#I really enjoy painting that silly black dog

[i-like-to-look-at-your-back]

Big doggy U・ᴥ・U

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#james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #marauders era #harry potter #adelaida art #I really enjoy painting that silly black dog #I want to post all the artworks at once #he is so cute ;;;;

[ewingstan]

Halloween and cringetober may be behind us, yet I remain, coughing this up onto your back porch. Alec Lisa and Aisha were the only ones who enjoyed the costume party. Individuals and costume explanations below the cut:

Aisha and Brian: Power and Aki Hayakawa Chainsaw Man

This one goes out to the nine-year old I work with who wore a Denji costume for the school Halloween parade. Shoutout to you guy I don't know how you're allowed to watch that its the blood and sexual fantasies show.

I feel like miss suiciding-baiting-people-on-4chan would like Power. Aki works for Brian as they carry the "supposedly normal responsible one of their batshit group who very clearly has something wrong with him" niche of their series.

I feel like CSM is something that Brian and Alec would put on in the background when they were hanging out together. It's not really either of their thing, but it good pizza night fodder. Brian freaks out when Aisha mentions watching it.

Brian agreed to be Aki after he learned he could just wear a suit instead of making a real costume. Brian obviously likes objectively ridiculous costumes but it has to be something strained through 5 layers of machismo and a 17-year-old's idea of professionalism. He'll dress like something that gets painted onto a van but if there's too much whimsy or fun he'll start to freak. So halloween costumes would be weird for him. Aki just wearing a suit and a sword seemed like a good solution for this right up until the point where he had to explain what it was. Its from, hm, y'know, uhhhh this anime that my sister likes I'm just here to match with her.

Whenever he pulls the "I'm just in costume for my sister" thing Aisha makes everyone forget she exists. No escaping the weeb allegations for you Brian.

Taylor and Lisa: Madoka Kaname and Homura Akemi, Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Don't know if I need to explain this one, Worm/Madoka comparisons are almost cliche at this point

The costumes were Lisa's idea. Obviously.

The costumes were also Lisa's purchases, and enough was spent on them to make a veteran cosplayer weep. Her refusal to die her hair black would also make them weep but for different reasons.

After taking a look at herself Taylor enveloped herself in a particularly dense bug swarm for the whole night.

She eventually retreated to some side-room she found Brian hiding in and chatted with him for the rest of the party. On the condition that he make a darkness cloud for her.

She started choking on a prawn half an hour in after remembering he could see through his darkness clouds.

Rachel and Alec: Jade Harley and Dirk Strider, Homestuck

They are not going as a matching pair. Rachel does not know that she and Alec are wearing costumes from the same comic. She does not know what Homestuck is. This is one of the many ways she's better than us.

Rachel thinks she should've just been able to wear her usual dog mask for this party. Its a costume. What do you mean it doesn't count.

And why is her usual mask not enough, but the dog ears Cassie was really excited to loan her are fine? Aren't ears less costume than a full mask?

Admittedly apart from the pseudo-mind-control Alec and Dirk don't have a lot in common. Alec probably thinks he's more like Dirk than he actually is.

Dirk is if the concept of being in your own head was a guy, nay several guys, while Alec literally has to outsource getting in touch with his emotions to other bodies. Honestly the closest worm character to Dirk would probably be Krouse, considering the whole "chessmaster-manipulator who puts everything on himself and overmanages all his relationships while self-identifying as the person who can handle being the bad guy" thing, which Alec doesn't have going on at all. However:

It let me put Alec in a silly little fancylad outfit.

(Also they're both SB&HJ fans, so honestly I think its the perfect choice).

#parahumans #brian laborn #aisha laborn #taylor hebert #lisa wilbourn #rachel lindt #alec vasil #worm #wildbow #undersiders #leo says #leo draws #cringetober #halloween

[callsigncrash]

Various Characters with an S/O Who Likes to Draw on Them

Thank you @leleouwu again for your request! You really keep my page going and I really appreciate it! I split your request into 2 parts, I really hope that’s alright. Enjoy!

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Tokyo Ghoul

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Yamori

He’s a bit annoyed at first since he likes to keep a clean look going but if you really feel that you “have” to draw on him, then he’ll let you.

He prefers if you doodle on his forearms or upper arms. Hands are a no go for work reasons.

One of the times that he was getting ready to “take care of someone” in his torture room he had a bit of an awkward situation because of it. Essentially, the person in question went from looking mortified to confused as he saw the little doodle on his upper arm from underneath his button up. Obviously this is quickly forgotten when some fingers were taken off but it got him thinking.

He’s used to your doodles that he doesn’t even notice them all too much. That is until one day when he notices a specific one.

He feels oddly proud and happy when he sees it. So, he decides to get it professionally tattooed to surprise you.

He’ll start walking around with his sleeves rolled up and let you draw more. Might even let you draw on his knuckles.

Naki

He’s kind of confused at first but once he sees that you’re just doodling cute designs on him, he wholeheartedly encourages it!

He’ll start carrying pens around when you’re together so that you can draw on him. As this goes on he’ll go ahead and get you those tattoo pens so that your designs will last longer.

He knows that the tattoo pens are better to have on your skin but he loves gel pens. He’s got a drawer full of glitter and rainbow gel pens. There’s an endless supply.

After a while he’d ask to start doing the same to you. His drawings are a little crude but the little smiling figures, flowers, hearts, and swirls are just too cute.

Like Yamori, he’d probably ask you to design him a tattoo. I can see Naki getting a sleeve done with your art no matter what it is. It’s your art and he loves it just as much as he loves you.

He’d also ask if y’all could doodle something meaningful on each other and then get matching tattoos that way.

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Ice Cream Man/Art Brut

I will be posting this to my side blog @lactoseandsuffering .

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It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

I love Ben and after rewatching the series for the millionth time, have decided to write for him.

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Ben (The Solider)

He’s a silly guy, he likes silly things, he wants to see your silly drawings. Better yet, draw on him. That way, he can see them all the time!

He really likes ones with little animals like dogs. If you doodle a simple lizard on his hand or leg, he rocks his jorts and your drawings, he will absolutely love it.

He puts smiley faces on your arm sometimes, he’ll be happy if you do the same.

You might even catch him doodling on himself after a while. Heck, you might’ve kick started a whole hobby!

He loves when y’all can draw on each other or even paint on each other.

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The Boys

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Homelander

He scoffs. Just straight up. Does he love you? Yes. Does he want ink all over his “perfect body”? No.

He thinks it’s pointless but he’ll begrudgingly let you when he’s out of his suit. Even then, it’s not very often.

He wants things like eagles, stars, etc. He’d feel a lot of pride if you went ahead and put his name on yourself though.

He’ll start carrying around a small notepad and pen for you when you ask to draw on him. It feels a little hurtful at first but when you open it you see some very reassuring words.

“Draw on this in the meantime, silly goose.”

Black Noir

He doesn’t exactly take off his uniform, plus he also doodles frequently! Y’all will probably go back and forth drawing on random slips of paper, note pads, etc.

After you notice him drawing some specific characters, you start drawing ones of your own along with his!

This makes him absolutely elated!

He got an invisible marker for you to draw stuff on his uniform with. He’s got a beaver on his gauntlet now, nobody has to know about that of course.

His friends told him to draw you a picture after he found out that he was going to be gone for a lot longer than he thought he would.

You woke up to a handmade card of the both of you that said “I’ll miss you!” In cursive. He even made sure to draw a little heart with the both of y’all’s initials on your hand.

#the boys #homelander #homelander x reader #the boys homelander #homelander x you #black noir x reader #black noir fluff #black noir #the boys black noir #it’s always sunny in philly #its always sunny in philadelphia #ben the soldier #iasip headcanon #ben smith #tokyo ghoul naki #Naki #naki x reader #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul fluff #tokyo ghoul anime #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul:re #yamori tokyo ghoul #yakumo oomori x reader #yakumo oomori #jason tokyo ghoul #yamori x reader #yamori

[oceanwithouthermoon]

the way i have absolutely flooded the kubosai tag is crazy😭most of the recent posts are mine.. my bad..

... anyway, im thinking about kuboyasu picking up different hobbies as a form of anger management, teaching himself coping mechanisms and to use his hands in more gentle ways and let himself make mistakes without taking his anger out in unhealthy ways..

knitting, crocheting, art (he already draws but he wants to do it more and start painting n stuff too), or even scrapbooking or journaling ?? he also already stress bakes/cooks lol.

and since he does it so much, he has so many little pieces of art and he ends up gifting most of them to saiki.. because kubo thinks theyre crappy, but saikis eyes lit up in a way kubo doesnt get to see often when he caught sight of kubos crocheted little pink cat with a suspiciously saiki-like grimace on his face.

so now saiki has all kinds of little knitted/crocheted blankets, pillow cases, stuffed animals, gloves, sweaters, etc. (he made a lot of scarves, bags, hats, coasters, etc. at first since those are easier for beginners, and at first he was keeping them for himself and his mom but the house has too many damn coasters and they do not need that many accessories and sweaters.. so the whole friend group started getting them, but mostly saiki.. and saikis mom started receiving some too).

and little paintings of cats (because kubo definitely loves cats but also saiki just reminds him of one so he draws/paints them for him a lot.. he doesn't know if saiki actually likes them, but he says he doesnt mind so..) and some cute paintings of their friends.. he makes a lot of vent art but saiki obviously does not receive that stuff☠️.

he also tried to learn yoga.. but he learns quickly that he just isnt very good at keeping his hands still and unoccupied for too long.. he might revisit that later, but for now hes just trying to at least learn slow and calculated motions with his hands..

he probably also starts helping kusuo and kurumi with their gardening (because they definitely have a garden). i doubt arens mom has a garden but i bet he could convince her to help him start one after enjoying it with the saikis so much.

the scrapbooking/journaling he mostly keeps to himself.. its mostly pictures of him and his mom, his friends, and him trying to document his feelings in messy pages of writing/doodles/choas..

i love the idea that he starts collecting stickers+fun pens+washi tape to use, which is something he totally would not normally fixate on but he starts getting really excited about it..

tbh it's probably mostly silly stickers from anime he likes, like one piece and dragonball.. a lot of his other interests like the yakuza movies wouldnt have stickers he could get so he just doodles the characters.

but he starts branching out into sillier and more colorful stuff, mostly thanks to chiyo, kokomi, kusuo, and shun. chiyo+kokomi have lots of girly stickers and glitter pens that they give him when they catch wind of the journaling..shun has lots of silly stickers from comic books and theres a surprising amount of harley quinn+poison ivy along with the mcu stuff(mostly spiderman).

chiyo+kusuo have like vocaloid+prosekai stickers, but kusuo mostly is just the reason aren has lots of bright pink+green on a lot of his pages hehe..

anyway, a lot of the gifts he gives to kusuo start getting really.. obvious ? he once gives him this crocheted pink cat with a blank expression and a purple dog whose taller and smiling, both wearing glasses, that are permanently knitted together holding hands☠️and kusuo just.. accepts it. and a lot of the stuff he receives along with their other friends are suspiciously more detailed than everyone elses and there are a lot of hearts and the cat+dog thing becomes a frequent motif and theres so many coffee jelly stuffies and keychains its insane

shun will get like.. a black and red sweater, meanwhile kusuo gets a purple sweater covered in pink hearts+matching gloves+a scarf+socks+a tote bag+a headband ??? aren are ur hands okay seriously

kusuo keeps every single gift obviously, and the first dog+cat plushies along with some other gifts are on his desk so he can look at them literally all the time..

yet somehow they arent dating yet😭aren basically professed his undying love with all the hearts and romantic ass offerings but neither of them have really said anything out loud yet☠️☠️

#i know this is a lot of different stuff but i feel like thats also what he wants.. to keep himself and his hands busy #prob also has to get a job during this time to fund all his hobbies PLUS his bike fix ups #kusuo does wear the silly cutesy clothes aren gives him but not very often because its.. embarrassing.. but still cute #he wears that zebra cardigan and is fine and likes it but is also a little self conscious and this would prob be the same #aren probably calms down and starts making more normal (but still gay as fuck) stuff for him after the initial wave of his new obsession #this is a really long post for right after i said i post them too much #so sorry for the long post i thought about this for a long time #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo #kuboyasu aren #kubosai #meows post

[sam-burger]

my silly little task force 141 headcanons :p

A/N: there are probably several spelling mistakes, sorry! this is also my first time posting something this long, and im posting from my phone so i can’t add a ‘keep reading’ SORRY! lastly,, this is heavily inspired by and definitely piggy backing off of a lot of this post, so a lot of credit goes to that writer!

soap

he sleeps with a night light whenever he can meaning he literally carries a night light with him whenever he travels somewhere (just in case)

some of his fingers are crooked because he broke his hand punching a wall just to prove to 141 that he could break it😭..

he has a red iphone, his case is matte black, and he keeps his cards in the back of the case. yes this is a red flag.

he owns a fluffy black kitten and treats her like a literal princess whenever he’s able to be at his house.

i think he also owns like a fuck ton of plants and he has to pay his neighbor(s) to water them for him while he’s away. its such a pain in his ass but he will NOT get rid of them because he thinks they brighten up his ‘humble abode’

was a lil chubby as a kid, even up to around 14. he is still self conscious about it and gets so embarrassed when anybody brings up an old picture of him

CORNY. literally looks up ‘funny jokes 2022’ on google

price

he definitely collects SOMETHING

something he’ll absolutely never admit is that he genuinely enjoys hallmark movies. it’s a guilty pleasure

he organizes secret santas and fun events for the task force a lot because they all deserve a break sometimes. he treats them like family!

whenever he doesnt have to wear his uniform he’s always in sweatpants and/or fluffy socks. heavy on the sweatpants, he gives off major comfortable dude vibes ya know. also has those stupid shark slippers,, or slides whatever u wanna call them

He’s a dog person. there is NO WAY he isn’t. he probably has a bumper sticker that says “adopt don’t shop” and i love that tbh

ghost played richest killers for him as a joke one time in a bar and he actually thinks its peak music

ghost

paints his nails black but only when he’s like drop dead bored.

he can eat so much food in one sitting its crazy like hes a human vacuum. the task force is used to seeing him eat a shit ton by now but whenever someone new is around they’re always so shocked like WHATTTT

obsessed with tiktok. it’s unhealthy

listens to uk drill and bruno mars EXCLUSIVELY

for the soapghosters: ghost slaps the shit out of soap’s ass anytime he gets the chance

in private ofc! he hates pda so much for some reason.

secretly really good at art, whatever type of art that may be. He journals whenever he can which is pretty rarely. super duper secretive about this though!

DRY TEXTER.

gaz

he has two cats at home and his family takes care of them for him when he’s away

speaking of family (idgaf abt canon. haven’t read it and will never read it) he has an older sister and a sister thats around maybe 8/9 and he loves them both to DEATH.

he rlly loves starbucks seasonal drinks. he always calls starbucks “starbies” and it annoys the fuck out of Ghost

absolutely uses :/ and :p when texting/messaging and is so informal (just like me..)

his phone case is yellow and he is obsessed with sunflowers

mocks soap’s accent for the fun of it

#mw2 #mw2 imagine #modern warfare #cod #call of duty #simon riley #johnny soap mactavish #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod imagine #mine #cod headcanons #modern warfare 2

[itsss4t4n]

my purpose

i think my purpose in life wasnt supposed to be working or contributing to society in any meaningful way.

I was just supposed to live a quiet peaceful life. Just for me.

I was supposed to be the mysterious, weird person living in a cottage on the outskirts of a small village near the woods.

I dont live in our current time or world. Its more like a medieval fantasy world with minimal electricity like lights and record players.

The village people think i might be a witch but not the „bad“ kind. The kind they would go to for medical and spiritual help.

I mostly grow my own food. Anything else i get at the village market.

Money isnt all to necessary but the little that i need is earned by making and selling arts as well as natural „medicine“ like salfes and ointments made of plants.

I do silly little rituals to worship my ancient deitys and base my routines on the mooncycle.

I use my free time to create all kinds of art. Paintings, pottery, jewellery

I wear lots of crystal and wood jewerely and long flowy skirts.

In the mornings i open thewindow over my kitchen sink and watch the sunrise and feed birds on my windowsill.

I drink coffee and tea while sittitng on my front porch and reading.

I have time to watch and enjoy every sunset.

At night i lay outside my house and stargaze. I have every constellation memorized.

I have a big black dog names Argus and a multicoloured cat named Atreyu. They are my best friends.

Maybe i have a partner.

Someone who is sweet, understanding and funny.

They watch the sun rise and set with me. We sit and read in comfortable silence with each other.

We point out different stars and constellations to each other and talk about their backstorys and legends.

We gift each other the littlest things that remind us of the other person. Flowers, rocks, anything really.

They hug me from behind as i stand infront of my kitchen window and plant soft kisses on my shoulder and neck.

They love non sexual touches and kisses.

They play with argus and atreyu.

They do ritualy and spiritual things with me.

We are content.

We have all me need.

We are happy.

I am happy.

At peace.

My purpose.

#writing #thoughts #journaling #life purpose #fantasy #ideal life #lgbtqia #woods #nature

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. First of all: welcome Sofia! Second: welcome back, Olive we’ve missed you! Well, I’ve missed you, but I feel like that’s true for all of us writers, not like I speak on our collective behalf or anything … I also want to second Olive’s comments about how wonderful your writing is Winter. I also want to extend that to Strawberry, your stories really brighten my day too. (I just love you all - including and especially you, EMT!) Third: I saw there was a request for a Bregacon fic. I know lovely Strawberry has done one recently, and I know I’ve done some in the past, but here’s a new one. This is based a little on that short video of them showing Teresa May and her husband around the fort, you can see this lovely rooftop garden, and they mention something about a cocktail hour. That inspired some of the imagery. I think you guys will get the other references. Hope everyone enjoys!

She loved surprises. Well, good surprises, she guesses she should qualify (because God knows she has had her share of bad surprises in her life). So she was more than intrigued when she saw her husband’s text message about 15 minutes ago.

“Meet me on the roof in 20 minutes. Wear that black dress please! 😘”

She knew which black dress he wanted, he had insisted she pack it, even when she protested, pointing out it was silly to bring a slinky cocktail dress to a summer vacation at a fort they were planning on only rarely leaving. But he pulled out his puppy dog eyes, and begged “please,” and, just like always, she caved, but not before securing a promise he was going to make it worth her while.

Which is how she found herself shivering on the roof in a dress that barely skims her thighs as it hugs every curve watching as the sky was painted with pinks, oranges, and ever deepening blues. ‘This must be the surprise,’ she thought as the view took her breath away.

Unobserved, several paces back, he stared at his wife in awe. Bathed in the setting sun, she looked more beautiful than any painting he’s ever seen, more beautiful than any goddess could image, more spectacular than any words could describe. Once again, he found himself wondering how he ever got so lucky. After a few more moments marveling at her, he the need to get closer to her won out over the desire just to keep watching.

“Gorgeous,” Emmanuel declared loudly as he approached her, to give her fair warning of presence.

She turned around and smiled at him, “it is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

Sliding up behind her and looping his arms tightly around her waist, he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck before whispering into her ear, “sure, the sunset is not half bad.”

She blushed crimson at that, matching the pinks in the sky around her.

He chuckled at that, still thrilled by the way she still after all these years reacts when he compliments her, as if it was still the first time. “Come on,” he told her giving her a final squeeze before letting go to grab her hand, “I want to show you something.”

He pulled her with him around a corner, gasp coming out of her mouth as soon as she saw all he had set up: a fully set stable under a lattice that had been strung with fairy lights, a centerpiece candle lit and flickering, surrounded by a ring of her favourite flowers.

Puffing out his chest a little, proud that he could surprise her like this, render her this speechless, he asked, “do you know what today is?”

She thought for a moment, before she had to shake her head no, a little disappointed in herself that she couldn’t remember.

“That’s okay, you weren’t there exactly,” he reassured her, seeing how her brow was knit with guilt and worry. “Today is the 25th anniversary of the day I decided I was going to marry you.”

“What?” She asked, turning to him, more than a little stunned.

“I told you when I left I was going to marry you and I meant it!”

“I know you did but -“

“You thought that was something I just came up with on the spot?” He laughed gently. “Oh, chérie.

“25 years ago today I woke up for the most vivid dream I had ever had in my life, in fact, it was so realistic, I thought I was actually in dream world when I first woke up, not the other way around. In that dream, I saw you walking down the aisle to me in the second most beautiful wedding dress I’d ever seen -“

“Second?” She asked, unable to help herself.

“Your real one was so much better.

“Anyways, I saw our wedding, our reception, our wedding night, and when I woke up that morning gasping for breath, I knew what that dream was telling me. And, when my heart rate finally returned to normal, I made up my mind officially - I was going to marry you.

“So, I wanted to do something nice to celebrate the anniversary, because, in my heart, you’ve been my wife since that moment.”

“But we weren’t even a couple!” She protested, despite the tears in her eyes betraying how moved she was by this declaration.

“I always knew we would be here eventually,” he shrugged with a bit of a smirk. “Now, come on. I dont want this good champagne to get warm.”

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Aww, I love you all too ❤️

Oh my heart, the level of cuteness in this piece is so high! Emmanuel preparing a surprise to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the day he decided he was going to marry Brigitte 🥺 No but please, the pure and romantic sweet potato 🥰 Beautiful beyond words! You just completely made me melt from beginning to end 🫠😍 This will live rent free on my mind 🥰

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

[anosci]

(151-165 albums etc that I’ve listened to this year, copied from twitter) (now with art. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12])

names and thoughts below cut

151/ John Tejada Presents Future Stars, Vol. 4 (2023) feels kinda retrofuture??? also, all over the place. yet just ok. hilights? Drew_and_ Pranav - Landing (massive cool! earthbound vibes my beloved) !nspector - Dead of Night (apt title)

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152/ PrismCorp Virtual Enterprises - ClearSkies™ (2013) midi miasma. it does have a nostalgic summery feel though. neat.

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153/ PrismCorp Virtual Enterprises - Home™ (2013) maybe its cheap but sometimes, midi musak is quick to fly into my heart. it's kind of hit and miss overall but also: finally, some respect for the XG classics!

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154/ Packed Rich - Warp Field (2023) there's a softness to each element, yet the percussion often sways a bit frenetic. a warm energy to contrast (and yet compliment) the cold timbres. "Fluid State" standout i think

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155/ Atom TM - HD (2013) man. i love this flavor of atomtm. the blindingly electric raw electropeppy whatever this is. kraftwerk 2. idk. exception: "My Generation". that's a really cool punk vibe but not my cup of tea. emphasis: still a really good tune.

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156/ Aleksi Perälä - Mental Union 3 (2013) maybe an odd place to start AP's catalogue, but im pulling from my 2013 list so: it's a really cool oldschool throwback vibe with a coat of shiny microtonal paint. apparently it dual released on rephlex? it's a perfect fit for the label.

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157/ Blawan - Dismantled Into Juice (2023) oh holy shit that is a SOUND. id be more verbose but idk what to add lol. fun to get excited by wild textures

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158/ Overmono - Good Lies (2023) summer party sound in a… hazy… 2step i think its called? it's neat but overall it doesn't seem to stick with me. vibes resonating at a different frequency ykno?

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159/ The Black Dog - The Grey Album (2023) broadly, a good album with some bleepy soundscapes. kinda chill. but… nothing really stood out for me? EXCEPT "Empire Statement Humanoid", which hits me just right …but that was on an earlier single, so hm.

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160/ Hiroki Kikuta - Indivisible OST (2019) i saw someone say this was kikuta's best work yet. that's a high mark to reach, but ill say: it's a solid ost all around. he rly flexes his action music here but I prefer his more chill swings (f.ex "Perpetual Heartbeat")

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161/ TOWA TEI - Lucky (2013) weird structure here. the start is filled with style that i dont care for, but cant deny its flavor. then it chills out into its own thing, which i enjoy more. however i think track 2 is cool and fascinating as it sounds ahead of its time to my ears

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162/ Machine Girl - GRLPWR EP (2013) cool chicago vibes… core? mixed bag imo. Howl and Krystle get it tho

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163/ VesperTown - Kaleidoscope (2014) very of the era, very bright and shiny. "Colour Wheel" is revealing to me that this is another sound i am nostalgic for

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164/ Sobria Ebrietas & Iliaque - Chemtrails (2023) opens full blast MASSIVE, perfect headphone material …then it kinda chills out and is ok overall. that opening track tho!!!!

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165/ Hudson Mohawke & Nikki Nair - Set The Roof (2023) hudmo always slappy. a bright and shiny gleam with just a touch of silliness. good vibes. its p short but slaps enough that im including it here lol

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#media thread

[survey--s]

642.

What is the color of the last towel you used? Like a sea green type colour.

Are you listening to music right now? If so, whatcha listening to? The Winner Takes it All by Meryl Streep.

Would you rather have a hippo or rhino dropped on you? I mean, I'd be dead either way lol.

Do you walk a lot? I mean, it's my job to walk dogs so yes, lol. I'm normally walking for 4-5 hours a day (during the week, anyway). Weekends are much lazier.

If you’re still in school, what number is your locker? What color is it? I haven't been in school for over a decade lol. My locker was dark blue, though I don't remember the number.

Do you have any super silly nicknames? Yep.

Have you ever heard of the Japanese snack Yan Yan? Nope. You can't really get many Japanese snacks here which is a shame as they all look amazing, haha.

Do you watch sports? Which ones, if any? Not really. Sometimes I watch Wimbledon but that's about it.

Do you enjoy the great outdoors? I do as long as the weather is good. I'm not one of those people who will go out in all weathers just to get outside, lol.

Do you like cream soda? No, it's too sweet and leaves a funny aftertaste.

Is there anyone who hates you? Probably.

What color is your cell phone? Blue and black. How does your hair look right now? It's just tied up in a messy bun.

Are you on any medications? No.

What is the last piece of mail you received? How about e-mail? Mail was some photos I ordered for work, and e-mail-wise, it was just a confirmation that my order of cat litter had been sent out, lol.

Who is your 15th contact in your phone? I have no idea, my phone is on the side charging.

Name something you like about school. Leaving at the end of the day.

Do you eat meat, or are you a vegetarian? I eat meat.

Have you ever cried in front of a teacher? Yes.

Have you ever cried BECAUSE of a teacher? Yes, that too.

Do you do a :) or a (:? Both ways, depending on my mood. Normally :) though.

Do you have a facebook? Do you go on it often, if you do? Yes, and daily.

What is the closest gas station to you? There's one about a quarter of a mile up the road.

Who did you last see in concert? I don't remember, honestly.

What grade are you in? I left school 16 years ago.

Granny smith or delicious red apples? The only apples I really like are Pink Ladies but even then I don't really eat them very much.

If you could meet one famous person, who would it be? How come? Neil Gaiman, just because he's awesome.

Are paper clips fun to play with? They were when I was a kid, sure.

Can you speak any other language? French and some German.

Do you prefer mechanical pencils or regular pencils? Regular ones.

Do you have a job? What’s your job? Yeah, I run my own pet care business.

Do you take advil, tylenol, or ibuprofen? Ibuprofen or paracetamol.

Why is the sky blue? Oh, I really can't be bothered to look that up lol.

Do you enjoy classic rock? If I'm in the right mood, sure.

Have you ever heard of the band Citizen Cope? If not, look them up, they’re really good. I have but I've never heard their music and I'm not going to look it up now.

Is your alarm clock set right now? No, but it will be before I go to bed.

What kind of music do you listen to the most? It depends - lately it's been country.

Are you itchy right now? No. Oh, actually, I am now you've mentioned it lol.

Do you like pine trees, or do think the sap is too annoying? I mean, they're nice enough - they do smell nice.

Mountains or beach? I'm lucky enough to have both within five minutes of my house.

What is the closest purple object to you? A jumper.

Are your walls blank or covered with pictures/posters? They're mostly blank but there are a couple of paintings up.

Have you ever tried veggie burgers? Yeah, loads of times.

Do you have anything on your wrists? Nope.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years? I don't really think that far in advance.

Do you have a mirror in the room you are in? Yeah, there's one above the dresser.

Have you ever had corn nuts? I have no idea what those are.

Do you smoke? I don’t.

#survey #surveys

[levantea]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ Chiaroscuro pt 2

Pairing: idol!hyunjin x blind!y/n

Genre: fluff, healing, strangers to lovers!au

Rating: PG

Warning: none

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: Okay so this is part 2! i am really hoping my stories are making sense cuz ideas are everywhere but how i portray or express it is another thing LOL

Synopsis: “The place where light and dark begin to meet is where miracles will rise.”

Look for part 1 in -> Chiaroscuro navi 🌗

Your pov

You paused a little as you heard Hyunjin opening the gift box and fiddling with the present you gave him. Even though you can’t see him, but you thought that in such a chilly weather a scarf would suit him the most.

“Do you like it?” you probe again to check his response. He replied with ‘mhm!’ to show that he really likes it which makes you happier. You never buy presents for others before and you are glad that he is your first friend you will make.

Fiona bid a goodbye before closing the doors to continue her daily routine. You patted the vacant seat on your bed and invited Hyunjin to sit on instead of standing.

Soon after you felt a slight dent beside you, you continued the conversation.

“Hi Hyunjin, would you like to introduce yourself more?” You turned your body towards him while keeping on your smile and prepare your pair of attentive ears to receive any info given while you are unaware of how Hyunjin is smiling so hard and he look like a fool.

He chuckled and replied, “yeap sure, i intend to do so haha…So yes i am Hyunjin, i am 21 this year, im the only child in the family and i have a dog by the name of kkami, i am an idol in a boy group called Straykids, but currently i am on hiatus due to some issues which lead to me deciding to do something different from my career to reflect and heal, i love art as well and i draw and paint,” he blabbered all his info without hiding anything infront of you.

You nodded as he complete every sentence to show that you are listening. Even though you are not able to see any performances, but you do enjoy a wide variety of music. Straykids is one of the groups you listen to at times but you are not too familiar with it.

“You must be very good looking then, to become an idol,” you accidentally spill what on your mind as it is the first thing that popped in when you heard he is an idol. You heard him laughing at your sentence which caused you to scratch the nape of your neck as you also find yourself silly for saying that.

Dude, why did i even say that? Am i crazy? I should have think twice before speaking! You were internally scolding yourself for the dumb sentence you spilled and hoping the ground would open up and eat you.

“Sorry, i didn’t think before speaking,” you were afraid to offend him as you understand some idols actually want to be recognised by their skills, not their faces. You shifted your head away and faced down to hide your embarrassment, without knowing the guy beside you is gleaming.

You felt the dent beside you became deeper. You implied it as Hyunjin has shifted his seat closer to you as you can feel some heat that is radiated from his body and your instinct is right when he gently covered your hands with his bigger palms.

You shivered abit when his cold hands come in contact with yours. Furthermore, it is your first time interacting with a guy and having physical contact with him. Your mind went blank when he did that but you decided to sit still and wait for his deliver. He slowly guided your hands to cup his cheeks and now you both are facing each other, mere inches apart from the sound of his breath, and his inconsistent heartbeat.

I am suppose to retaliate right? Why am i not moving away?

Your hands were there for awhile, before he started shifting them to his soft locks. You gasped at how soft and smooth it feels like and it smells nice. He must have used a great shampoo, you thought.

“Y/n, this is my hair. I have a rather long one, until my neck, and it is black,” he gently caress the back of your hands with his fingers to reassure you to touch them. You were hesitant at first but eventually melted into his locks and fondly comb through his hair. You nodded at his sentence and your lips curled up.

Then he moved on to shift your hands to his eyebrows. Little did you know how intimate the current situation is as he is sitting so close and staring at you into your soul as if you are his lover. His lips have been lifted since he met you and you were unaware that he is falling hard, for you.

Maybe that’s what love at first sight meant.

Once again, you gently caress his eyebrows. “You have a straight eyebrow and it feels… rather thick. Is it black colour as well?” you asked. You felt his cheeks rised as he replied tenderly, “yeap, i tend to match my eyebrows to my hair colour.”

Next would be his eyes. As you soothed your fingertips against his eyelids, you realised his eyelashes are pretty long as well. He must be really really good looking.

“My eyes…the inner corner of them are pointing slightly downwards and they are more thin, i don’t have double eyelids but i have a mole under my left eye hehe,” he reached out to touch your hand and directed you to the position where his mole is.

You paused abit. You recalled someone actually shared with you before that a mole under the eye represent that one will be having many problems in their love life. You were hesitating if you should say, but he spoke before you, as if he knew what was running on your mind.

“I know what you are thinking about, but i don’t believe it because i feel i will meet a great one, or i already did,” he plucked a few strands of your hair behind your ears and soothed your temple while his voice trailed off at the last phrase, soft enough for you to not hear it.

“I believe you will, it will come eventually,” you agreed with what he said and patted his head while lowkey hoping that the person is you. The connection between the both of you is deep and words can’t explain. You only met him for half an hour and you already feel very comfortable around him, as if you guys have been best friends for many years, or even more than that. As much as you can’t see anything or him, but your heart never lies. As much as you did not interact with opposite genders before, but you know that the palpitation in your heart don’t occur all the time you talk to guys but, it’s just him.

Why? I can’t even see him, how do i know if he exactly suit me or he was just trolling with me? And he probably deserve better partner than me?!

But i don’t care.

You then trailed the pads of your fingers down the brim of his nose and you noted that his nose is slim and sharp, with a smooth surface that makes you awed at the texture. He then further guide you down towards the last feature, which is his lips. You are once again shocked by how plump his lips are and you thought that must be his iconic feature on his face, and you are right as he substantiates it.

“Can you roughly imagine how i look like now?” His voice cutted off your trail of thoughts, or you would call it imagination on how he looks like. Obviously it will be hard but at least, you felt it and what matters the most is how well you both can vibe together, not about the superficial things.

“Yea i guess, i hope to see you one day with my vision back, to see how well it can tally with my imagination,” you sighed while claiming back your hands from his. You suddenly feel small and inferior, while overthinking if you will be judged by your disability and if it is even shameful to claim Hyunjin as your friend. Reality speaking, you both are from 2 different worlds.

One stands under the limelight whereever he goes, where another one lives in the dark till god knows when she can see light again.

How are you even daring enough to tell the whole world that ‘Hyunjin is my close friend’? You can’t seem to find a reason for yourself to pick up the courage to do so, even though you have a burning passion to become closer to him,

Because your heart and mind don’t lie.

Hyunjin’s pov

“Do you like it?” The girl sitting infront of you asked while trying to test how you would react to it. You were so engrossed in fiddling with the scarf until she asked you while you are trying it on your hoodie which makes you look stupid but you love the scarf so much and now you are hoping to space out your wardrobe to hang it nicely and visibly so you can see it when you open the door.

“Mhm!” you were not able to gather your words properly because you adore the present so much that you don’t know what else to say as you placed the scarf back into the box, slotting it carefully into your bag as you are afraid that the box may be dented.

I feel like a lovesick boy today but i’m glad to be one.

Little did you know that Fiona that was standing beside you all the while are gleaming at how the both of you are interacting and she finally see the flower blooming. She quietly left the room and close the doors behind her, leaving the 2 of you alone.

You then see her reaching her hands out to the bed and swipe through it, sensing if there is anything that is on her it before lightly patting the sheets to signal you to come over and sit beside her. You then took out your bag and placed on the chair beside her bed so that you can feel more comfortable while sitting.

As you sat down, you were able to see her side face close up and you got to admit that you have never seen such beautiful pair of eyes before. You were tempted to touch her but it’s your first time meeting and you do not want to seem like a pedophile who randomly touch peoples’ face.

“Hi Hyunjin, would you like to introduce yourself more?” she continued wherever she left off as she turned her head abit to face you. She roughly know where you are seated at while putting her hands on her lap. Another thing you noticed is that she is a really sophisticated girl which matches her elegant exterior. Just her sitting and doing nothing feels like admiring an art.

You were taken aback a little when she asked the question as you were busy observing her features to her ignorance. You moved back abit while trying to connect to your brain again and answered her “yeap sure, i intend to do so haha…So yes i am Hyunjin, i am 21 this year, im the only child in the family and i have a dog by the name of kkami, i am an idol in a boy group called Straykids, but currently i am on hiatus due to some issues which lead to me deciding to do something different from my career to reflect and heal, i love art as well and i draw and paint.”

Thankfully she can’t see me if not she will be laughing at my tomato cheeks, you thought.

You were internally slapping yourself for actions towards her because you never knew you can be such a simp infront of a girl that you are full of curiosity and having a great impression with. Dating a blind girl doesn’t sound that bad, because you never picked your future partner just by their visuals but holistically. The girl infront of you just seem like the perfect one because your heart tells you so.

You felt appreciated whenever she nods at your complete sentence and it provens that she is indeed a great listener. Even though she can’t see, but she make good use of all her other senses to benefit herself and others, which is something that you admire about her.

“You must be very good looking then, to become an idol.” You were getting a cultural shock because you didn’t expect her to say this kind of things but it also gave you a whole new level of curiosity about what is running in her mind. You mentally shouted ‘cute’ when she lowered her face as she was flushing at her own sentence.

“Sorry, i didn’t think before speaking,” she added on to her previous reckless remark which caused you to chuckle at her cuteness overloading. It is common for females to think like this but it somehow appeared to be extra cute for her when she apologised and faced down at her lap to hide her embarrassment.

You didn’t reply but moved closer to her and reached out to hold her hands. You have been controlling since the start when you talked to her but you decided to ditch your thoughts and hold her hands in yours, slowly guiding her to touch your face. You were unsure why you want to do that, but deep down in your heart is calling for you to:

Let her feel your face, let her feel your features, let her imagine how you look like, let us come closer, and you did as it calls. Once again you are lowkey thanking that she can’t see you, so you are able to face her even though you are flushing and your racing heart that she probably can hear it as well.

“Y/n, this is my hair. I have a rather long one, until my neck, and it is black,” you spoke softly while her hands are running through your soft locks. Initially you felt that her hands paused there and you assumed that she is wondering if she should touch it, but you eventually caress the back of her hand and reassure her that it’s fine to touch it.

It is common for guys to feel annoyed when someone touches their hair but it is always fine for people you want them to touch to touch it, or even combing through it. That is the biasness of love.

It seems like she love my hair alot, you wondered in your mind because you noticed her smile on her face grew wider as she combed through your hair. You enjoy watching her smile and you hope that you can bring more laughters into her life after what you have overheard when you were outside the room.

You then gently shifted her hands over to your eyebrows. You started to feel your cheeks burning when she run the pads of her fingers through your eyebrows as you both are mere inches apart. Unconciously you are staring at her peachy lips so much that you felt like touching them.

“You have a straight eyebrow and it feels… rather thick. Is it black colour as well?” she asked. Again, you beamed at her sentence and her full of question mark face makes you melt more. “yeap, i tend to match my eyebrows to my hair colour,” you answered.

Maybe she has gotten used to it, she started to manoevre to your eyes naturally as you slowly close your eyelids for her to feel it. Every single time her fingers move across, you feel your heartstrings have been tugged. You are eager for her fingers to stay there longer.

“My eyes…the inner corner of them are pointing slightly downwards and they are more thin, i don’t have double eyelids but i have a mole under my left eye hehe,” you guided her hands over to your mole.

You laughed at yourself for being such a kid infront of her. You recalled previously that whenever the other members wanted to touch your mole, you always shoved their hands off because you want to keep it for your future girlfriend to touch it. And now, even though you both just know each other, you already let her touch it. You were also amazed of yourself as you have experienced a fresh new spectrum of feelings that you never feel before from a stranger that you fall for at first sight.

You were never a believer for that, including the thought of getting relationships as well. All in your mind was to work hard, dance hard, earn money and get a life. Dating was not your priority until you start relooking at your path for the past half an hour, and maybe it’s time to consider adding relationships to your list as well.

You saw y/n paused her fingers that was on your mole. You looked at her and you saw that she has a slight frown on your face while still keeping her fingers on your mole. You recalled back to what your mother told you about the meaning of the mole under your eyes and it struck your mind that probably she is aware of this as well.

“I know what you are thinking about, but i don’t believe it because i feel i will meet a great one, or i already did,” you reassured her while trying to place a few strands of her hair behind her ear that was falling and covering her face. You noticed her frown has disappeared and the smile slowly came back.

“I believe you will, it will come eventually,” she answered simply while rubbing circles on your cheeks to comfort you. You looked at her adorely, trying to remember every single part of her face. You felt really sorry for her as she is still young, supposedly to be wild, but she have to be in this room for almost 24/7 as she can’t go anywhere without supervision of her caretaker, as she may hurt herself anytime if she is not careful. You cannot imagine how tough it must have been for her, especially when there was no other friends who are able to help her let off some steam. You also cannot imagine how amicable she can be even though she did not have much chances to interact with outside world, and that is probably how she preserved the purity, innocence, empathy and whatever good traits that is in her makes her beautiful. Even though it may appear superficial to determine one’s personality at first sight, but you are certain that one’s behaviour shows everything about them.

Originals can never be replaced by frauds, and frauds can never replace originals.

“Can you roughly imagine how i look like now?” you probed her as you caught that she is probably daydreaming from how she paused in her actions. She shifted her head abit when she heard your voice and nodded her head while replying, “Yea i guess, i hope to see you one day with my vision back, to see how well it can tally with my imagination.”

She took back her hands from your face and faced her lap. You assumed that she was kind of upset because she was not able to see how you look like and how the world looks like, which is understandable. Deep down you also really hope that her eyes will be recovered soon, so she is able to see everything instead of living in the dark. As much as you want to be her light, you hope that she is able to see if with her both eyes.

The conversation somehow ended awkwardly as you looked at her continue to look down. You are unsure if you should comfort her or just keep quiet and stay by her side. The second options sounds better as comforting words will be easy to say but you are not her, you are not able to fully understand what she has gone through so it will be more ideal to just stay by her side.

Later on you heard a sound of stomach rumbling. You are questioning if that sound belongs to your stomach but you remembered you had your breakfast along the way when you left the house. You then saw y/n putting her hands over her stomach and you realised it was hers.

“Shall we go for a good meal outside? My treat today.”

And all you saw was y/n grinning widely the moment she heard the sentence and it washes your negativity off for the past few days.

A cure to your heart and a cure to her pain is just as simple as a connection between both of you to light up the darkness in both of your lives.

“Can you help me pick an outfit?”

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[rocorambles]

A Skulk of Foxes

Pairing: Kita x Reader

Prompt: Fantasy

Genre: SFW, Fluff, Fox Shifter Kita, Fantasy AU, Shifter AU

Summary: You moved to the woods to start fresh, begin a new chapter in your life. Little do you know just how much your world is about to change because of a skulk of foxes.  

Author’s Note: This is my contribution for my HQ Discord Server’s SFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this prompt. (Masterlist goes live Thursday, October 29th 11:00pm U.K. time!) 

You sigh with relief when you finally finish unpacking the last box of your possessions, stretching your aching muscles as excitement finally begins to bubble inside of you when you proudly look at your new home you’ve made for yourself. Reality is finally sinking in and your giddy with the feeling of a fresh start, a new beginning. The quaint little cabin is certainly different from the cramped modern apartment you had in the heart of Tokyo, but different is exactly what you need and you nestle into the cozy armchair by the window in your new living room, a cup of hot tea in your hands as you enjoy the silence of nature and the view of swaying branches. 

If anyone were to have told you that you’d willingly choose to live in the middle of the woods by yourself a few years ago, you would have laughed. You were a city girl through and through and the idea of not being surrounded by the noise of traffic and crowds of people was baffling. But after your long-term relationship had taken a nosedive into the ground and crash and burned, suddenly the city felt suffocating, filled with too many memories, too many mutual acquaintances and when you had seen this listing on your way back home from work one night, you had jumped at the opportunity to escape it all and start a new chapter. 

Your new way of life takes some adjusting to, but you don’t mind as you pull on your new hiking boots, eager to explore the acres of wooded lands you’re surrounded by. The air is crisp and fresh, and you inhale deeply, soaking in the peaceful quiet only interrupted by the crunching of dirt and grass under your feet. And that’s how your days idle by, you scoping out the area in the early mornings as the sun is rising with your trusty nature handbook you’d bought in one hand, a basket in the other hand as you look back and forth between the herbs and plants you see and the painted illustrations and tips in the book, returning with a bundle of freshly picked produce before signing onto your work computer and dutifully putting in your hours. It’s a tiring grind, but when you finally get to power down your laptop and sit outside under the bright night stars with a glass of wine in your hand, it doesn’t seem so bad after all. 

You get savvier and more adventurous, really leaning into country living as you begin to grow your own vegetables and fruit, set up a fire pit, plant flowers that you use to spruce up your living space. It’s a wonderful life, but there’s only one slight concern in the back of your mind.

The foxes. 

Growing up in the city, you’d never learned how to handle animals other than the rats and roaches the concrete jungle was infested with. Sure, you love your share of fluffy dogs and cats that you’d pet and play with, but there’s a big difference between domesticized pets and wild animals and you had noticed early on that your neck of the woods seemed to be rampant with foxes. You wonder if it’s just the fact that you’d never seen a fox in real life before, but you can’t help but think these foxes seem much larger than your usual fox, their fur and eye colors ranging far more than you thought was biologically possible. But even though they seem to like hovering around you and watching you intently from a distance, they never draw near and they leave your gardens alone, so you dismiss their presence, letting them do as they please as you go about your own business. 

The weather’s getting colder and you figure now is the time to test the fire pit you’d built. It takes a bit of fumbling around, but you beam with pride when you get a flame started, mesmerized by the flickering light and warmth beginning to billow. And although the wind has a bite to it, the radiating heat keeps you comfortable as you roast the chicken you had bought in town, mouth already watering as the smell of cooked meat begins to permeate throughout the air. But you’re startled when two furry bodies suddenly brush up against you and you stay perfectly still, unsure what to do when a gold fox leaps into your lap, curling into a fluffy ball as he stares at you while a silver fox calmly sits next to you, nudging your hand with his head in a silent order to pet him and you tentatively scratch behind his ears, staring in awe as he leans into your touch. 

For wild animals, they’re oddly well behaved and affectionate and you’re frankly stunned that they hadn’t just pounced at the raw meat and ran away with your dinner. But you’re not complaining and you continue petting them as your meal continues cooking, only stopping to their dismay when the chicken is ready to be cut up. Your heart breaks a bit when you see them staring expectantly at you and you swear they're both pouting as you make a move to bring the chicken inside the house, but their ears perk up when you leave your door open and beckon them inside and they’re quick to race towards you, rushing between your legs before making their way to your dining table and jumping up on the extra chairs you have set. It’s certainly an odd sight to see two large wild foxes easily make themselves at home, but you can’t help but fondly smile at them when you prepare three plates of food and they eagerly dig in. 

They’re surprisingly neat about eating and it’s almost eerie how they seem to purposefully keep the scraps and bones on their plate, almost human-like the way they grab your napkin, using it to wipe their mouths and paws. Maybe they used to be someone’s pets? But you don’t dwell on it, enjoying the company they provide as they curl up by your feet as you wash the dishes, as their feet pitter-patter after you as you do some errands around the cabin and you’re almost sad when they nudge you to the door, waiting for you to let them out before you go to sleep. 

You quickly realize there’s nothing to be sad about, not when you have a furry entourage that walks beside you whenever you’re outside, not when bodies are weaving in between your legs, almost threatening to trip you with how excited they are to play with you, not when heads are constantly butting against you, begging for pets. It seems like your two friends had spread the word and now you have a whole slew of friendly foxes wanting to get to know you better and you love every second of it, even building a little door for them to easily walk in and out of your cabin and it becomes a common occurrence for you to wake up to fluffy bodies curled around your body, for foxes to be perched on your dining room chairs at meal times, for you to have a lap full of needy foxes wanting your attention when all your bellies are full.  

But there’s one fox who keeps his distance from you and even though he’s not the largest of the bunch, even you can sense the quiet authority he has as the other foxes are quick to lower their heads submissively and run to him when he barks at them. Even the golden fox who you’ve come to pinpoint as the troublemaker of the group seems to quiet down a bit around him and one day when he’s being just a tad too rowdy with you, nipping you harder than usual as he excitedly pounces on you, he immediately whines and sinks his head into the crook of your neck in apology when the light gray leader harshly growls at him. You affectionately pet the sad gold pile in your arms and verbally assure the gray fox that you’re fine even though you’re sure that he can’t understand a word you’re saying, but to your surprise, as if he comprehends exactly what you’re trying to convey, the gray fox relaxes a bit and lies back down, going back to quietly watching his pack and you. 

The weather’s becoming frigid and you know it’s silly to worry about clearly healthy and strong wild animals who’ve fended for themselves their whole lives, but you can’t help the pang of concern you have for your furry friends as snow begins to creep in. However, in hindsight, maybe you should have been more concerned for yourself. It’s an especially brutal day and you really shouldn’t be outside at all, not with the wind whipping at neck breaking speeds and torrential amounts of snow pouring down, but like a true city idiot, you’d procrastinated about restocking your wood supply and now with nothing left to keep you warm, you have no choice but to venture out and collect as much as you can to at least keep a fire going on during the worst of the snow storm. 

You pride yourself on knowing the woods like the back of your hand now, but the pain of the wind whipping your face and the never ending white in your vision as the snow keeps on coming down makes it hard to concentrate, makes it hard to orient yourself and as the frost begins to get to you, making you shiver, making you lose all train of thoughts other than the fact that you’re literally freezing to death, you panic. You’re frozen stiff as you wildly circle around, trying to calm the swirling dark thoughts in your head as you try to make sense of where you are, but it’s no use. Everything looks the same now and you think you might be sick from the rocketing anxiety inside of you, but you’re pulled back to reality by a harsh tug at your coat sleeve and you almost sob in relief when you see a familiar light gray pelt tipped with black. 

Brown eyes look imploringly at you as he gives your sleeve another harsh tug and that’s all the encouragement you need to stumble after him, trusting him to bring you back to safety. Your legs are numb and there’s not a hint of grace in your steps and for a second, you’re afraid of falling behind, but your heart warms at the way he makes sure to never be more than an arm's length in front of you, always turning his head back to make sure you’re still right behind him, nipping insistently at you when you pause for too long. And even when you finally reach your cabin, he practically shoves you through your door with his whole body, almost ripping your clothes as he rapidly helps you remove your soaked through clothing. 

You’re shocked to see him still standing outside your bathroom door when you finally step out of the warm water, but still overwhelmed and exhausted by the day’s events, you only briefly acknowledge him as your body barely makes it to your bed before collapsing. And as your eyes shut and you slip under a heavy cloud of sleep, you swear you feel arms and hands rearranging you, carefully tucking you underneath your blankets, propping your head up on a pillow. You swear you hear a male voice scolding you for putting yourself in danger, telling you to rest. But too exhausted to open your heavy lids, you chalk it up to your imagination before completely drifting off. 

You’ll never be able to fully explain what happened as you finally wake up only to find that a fire has been started, a healthy supply of dry wood set up by it, your wet clothes hung up to dry, but unable to really remember much after you’d been guided back to your cabin, you think you must have just been working on auto-pilot before you passed out. (Never mind that you certainly don’t remember collecting that much wood.) But with no better explanation, you let it be, just glad to be safe and warm. And it seems like you’re not the only one happy to still see you alive and kicking as familiar visitors come by to check in on you and you have a strange suspicion that they’re worried about you, even the gold fox being more docile than usual as he cuddles with you. To your surprise, their leader also pays you a visit and you can’t help but feel chastised when you thank him for rescuing you, only to get a sharp nip and a growl in return and you swear he’s glowering at you. But it seems that all is forgiven when he shoves the gold fox out of your lap and regally takes his place, curling up and falling fast asleep on top of you. 

They never let you leave your cabin alone again that winter and it’s almost comical when they let out a series of howls as you climb into your car when you refuse to let even one of them ride with you. You wonder if an outsider would think you’re crazy as you speak to them, telling them you’d be right back after you pick up some much needed supplies and food from town that you can’t get by yourself in the woods. But eventually they quiet down and you chuckle when you see them all sitting outside your cabin through your rear car window, watching you leave, and you have a strong suspicion that they’ll be in the same exact position waiting for you when you return home. 

The town’s small, but everyone’s so friendly and helpful that you don’t mind waiting a tiny bit longer in line as the sole cashier takes care of everyone, enjoying the friendly chitter chatter and catching up on what’s been going on. The sheriff greets you and you smile at the handsome man. Daichi had been one of the first people to go out of his way to greet you. “It’s a sheriff’s duty to know everyone in town,” he had said, but you had a feeling that sheriff or not, he’d still be friendly enough to try and get to know the new person in town. Conversation is pleasant as both of you share what’s been going on in your lives, but your heart drops when he warns you to be careful of poachers in your area. His team is still trying to find and arrest them, but until then, he cautions you from wandering too far from home. He continues rambling on, but you’ve completely tuned him out, your mind only thinking of your new furry family and everything is a blur as you shakily pack your car trunk and race home. 

Relief floods through you when you see the foxes still lazing about and lounging in your yard, perking up at the sight and sound of your rapidly approaching vehicle. But their fur stands up and their tails rise in agitation at your distressed state as you usher them into the safety of your cabin and before you know it, you’re surrounded by multiple bodies whimpering and trying to jump on you to soothe you. You know it’s silly to talk to them and try to explain what’s going on, but with no other way to relay your feelings, you tell them what Daichi had told you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes when you beg them to be careful, telling them they can use your house as a safe shelter whenever they need, and you don’t even realize that you’re almost completely sobbing until their light gray leader leaps into your lap and gently laps away your salty tears, nuzzling his face against your cheek as if he’s trying to comfort you. And whether or not that’s really what he was intending, you do feel better as you hug his large body close to you, burying your face into his soft fur. 

You feel lighter after that night, still a little wary and concerned for your newfound friends, but days pass and life seems normal. You don’t hear gunshots. You don’t see strange men roaming through the woods. Daichi and you keep in contact and although he tells you they still haven’t caught the perpetrators yet, slight hope rises in you and you wonder if they’ve moved on to a different area. But your hopes are instantly dashed when you’re abruptly woken by paws frantically clawing at you, loud distressed howls right in your ear and with your heart thumping out of your chest you stare with wide bleary eyes at the gold and silver foxes nudging you out of bed, one leading the way, the other repeatedly rushing you, his head pushing against the back of your legs. 

You have a bad feeling about what has them in such an uproar and you hate that your apprehension was warranted when you see their leader crying in pain, an ugly sharp metal contraption digging deeply into one of his front legs and suddenly you’re moving even faster than your furry companions as you lunge towards him, quickly, but carefully trying to assess the damage, trying to figure out how to untangle him from the horrid trap. You’ve just managed to pry open the trap enough for him to free himself and limp a bit aways when you hear the sounds of men's voices and approaching footsteps. And there’s nothing friendly about the way they’re shouting, nothing welcoming about the glint of their guns in the flashlight beams bouncing around, so before you can even strategically think about what you’re doing, you pick up the injured fox, careful not to jostle or touch his wound as you run as fast as your legs can move, not stopping even when your lungs are burning from exertion, even when you want to keel over from exhaustion, urged on and not allowed to slow down by the nips to your ankles the gold and silver foxes give you as they run alongside you. 

Gunshots are whizzing around you, but you have the knowledge of the terrain and expert guides on your side and the angry screams get quieter and farther away the longer you race forward before soon enough there’s only your labored breathing and the tiny cries of the fox you’re holding to your chest. But despite that, you don’t slow down, throwing your front door open as you slowly lay the gray fox on your bed, rushing to grab your first-aid box while simultaneously calling Daichi, putting him on speaker phone as you wash the bloody matted fur. You know you must sound frazzled, distracted as you fumble with words, trying to give him the best approximate location you can of where you’d lost the poachers while you tenderly pet the whimpering fox who’s hissing with every wipe you give to his bleeding injury, but you thank whoever’s listening that Daichi makes sense of your stuttered words and tells you he’s on his way to scan the area and for you to get some rest before hanging up and leaving you to give your sole attention to your patient. 

You whisper sweet encouraging words in a soft tone, apologizing and stroking his stomach everytime he winces as you continue cleaning his wound, but he stays perfectly still, not budging even an inch despite his discomfort and when you finally bandage him up, you smile as you see him finally slumping into your bedsheets, exhaustion finally catching up to him now that adrenaline isn’t amping him up and you can’t help the affectionate kiss you plant on his forehead as you tuck him into your bed, unaware of the way brown eyes stare at you in shock, unblinking as they process the intimate gesture you’d gifted him. And when you get ready for bed, shooing the other foxes out of your room to give your special guest some space and peace to fully relax, you’re still oblivious to the way a wet snout tentatively returns your gesture when you close your eyes, making light contact with your own forehead before curling his furry head underneath your chin and basking in your natural warmth. 

It’s warm when you wake up, which is welcome when it’s frigid outside of the safety of your blankets and you instinctively lean into the source expecting to feel the familiar plush fur of the foxes who come to share your bed sometimes. But your eyes shoot open when you feel warm skin underneath your fingertips and you have to fight back the scream when you come face to face with a man you don’t recognize who’s groggily opening his brown eyes, your body scrambling backwards. Tangled in the sheets, you don’t get far and fear lances through you as you stare wide-eyed at the stranger beside you who’s...panicking even more than you are? 

You pause in your escape attempt as you take a closer look at the man who’s frantically wrapping your blanket around his bare body, brown eyes staring at you in fear which is strange considering this is your room he’s intruding in. Common sense tells you to be wary and yet there’s something familiar about his eyes and when you finally take note of his light gray hair tipped with black and the bandage around his arm, disbelief runs through you as you tentatively approach his huddled form. 

“Are you- are you the fox I took care of?”

Brown eyes warily observe you as you draw near, but they widen in surprise when your hand gently runs through his hair and you give him the same sweet smile you’ve always given him when he was in his fox form. 

“You’re not scared of me?” 

You laugh. “If anything, I’m more surprised than anything else. Care to explain?”

And spurred on by the hope that the human he’s come to love might actually accept him for who he really is, he is quick to tell you everything and anything and you listen in amazement as he tells you about shifters, how him and his pack are all fox shifters, how there are different types of shifters all over the world, how they’re much more common than humans realize. He tells you his name, Kita, and the names of every fox shifter you’ve met. He tells you about the awful history of humans hunting them down to sell on the black market which has led them to live as foxes, deep in the woods, away from any living soul. He tells you about how you’re the first human his pack has interacted with for years, the first human to gain their trust after years of loneliness, never being able to access or connect with their human side. 

There’s a brief moment of silence as you take everything in, still softly carding your fingers through his hair. But the lingering question in your head finally slips out. 

“Why did you reveal yourself to me now?”

And your lips quirk at the shy flustered expression on his face as he buries deeper into your cozy blankets. 

“I was too exhausted to keep my fox form after everything that happened last night.”

But before you can tease him a bit more, there’s a knock on your door and you panic, unsure how to explain the unknown man in your cabin. However, it seems that you have nothing to worry about when you spin around, only to see Kita’s fox form nonchalantly curled up in your bed, looking at you with his own smug amusement at your gaping mouth. You rush to the door, Kita padding after you, a slight limp from his front leg and upon seeing the sheriff through your peephole, you greet him, giddy with relief when he tells you that they’ve managed to apprehend all the poachers thanks to your tip last night. 

It never crosses your mind how strange it was that Daichi so easily arrested all the men despite your extremely vague directions and despite it being pitch black, but unknown to you, it’s easier than you think to maneuver through the dense night woods when you have wings. However, Kita’s more perceptive than you and when he scents the air, he looks in interest at the man who smells like a crow and brown and black eyes lock for a second as a hint of acknowledgement runs through Daichi’s eyes when the shifter inside of him sees the fox for what he really is. But it’s only a fleeting glance, too quick for your human eyes to notice, and Daichi parts ways, subtly nodding to the fox who’s currently laying on your feet before waving goodbye to you, leaving Kita and you alone once again. Well, maybe not that alone, you think, as a group of familiar foxes come racing towards the both of you once Daichi is gone. 

Life is chaotic, in a good way, but chaotic nonetheless after that. It’s a new dynamic for all of you as you try to merge your two worlds and ways of life together. It no longer phases you when you see glimpses of naked men running here and there as they shift between their human and fox forms and you’ve learned to always have spare sets of clothing on hand to quickly throw their way when they do decide to take their human shape for a spin. Atsumu has finally stopped whining about not being allowed to sleep in your bed with you anymore after Kita had put him in his place and your face goes hot when you remember exactly what had transpired during that conversation. 

When you had found out they were shifters, you found yourself being a little more self-conscious and self-aware around them. It seemed unbecoming of a woman to be sharing the same bed or changing in front of foxes that turned into handsome men and soon Kita was the only one allowed in your bedroom. Atsumu had howled and complained the first night that Kita slipped into your bed next to you, demanding to also be let in, questioning why Kita was allowed to sleep with you, especially in his human form. And suddenly feeling like a parent who suddenly has to explain the birds and the bees to their child, you grow flustered, unsure how to broach the subject. But sensing your panic, a large hand gently grabbed your chin, turning you until you were facing the serious countenance that you’d come to love, and in front of the still wailing younger man, he had captured your lips in a searing kiss before pointedly looking at a suddenly silent Atsumu. 

“That’s why,” he had calmly said, but before he could even fully voice those two words, Atsumu had quickly retreated, closing the door behind him and leaving the two of you alone. 

The two of you had skirted around directly talking about what was going on between the two of you, but that kiss had officially sealed the deal and you both stay up late that night, talking about your future life together, as his mate, as your boyfriend and it seems like unsurprisingly, Atsumu has run his mouth off and the whole pack is there waiting to congratulate you two on finally getting together the next morning. 

And now here you are, living in a recently expanded cabin, loud and full of bodies, both furry and human. You take a sip of your coffee, rolling your eyes as you hear the twins bicker, a slight smile on your face when you see Aran and Suna in their fox forms, napping on the couch, the others sprawled out here and there as they cook and eat breakfast. But it’s the strong arms that wrap around your waist from behind, the mouth stealing a sip from your piping hot mug before burying his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder that makes your heart flutter and you turn to kiss Kita, melting into his hold as you both survey your new family, your new home.   

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #kita x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu writing #haikyuu fic #kita #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #haikyuu x reader

[greyeyedmonster-18]

heyy greyy

how are you?

i have slept maybe three hours I'm surviving purely on coffee and my mind's going in 15 different directions and the usual shyness that keeps my thoughts locked has left me stranded so uhh i may be asking these very important questions that you definitely don't have to answer but anyways here they are

1. besides taylor what are your favourite artists /genres to listen to ( a song in currently obsessed with is sidelines by pheobe bridgers 10/10)

2. what are you favourite cuisines to try out? (this is inspired because of my friend making red thai curry for me bless her I'm not an adventurous eater but it was so good 15/10 recommend)

3. sirius in your stories loves maths, is it something inspired by you or just a hc for him? god bless y'all who enjoy maths I'm gonna cheer on you guys while i work with biology

4. ooo do you love nail paint/ nail art ?

5. see this is my kinda think but when I'm bored or just sitting idly is i have a pen I'll just draw stuff on a paper (can call them doodles but they aren't really) but yeah these days i gravitate towards making an eye or fingers for some reason ( like those witchy creepy cartoony ones)

6. its an imaginary world with no responsibilities and not considering logical housing situation then what animal would you have as a pet ( i once was in a lengthy discussion with my mom how hypothetically giraffe would be a good pet- they could carry all your groceries to you apartment floor with no issue but then i saw them fighting and I'll stick to cat and dogs for now)

uhh yeah these are it for now- i have more but i dont want to overwhelm you (too much)

-ash

(if these weirded you out I'm so sorry but uhh yeah bye i find you very cool and Inspiring and uhh you give me hope that the clusterfuck of bad desicions and noooo why did i think this was a good idea that is your early 20s work itself out in the end )

also if you ever want to see badly drawn witchy fingers that i have no idea why i have started to draw pls ask :)

friend! hello! please sleep. these are all very sweet, very cute, and I'll happily oblige answering sleepy silly questions, and here is more information than you ever wanted to know!!! but also, this is the third time this week i have been called cool and i just....i promise i'm not. i promise i am just a Big Dork who Does Her Best. But also...not mad that i give off a vibe that i made a bunch of bad decisions in my twenties, which i am still technically in. Not mad at all <3:

-music genre besides taylor swift: i tend to have either the music taste of someone...much older, or much younger. like i went to a josh groban concert, sat VERY close when i was 23? and was the youngest person in the crowd who wasn't forced to go with their parents by a long shot (made friends with an older woman who wore a fur coat and pearls and i decided im going to be her when im older)

but to name a few-- one direction stan (and zayn, harry, and nialls solo careers only), sara bareilles, josh groban, ariana grande, billy joel, elton john, paul simon/simon and garfunkel, and then i also listen to a lot of instrumental stuff...like...film scores (the film score to Much Ado About Nothing is my favorite ever).

-cuisine: i am not a picky eater at all, i will eat dry wall if it has a dipping sauce and tell you its the best thing in the world. and im a latinx household, so a lot of my daily cooking is...that. but when i venture away, i tend to take inspo from my friends/their recipes (made sushi pizza last week? very good, 10/10 recommend), and try out what THEY eat regularly.

-maths: while i do like maths, this HC wasn't inspired by me. sirius is a very black and white thinker. he is pragmatic, and logical by nature. this is canon. he's also....canonically very smart, and provided the black family has a lot of money (and a lot of paranoia, i don't think Orion Black and his predecessors would've let anyone else touch the books other than family, i wouldn't be surprised if they were charmed either) and its just a HC of mine that sirius had to learn about managing money and numerology and maths from a very young age to prepare for... heir-hood. (i do like doing math, and i am good at it, however its not something i would ever make a career out of...exclusively.)

-nails: this might be disappointing, but i don't do my nails. they wouldn't last a day. the only time i do is when im obligated to for an event/wedding, and they literally barely make it through the ceremony. nails are kept short, unpolished.

i love witchy hands!!!

pet: i would hands down have flamingos in my front yard. like a cute little pond and they would just stand there on one leg like Misty Copeland and be cute and pink and mind their business <3

#asks #grey answers #lovely friends

[simssprout]

sims 4 holiday legacy!

i wanted to make a fun legacy with some silly rules to shake up the traditional goal based legacies! hope you enjoy it!

general rules:

- must complete aspiration, get to level ten of career, and complete extra rules to complete gen

- can use money cheats (if you want it to be traditional legacy, start with 1800 simoleans, if not, download a nice house and have starting funds)

- physical style/dress sense are suggestions, as you can have your sims look however you want

- everyone in household must have an excellent holiday for the holiday that correlates with the gen. if the holiday didnt come with seasons, add it to the calender!

gen 1: new years

as the first holiday of the year, youre ready to get your life, body, and mind into shape!

- traits: active, dog lover, perfectionist

- aspiration: bodybuilder

- career: writer (author)

- must always be dressed “fancy”

- silvery/platinum blonde hair

- max out fitness and writing skill. reach level five of wellness

- if you have the packs, include vintage glamour or luxury party in multiple rooms of your house

- whenever you are tense, must do yoga to cool off

- have a dog with active trait, go for jogs with them often

- only eat foods that you deem as healthy

- visit every gym lot in game (could do just premade ones and/or can add your own)

- marry a sim you met a gym or spa

- only publish motivational books or fitness

- have three friends that you go out with occasionally and party

- get “juiced” every holiday

gen 2: love day

youve been obsessed with romcoms and romance novels since you were a kid. now that youre grown up, you want to fulfill your childhood romance dreams!

- traits: romantic, bookworm, art lover

- aspiration: soulmate

- career: social media, either branch

- pink/red hair

- dress “romantically” (if you have seasons, use heart dress/suit)

- max charisma and painting skill

- must go on weekly dates with significant other

- gush about partner whenever option is avliable

- paint multiple portraits of partner using paint from reference

- only read romance novels and watch romantic tv

- if you have pets, must dress them in cute dresses

- live in the city as a young adult, can move after if you want to

- always go to romance festival

- have a boy and a girl

gen 3: talk like a pirate day

youve always loved the pirate lifestyle, exploring, stealing, and meeting people all over the place. eventhough you cant have a career as a pirate, that dosent stop you!

- traits: kleptomaniac, non-commital, self-assured

- aspiration: jungle explorer

- career: mixologist

- must wear a pirate outfit/hat as an everyday outfit

- max mixology and archeology skill. reach at least level four mischief

- have at least two children with different partners

- marry someone young, divorce, and never marry again

- have multiple boyfriends/girlfriends at a time

- always sell your artifacts and any other “treasure” you find

- complete at least four “plumages” (temples)

- attempt to steal something from every lot you visit

- for extra fun, if you use mc command center, max woohoo skill

- accept any party invite

gen 4: bunny day

you love being outside! in any weather, your family can expect to find you exploring outside in the garden, fishing, or finding some frogs

- traits: loves outdoors, unflirty, clumsy

- aspiration: angling ace

- career: fisherman and have a business (selling flower arrangements and mounted fish) or gardener (floral arranger)

- one outfit should be overalls

- green/purple hair

- this sim really likes hats

- max fishing and flower arranging. reach level 5 gardening and baking

- always talk about the current weather in every conversation

- if raining, shower in the rain instead of your shower

- have a large garden, but only grow flowers

- complete frog collection

- have a full fish tank in your house

- live in a tiny house

- purchase storm chaser and water resistant aspiration traits

- have one child

- become BFF with flower bunny

gen 5: earth day

the love your parent had for nature passed onto you. you want to make sure youre enjoying outside, while also protecting it!

- traits: green fiend, maker, gloomy

- aspiration: outdoor enthusiast

- career: eco innovator

- have green hair

- have a boho style

- live in either storage container or tiny home

- max herbalism and fabrication

- when you visit - must pick plain lot and sleep in a tent

- live off the grid and/or have surplus of energy

- have a large garden full of just fruits/veggies

- gift your herbal recipes to friends and family

- have bees and bugs

- have dumpster dived furniture in every room (once you unlock smog vaccum)

- one day a week do not eat a meal, only eat harvestables

- vote for a community garden maker space if living in evergreen harbour

- optional: can become a plant sim

gen 6: simspendence day

the party lifestyle is the lifestyle for you! friends, drinking, and fun is how you live your life! but you also make time to solve and end crime in your wonderful world!

- traits: dance machine, bro, jealous

- aspiration: party animal or island life

- career: detective

- red/yellow hair

- wears sunglasses often, even in cold weather!

- live in oasis springs

- any cooking you do must be on a grill or over a fire

- max guitar, dancing, and dj skill. reach level 4 fitness

- sing karaoke whenever theres a karaoke machine present

- have gold on every event type

- get suntans often

- ride bikes and kick soccer balls often

- have a large backyard with hot tub, fire pit, and water slides

- have two kids, have a good relationship with both. no parenting interactions though.

- watch sports tv only

- have five good friends (not including family). give two of them your house key

gen 7: prank day

what can you say? pranking is fun! messing with people and rilling them up is your favorite passtime.

- traits: goofball, ambitious, mean

- aspiration: chief of mischief

- career: engineer

- max comedy, mischief, and robotics

- always do a funny introduction to people

- use voodoo doll everytime you see the person it is bound to

- go to all dance parties you are invited to after 8pm and prank people

- create a servo

- marry someone that you had a bad relationship with originally

- you really like bowling. take your dates/family bowling often

- have a sad clown painting in your house

- if theres a microphone present, perform a comedy routine

gen 8: spooky day

youve always been obsessed with the spooky season and occult sims. now that you have your own house, its always spooky season!

- traits: loner, genius, neat

- aspiration: nerd brain

- career: astronaut

- black hair

- this sim wears glasses

- max rocket science, handiness

- befriend one of every occult

- can have a spooky house or just always have it decorated spooky

- must have at least one everyday outfit that is a “costume”

- always have carved pumpkins outside your door

- complete geode collection

- visit sixam at least three times

- have a child from a one night stand. do not marry that sim. marry an occult sim

gen 9: harvestfest

cooking has been an outlet for you since your parents let you near the stove. you love creating recipes for your family, friends, and even pets to try!

- traits: glutton, lazy, cat lover

- aspiration: big happy family or successful lineage

- career: own a vet

- yellow/orange hair

- wears mostly warm (tan, brown, yellow, orange) clothes

- max gourment cooking and vet skill

- have all 8 slots full (can include pets)

- must cook homemade pet recipes weekly

- have a little veggie patch for fresh ingredients

- befriend patchy

- whenever eating food not made by you, complain about the meal

- if you cook something less than excellent quality, throw it away and make a new dish, no matter how hungry you are

- get married twice

- rake leaves and then woohoo in them

- have family move nights schedules on the calendar!

gen 10: winterfest

winter is the best! the good food, cold weather, and constant family time is what life is all about!

- traits: family oriented, cheerful, materialistic

- aspiration: lady of the knits

- career: education

- blue/silvery hair

- wear lots of sweaters and cozy clothing

- max cooking and knitting

- give presents to family members everytime you see them

- keep a christmas tree in house year round

- must declare “snow” as favorite weather

- every day there is snow on ground, you must interact with it (snowball fight, shovel, snowpal, snow angel etc)

- have at least three children

- befriend father winter (can marry if you want to)

- complete snowglobe collection

- get the cold acclimation reward trait

- have a dinner party once every two weeks and cook a grand meal everytime

- have lots of family pictures in your house

- get the polar plunge player achievement (can make a holiday)

- always have a fireplace lit

#sims #sims 4 tumblr #sims 4 lets play #sims 4 #sims gameplay #sims legacy #simblr #the sims 4 #simblog #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims challenge

[chaoticpuff17]

Something Wicked

part 12

masterlist

Warning: major character death, yandere behavior, violence

Hello, my darlings. This is unfortunately the last chapter of SW except for perhaps an epilogue, but I’m still undecided on that. It’s been a ride. Thank you all so much for reading! Enjoy!--- chaotic puff

Much like everything else in her life, Jin chose her dress for the evening and embarrassingly enough, her undergarments as well. She had to admit though that the dress was flattering. Should she have expected anything less though? Nothing in the closet was particularly unflattering. Jin had picked everything so that she would match the image of the dazzling Kim Seokjin. She was long since unsurprised by any of it though. Weeks under Jin’s thumb had left her a shell of herself. She didn’t even have the dog to keep her company anymore. Jin had sent him out to a kennel in preparation for their honeymoon a week in advance. He wanted all of her focus to be on him and the wedding. The dog was deemed an unnecessary distraction. It was just another little thing that made her resent him on an ever growing list.

It was more was becoming more and more of a struggle just to keep herself together, but no one ever would have guessed from looking at her. That was what it meant to be a part of the Kim family, unending grace and poise, never a hair out of place. She had to assume that this was why the heads of the family had even gone along with Jin’s decision to marry her. Not only was he their golden son, but she was perfectly matched to their image of a daughter-in-law in all but family background. They could overlook her lack of background when she was suitable in all other categories and Jin, their most darling son, had chosen her.

She stared at herself in the mirror trying to reconcile the woman before her with the memory of who she had been before everything had happened. This woman was elegant, refined, empty, nothing more than a puppet on a string. The color of the dress made her ill. Red. Red dress. Red shoes. But it was not the bright red that was associated so commonly with weddings. No, this was a deep wine red closer to the color of the bruises so carefully hidden all across her body.

The bruises that marred her wrists were only highlighted by the color as was the hickey that Jin had so meticulously placed on her neck. The halter top of the dress did nothing to distract the eye from the offending mark, and neither did the earrings that Jin had provided her with. A thin string of diamonds fell from her ear ending at her jaw in a perfect pear shaped gem. He had even instructed her to wear her hair up. The simply pony tail she had chosen over a bun provided some cover, but it still left her neck and the mark there exposed for all to see.

Jin didn’t need to hide the marks on her body though. This was his family, and they wouldn’t question his actions. Why would they? Jin could do as he pleased. He could probably even get away with murder if he so chose. He already had if her suspicions about Minseok were correct.

The thought of her love made her heart ache. She couldn’t help the guilt that swept through her at the thought of him. If it hadn’t been for her, he would still have been alive. If she had never agreed to that first date, Jin would have had no reason to act against him. She could only hope that whatever Jin had done with him had been swift, though she doubted it. The Jin she had come to know was anything but merciful. He was many things, a narcissist being among them, but he was not merciful.

“Y/N?” He called walking into the closet where she was getting ready. “Darling?” he called again stopping with a smirk in the middle of the room as he took in the sight of her through the mirror. “You look lovely, darling. Absolutely beautiful.”

Her answer was robotic, ingrained. “Thank you, Jin.”

“Are you ready, darling? I don’t want to keep my parents waiting.”

“Yes, Jin.” She nodded turning to face him though keeping her eyes downcast in submission. He liked her submissive. It fed his ego. “I just need to grab a coat, and I’ll be ready.”

He hummed instructing her to stay where she was as he began to rifle through her side of the closet. Of course she wouldn’t be allowed to choose her own coat. How silly of her to ever think she had a choice.

He returned moments later with a black coat in hand carefully draping it over her helping her into the soft material before stepping back so she could fasten the garment around her. If there was one thing she was grateful for, it was that Jin’s fashion sense never drifted to the risqué in anything other than the array of lingerie he provided. Everything else was demure, fitting for the wife of such an important man. None of her dresses and skirts were shorter than the tops of her knees, and her necklines were always modest with only the barest hint of cleavage being revealed if any at all. Even the coat draped around her was demure. It fell down past her knees stopping at the tops of her shins. The collar was high providing coverage to her neck and half hiding the mark Jin had left there, and like everything else in her wardrobe, it was high quality.

“You look lovely in Dior, darling.” Jin murmured placing a kiss just under her jaw as she finished fastening the belt around her waist.

It was cinched more than it would have been before all of this. The stress of living under Jin’s tyranny had seen a drastic decline in her weight. She never stepped on a scale. She didn’t know where one was, but she wouldn’t have been surprised to find that she had lost twenty pounds or more over her weeks with Jin. Even her hair had suffered. Clumps of it would come out in the shower as it had in her college days during exam weeks or during times of extreme stress. She could barely recognize herself in the sharp angles and hollow eyes of the woman that stared back at her in the mirror.

“Shall we, darling?” Jin grinned offering her his arm, which she reluctantly took allowing him to lead her out of the penthouse for the first time since he had taken her.

One of the hardest pills to swallow was the look of surprise on Jin’s driver’s face when he saw her. She had known Suho for years. They had commiserated on more than one occasion on the harsh realities of working for a perfectionist like Jin, but he looked almost as though he had seen a ghost. Perhaps he had. She certainly felt like one.

“Mr. Kim.” Suho stuttered opening the door of the car for them his eyes still wide with shock.

Jin ushered her into the car first throwing Suho a harsh glare as he did. She was his to look at, not some lowly driver’s. Jin didn’t like other men staring at her, but Suho had been a loyal member of staff for years and quickly averted his gaze without another word as soon as he felt Jin’s glare upon him. He liked Y/N, but not enough to risk Jin’s wrath by attempting to speak with her or take any further notice of her.

The ride out to the family estate was silent. Jin fiddled with his phone while resting heavy hand on her thigh as they drove through the city. There was nothing for her to do but stare at the city as it went past. The path was a familiar one. She’d been to the family home before on multiple occasions. She had never suspected that it would be under these circumstances though. If someone had asked her a few months ago if she could see herself marrying Kim Seokjin, she would have laughed in their faces. She would have given anything to go back to those days, to go back to the day she had first entered Kim Seokjin’s life and turn and run for the hills. There was no use lingering on such thoughts though. This was her life, retched as it may be. She had to survive even if it meant submitting to someone as vile as Seokjin.

The house looked much like it always did, grand and imposing much like the people who inhabited it. She had never been fond of Jin’s parents. She’d always felt out of place in the large house. Seokjung was really the only member of the family that Y/N liked, but it wasn’t as if she knew him very well. That didn’t matter though. It wasn’t as if she got a say in who her in-laws were. She didn’t get a say in any of it.

When they exited the car, Mrs. Kim was standing there ready to greet them, well to greet Seokjin at least. She was an accessory on her son’s arm.

“Jinnie!” She cooed rushing forward to hug her son a smile stretched across her painted lips. “It’s been too long!”

“Eomma.” He greeted hugging her back. “This is Y/N.” He stepped back pushing her forward and bringing her to his mother’s attention.

“The assistant.” She mused staring down her nose at her. “She’s pretty at least.” She huffed taking her son by the arm and pulling him into the house with Y/N trailing behind. “Your father and I have been looking forward to seeing you. I can’t believe that my little boy is all grown up and getting married.” She sighed dramatically stopping in the foyer so that a maid could take both of their coats.  

“Son.” Mr. Kim walked into the room greeting his younger son in the stoic way that he always did. “This must be Y/N.” He nodded looking her up and down critically. “You picked well. She’s beautiful.”

“She’ll give us beautiful grandchildren.” His wife agreed looping her arm through his. “Don’t you think so, dear?”

“There’ll be plenty of time for talk of that later.” He hummed leading his wife towards the parlor for drinks as he and Jin began to talk business. Y/N trailed along her head bowed and arm looped through Jin’s.

She couldn’t help but wonder where Seokjung was. Surely he would be at a family dinner. He was her only saving grace in this nightmare of a dinner. She knew full well that he was the only one that would talk to her like a person and not just the pretty bimbo that their son was marrying. Jin certainly wasn’t going to make this evening any less awkward or her, but so far he was nowhere to be seen.

“Will Seokjung be joining us?” She dared to ask drawing the attention of the entire family to her.

Both Jin and his father stared at her with disapproval, but Jin’s mother pasted on a condescending smile. “Aren’t you sweet?” She hated the sickly sweet tone of the woman’s voice. “I’m sure he’s somewhere, maybe in the kitchen. He does so love to bother the staff in there.” She chuckled the sound grating against Y/N’s ears. “If you’re worried, you could go check on him, but I’m sure he’d be much happier eating in the kitchen than with the rest of the family.”

Y/N had to bite her tongue to keep her temper in check. It had always bothered her how the family treated Seokjung after the accident. He was paralyzed, not a pariah. “I think I will.” She pasted on a smile of her own ignoring the way look of slight annoyance and disapproval that Jin was giving her.

“Hurry back, darling.” He murmured placing a kiss on her cheek as he let her go.

She shot him a strained smile, but didn’t say anything else as she made her way towards the kitchen. It was where she normally ended up when she went to the Kim’s home. Much to her relief, Seokjung was inside when she entered the room which was oddly empty of staff.

“Hey, busy bee.” He greeted and she couldn’t help but smile at the fond nickname. It had started out mockingly when she had first met him, but it was an affectionate term now. “I see Jin finally got to you.”

“Not by choice.” She scoffed coming to take a seat across from him at the breakfast nook. “Can I ask you something?” Seokjung raised a brow taking a sip of his tea but making no move to stop her from asking. “Did Seokjin do this to you?”

The man froze something dark flashing in his eyes before it left again. He set down his cup and leveled her with a serious gaze. “And why do you ask that?” She raised a brow of her own waiting to see if he could piece things together on his own. Seokjung was by no means a stupid man despite how the rest of his family treated him. “I’m guessing the bruises on your wrists are from him.” He sighed leaning back in his chair. “How long?”

“Since this started.” She whispered staring down at the marks on her wrists. “There’s something very wrong with your brother.”

“I’m glad someone else is willing to recognize it.” He scoffed chuckling bitterly. “Yeah. This was his fault.”

“Your parents didn’t do anything?”

“Why would they? They always liked Jin better. Mother’s precious boy.” He shook his head as though clearing his thoughts before steering the attention back towards her. “How did he rope a sweet girl like you into this, bee?”

“Would you believe me if I said kidnapping?”

“He put his own brother in a wheel chair. I’d believe you.” He chuckled humorlessly. “Sweet kid like you doesn’t deserve this.”

“And you did?” She scoffed staring him down from across the table. “Your family is seriously fucked up.”

“I’m aware.” He rolled his eyes though a slight smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “How long do you have before Seokjin comes looking for you?”

“Not long.” She shudder hating the thought of going back to sit through dinner with Jin and his parents.

“Perfect.” The smile that overtook Seokjung’s face was vicious, his eyes too bright, too manic.

“What are you…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence. Jin had entered the room immediately zeroing in on her. “There you are, darling.” He walked over a frown on his face as he looked between her and his brother. “We were wondering what was taking you so long.”

He reached for her wrist only to freeze as a harsh thud sounded through the kitchen sending Jin crashing to the floor. Y/N watched in horror as Seokjung raised a pipe she hadn’t even been aware that he had up bringing it down on the disoriented Jin’s head with a sickening crack.

There was an odd sense of satisfaction that filled her as she watched a puddle of red almost the color of her dress form under Jin’s head.

“What…why?” Her gaze flitted back to Seokjung who was staring down at his brother with burning hatred.

“It’s time he got what was coming to him, rotten bastard.” He spat bringing the pipe down on his brother’s head again, Y/N flinching at the sight of it.

“Oh god…” She whispered her gaze flitting back to the growing puddle on the floor.

“Bee… bee!” Seokjung’s voice pulled her attention back to him before she could begin to spiral. “Do you wanna get out of here or not?” he asked his serious gaze keeping her pinned in place.

“What?”

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“More than anything.”

Seokjung nodded pulling a two bags out from the next to him at the breakfast nook and setting them on the table between them. “There’s a change of clothes in that bag. The tote has passport and a ticket on a flight leaving Korea later tonight as well as all the paperwork you’ll need to start a new life.”

Her head was reeling try to make sense of what was going on. “I don’t…”

“If you stay here my family is going to try to pin this on you. They can’t do that if you’re not here.”

“What are you… You planned this.” She breathed out in quite awe tinged with a little horror at the thought.

“You’ve given me the opportunity I’ve been looking for for ages. He’d never come visit me on his own, but he does so love to brag, and you’re the only one that would come looking for me in this hellhole.” He nudged the body with the pipe. “You’ve done me a favor, busy bee.”

“You killed him.”

“An eye for an eye.” He shrugged. “I’m just taking back what he took from me. Now do you want to get out of here or not?”

“More than anything.” She whispered pulling the bags towards her. “What about my dog?”

“Go to the states. Start fresh. I’ll send him along once you’re settled.” He ordered humming in approval as she began to move. “I have my driver waiting outside waiting to take you to the airport. You’re home free, bee. There’s even a phone in there. It’s got my number if you need anything.”

She stood up carefully avoiding the body and the blood as well as she could. “Why are you doing this for me?”

“You’re a sweet girl, bee, and you’ve always been kind to me. Don’t rat me out, and we can both be living the good life.”

She nodded letting the realization that he was giving her an out, a real out, settle in. “Okay…. Okay.”

“What will your parents say?”

He scoffed rolling himself back from the table. “You leave them to me. Now get out of here before they come looking for their precious son.”

She nodded resolutely making her way towards the door leading to the back entrance to the Kim house. “Thank you.”

“Good luck, busy bee.”

She made it to the door before turning back to look at Seokjung one last time before she left behind his crazy family for good. He nodded urging her to leave, a manic gleam in his eyes. He was enjoying this far too much, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. He’d set her free, and she’d take his secret to the grave.

She smiled, her first real smile in weeks. “Give them hell.”

“I plan to.”  

 epilogue....

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[yeojaa]

( ROSERAIE. )

What you had - so brilliant and beautiful and bright it was almost impossible to look at head-on - was what was tearing you two apart.  It was your love that would be your demise.  

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.

genre + rating.   my take on a hanahaki!au.  pretty heavy on the angst.  general.

tags / warnings.  mention of minor character death, breaking up, soulmates, angst, unrequited love, sick character (hanahaki), bittersweet, non-idol.

wc.  3.2k

beta reader(s).  my forever queens, @hobi-gif​ @snackhobi​!  you both bring such hope and joy (hahahaha) to my life!!!  and of course, the loveliest angels @joheun-saram​, @pars-ley​, and @ditttiii​ for reading through and giving me excellent feedback!

author note.  this is a part of @goldenclosetnetwork​‘s 23 | jungkook’s birthday project.  it’s my first time writing a hanahaki au so...  i have a lot of headcanons for it but i’m not sure whether it all came across in the story.  😰  eep.  anyway, please enjoy and feel free to leave any feedback.  i would love and appreciate it!  most importantly:  happy birthday, kook!  💖

Your parents were a young match.  Together from the tender age of eleven, they’d shared pieces of themselves readily, trading secrets in tree houses and blanket forts.  Nothing was held back - a childhood crush brought to life by playful ribbing and sugar-coated snacks.  Where your mother went, so did your father;  she was his light as much as he was her shadow.  Two halves of a destined whole, earnest and pure.  Friends first.  

It made perfect sense when they shared their dreams - the same one they’d had since they could remember - and it was identical:  swimming in the ocean with a faceless friend, families on their respective four and three-week long road trips.  They’d recognised each other immediately, felt the click the moment they stepped off the camper van.  Your father had called it cooties;  your mother said butterflies.

It didn’t matter that they’d never seen each other’s faces until that moment.  There was the spark.  Recognition.  The rest was history. 

Jungkook’s parents have been soulmates since the early 2000s.  His father had lost his wife - his first soulmate - exactly one year prior to their meeting.  He didn’t have his recurring dream until a fortnight before he met his wife.  Hadn’t expected it, either.  He’d been talking about his day in his local support group (it never got easier, he’d discovered) and he’d mentioned it in passing, glossing over the details of the vivid new pictures painted against his eyelids.  His second wife - his second chance - had attended after losing her son.  A complete chance.  Serendipitous. 

It wasn’t always simple, though.  The heartbreaking endings came just as often as the happy.  

There were people who lost their soulmates before even meeting them.  They’d never know they’d lost their first one until the next dream came - if it came.  If they were lucky enough.  

There were message boards and dating sites.  Places people stripped themselves bare and spilt their secrets to the world.  Desperate for love, they detailed their dreams and hoped that their other half was somewhere out there, reading those same words.  

Some, though, never found their special someone.  Life came at you fast and from all directions - or it never came at all, caught somewhere across the globe in the form of someone you’d never meet.  Those were the most painful circumstances, as if fate was cheating the system.  Here’s a love you know you have, but that you’ll never experience.  It was terribly cruel. 

(But when was life ever fair?)

There were stories about those that never found their puzzle piece and how it felt, whether it hurt.  Most said it was a quiet ache, something you never really noticed until you thought too closely about it, like a scar that had healed over or a loved one gone a long time.  Painful in an explicable way and only - luckily, miserably - softened by ignorance. 

Others spoke about it like death, missing an integral part of themselves.  It played a large part of their life, shaping and changing them with each passing day.  They couldn’t fully live without their person, even if they’d never met them.  It was simply the principal of the matter. 

You’d never quite existed in either camp.  You’d always wanted to find love but you hadn’t rushed it.  You figured you’d meet your happily ever after at some point.  Maybe at your work - caught between the shelves or returning an overdue book - or maybe out with your dog, walking the same route you took every day.  They’d show up one day.  You were sure of it. 

Love had a way of surrounding you. 

Your best friends - because of course the two of them would fall for each other (it was nauseating) - had found each other young too, on the grounds of the elementary school you all played on.  They’d been bonded since the beginning, secrets exchanged in art class and atop monkey bars.  You’d cheered them on the whole way, giddy in a way you couldn’t describe.  Being around it  felt like standing beneath the sun, scorching heat warming you all the way to the core.  It didn’t matter that you didn’t have it for yourself (yet). 

They’d come.  Eventually.  You felt it in your bones and later, you’d learn, in your shins.

He’d come around the corner fast as a bullet, headphones in and hood pulled over his head.  You’d barely have time to avoid him, poor coordination lending itself to disaster when only one of your feet would make it out of his path of destruction.  

BANG!  

It was something right out of a campy romance novel.  Guy goes jogging, runs headlong into his dearly beloved and nearly gives her a concussion.  He feels bad for her scraped knees and falls in love with her dog.  His morning runs become theirs and six weeks later, over a late night bite of contrasting gelato flavours - green tea for him, bubble gum for her - they fit the pieces together.

Jungkook’s the faceless boy you’d always dreamt of, one hand on the wheel, the other resting easily on your thigh.  He was the one with the slick black AppleWatch and long fingers.  You’d never imagined he’d be covered in ink, immaculate designs running the length of his forearm all the way back and across his shoulders.  In fact, you’d never thought about tattoos at all. 

You get your first and only one with him - intricate red looped around your wrists and over your pinkies.  Your own, very real string of fate, sealed and signed forever in rouge. 

He was your Prince Charming, your best friend, your bonafide soulmate.  You’d done everything together - skydiving, snorkelling, silly photos atop the Eiffel Tower.  He’d adapted to your distaste of onions and took them all, meticulously picking them out of stir fries and sauces until not a single sliver remained.  You’d learnt to tolerate his unbearably fast driving, white-knuckled and silent when he’d tear around corners too fast in a car too low. You fit perfectly, filling all the spaces he could never, keeping him whole even when he was broken.  

Your love was of fairy tales but it was better than that too.  Real.  Concrete.  Solid.

Until it wasn’t.    

The two of you had never had any other choice.

That’s what it feels like, at least.  He’d done his best - tried every little thing he could’ve possibly imagined - and it’d all amounted to nothing.  He’d gone through all the motions, explored every avenue, given everything he had.  It wasn’t working.  This thing he wanted with every fibre of his being, that he’d hoped for his whole life, just wasn’t working.  It wasn’t for him.

“I’m sorry,”  he cries, and he knows you know he means it.  You can read it between every line of his expression, tucked among the neatly scrawled india ink in faded red, underlining the passages you’d written together.  He is sorry.  He’d never meant to do this to you, nor you to him.  He’d wanted to give you it all - make all your hopes and dreams come true.

Sometimes, fate just had other plans.  

Because what the two of you had - so brilliant and beautiful and bright it was almost impossible to look at head-on - was what was tearing you apart.  It was your love that would be your demise.  

And he can’t bear to hurt the one he loves.  

He’d tried so hard.  Really, he had.  You had too, more than he ever deserved. 

There was simply no other option.  You’d always come up short.  You weren’t the one for him - not anymore - no matter how badly you wanted to be.  You weren’t the one meant for him.  You’d fumble for that ledge - held so impossibly high, just barely out of reach - before falling right back to where you began.  The bottom.  He couldn’t stand to see you there, brought to your knees once, twice, a hundred times.  

He’d lose count if not for the petals.

Little ones, at first.  Tiny pieces of silk you’d found on your pillowcase, outside the shower, in your water glass.  They’d been unassuming - reminders you could easily ignore.  

Then they’d grown, velvet softness that made it hard to breathe, that had him rubbing soothing circles over your skin, earnest vows winding like vines around your airways.  Neither of you had had any idea why it was happening.  You were soulmates - bound to each other and destined since the beginning.  Your love wasn’t unrequited. 

“We’ll figure it out,”  he’d said.  Sworn.  “We’ll get through this.”

Your heart had broken with each promise;  his had too, differently, but in perfect tandem.  

(Spring still came, steadily, with a rose garden blooming within your insides and freesias in your nose.) 

It wasn’t his fault.  You would never blame him, even when it was his fist that broke yours, splintered it into a million pieces that cut worse than the thorns in your lungs.  You knew this was just as hard for him.  He’d had to watch you wither away, even as a patchwork of flowers blossomed in the spaces he’d thought he could keep safe.  He hated it - could barely take it.  It kept him up all night, tears in his eyes.  Even when he slept - managed it, every few days - it’d prompt him awake in a cold sweat.

If he’d known then what had changed, maybe he could’ve fixed it sooner.  Maybe he could’ve saved you the heartache.  (Weeks later and during a coffee break with the new girl at his startup was not how he’d expected to find his answer.)

“I love you,”  you tell him, an ocean of sadness.  He loves you too, more than anything, more than there are stars in the sky.  He loves you with every part of himself - and yet he knows now that’s what’s causing this.  He loves you, but not in the right way.  Every touch he offers is wrong, leaving you bruised, broken, barely breathing.  It’s a disease - a venereal infection that seeps beneath skin and bone, settling within the marrow.  It changes you from the inside out, realigns your DNA until you’re mutated and miserable. 

The realisation is devastating:  his love causes more harm than it heals. 

So he stands there now, caught in the distance between you, eyes melancholy blue.  His composure is frayed, crippled beneath the weight of your circumstance.  He tries to memorise your face in these last moments - the colour of your hair, the shape of your stare.  How you sound in the morning - voice raspy with sleep, dust caught in your eyes.  The way you hold him close and the feeling of your eyelashes against his neck in the early hours.  

Jeon Jungkook doesn’t want this to end.  He doesn’t want to lose you, give you - this - up but he has to.  He has to, for you.  To give you a chance.  

Even after having so little - only five short years - you were about to lose the rest of your lives.  

You pack your bags - he helps, folding your favourite sweater (one of his, in truth) alongside your toiletries and undergarments - and you prepare to do the thing that you should never have to do.  You sign papers, dot I’s and cross T’s, and put all your treasured memories away into cardboard boxes to never be touched again.  You label them neatly and dress tape over edges;  Band-Aids meant to hold together the deepest wounds.

You’re going under by anaesthetic and he’ll be here, where he has everything he wishes he could give you.  A love he doesn’t deserve, within arms he wishes were yours. 

He wonders whether he’ll still feel the pull once it’s done or whether his heart will stay there, tucked somewhere beneath the dug up roots.  Whether it’ll be safe, undiscovered like a long lost treasure.  

It’s best this way.  He tells himself that - loops it on repeat until it’s the only thing he can think.  It has to be better.  For you, for you, for you. 

He knows he’ll carry you with him forever.  Like the air in his lungs, you’ll keep him going.  

He’s snapped back to the present, to the small hallway of the home you’d built together.  The traces of you are gone - all the photos hidden away, your row of shoes missing from beside his.  It’s strangely bare.  He knows it won’t last long.  She’ll be here next week.

Your hand pushes against his cheek, thumb caressing along the seam of his bottom lip, right where the freckle sits.  He’s a thief - a criminal, a sinner - when he dips his head, presses back into the warmth of your palm.  This isn’t for him to take but he does anyway, eagerly and with deep regret. 

“I love you.”  Your voice cuts through all the white noise and agony - a beacon in the night, guiding him home.  

He smiles, half-hearted and weak and not even his.  Every part of him screams at him to beg you not to do it, to accept him for the man he is - lost and weak and sorry.  He almost drops to his knees - fights tooth and nail against his aching limbs not to - and brings a hand to yours.  The red threads looped around your wrists fit perfectly together, the ends of inked rope caught around your pinkies matching when his fingers slot between yours. 

Don’t do this, he pleads, without words or hope. 

“I’ll love you forever,”  you tell him - promise like he had you.  “You’ll always be the brightest star in my sky, Jeon Jungkook.”

He almost cracks - seams near splitting, adhesive tearing from skin - when you return his smile and he can see how hard it is.  You’re already broken, all the pieces of your puzzle in terrible disarray. 

You’re trying, for him. 

“I’m so sorry,” he answers, because that is kinder than an I love you that doesn’t mean what you need it to.  Because you deserve better - you deserve it in the same way you mean it. 

So he’ll let you leave and he’ll pray this isn’t the worst decision of his whole life.  

“I’ll see you.”  

He hopes so.  He can’t bear the idea of losing you again.  He doesn’t think even she could fix him if he had to. 

“Be safe,”  he whispers, in a voice that stutters your stare and shatters what little resolve you have left.  He sees it in your eyes - all the crystallised parts of your composure turned to ash.  He wishes he could be sorry.  He’s not.  

“I love you,”  you repeat with an air of finality. 

Jungkook does the same:  “I’m sorry.” 

You leave, ushered into the back of your mother’s tiny sedan.  She helps you with your bags and your seatbelt, rubbing your shoulder carefully when baby’s breath slips past your lips and falls all over your lap.  She meets his stare when she climbs into the driver’s seat.  He tries to read her expression.  Understanding?  Resentment?  Gratitude?  

The car pulls away with a groan, disappearing down the tree-lined street.  Jungkook stands in the doorway for far longer than he should.

He’s moved on - settled down with the girl of his dreams.  Literally.  

She’s nothing like you, sarcastic and stubborn with a staunch refusal to ever come second best.  She laughs maybe a bit too loud, giving him shit when he orders in another car part.  She’d eat an onion raw, if she could, and takes showers hot enough to slough the skin from her bones.  They have a home together and in a year’s time, he thinks he’ll propose.  He’s not in any rush, though, because he knows she’s his forever.  

(Knows it, even though you’d once been that same shining star to him.  He has to believe it won’t happen again.  Life can’t screw someone twice, right?  Lightning never strikes the same spot or something like that?)

Still, he tries to forget the feeling of you.  

It isn’t as hard as he’d thought it would be.  The love exists as it always has, just differently, in the palm of his hand and not the space behind his ribs.  You’re his best friend and he is disgustingly, unbelievably lucky.  

He’d gotten his second chance.  Even if he’d once resented it, he had everything now.  

You still go for your morning runs and he still changes your oil because you’d never learnt how to.  His parents invite you for Sunday dinners;  you’re gracious enough to decline them.  You don’t see it as pity - you just don’t want to intrude.  (It isn’t your place any longer.)  You accept all the changes readily, without regret.  You promise you’ll go by one day.  

Your parents never speak to him.  He doesn’t blame them.  At the supermarket, on the street, in passing when he’s coming and they’re leaving - it’s radio silent.  

It’s been six months and you haven’t dreamt at all.  They’d hoped - prayed - that you’d find someone new after him, someone to treat you right.  You don’t mind, you tell them.  I’ll meet my special eventually, you say (again, again).

He wonders whether you resent them for it - their concern, perhaps a bit overbearing and offered with a heavy hand.  If you do, you say nothing, playing along each time they suggest you meet another friend’s son, another junior at your father’s accounting firm.  You don’t understand the sad way they watch you. 

“I’m sorry,”  he mumbles one night, seated at the neighbourhood cafe you’d frequented on your first date.  Your idea, because you loved coffee and, in your old words, this was your place.  The start of it all, where he’d knocked you hard onto pavement and stolen your heart in the process.

You don’t remember it now.  Not in the same way. 

This is somewhere you come for their great matcha lattes, where you waste a few too many evenings when you just want to get out of the house.  It isn’t the place he’d told you he loved you or where you’d resolved your first fight.  

(It’d been stupid.  He’d forgotten to pick up groceries for your first dinner with your parents.  You’d been so stressed you’d snapped at him, carrying tension into the rest of the evening.  He’d apologised with an almond croissant and your favourite green drink.)  

It’s like a wall has gone up, splitting your heart in two.  The part of you that’d once been Jungkook’s remains out of reach, caught behind a gate neither of you have the key to.  

“For what?”  You quip, a milk moustache presenting itself over the rim of your mug.   

Jungkook shrugs.  He can’t make you understand.  “Y’know,”  he mumbles into his red bean mochi bun.  It sticks to his teeth and coats them in soft white flour.  “Just— everything.”  It’s not enough, either as an explanation or an apology.  It falls terribly short, barely worthy of a participation trophy.  

“It’s fine.”  You say it every time, clockwork in response to the same apology he always gives - out of the blue and vague.

“No, but I’m—”

You level him with a glare.  It might’ve hurt once but now it settles like a scolding from a sibling.  He reminds himself this is how it should be, you there and him here - two parallel lines.  

The guilt never goes away. 

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