a home teacher this year.” Informed Allan.

Mr. Boulleau was a math teacher and was pretty strict. For some reason, he didn’t seem to like Allan very much.

She put a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sure it’s going to be alright.”

Soon, they were all sitting in their seat, and Marinette couldn’t help but look around. Aurore was sitting next to Lila, talking to the tanned girl who seemed to appreciate it.

Huh, maybe Lila was changing after all.

Of course, Chloé and Sabrina were joined by the hip, like usual. Chloé seemed to be listening to the redhead, for once. Like, genuinely listening.

Another one changing.

Allan and Allegra were in front of her and just behind her was a new guy, sitting alone since they were an odd number in class. He was quite familiar, with black hair in an undercut, tanned skin and green eyes similar to her left one’s.

She was sure that she had seen him somewhere before, but where?

Mr. Boulleau arrived five minutes before the bell and instructed them to introduce themselves. No, they were not allowed to complain, he didn’t care if they already knew each other, since he didn’t know all of them.

So they all introduced themselves, with their name, their age, their career choice for later. Marinette knew everyone already, so she only listened with one ear until it was the new guy’s turn.

“My name is Damian Grayson, I’m sixteen and I’m an exchange student from Gotham, America.” he introduced himself in perfect French.

And that’s when Marinette recognized him, and how she knew that Grayson wasn’t his real last name.

It was Damian Wayne, Tim’s little brother that she briefly met at Wayne’s Enterprises a little more than a year ago.

She smiled. She would have to call Tim, the sneaky man didn’t tell her about his brother transferring to her school!

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stickers-on-a-laptop · 4 years

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I am: going to attempt something. A tag game, to be specific.

We’re all bored as fuck here so let’s recommend some things! So tell us 5 shows, 5 books, 5 movies, 5 YouTubers, and 5 songs! (I’m going to put a small description, you don’t have to)

Shows:

2 Fathers: a Taiwanese show that shows how families can look different (some people might claim it’s queerbait, I think it’s more about how you say what a family looks like. Also they are totally husbands in spirit if not in actuality)

Hotel Stars: a Thai show that is delightfully stupid, where 10 college aged interns try and win a job at a hotel. (People hated this show but that’s because they have issues that don’t really have anything to do with the show itself)

Because This is My First Life: a Korean show where people actually just have really healthy relationships. Fake marriage to lovers.

My Roommate is a Cat: slice of life anime about an author whose life changes when he finds a tuxedo cat.

Miraculous Ladybug: a kid’s French show where young superheroes need to stop the evil Hawkmoth. Disclaimer: you might want to wait until it’s entirely done to watch.

Books:

Howl’s Moving Castle: If you’ve seen the movie, you’ll probably like the book. A bit different but very good.

Heck Where the Bad Kids Go: You like Magnus Chase and his bad puns, right? Or Dante’s Inferno? Go read this, where the main characters die in the first ten pages. You might learn something by accident.

The Dragon with a Chocolate Heart: A dragon turns into a human and learns to make chocolate.

Theodosia and the Serpent of Chaos: You like Sadie Kane? Meet another British-American girl that deals with Egyptian gods and the like.

Grounded: A Rapunzel retelling where she meets Jack of the Beanstalk.

Movies:

You Again: trashy but fun. A young woman has to realize that high school is over and you have to let people grow from their mistakes.

Rhubarb, the Millionaire Cat: a cat inherits a baseball team and the new owner of the cat has to convince the team to like the cat.

Ana e Vitoria: a Brazilian movie that follows actual duo Ana e Vitoria at the beginning of their career.

3 Idiots: a Bollywood movie that flashbacks to three friends’ college lives as two of them try to find the third. Tw suicide

Kiki’s Delivery Service: a Ghibli film that follows a young witch as she navigates her new town.

YouTubers:

Darnu-Pop: Spanish Youtuber that makes 8-bit Kpop “video games”.

V4jor Sisters: Guatemalan sisters that make incredible marimba covers.

ColeyDoesThings: fandom content fandom content fandom content.

10 Second Songs: Singer that covers songs in many different styles.

Nigahiga: an OG Youtuber. His skits are hilarious.

Songs: (no description here, you have to find out what they sound like by listening to them)

Girl Went Gone by Copter and Bas of SBFIVE, Alvin Chong

Millenial Love by Nigahiga

Sky March by Secret Guyz

No Cut by Aaron Yan

Ce mur qui nous separe by Lou and Lenni-Kim

Tagging time: @head-of-family-t @ffirecracker @writing-between-the-lines @thewriterofawesomeness @the-kiwi-is-not-a-pewee @lazydreamlandblaze @bipotatothings @vicdehart and really anyone who wants to do it!

#tag games #tag game #tagging people #recommended #show recommendations #book recommendations #movie recommendation #youtuber recommendations #song recommendation #quarantine mood

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Everybody wants to rule the world.

Noble Assistant! Namjoon x Assassin! Reader.

1789! AU

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Mention of dried blood,gunshots and other stuff...i mean..it's the revolution..so yeah.

(Credit for the Original Photo: @/athenaa. I only edited it a little bit. But all credit goes to the original artist who posted the photo first in it's original version)

(Painting: La liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix)

14 Juillet 1789,

The streets were overcrowded,people were standing for hours in front of the Bastille. Everybody knew...the reunion of the General Estates was chaotic. The deputies spent months to collect all the reviews that could help them make a reform,that could help the Third Estate to have the same rights as the nobility...but instead of that,King Louis XVI refused all the changes that should have been made. So...the whole Third Estate was back to case one. It was no surprise when the King had dismissed the assembly to go back to his residence. But what surprised him was the determination that the future National Assembly had. They swore,they will give France a constitution,they make up the large majority of the country,they can do it without being harmed too much. The King still didn't care about the 1200 Deputies plea for equality. But dear lord,the Regent was wrong for ignoring all the warning signs about the revolution.

But there she was,waiting for her brother to come back,in a house near the Bastille..waiting for the three volounteers to come out with the gun powder. Not as if she wanted to kill or wound someone..but..she wanted to participate. She wanted to see how people will take over the power. Her brother is a Lawyer...Maximilien Robespierre is his name. But since she is a woman..she will never have the chance to become one...she can only learn from him,in secret,because work is a taboo for women.

"Why are you here?" Her brother grabbed her wrist,looking her dead in the eye. He wasn't amused,at all. "I..i just wanted to come..to see if everything was alright...Mère s'inquiète pour vous¹..." He sighed,letting her wrist go,and he bowed his head. "I told you clearly to stay in Arras,didn't i? You are too curious for your own good. One day it will bring you trouble." She cracked a small smile,only for a moment though,and while she exhaled,she whispered a small "Je le sais,mon frère.²" As she sat down,in front of the window,Maximilien went behind her and watched the chaos unfold in front of the Bastille. "What are they trying to do?" She looked up at him,with glassy eyes. She would never admit it but as much as the revolution gave her adrenaline and excited her...she was also scared. Scared of what will happen. "They are trying to get the gun powder...i guess Launey still didn't give in to take the cannons back." He watched as the people were getting more and more impatient,and then,he headed out of the small townhouse. Since she was also the curious type,she headed out after him. "LA POUDRE. LA POUDRE. DONNEZ-NOUS LA POUDRE³". The crowd was screaming for the gun powder. While Launey was still discussing with the three peasants.

While the crowd was roaring outside,Launey was talking with the three peasants. "Monsieur Kim,would you please tell the soldiers to retract the cannons?" The young immigrant who became Launey's assistant just looked at him confused. "But..Maître...it's nearly impossible to get them retracted,we don't have the King's authorisation." And as the three peasants looked at him with an evil expression,the assistant hesitantly said "I will try to persuade them...but i may need your help if anything goes wrong." The keeper of the Bastille just looked at him with a reassuring smile and said "Don't worry,Mon fils,everything will go alright. Just do as i say." The boy went up,and tried to tell the soldiers what was bound to happen if they don't take the cannons back. The soldiers just laughed and told him to piss off. But at the view of the weapons not getting retracted,the crowd was growing louder with every second that passed. The chance of them getting into the Bastille was also increasing with every shout that left their throat. The assisstant of Launey was running back down to the study of his mentor.

"Maître Launey,what are we going to do? They don't want to retract them. I tried to persuade them,but they aren't listening." Launey only sighed,and stood up. "Si vous pourriez m'excuser,je vous en serai reconnaissant.⁴" With that said,he went up with the young man that he swore to protect after his own son died in his arms due to pneumonia,and looked at the Soldiers. "I sent the message of retracting the cannons. Then why do i still see them here?"

One of the armed men was brave enough to say "We thought that your assisstant maneuvered on his own..." and to that,the Master of the Bastille answered clearly,exercising his authority on them. "Whether it's me or my assistant,you are obligated to comply to my wishes and my commands. Whether you like it or not. Now get those cannons retracted before the people think that we want to hurt them."

At the same time,the youngest Robespierre was following her brother. What Maximilien didn't know was his sister's abilities. Nobody knew,but she was the one of the best trained assassins of the country. She went in the crowd and got lost in it,so no one could see what she was about to do. Her plan was to climb to the first floor and open the gate. And it was going well until ths crowd heard a gunshot inside the court of the Bastille. "THEY KILLED THEM. THEY KILLED OUR ALLIES. LET'S SHOW THEM THAT THEY CAN'T MESS WITH US." "Merde...⁵" The swear word escaped her lips as she was near the backyard of the Bastille. But that didn't stop her. Just like how the crowd didn't stop running down the doors.

Namjoon was scared for his life. As soon as the people swarmed in as bees in a beehive,he was becoming more and more nervous. "Maître,what are we going to do?" And his mentor looked at him,with his pale face,then shouted at the brigade. "RASSEMBLEZ LA POUDRE.⁶ GET ALL THE POWDER. AND TAKE IT DOWN. WE WILL ACT ACCORDING TO WHAT WILL HAPPEN." Then he looked back at his assistant,sending him a look full of emotions and calmly said. "Son,go and hide in the study. Lock all the doors. Don't do anything wrong,and they won't get in." And for once,he spoke to him in an informal way,like how a father would tell his son how to hide. "But,Maître-" Namjoon objected to the idea of letting his mentor,but also his adoptive father in some ways,fight for the Bastille. But before he knew,he was pushed into the study by Launey,and he locked the door before going back to his soldiers. "Que Dieu...aie pitié de votre âme...Père...⁷" And with a heavy heart,he blocked the door with a cupboard and the handles with three swords..the more,the better.

While the crowd was swarming in,(Y/n) was trying to get a better view of the situation by climbing the wall of the gigantic fortress which served as the royal prison. "Pour l'amour des cieux⁸...why did that idiot have to cry wolf when nothing was going on..." and as she finally climbed the first floor which had a corridor,she sneaked in,just like a shadow,almost invisible. The people were or too busy trying to free the seven remaining prisoners,or trying to kill any guard that came their way,or to find the gun powder and leave. She was feeling nauseous from the smell of dried blood on the walls of the hall,but she won't vomit here and now,or people will think she's one of the guards or just a simple whore who paid visit to Launey. But speak of the devil. Two men saw her,and started chasing her,so in the first turn,she turned to right,then to the left and continued this pattern until she fell through a passageway to the Study.

Namjoon was shocked when he saw the girl fall through the secret passage,but nothing shocked him more than to see a girl being armed like a professional assassin. "Qui diable est-tu?⁹" his voice came out more shaky than expected. And the girl only answered "Be glad that i'm not here to kill you. Who are you? You don't seem to be from here." If she was being honest...she never saw someone like him. She could only think about the fact that he wasn't here. Thanks to the books of her father and her brother,she quickly guessed that he was from the Far East. "I asked first,mademoiselle." And she looked at him,unfazed. "Look,i don't have the time to play this. Where is Launey,i have to talk to him." And the young man picked a sword up and quickly took her in his arms to put the blade against her neck. "What do you want from him? Seeing how you are dressed and what you're carrying,i am pretty sure that you mean no good. And most probably,you're on their side. Aren't you?" The only thing she could say was a determined "Yes. But,I only want to talk. That's it. If i wanted to kill him,he would be already dea-" her voice was cut off by loud banging on the front door. "LAUNEY,ON SAIT QUE TU ES LÀ.¹⁰ STOP HIDING AND BE A MAN." And Namjoon only looked at the unknown girl,with panic in his eyes,and she looked back at him. "Go,find somewhere to hide. I'll tell them that no one was here." The assisstant looked at her with confusion plastered on his face. "But..you have the chance to kill me now. Why won't you do it?" And she laughed but in a bitter way,trying her best to keep the door closed. "The stars aren't alligned for that today. It's your lucky day today,Sir. Now go. Hide before they kill you." With a quick nod he started to run towards the secret passage,but quickly turned back and looked at her. "Name's Namjoon." And the youngest Robespierre just looked at him,with an amused look and replied "(Y/n). Remember that name when you'll say grace to God for keeping an eye on you. Now go." And as soon as he was out,she let the door break free. With a half smirk and playful eyes,she cocked her pistol towards one of the peasants. "Good Morning gentlemen,beautiful day to cause a revolution i see. It would be a shame if something..or someone stopped this. So i advise you to turn back around,and go on your way to find the much-wanted powder." One of the peasants just laughed at her,but when she shot him in the arm,the other two,unarmed,were quick to run out of the study.

Namjoon still didn't understand why she spared his life,but he was thankful. For once,his luck was immeasurable,and he felt good about it. But the same went for her...(Y/n) still didn't understand what took over her to spare his life and shoot someone,who was playing on the same side as she was. But sometimes...life puts you in a situation where a plot twist is inevitable.

As the battle was still going on in the court,after what felt like an eternity,(Y/n) but also Namjoon realised...whether you're a revolutionary or a nobleman...you have one thing in common. You want to rule the world. Because if there's something in common in the power hungry humans...is the will to rule the world..because Everybody wants to rule the world.

Translation:

¹ = Mother is worried about you.

² = I know it,brother.

³ = The Powder,the powder,give us the powder.

⁴ = If you could excuse me,i would be grateful for it.

⁵ = Shit...

⁶ = Get all the powder.

⁷ = May God have mercy on your soul,father.

⁸ = For Heaven's sake

⁹ = Who the hell are you?

¹⁰ = Launey,we know you're inside there.

(A/n: I know the end is rushed but i hope you guys still liked it. The idea came to me when i had my history exam,and that was in December,but i didn't have time to finish it...so here is a bit rushed-ended one shot about Namjoon in the 1789 French Revolution. Thank you again for your patience,and i hope you guys are doing well! ❤)

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