#I've really been trying to keep to my schedule but rules are meant to be broken! I've never been particularly stringent on them anyhow

[fortisfilia]

Promised Part 10 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 3k

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Part 10 - Mors Grano

The days after Avery’s poor attempt to gather information went by quite eventfully. Not only had Avery and Lestrange almost gotten expelled by Dippet for what they had done, but had received the worst detention you had ever heard of. 

Every day, up until the N.E.W.T.s would start, they had to help Mr Carpe, Hogwarts’ caretaker, clean every last bit of the castle. Without magic of course. And when they weren’t scrubbing floors, cleaning windows, or polishing trophies, they were copying the school rules on parchment, by hand. The amount of paper they had to fill wouldn’t even fit into an entire classroom, had it not been rolled up. 

Even if they wanted to, their new schedule didn't give them enough time to follow you or even think about you. They barely had enough time to finish their homework before tumbling into their beds. You would have felt sorry for them, but Tom’s snarky grin, which he wore every time you saw the two in the hallways, was a reminder that they deserved it. 

Thank Merlin you hadn’t told Avery much when he had disguised himself as Tom. You had just confirmed that the engagement had been arranged but fortunately hadn’t said anything about your sister. There had been worse rumours going around about Tom and you. 

Camille almost didn’t believe you when you told her what they had done. After a lot of head shaking and “no, they didn’t”s she just stared at you with her mouth open and proceeded to laugh for a full minute or two when you told her about their punishment. 

It was a lucky coincidence that she had found an interest in Ben, as she didn’t mind now that you were spending a lot more time with Tom. She was preoccupied as well by the looks of it. 

After the accidental sleepover, you had stayed in Tom’s dorm overnight more often. Not on accident though. It had become a routine, to have another quick chat with Camille after classes, arrange some dates for when you wanted to study together and then make your way to Tom’s.

Tom was sitting at his desk when you entered the room, apparently deep in thought and studying the Potions book he had gifted you.

“Alright?” you said when you closed the door.

He nodded as you went up to him.

“Found anything interesting for the Moly?” you asked. “It still looks quite healthy to me.”

“Not really,” he answered and turned towards you. “Nothing specific.”

“Oh, I just got an owl from my parents.” You crammed the letter out of your bag and handed it to him. “They set the date. For the wedding.”

Tom read the letter quietly, his eyebrows twitching slightly once or twice.

“June 30th,” he said.

“That’s only one day after we graduate,” you stated. “Seems like they can’t wait for the big day.”

He nodded as he gazed into the flames inside the fireplace, a tiny grin pulling on the edge of his mouth before he looked up at you. “Can you?”

To keep the giggle that was building up inside you from bursting out, you took Tom's hand, tugged lightly on it and gestured towards the couch where you wanted to sit. He closed the potions book but kept a finger in it, taking it with him as you led him over.

“Well, I don’t know,” you said as you let yourself fall onto the cushion. “It still doesn’t feel real, does it?”

He nodded in agreement.

“I can’t wait to try on the dress, though. That’ll be exciting,” you went on and noticed him smiling. “And then there’s the most important part, of course.”

He gave you a look as if to say he didn’t know what you meant.

“Elsie,” you explained. “Your uncle will lift her curse completely then. Or so I hope at least.”

Morfin had to, didn’t he? It was part of the pact after all. Tom and you would get married so that they would free your sister. As much as you wanted to believe that the Gaunts were trustworthy, there had been a nasty sting in your stomach ever since the engagement. Would they give up, even when they had won? They wouldn’t be able to control you anymore afterwards, or Tom, or anyone but themselves. Marvolo’s filthy grin appeared in your head. Would he ever give it a rest?

“He will free her, won’t he?” you asked.

Tom looked into your eyes for a moment, then cleared his throat. “Well, it’s what they agreed on.”

“But?”

“But,” he went on, “You’ve seen how they are.”

An invisible weight seemed to pull on your limbs and the sting in your stomach got more intense. 

“They’ll never let go,” you sighed. “But how-”

Tom shook his head and exhaled slowly. “I have to show you something.”

He gave you the Potions book and opened it at the page where he had put his finger before. “I thought you’d come across it on your own, but as I noticed you wouldn’t… Just see for yourself.”

You stared at him for a moment, wondering what Morfin’s book had to do with anything, before looking down at it. Tom pointed at a recipe, written in scrawled handwriting:

Mors Grano or The Dust Of Slow DeathThe dust is used to be scattered over an item and will cling to the first person that touches it.Vanishes the second the victim comes in contact, which makes it very hard to be detected and cured.Victims will suffer from a distinctively harsh cough, as well as pain and flu-like symptoms, which will worsen each day until they become fatal. The average time until death is around three weeks after the first encounter with Mors Grano. In most cases, the victim will lose their life before the appropriate antidote can be given. 

You didn't bother to read the list of ingredients, your hands shaking too much to make out a word. You had heard of Mors Grano before. Professor Binns had mentioned it in History of Magic when you had learned about the Passing of Men in 1650. Hundreds of witches had poisoned their abusive husbands with it when the dust had been invented. It had taken years to find out what had caused such an increased number of deaths, all of them male wizards. The potion and most of its ingredients had been banned, and no cases had been reported since.

Until now. Suddenly it all made sense. The Gaunts had sent the letter and covered it in Mors Grano. They had known all along how to cure Elsie and had waited patiently, days and weeks, letting your sister suffer until Father had contacted them. No wonder the owl had given her the letter, even though it was addressed to Father. They had specifically chosen her. A ten-year-old, innocent, little girl. 

Nausea hit you like a brick, coupled with the immediate need to punch something as your stomach twisted and turned in ways you had never felt before. A thin layer of sweat had formed on your forehead and your hands were still shaking.

“They…” you whispered. “And you knew?”

Tom swallowed thickly. “I didn’t at first. But then I came across it when Morfin prepared the poison.”

"And you never told me?" you asked, your voice rising and threatening to break as you tried to get up.

“Let me explain,” Tom said and grabbed your hand. “Sit down.”

“What is there to explain?” you asked, trying to pull away from his grip. “You’ve known for months. Even before your first visit. Before Elsie got sick. And you never tried to prevent it, nor did you tell me.”

Tom's grip on your hand tightened the more you tried to get him off you. “I said let me explain. I let you explain yourself when I saw you with Avery, didn’t I? Imagine I just ran away then. Now sit down.”

Finally, his grip loosened, allowing you to tear your hand away from him. Not knowing what to think or say, you sat down but couldn’t bring yourself to even look in his direction.

“Yes, I knew,” he began with a sigh. “And I didn’t care. But even when I started to care, I couldn’t tell you. Or anyone. I still can’t. I’m unable to talk about it. They were a step ahead. Understand?”

The Gaunts were a step ahead. They always wanted to be. Just like on Christmas Day, when they wanted you and Tom to do-

“An unbreakable vow?” you asked with wide eyes. “You had to vow not to tell anyone.”

He nodded. “I vowed not to tell. But I didn’t vow not to show.”

He turned one page inside the book and handed it to you again.

Mors Grano - antidote

Ingredients: 

The skin of a snake

2 fresh Foxgloves

3 blossoms of a Moly

4 drops of Moondew

5 tears of a Banshee

The antidote. Full with an ingredient list and instructions. 

“Morfin brewed it already then? They gave it to Elsie, otherwise, she wouldn’t have gotten better.”

“He didn’t complete it,” Tom answered, apparently trying not to say something that would interfere with the vow.

“He left out something? They gave her an unfinished antidote?”

Tom nodded. 

“The tears?” you guessed, solely because it was the most powerful and rare item on the list.

“I’m not sure. They never let me into his chamber after the engagement.”

“Can we… Can we steal it from him? And add the last ingredient?”

“Marvolo has the flask on him at all times. He’s suspicious, even of Morfin.”

Bloody hell. Marvolo’s paranoia was a real pain. You scanned the antidote again, thinking of all the ways you could get your hands on that potion.

“But I could brew it myself. Most of the ingredients are easy to find. Foxgloves are for sale in Diagon Alley, I’ve seen them countless times. The Moly, we have it here,” you listed and looked at it standing on the desk, finally realising why Tom had tried to keep it alive so badly. “Snakeskin from Nagini. We just wait for her to shed. Moondew and the Banshee tears will be tricky, however.”

Tom nodded at every new thing you had said. “You figured it out.”

Your stomach had stopped squirming at the glimmer of hope you had for saving Elsie. You carefully read the recipe for the antidote again, understanding how long it would take and how hard it would be to get the potion right. If everything went well, it would be finished by mid to late June at the earliest. Besides, Slughorn had never taught you such advanced techniques. Now that you were thinking of your Professor, it began to dawn on you. “Do you think Slughorn has Moondew and Banshee tears in his chamber?”

“Possibly,” Tom answered. “But do you really want to steal from him after what Avery and Lestrange did? I’m sure he’s got it all locked up in his office now.”

“Well, I have to try. Where else would I get those things from? And I better try soon. The antidote will take months to make as it is and the earlier I start, the better.”

Tom took the book, got up from the couch and put it into the drawer of his desk, closing it shut slowly.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“We’re going to Slughorn then, aren’t we? Come on.”

You followed him out hastily, trying to sort out your thoughts. Frankly, you had not expected to get the ingredients this quickly.

“Wait, how are we going to do it?” you asked, struggling to keep pace. “We can’t just sneak in and grab the things we need. He might be in there.”

“Even better then,” Tom said, not deigning to look at the other students strolling along the hallways. “I talk, you get the stuff.”

Slughorn's office was on the sixth floor, so it took a while to reach it. Your mind was still racing around the facts you had just been given and you needed to talk about it.

“I can’t believe they made you vow,” you muttered. “Marvolo and Morfin are…”

“Bastards,” he finished your sentence when you stepped from one of the moving staircases to another. “I’m aware.”

Everyone who knew them longer than a minute had to be aware of the fact. You were the only people on the staircase, floating higher up towards your destination. Tom looked over his shoulder to double-check if anyone could hear him.

“You know what,” he said pensively. “I actually expected people to ask me what I, or my family, had done to make the engagement happen. Seeing as it was them who got the ball rolling. But everyone suspected you. They all thought your parents bribed us.”

A sour smile had formed on your face as you thought about what to answer. One that, for all you knew, every woman had worn at least once in her life. 

“A woman's intentions will always be questioned a hundred times harsher than those of a man, Tom. What else is new?”

He pressed his lips together, nodded and kept quiet until you reached the sixth floor.

“Wait,” you said and got a hold of his hand when you had entered the corridor of Slughorn’s office. “I wanted to thank you. For helping me. The book, the Moly and now this. You know you don’t have to.”

He squeezed your fingers lightly in response, stepped closer and you pulled him in further. With his arms around you and your head pressed against his chest, you shut your eyes for a moment, feeling his lips on your forehead for a fraction of a second. When you looked up at him, his mouth parted, then closed again, stopping himself from saying something. His eyes, dark and restless, searched yours for a moment before returning to their usual deadpan state.

“Believe me, no one hates Marvolo and Morfin more than me. If I can make their lives more difficult, I’ll gladly do it.”

There wasn’t a lot of time to take in Tom’s words when you separated. There it was. The door to Slughorn’s room.

“Get behind me,” Tom instructed. “Make sure he doesn’t see you.”

You did as he said, your back against the stone wall, watching from a distance how Tom knocked on the door and Slughorn opened it.

“Oh, Tom,” the Professor said. “Good afternoon. What brings you here?”

“Good afternoon Professor. I hope I’m not disturbing you. I have some questions about Avery and Lestrange. I’m trying to sort out some things for Professor Dippet. Would you mind letting me in?”

Slughorn opened the door fully and stepped back. “Of course, boy, of course. Come in.”

Tom had left the door open for you to slip in behind them, which you instantly did. He lured Slughorn to the far end of his office, walking backwards and keeping an eye on you. Slughorn’s potion stock was right next to the entrance, where you knelt between the shelves, in case he would turn around unexpectedly.

The small drawers weren’t tagged, but you noticed that their contents were sorted alphabetically. As you silently roamed through them, you could hear Tom and Slughorn speak.

“So, Professor,” Tom said. “Do you know if Avery and Lestrange have taken anything else? Apart from the Polyjuice Potion?”

The Professor hummed. “Not that I’m aware of, no. Why?”

Every single drawer was filled to the brim with ingredients, some vials even contained finished potions, but you still hadn't seen the things you were looking for. It was a delicate act to go through everything so quickly while remaining quiet and ensuring not to miss anything.

“Well, there were some items found. Residues of Moondew and Banshee tears,” Tom explained.

“Banshee tears?” Slughorn asked.

“Yes. We can’t be sure if it was them, but I thought if you missed those things from your supply, the two might have something to do with it.”

“No, everything else is there, I counted it myself,” Slughorn assured. “What baffles me are the Banshee tears.”

Tom was an excellent liar, even though Slughorn would have probably bought anything his favourite student said. The bottom drawer at the penultimate row was stuck. You pulled the handle tightly but it only opened up an inch and gave a screech while it did, making you freeze from fear.

“Did you hear something?” Slughorn asked, his voice echoing your way.

“No, I didn’t,” Tom answered and coughed. “Why are you surprised about the Banshee tears, sir?”

“Well, those tears are rare,” the teacher answered, his head directed towards Tom again. “Very rare and also not very legal, boy. I’ve never seen them anywhere in my whole life. They couldn’t have been from me.”

No Banshee tears from Slughorn then. You pulled out your wand and cast a nonverbal spell to loosen the stuck drawer. Should have done that right away, you thought to yourself. Finally, it opened smoothly and your eyes went over all the flasks and their name tags. Mandrake, Maw, Mistletoe berry, Mollowsweed ... Moondew. Thank Merlin! There were over ten vials of it in the drawer, so you hastily took out one and put it into your pocket.

You peeked over the counter, locked eyes with Tom, and pointed towards the door to let him know you would leave.

“I see,” Tom went on, his eyes back on Slughorn. “We’ll have to look into that. Anyway, if you do notice some Moondew missing, against all expectations, I’m going to have another talk with Dippet about Avery and Lestrange.”

“I’ll let you know, boy. Thank you.”

“Enjoy your evening, sir.”

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[clever-fox-studios]

Art Lessons

I'm just dropping this here because the idea keeps floating in my head about revisiting something I did back in the SAMS server (yes, hi, I was there, some of you probably know me from art chat) that I really enjoyed and I've been considering trying again to provide accessible resources to young or under-skilled artists.

So, back in the day (early 2023) when I was there (SAMS), I held a couple of streams where I tried to explain anatomy and breaking down bodies into shapes and how those lessons overlapped into other subjects like non-humans. I felt there was a moderate success, as I am and always have been, self-taught and thus I don't have the formal knowledge that comes from university classes (though I would like some one day); having been online enough I've seen the biases in the art community with the agism and such where older people who "missed" the window of opportunity are often pushed aside because they're expected to "know" by now how to Do The Thing when they weren't given the same opportunities then.

I've also seen how most how-to books, videos and classes, in many countries, seem to lack general fundamentals as part of their criteria; the number of 'students' who professed that their teachers or the instructor seemed to assume they had a basic idea of how to draw already before starting class was... staggering to say the least.

"I didn't know what [this] meant, I was just told to do it."

"We were never taught how to break this down, we just had to copy [this]."

Etc.

Nevermind the style biases; I despise the "Anime isn't art" arguments and how they try to force a style onto the learners as if they're superior for being 'traditional' or 'realistic'. I'm a person who does push for the fundamentals because they can be applied to all styles in some way; learn the rules to then break the rules and all that. Technical skill is not the same as style, in my book.

So, that being said, I would really love to revisit those streams one day soon, if the interest is still there. I'm planning to open a discord server for it where I can host the small-scale streams until I get a platform open for larger audiences; I'm thinking Twitch, but my set up isn't really good for that, and I need a certain amount of watch time/followers on Tiktok and Youtube (for some stupid reason) so while I figure that out, discord is better than nothing. VODs could be made or uploaded to Youtube later for review until I make proper edited stuff, but that's much later.

I just really miss offering help because art should be accessible and no one should feel isolated in the "you should know by now" bubble simply because their living situation or environment didn't afford them the time or resources to sit and draw all day, every day and teach themselves where classes failed or assumed they knew what they were dong already. Also, that live feedback can help a lot and allow others to run at their own pace instead of getting steamrolled by the 'natural talent' as I can repeat or revisit something and answer questions in real-time (as much as I'm able).

So if that's something that seems fun or interesting, I'd leave it open to any age (behave yourselves) to come learn; if I get enough interest I'll start making the discord and think of a schedule plan, but for now it's an idea!

Thank you for dropping by!

#art lessons #beginner artist #how to draw #discord #stream #art stream #classes #learn to draw #skill building

[amysubmits]

Good evening. I’m hoping you can help a relative newbie out a little. I’ve been reading and educating myself (on here as well as outside sources away from Tumblr) on the D/s dynamic and DD (domestic discipline) lifestyle. My partner and I have had many discussions about our relationship & what the D/s dynamic will look like for us (at least initially as we expect moving forward that it will evolve and change), and they have expressed their desire for our relationship as a whole to be rooted in the DD lifestyle. I’ve read extensively on several sites about what that means and what it may look like for us as we negotiate our power exchange within that framework. My question keeps coming back to the idea of “maintenance spankings”. I am not at all opposed to spankings, and readily accept spankings as a form of discipline for infractions of the rules, but the idea that I require “maintenance spankings” from time to time is a puzzler to me. I’m having a hard time understanding the WHY behind a maintenance spanking, and the benefit of such a spanking. If there is a clearly established rule (an agreed upon expectation), and I break that rule or fall short of the expectation, then the punishment spanking is penance for breaking the rule and the corrective discipline moving forward is meant to prevent further infractions. (Young child is going to touch a hot surface and burn themselves—hand is slapped with the command “NO! Hot!”—child learns/internalizes the concept of not touching a hot surface) But the idea that a “maintenance spanking” is beneficial to the submissive in some way is elusive to me. Is it purely about establishing/maintaining the power exchange (I’m the Dominant/you’re the submissive and this is what that means), is it meant to be some sort of catharsis for the submissive, or is it something altogether different that I’m just not understanding? I understand spanking as part of play or foreplay, and spankings for a masochist or sadist, and discipline spankings. I’m just not understanding the WHY of “maintenance spankings”.

Hi!

My view is that all styles of D/s should be a la carte. Don't need them? Don't want them? Then it's 100% valid to just not incorporate them within your personal D/s or DD dynamic.

On the 'why' of maintenance spankings - it varies from relationship to relationship. It can be any of the things you suggested! Totally depends on the relationship and how they choose to utilize maintenance spankings.

For some, maintenence spankings are used to try to basically remind the sub/bottom that spankings hurt, basically. The goal with this is to basically remind the sub to behave even if they haven't misbehaved. These might be less painful than punishment spankings, and the mood isn't as serious because a misdeed hasn't occurred, but they'd still be serious. Not sexual or playful, etc.

For others, maintenence spankings are more emotionally neutral (no serious or playful), they're basically just scheduled spankings. Some feel that experiencing physical pain gives them emotional release and having scheduled maintenance spankings helps them to maintain their mood and/or their feelings of submission.

I've also seen couples where they have scheduled maintenance spankings but they are playful or sexual so it's more of just about having a consistent schedule for when playful spankings will definitely occur, for some.

And for others, maintenance can be not on a set schedule but a type of spanking that is done if the sub (or dom, I suppose!) are needing or wanting an explicit "role reminder".

Back to you, specifically. If you're just really against the idea, set it as a limit. If you may be open to it but aren't sure...then I'd recommend talking about it in detail.

It may be really helpful to talk to your partner about what maintenance means to them. Why do they want to include maintenance spankings in your dynamic and why?

Sometimes when looking to start D/s people just assume they'll do a D/s-y thing because it's what other D/s couples do and it isn't even that important to them personally when they think about it. If they don't care about it and you have hesitations, maybe it makes sense to just not do it.

Or maybe it has been more thought out and they are particularly drawn to the idea or do really think it will fit your individual needs well. Maybe they think you would benefit from using pain to release stress. Maybe they like the idea of knowing they'll get to spank you each Thursday a 8pm and thought you would too. Maybe they assume that you'll need a role reminder periodically. Maybe they want to have some not-full-on-punishment option to reach for before a rule is broken. I'm sure there are other possible reasons, too. I'd try to have a conversation to figure out what their thinking is.

And on your side, raise your concerns. I could be incorrectly reading between the lines, but your message made me wonder if you're worried about feeling like you're being punished when you haven't broken any rules. If that's a concern, raise that - if you have other concerns like you just don't imagine yourself actually needing them, then say so. Then once you have laid out your concerns, and their reasons for interest, maybe it'll be easier to figure out what is right for you guys...maybe that will be not doing maintenance, maybe I'll be doing maintenance but in a way that avoids your concerns, maybe it'll be starting DD without maintenance, but then looking to see if there are signs that you could benefit from them, or if you're good without them. There are endless options, really. It's all up to what you guys want to do and what you're both comfortable with.

Hope this helps. Best of luck to you guys. :)

#asks

[questioned-quetzalcoatl]

Call me Satan, Darling. Part 5

AN: Finally released!! Sorry for the wait, we've been moving a lot and I didn't really have time to write but I'm back to my regular schedule!

-v-

Rating: T

Parings: New Zealand/Tonga (Hetalia)

Characters: New Zealand, Tonga, other side characters

Variation: Demon/Human AU

Summary: When Kainga, an exchange student from Tonga, travels to New Zealand for his studies, he expects all to go well. It does. All except getting hit by a car by Satan himself, who also happens to be his seductive roommate. Kainga finds himself slowly falling for the devil after his declaration of love. Because nothing truly says 'I love you' more than being run off the road by a rusty old Ute.

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad!

Contents:

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2]

[Chapter 3]

[Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6]

[Chapter 7]

[Chapter 8]

[Chapter 9]

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The air is dense, heavy and unnerving to say the least. His eyes desperately dashing around the room, laced with a nervous sweat causing the skin on the back of his legs to stick to the black leather couch. On edge as his mind started to ring. It was the day, coming on 7'o clock, Friday. While most people now were coming home from work, happy it's the weekend, Kainga was shaking as he mentally prepared himself for a date with Satan. The crucifix laid heavily in his pocket, he grasped at it for a bit, his fingers hooking around it's smooth wooden edges. It felt like a bag of rocks or a bowling ball the way it sat dauntingly in his pocket. He felt like he was about to gag out his own heart with fear, sharp pricks from the wool of his sweater digging into his hot skin from the sweat. Anxiety stricken, he waited under nothing more than a hasty breath.

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James swallowed thickly under the grueling stare of Marianne, who possessed a sour look towards the man she'd received an earful from when it came to his 'Master plan' when it sounded like some pitiful spoiled Kindergartener trying to get his own way. James raised both his brows and gestured for her to continue after they had pledged the office into complete silence, the only sound, the ticking of an old Grandfather Clock in the corner of the room.

"Well..."

"That..? THAT'S YOUR PLAN?!" Marianne finally yelled at him, causing James to furrow his brows back in annoyance.

"Yes Marianne, that is my plan. That is why I've been absent..."

He tried to retaliate but Marianne cut him off with a flick of her hand, silencing him. She held a finger up to his face, hunched over his desk in utter disbelief. She couldn't even look at him. Her long fingers, dressed in bright red extended fingernails that could claw someone's eye out, finally clenched into a raging ball.

"You're telling me...Oh Satan almighty...That you've been absent from your royal duties, the ones I'M meant to help you keep track of, and I find out you're up there...flaunting with some poor human you almost killed. Not only that...you plan to make this human, this, MORTAL...Queen of Hell...After you traumatized him then declared your love for him. And you just expect everyone to... BE OKAY WITH THAT?!?! THAT'S YOUR PLAN?!"

Marianne was beyond herself at this point. A flicker of flint in her eye as her clenched fist came crashing down on Satan's wooden desk, causing him to jump a little at the sudden collision.

"Well yeah, I do expect everyone t' be okay with that...I'm Sata-"

James was interrupted by a newly sharpened pencil hurtling towards him like a missile. He quickly dodged out the way as it lodged itself deep into his red padded chair, going completely through it. Marianne stared so angrily at him it seemed like the reading glasses she wore were about to melt right off of her nose.

"As your secretary, advisor if you will...it is my job to make sure you rule Hell, and rule it well. I will NOT let you flunk around with some human when you have entire dimensions to rule. Not only that I will NOT let you make a human your Queen. You're an immature delusional psychopath who needs to learn were your priorities lay. Me and the rest of hell will NOT be taking your BULLSHIT. Do I make myself very clear mon Seigneur..?"

James bit his lip before hastily meeting her gaze with a rather bored expression.

"I'm still going through with it Marianne...I will make Kainga my queen." he stated blankly, pulling the pencil from the back of his chair. Twiddling it in front of her face. "You and the rest of hell know we've been waiting for a Queen to rule by my side. Now we finally have an opportunity to do so..."

"Mortals are not able to survive down here" she spat at him. "You know for a fact you're not allowed to purposely kill mortals, it's against your moral code, you know for a fact you'll be slain by the heavenly court if you do. You tempt humans into sin, not kill them. You tempt them to kill each other and themselv-"

Marianne paused and stared at him. The gloss shine in her eyes sparking as they widened with shock and realization. James twisted his mouth into a vile grin and looked up at her from his desk. The pencil in his grasp sizzled as he clenched it, the pencil disintegrated into smoking black ash and dancing embers that tumbled from his burning palm onto the desk. Marianne curled her lip in a disbelieving scowl. James chuffed at her expression when she had figured it out. What he planned to do with this mortal.

"No..."

"Ding ding ding!! Ya got it babes!! Took ya long enough"

James sat up in his chair and chuckled, mocking a gameshow host like she had won a prize or got a right answer. He was sickeningly cheerful about it all. Marianne simply stared at him in shock.

"Y-you wouldn't"

"Oh I will... I'll incinerate the earth to get what I want. One mere mortal is simply just a speck..."

"So what are you gonna do?! Annoy the poor boy into suicide?"

James bit his lip in anger and scratched his hairy rough stubble.

"Not exactly..."

"NOT EXACTLY?!"

She shrieked at him. The dark office shook a little with the force of her voice. Various collections of things on James's desk quaked, including a pot of ink falling to the side with a glassy shatter. James jumped a little again, gripping to his armrests.

"So...why on earth...did you take up hitting him with your car...?!"

"First of all, it's a Ute darlin. Second of all no one knows it was me who hit him. The big cunt upstairs can't lay a heavenly finger on me if it was simply an accident. Nor can he prove I did it on purpose. I didn't account on him actually surviving..."

"So you meant to kill him?"

"Yeah, I did. Him surviving means I'm balls deep in God shit if he finds out I tried to kill a mortal wit' my own will, hence why I must make him take his own life. Cover me tracks with his then make him my Queen. After all, I don't dare break me moral code wit' him, yer know whot happened t' th' last devil that fucked around wit' ol' Jehovah... Heaven is just as corrupt as n' 'ere if you ask me"

The last part was barely a whisper under his tongue. Spilling like hot water from a kettle onto seething skin. The Angel choir dimmed into a deep sick silence.

"I swear the moment I get the chance, I will choke the life out of you"

"I'm looking forward to it already~" James merely smirked at her empty threat. "Now if you'll excuse me doll...It appears I'm late for me date"

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The apartment grew colder. Much colder even despite the sweat running down his forehead, all joy slipped right out of him. He'd be fine right? Who was he kidding? Certainly not himself. He was SATAN. It was hard to breathe from the massive lump in his throat from fear he had. Every noise sent the Tongan off edge completely, sending his blood to run coldly down his veins.

First the knock on his door. A raspy, ghostly knock. One sinister enough to have Kainga leap out of his skin, hands scrabbling from their previous position on his lap.

Next that usual puff of dark red smoke, that strikingly dense yet horribly stygian with a scent of whisky, cigarettes and...meat pies, oddly enough.

Finally that dashing grin that loomed over Kainga, those eyes that bared into his soul as the smoke cleared around him and oh god he was back.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Kainga let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding.

James simply looked at him confused.

"I did knock?"

"You don't knock and then automatically let yourself inside someone's house. You wait until they answer, dipshit. You gave me a heart attack."

It felt like a snake had released its coils from around his neck. His breath still intense but not to the point he couldn't breathe. James made a pathetic pet lip at him.

"I only came to take you on that date like ya told me!" James expressed quiet dramatically.

Kainga felt himself physically twitch at how pitiable he sounds when he whines, striking a nerve he never knew he had. Kainga was quick to curl his meagre lip into a unimpressed grimace.

"I didn't tell you too. It was a suggestion"

"That I took and you agreed too!"

"I don't remember exactly agreeing to thi-"

The Tongan is cut short in his statement as James suddenly grabbed his arm. Before Kainga even had time to respond he was pulled up from his comfortable seat on the couch; a sharp pain seething up his leg as he tripped forward with his leg catching on his trashing crutches. Brought up only to be pulled forward into complete darkness, he didn't dare open his scrunched up eyes as he felt his stomach drop like a rollercoaster against the piecing winds of something moving in a fast motion forwards like a bullet train. Celestial cold winds swirling around him, what felt like the heart of a storm only lasting a spilt second.

"T-this..."

Everything stopped, his stomach falling like a bag of dropped coals. His guts felt empty when his feet hit the ground. Only to stumble forward and smack his body into the side of a car door. The crashing sound it made sent off the cars alarm, a ear piecing screeching of the siren deafening a woozy Kainga as he tried to gather back his senses from almost having his stomach regurgitated from his fear. His head felt light and heavy at the same time.

James's muffled voice could be heard tauntingly from behind him, it sounded like it echoed in Kainga's state. Something along the lines of 'was hit by a car and seemingly can't stop hitting them' in a dense mocking tone of the smug devil parading behind him. A click of a lock and the alarm was silenced.

Kainga grimaced, rubbing his head as he took a step back from the car he'd just crashed into. It was a Porsche. A sleek, blood red Porsche and yet not a single dent in it despite him full on ramming his entire weight into it with the force of James's teleportation. Weird. He gently ran his fingers along the window frame.

"You know, a warning would be nice before you pull me through the space time continuum." Kainga finally managed out as he pulled away from the car. He looked around, an empty parking lot. Above the pale crescent moon illuminating the puddles on the rough concrete, a velvety blanket of darkness covering them, a serenade of black with splashes of stars spread across it. The odd car parked here and there but other than that it was relevantly empty with the eerie feel to the whole place. A lamppost stood above them with it's light flickering every now and then, mocking the darkness. Despite the occasional breeze, pushing along small drops of water that could only be seen in the lights hue, it was oddly warm.

"Teleportation baby. You're just lucky you didn't completely rip in half." James laughed softly, handing him his crutches.

"What? Rip me in half?"

"Yeah. Technically mortals can't teleport. The force could've frankly ripped you in half."

"Oh lovely..."

Kainga grumbled sarcastically, placing his crutches around his arm as he got back into them for balance. "Where are we anyways?"

"We're in Wellington, darlin'.."

"Wellington?! Dear god I thought you were gonna kill me!. Again... This is actually a date?" Kainga looked at him, his eyes widened.

James seemed almost offended.

"Kill you? Who do you take me for?!" He huffed, it clearly didn't pass his mind that a mortal dating a devil wasn't exactly the norm up here.

"I take you for a delusional psychopath who thinks he’s Satan and ran me over with a Ute and now has taken me on a date to Wellington of all places." Kainga weakly snapped. James rolled his eyes and adjusted his tie but the King of Hell grins as a lack of response. Funny, almost word to word of what Marianne scolded at him not too long ago. He was clearly a predictable man, he didn't like that in the slightest.

"At least I actually listened to your advice and taken you on a date...do you not want to?"

Kainga surprised himself with his inability to say no straight to his face. He didn't know why, he just couldn't. Satan's puppy eyes didn't help either. Sure being dragged into a whole other city at 7pm wasn't his deal date night idea, but he was here now and there was little chance of him getting back without James's whole teleportation shebang. He sighed and looked back up at him again.

"I might as well. I'm here now am I not? So where are you taking me...James...?" He strained out the devils name like it was a slur off his own tongue. It was a small step but a step at least. James felt his own heart skip a beat at his own name.

"Oh, you'll see~"

The crucifix laid in his pocket got heavier.

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Wellingtons streets lay wet and glossed over with the evening drizzle. The water in the potholes shimmered by the glow of the bright yellow street lamps. A far cry from the iridescent bustling night life of Auckland. Huge giant buildings stood besides the street, quiet as if taken over by an army of libraries. Some windows gave out white and yellow lights, but the others were pitch black. It seemed like the clouds had gotten a sudden fascination to the moon and wrapped themselves around it. The moon's faint glow passed through them, coloring them white from grey, no essence of the sun left as the walked across Wellington waterfront; over looking the great Harbor. Splatters of neon blue, yellow and greens dashed across the ripples from the illuminated boardwalk.

As much as Kainga would love to stop and see the sights, his 'date' was dragging him around the city like a excited puppy dragging its owner to the dog park. Of course the crutches didn't help either, he found himself staggering half the time. James soon caught on however as he started to slow down, realizing he was dragging a disabled person with him.

They walked for what seemed like forever, the thought of James dragging him to the ninth ring of Hell tapped on Kainga's mind again however it was soon shaken off with the clanks of his crutches against the boardwalk. His eyes lost in the daze of flashing color, bright lights, tall buildings, crowds of people, and billboard signs would encompass his line of sight. Inside, an intermingling surge of excitement and satisfaction would overwhelm his senses and emotions. Perhaps the vitality and pulse that drive modern city life blend with every city's unique history to create a sense of enchantment.

"Right round here and we should be....Ah! There it is!"

James's voice cut like a blade through the distant chatter of the crowd they'd just walked through. Kainga on the verge of inhaling his own lung. He stared in front of him. There on the street corner, just behind the luxury cafes and restaurants that lay on the waterfront, lay a rather second-rate Fish and Chips store. It smelt unbearably greasy, hints of raw fish circulating around him from the nearby fish market. It was incredibly dingy to say the least with spots of missing brick and cracks along the sides that had been painted over with a sky blue covering. Small tuffs of grass and weed protruding from the sides of the bricks that could only be seen against the dimmer street lamp above them.

Kainga looked at it then back up at James in almost disbelief.

"You dragged me halfway across Wellington for fish and chips?" he asked him. "I'm not complaining or anything, well I am. But you can teleport anywhere in the world and you choose a cheap Fish and Chips place?"

"I like it here!" James seemed fairly unphased by his complaint. Kainga sighed, he'd rather not argue, frankly he was too hungry to. Satan's overly happy beam suggested that maybe this place was better than it looked.

"Alright then, let's just go inside I'm starvi-"

James quickly cut in front of him, leaping like a spring towards the door before holding it over for him. The signature ring of a bell as the entrance was swung open and the infuriating yet somewhat charming smirk of the man in front of him, as if beckoning him into sin.

"After you~"

Kainga grumbled a little but managed out a light "Thank you."

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Kainga did not know where on earth James had got his clothes from. He wore a black long sleeved shirt with a hooked out collar and cuffed wrists, sporting a bright red tie against the darker fabric. It was still fairly badly worn, creases stuck out to the keen eye. He couldn't tell if he'd stolen it before their date as surprisingly no tags where visible but knowing James, it probably was. Kainga couldn't say anything on his fashion sense as he was still stuck in the mediocre merino sweater and jeans he'd bought in Auckland to help with his freezing cold apartment. So he simply glared at James uncomfortably. James squirmed a little under his stare like a child being scolded by his mother. As he ate he started to get the chip crumbs on his suit before brushing them off with a flick of his wrist. Kainga noted a shiny brand new looking watch, most likely also stolen. He finally decided to speak up, gesturing at James with a half eaten fish cake.

"Where did you get your suit from?" he asked rather accusingly. James's face falling was a clear indicator that his theory was correct.

"Uhh....found it." James murmured and stuff his face with more chips. Kainga raised a brow.

"So you just found a suit? Just laying there?"

James gagged a bit. "Laying in the store racks...yes."

Kainga huffed out a small laugh. "As long as you didn't pull it out of your ass like you did the bouquet." he managed out a chuckle at James's half agape mouth and the gasp that escaped his mouth.

"What's wrong with ass bouquets?!"

Kainga let out a loud snort of laughter. James frowned in an offensive manner.

"I'm being serious!" James said exasperatedly through a mush of chips in his mouth, looking baffled. Kainga kept laughing.

"How can I take 'Ass bouquet' seriously?!?"

"At least they were nice flowers..." James pouted a little. Actually seeing the Tongan laugh un-mockingly for the first time made him change his perspective, he found himself smiling at him. The humidity of the window seat in the restaurant didn't help either with his flushing. Kainga finally calmed down and wiped his eyes of their tears of laughter.

"Yeah, they were nice flowers, I admit. Makes me wonder what else you can pull out your ass." he flicked a small chip at him and snickered. The chip hit James in the directly forehead, making him yelp.

"I don't pull them from me arse so to say-..look lets just change the subject," James paused remembering Kainga's grueling stare beforehand. ",How's the food?"

Kainga found himself grinning and let out one last chuckle. "Surprisingly decent. You do know we have Fish and Chips in Tonga right?"

"Well yeah, but this is Kiwi and everything's better Kiwi~"

"I'm still fairly confused about why you kidnapped me to take me for fucking Fish and Chips."

"Oh please, I didn't kidnap you. I am simply taking you on the date you asked for!"

"I said that I'd go on a date with you if you left me alone." Kainga finished off his fish cake and looked back up at him.

"So you don't want t' go on another date with me?" James asked, spitting a bit of chip at him.

"Not if you're gonna eat like that." Kainga spoke dryly, stealing the can of tomato sauce for his own portion of chips. How on earth did James manage to eat half the can already? James winced and muttered an apology, very tensely as if it physically hurt the Devil to apologize.

"So that means you'll go on another date with me?" James asked again, ever so slightly more sternly.

Kainga looked at him fairly unimpressed, he responded by taking a drink of his lemonade glass. James's pathetic looking expression still baring into his very existence, Kainga assumes that he doesn't understand the subtle word of 'No' or at least the fact he doesn't like being told it. He started to inwardly struggle with himself to respond to him.

"Depends..." he finally speaks up, letting the straw of his lemonade spin to the other side of the glass. "Are you going to take me to somewhere as tacky as this?"

James seemed fairly uncompliant on the question, bringing his arm up to rub the back of his neck. His teeth slightly clenched.

"It ain't tacky." he protested. "What are the Fish and Chips like in Tonga?" Once again, Satan attempted to divert the conversation, much to the Tongan's dismay but he just sighed and went with it. There was no point arguing with a man who had the same mindset as a spoilt toddler. He wouldn't be surprised if he started having a tantrum at him in the restaurant for attention or something stupid like that.

"Much better than this. First of all you get free Garlic bread."

"Holy shit free garlic bread?! Seriously?!"

"Yeah and grilled scallops. Frankly I can't believe the service in this country." Kainga finished off his lemonade and placed the glass down on the table, right next to James's larger than life can of L&P.

"Well then I'll take you there next time!"

"Taking a date to the same kind of place twice is cheap. Plus I've got school."

"Plus I can teleport." James huffed. Kainga started to get a little fed up.

"Can't you just take no for an answer? I'm a student now. I have studies to focus on, not being bullied into shabby dates with a demon."

"Oh foolish mortal, have you forgotten? I'm Satan you still can't afford to forsake me."

"Would you just listen to me-"

"I'm the King of Hell! I don't need to listen to anyone!" he started to raise his voice, causing a few worried stares from other customers. Kainga sank a little under the sudden pressure put onto him by the audience they had now. He grabbed James by the tie and pulled him in with a hard pull, James gagged a little at the sudden pain from around his neck.

"Godsakes lower your voice!" he hissed at him in an angry whisper. "Refrain from having a tantrum like a over emotional five year old would you?"

James scoffed in his face.

"Do you even know how old I am?"

"Ice age or Bronze age?"

"I'm 106 you cheeky bastard!"

"Yeah so old as balls-." Kainga paused. "Wait only 106?"

James looked at him just as confused. "Yeah?"

Kainga blinked. "For someone who's been here since the beginning of man kind I would've thought you'd be older than 106. And you're the reason for the fall of man!"

James's lip entwined into the other in annoyance with a bemused look across his face. "Well I am...maybe we demons just age different from mortals!" he paused to mentally process his last sentence. "Look Eve was a complete bitch she had it comin'..."

Kainga let go of his tie, having to psychically hold himself back from laughing at James's facial expression, letting out a small snort as he stole James's last chip. From his tone, Kainga knew James had plans to keep his hellish secrets close but he'd wrangle them out of the Devil eventually. As if he even wanted to know what kind of skeletons he had in his closet, he'd probably better off not knowing. So he finished up the last of the chips since James was too busy pouting.

It's a while of small talk and James dodging any kind of personal questions Kainga throws at him like bullets, so it's only natural he's the only pocket of conversation. James simply reflects the topic at hand back at Kainga. It was surprisingly smooth, hardly any awkward gaps of silence. The date itself hasn't really been bad at all. He expected worse. Kainga's bar for him was literally 6 feet under yet he didn't seem to disappoint. It was rather cheap granted but at least he had all his limbs intact and his soul hadn't been completely ripped from his body. Still not reason to use the crucifix, perhaps it was a bit overkill. Kainga yawned before James looked at him blankly, then looked around as if someone would give him advice on what to do next or he'd done something wrong.

"R-right! Ya ready t' go!?" James beamed happily at him as he pushed his chair back to stand up, causing a horrible loud squeaky noise as the legs slid across the tiles.

Kainga looked up at him, confused. "Aren't you going to pay for all this?" he gestured to the greasy paper wrapping scrunched up on the table that once held their meal in.

"Why would I pay for a used ball of greasy paper?"

Kainga rolled his eyes. "No dumbass...pay for the meal we just ate."

A sudden sense of panic started to overwhelm the Tongan as James's bright beam turned into a sinister grin. Oh god why was he grinning like that? He began to lightly panic.

"Oh. Well...we'll pay like this~"

A great tanned hand grabbed onto Kainga's woolen sweater, before he even had time to react he was pulled into contact with the New Zealander once again. A horrible and familiar churn of his stomach as all his senses went up in smoke, replaced by heavy winds and the deep baring sense to throw up again. The bright lights of Wellington replaced by the much dimmer lights of an apartment complex corridor. That horrible velvety carpet lay under his feet as he gripped onto James's suit for dear life. That awfully dingy smell of the apartment building coming back to Kainga as his scenes return to him. He wasn't ripped in half but god it sure felt like it.

Kainga panted and quickly pulled away from James, only to loose his feet once again and falling back onto him for balance.

"You forgot my crutches..." he groans in infuriation, shifting his balance onto his one 'good' foot in order to actually stand, half choking James as he held onto his tie.

"You forgot my kiss." James said quite abruptly. Kainga flicked his head back to him with a bewildered expression.

"I'm sorry your what?"

"My kiss, don't people kiss after dates when they took the other home?" James asked as he squirmed a little; He was hunched over, leaning towards Kainga with the force he was pulling his tie.

"How on EARTH do you know that you're supposed to kiss someone after a date and NOT even know that you have to pay for a meal afterwards?!"

"I did research..." James admitted quietly.

"Research?"

"Well one website.."

"James. What website...?"

"Wikihow..."

Kainga refrains from laughing right in his face from James's pained noises, instead he snorted of laughter again. Making James whimper a little.

"Dear god...you are really something else aren't you?" he started to limp towards the door, releasing James of his grip on his tie. Leaving James whining like a tied up dog outside a supermarket.

"Please? Just one?"

"No...goodnight, James."

James was about to say something in return but got a door slammed in his face. A silence followed, before a heated mutter of a curse, a pop and James was gone. Kainga watching him leave through the peephole. He snickers again before locking the door by its hatch and limping towards his room. 7pm had turned to 3am. Shit he'd really been out for 6 hours? Perhaps he was still on Wellington time. Rubbing his eyes he rummaged around for his things, most likely he'd see James again tomorrow and ask him to teleport to get his crutches back from the restaurant. He took of his sweater that smelt of greasy seafood and a burnt tinge to him, his mind on the smell before the large wooden crucifix fell from his pocket. God that thing was dense. Yes, James was a moronic buffoon but he couldn't help feel a twinge of guilt at the whole 'repelling' him with forces as strong as religion.

He was dating Satan himself, God was more likely to strike him down than help him. That really didn't help his whole situation. He planned to try and get Satan out of his mind so he could focus on his studies tomorrow. He got more nervous. His professor was unlikely to take the excuse of 'Satan stole my crutches' as a valid excuse for being late to a lecture. He groaned. Bastard.

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#hetalia #aph new zealand #hws new zealand #zeaonga #aph tonga #hetalia oc #hws tonga #ao3 fanfic #aph #fic: call me satan darling #call me satan darling fic #i need to learn how to tag

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I have to take a lot of breaks while reading ‘cause I just get overwhelmed with love

#Gosh gee wonder what I'm reading lol #Anyway hello! Been a bit since I made an update post :3c Feelin' it rn I'm online when I said I wouldn't be so what better time #I've really been trying to keep to my schedule but rules are meant to be broken! I've never been particularly stringent on them anyhow #Honestly I break the ''offline'' rule much much more than the ''online'' one - I skip full days when I know I want to be doing something :P #Yesterday's day off was quite pleasant tho I caught up on some drama and got continually blindsided IRL lol #We're not moving as it turns out - not yet anyway - so false alarm I guess lol #I also chipped away at bit more at the TGWDLM/Vargas crossover fic so that's neat #Still writing here and there I realized I hit on an interesting idea with my cellphone idea so that got reinvigorated #Reading really is a whole other level tho there's almost a panicky kind of excitement I get lol #I reread the first chapter of You Can't Live Like This - again - also listened to the song the title is from and!! #The nostalgia vibes for a song I had never heard before were /so/ strong I'm definitely gonna have to listen to it again #Lately my brain's latched onto Leave Me Alone by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME lol what a fun name #Anyway - rereading - and I still remember how I literally had to Exit The Fanfiction at certain points to calm down lol #Feel 👏 in' 👏 it! 👏 #It's fascinating and fun to be so moved heh ♪ I've been reading other things here and there and laughing and crying and all the rest but lik #It's not the same ♪ It's really cool to know where to go for that unique experience

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do you have any recs for longer sengen fics? the observer effect is the only good one i've seen so far :'(

Hi there! I'll take this as a wake up call for me to organize my bookmarks... but until that happens here are some long fics I recommend off the top of my head:

3,000 Miles by MRI. There are no words to describe it, it's simply beautiful ;-; Gen had no plans when he packed a bag, bought a plane ticket for New York, and ultimately ran away from home in the span of a night, simply functioning off the need to disappear. Needless to say, taking a transcontinental trip across America via train with a science-obsessed stranger was not what he had expected when he decided to abandon his lush lifestyle in Japan. But even then, Gen couldn't help but want to join the eccentric stranger in his journey of chasing the stars. More specifically, he wanted to chase him.

Also before the farewell by chibyeol (minitala) Warning for manga spoilers! On the dawn of April 2, 5747, Asagiri Gen leaves the Kingdom of Science to travel the world. Or so he says. Running away from a broken heart just seemed too poetic for a calculating mentalist. Five years later, Ishigami Senku follows the trail he left behind because he isn't afraid to chase after what he wants. Asagiri Gen could not quite let go of his greatest love, so he writes him letters he will never send instead. Ishigami Senku isn't perfect, trial-and-error is of course the theme of science, but that doesn't mean he won't try to fix his mistakes.

And some fluff/comedy to cut with all this drama: What did you mean?! by EndlessFangirl Warning for manga spoilers! Gen's confused about what Senkuu meant and Senkuu confused about what having a boyfriend means. both too thick-headed to ask.

Of course I also have to mention these, they are not complete yet but update regularly or on schedule and really amazing ♡

Who gave you the right? by chuuyagum The oasis life dangles in front of him is far more tempting than anything this stone world has yet to offer him, more tempting than death, and although Gen isn't certain if it's mirage or miracle, he's too curious to turn down the opportunity. Too selfish not to want to claim it for himself alone. That oasis is none other than Senku Ishigami.

No True North by Shiro_Kabocha Science has rules. Directions. Recipes. Paths that can be followed to secure an assured outcome. But navigating emotions, relationships and sexuality... There is no charted course, no trodden path, no true north. But that doesn't mean there isn't a way forward.

Words Unspoken also by Shiro_Kabocha Warning for manga spoilers! Finding a way across South America would have been treacherous enough without a world-class sniper on the tail of Senku and crew, but who would have thought the greater source of tension was already festering among the group? Gen returned from infiltrating Xeno’s stronghold only to learn that Senku has a brand-new girlfriend and while he wants to be supportive, he also feels a little cheated after putting years and years into softening that scientific exterior. Under such stressful conditions, can Gen keep up the act of a supportive wise general? Or will he give in to petty jealousy? And just what does having a girlfriend mean to Senku, anyway?

I could continue adding to this list because I'm currently reading a lot of brilliant fics but let's start with these (ヾ;￣▽￣)ヾ Hope you enjoy them as much as I did/do! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

#inbox #I do also write fics but they are short and recommending myself feels weird so I will just casually mention that here instead

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Aftermath - Part Two

A/N : It took me too long to post this,saw it on my drafts and decided to finish it

Warning/s : too much emotion i swear,also there might be some minor mistakes because i wrote this in the middle of the night i was so sleepy but i knew i have to write it down

Pairing: Negan x reader

Click here for Aftermath - Part One

It has been days after your encounter with Negan.

You were busy with your schedule and you heard that Negan is going on his first supply run.

You couldn't but think that maybe they are letting him go.Maybe they thought it would be for the best.

Especially for Maggie and Hershel Jr.

But definitely not for you.

You remembered how he offered to walk you home after your deep conversation.Both of you were silent as you walked side by side to your home.

Then you heard him say "i miss you,darlin" in his deep raspy voice.

He probably didn't expect you to hear it but you turned around and asked him what was that.

"Oh,nothin,I was just hoping if you'd like to have dinner with me just like the old times?" He asked with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

You weakly smiled and nodded.You saw how happy it made him.

He was a monster to them.They wanted him dead.They wanted nothing to do with him.

You saw how everyone will look at him during his garden work,how everyone will whisper around him,acting like he wasn't even there.

But he knows it all.And it hurts you to know that you couldn't do anything to lessen the pain he's been feeling since the war ended.

Gabriel was the only one who fully accepted Negan after Rick had apparently died or who knows he might still be alive.

He made sure to let you know everything that Negan says or do.

This past few weeks has been harsh on Negan.He refuses to eat every morning,bashed his head on the wall mutiple times and attempted to kill himself with a nail on his wrist.

You remember Gabriel running to you yesterday and telling you that Negan needed you.

"Woah there,bud,what's the catch" You asked as you saw Gabriel running to you.

Catching his breath,he said "Negan needs you now".

You gave out a confused look and he rolled his eyes.

"I have no time to explain but he really needs you now"

You both ran to Negan's house to see him leaning on his couch,a cut on his wrist.He was crying.And it broke your heart into tiny little pieces.

"Hey,Gabe said you needed me here?" You softly said,trying to get his attention on you,away from the small blade he's staring at.

He stayed in that position for a few minutes and Gabriel whispered to wait outside,so that you two can have your own moment.

Slowly,Negan dropped the blade and you hurriedly went to pick it up.

After placing it on the table,you sat down beside him on the couch.

Placing your cold hands on your legs as you awkwardly wait for him to calm down.

"You know,I'm here to stay,Negan.This is not just me being nice to you just because I pity you.Because I don't.I want you to know that I'll be here even when things aren't going the way we dreamed it to be" You said in a small voice.

You felt a huge lump on your throat and looked at him.

He was still looking down,his hair was crumpled and everywhere.He was wearing his white shirt and grey pants.You didn't need to see his face to see if he's tired.He was tired from everything.

"Won't you atleast let me try to make things get things better?" You asked as you moved from your sit and kneeled infront of him.

Then you saw his eyes staring back at you.His soft hazel eyes full of hurt and pain.This man was once full of power and confidence.Either way,you loved him.

"It's not going to get any better,y/n.I tried.You saw how I tried.This is not just for me.It's killing me everyday to know that I killed someone's father,or someone's husband or their family.I am a monster." He whispered as he look at you.

Your heart broke for the man infront of you.You remembered Gabriel telling you that Maggie almost killed Negan after visiting him once in his cell.Negan asked her to kill him and put him out of his misery.

Negan was a powerful leader before,he fought for his people,he did things what a normal leader would do.

He cared for them,he made rules to keep the place going and it was a great thing they had.Their sanctuary.But now,it's gone.

How do you help someone who doesn't even want to help themselves?

"If you're so sure that killing yourself will be the answer to taking away the pain,then I'm coming with you." You said and looked at him as you held his hand.

You felt a tear slide down to your cheek.Negan wiped it with his left hand and gave you a weak smile.

"I'm not asking you to be fine,Negan.You're the only one left I have here,you give me hope to fight everyday.It's hard but I will be fine knowing that you're here"You softly cried as he stared back at you,tears already streaming down his face.

"Darlin',you always ask me why I think you were different from them.You know,I was a bastard before.I should've picked you.I should've picked us." He said.

You took a deep breath and nodded.

"I know Negan.We all did mistakes that we regret every single day.But maybe this is how things are meant to be.Maybe,at the end of all this chaos,maybe you and I are meant to be." You said and you felt him pulling you up to sit on his lap.

A thing that you like to do before when you were at the sanctuary.

"God,you'll be the death of me,baby.You saved me so many times from myself,you still fight for us.And still,you look at me like I'm some kind of god." He cried as he hugged you.

"I love you too,Negan.More than you'll ever know.I know it's hard but I'm here.I will always be here for you.And I know that you do the same for me,I knew that it was you who leave me breakfast by my door every morning.Giving me sweet notes on my office.Sometimes,you give me this wild flowers and I knew it is you.You're not a monster,Negan.You're just like me,like everyone else.We're just surviving this broken and chaotic world." You said as you held his face.

He was crying,but he was smiling also.And that moment,you knew you got him back.

"I am so damn proud of you,baby.Everything that you went through,it made you this kind of man."You reminded him.

"I've missed you so much,darlin.I love you so much"Negan said and you felt him pulling your face near to his,then he kissed you on the forehead.

"We will be fine,Negan.We will always be.Maybe not now or tomorrow,but one day." You said and kissed him softly.

Okay i feel like I need to write atleast 3 more parts of this.

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#negan #jeffrey dean morgan #the walking dead #twd #jdm #negan fanfic #negan smut #negan imagines #jeffrey dean morgan imagines #daddy #negan x reader #negan oneshot

[romeulusroy]

Emotional Whore (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas

Word Count: 1,008

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @death-of-a-mermaid @lotsoffandomrecs @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @theshelbyclan @captivatedbycillianmurphy @creativemayhems @soleil-dor @thegirlwithoutaname87

A/N: Ahh I'm sorry I've been so lacking in posts and writing!!! I thought you all deserved a non-therapy fic lol and though this was not at all any of the ideas I was planning on writing, it just sorta happened :P I don't hate it, but I'm definitely not as proud of it as other pieces. It's not my typical style, which feels a lil weird. Still, there are some lines I like a lot! This is as close to smut as I think I'll ever get, so I hope you like it! Thank you for being so patient with me and my lil break. It means the world!!!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Gif Credit: @nofckingfighting :)

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Original sin. Not an act against god, but yourself. Going against every instinct, every moral standard you hold for yourself. A moment of self destruction, weakness, a lapse of judgement. Blinded by the gleam of a razor, a decision too enticing, too moronic not to give into. You spoiled him. Let him think he was the one in control, that he had power, that this could be anything more than a kiss, a touch, a fuck. Sweet boy, playful, but he should have known better than to fall for someone who'd rather not sink so low for him. He was the one on his knees, after all. You had ambitions, goals, wants and needs outside of being someone's emotional whore. Believing himself all powerful, all knowing, you would have thought he'd seen the signs soon enough. A life ahead of you left undecided, with no rules, no expectations. Human nature. Someone who'd shared enough nights with faces without names, this was no different.

This was another place to pass through, another person to become and shed when the time was right, another body sleep beside, nothing more, certainly something less.

Hickeys painted cross his neck. Kisses running down your back, between your thighs. Biting, nibbling, giggling between sheets, beneath the shirts you pulled off, discarding all your worries and fears, forgetting too quickly about your responsibilities. It was never supposed to last this long, go on as long as it did. An accident, the first time. A mistake. Slipping from his sheets the next morning, quiet as you could, returning before the sun peaked above the rooftops, wanting nothing more than to wash the smell of him off you. Your boss. The same man who signed your checks, at least for the time being. Taking his phone calls. Passing messages. Learning his schedule, his day to day. Pulling you through the front door, pressing you against the walls. Funny. You would have thought he tasted nothing more of whiskey and hellfire, his words nothing but blown smoke. Sweet nothings in your ear. Curious hands. Nothing but hungry, starved, willing to do anything to make your night.

It was nice, really, to be so wanted, mourned, silently searching the empty space beside him, especting your naked body, but it couldn't happen again.

Until it did. In his office. His bed. His shower before work. The back room. The fucking kitchen. Too many places, too many times a second to dress, to make yourselves presentable. Telling him what he wanted to hear, what he needed to hear. Needing to be pleased, praised, feed his ego before you could get what you wanted. Never what you wanted. A fling, something without a label, no strings attached. It was never a trick, a sceme, merely something dragging on, half alive waiting to die. Things like this, it made you stupid. In the heat of it all, made words trickle from your mouth, from his, that shouldn't have been said. Too used to getting his way, for the world to bend over backwards for him, you had to be the one on top, shoe him the only one in control of this was you. Put him in his place before it got away from him any further.

Two different realities.

One of passion, love, something more. Deranged. Almost felt sorry for him. Fooling himself, causing more pain than ever intended, slicing himself up with his own razors so willingly, so blindingly. The other, something to pass the time, to make things a little less lonely and a lot more exciting. Reality. It was never meant to be anything more. You knew who he was, what he did. You saw a man very different leave the bar than who walked in. How the glass smashed between his fingers, how he bit the bullet, chewed the barrel of a gun if he had to, the cold of his skin when the air changed. More enemies than friends. A wait list instead of a hit list. Too many bullets for a single body. You knew better than to play with fire when all you wore was gasoline. He could pretend to be careful. Thoughtful. Genuine. But he'd light his cigarette with the burning flesh of you without a second thought. Keep your distance. Never get too close, no matter how close you were. Not for a second believe the things he said. Rehearsed. Effortless. How many times had he moaned those same things? To how many unsuspecting bodies?

Catching eyes, attention. If it wasn't those eyes, it was his stride, that wicked look, or that egocentric way of thinking. Whatever it may be, it was a trap. A web they found themselves caught in before they even realized, believing he truly loved them, that they weren't his flavor of the week, that a man who had everything really needed them in his life. Show him how it felt. To be screwed over. A glimpse of what he put them through. Never taking no for an answer, he'd have to learn to sit and beg. This wasn't the place for you. Not the home, or the job, not a place you wanted to settle, to set root. You warned him, you'd be gone before he knew it. In the blink of an eye, and yet he was naive enough to fall. Tripping over himself, banging his head on the way down, catching it on a sharp corner. Believing sex was love, and love was sex. Try all he wanted, you knew the ins and outs of him. You knew him better than he knew himself. What would make him crumble, struggle to breathe, what made him tense, his jaw lock, what made him melt between your arms.

You never meant for it to happen, but you were glad it did.

Let him know what it felt like to be on the receiving end. Lord knows how many he left freezing in their sheets, believing what they had was anything more than a kiss, a touch, a fuck.

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[brian-in-finance]

Jamie Dornan attends the 11th Hamilton Behind The Camera Awards at Avalon Hollywood & Bardot on November 13, 2021 in Los Angeles (Image: JC Olivera/FilmMagic)

The Holywood native appeared on This Morning on Wednesday and also spoke about on how he is grateful for being able to keep his Northern Irish accent on new BBC series The Tourist.

He explained how it's more common for this to happen if you are American or 'posh and English'.

On filming in Australia and what it meant for his family, Jamie said: “I basically weigh up every single job with 'how can I make this work for my family', and sometimes that's like building in X amounts of flights into my contract.

"If I'm filming in Europe, I'll fly back and forth... and for something like this that was five months in Australia, I'm obviously not going to leave my family... I have a two week rule that I've only ever broken once - so I took the whole family out and took the kids to school there in Adelaide.”

On playing his character in his own accent and if it makes a role easier to play, the 39-year-old added: “It does, it doesn't happen that often! For Americans, they get to keep their accent a lot and if you’re posh and English you get to keep your accent a lot, and it doesn’t happen that often if you’re from Belfast!

"I've been lucky in my career, I've done a few things were I've got to keep it and I think originally when they wrote this, he wasn't from Northern Ireland and they changed that for me. I'll take my hat off to those boys for that."

The star added that new series The Tourist is full of excitement.

"It is exciting, that's how I felt when I first read the script...

Jamie appeared on the show via video call (Image: ITV)

“Just when you think you know what’s going to happen in the show, your sidebar[red] by something totally unexpected... Just when you think it's very serious, it gets very funny - well I hope so anyway! It’s a real genre bending thing and it’s very exciting.”

When asked if he does his own stunts, Jamie said: “Up until a point I want to do everything I can… [but] it’ll often be a case of schedules or if it’s a drone shot and my character is this size [tiny] on the screen, when they could be using me to shoot something else, I'll have a stunt guy.

"I’ve got five months left of being in my thirties, so I'm still [going to] try to do anything active as long as I can!”

Laughing when Vernon suggested they have to ‘protect his face’, the father-of-three said: “I’m just someone who doesn’t really care that much… It's funny, you and I both modelled... and it was a long time ago when we were young and I remember I used to always be trying to do something else.

"I didn't love doing that, although it was good to me, I didn’t really love the day to day of it… and I remember thinking, ‘I can’t wait to be an actor so it doesn’t matter what I look like’.”

Talking about the new movie ‘Belfast’, Jamie was asked how it was working under Sir Kenneth Branagh.

"Jesus, it's one of those like one-off scenarios where someone of that calibre comes with you and says they want you to portray their own father in a movie about the town you are from. 'Judi Dench is going to be playing your mum, Ciaran Hinds playing your dad, Caitriona Balfe playing your wife', it's just one of those absurdly well-packaged situations.

“Luckily the film has been really well received. It’s not out here yet until January, but so far we've got a lot of love for it which is great.

“And [the Golden Globe nomination] came on a Monday, so it’s always nice to start the week like that - I got that and ‘Critic’s Choice’ on the same day... I’ve been in isolation, it was my final day in isolation, so it perked it up a wee bit!”

Also on the show, presenter Vernon Kay asked Dornan: "How is the golf swing? Is the handicap coming down?"

Jamie replied: "I actually... Christmas 2019, put a simulator in the house, so I have no excuses now, I have come down a wee bit but you've always got work to do."

He also revealed that the driving range is his 'acting happy place', a scenario he reverts back to if he loses concentration.

Remember… For Americans, they get to keep their accent a lot and if you’re posh and English you get to keep your accent a lot, and it doesn’t happen that often if you’re from Belfast! — Jamie Dornan

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[sunseteyes]

THE RED ROSES IN WONDERLAND; T. KAMADO

theme/s: alice in wonderland & brave inspired. a beginning; where the child of the red king meets the one that is fated to bring peace in the land. 

word count: 1,957 words

roze’s note: i suddenly wanted to write this as a multi-chapter but let’s see~ if my schedule permits it, why not? also, what do you think? should i really??

a sigh leaves your lips as your eyes glances over the same flowers every single day. yes, the flowers were indeed beautiful, but whenever you see the color red, you just can't help but feel that coiling of your stomach and the tightening in your throat.

everyone thinks you don't know of the blood that spills on your father's hands, but you do, and you're only pretending you don't.

just as you were about to turn back to the house, a figure catches your attention and you immediately recognized who it was.

"nosuke! you're back!" your mood brightened immediately at the only one whom you could call a friend in the whole land. despite being surrounded by lots of individuals and loyal subjects, your guard is still always up and you never full trusted all of them—except inosuke.

it was explainable though. he's the only one who is not entirely by your father's side but he can still manage to stay alive. as the record keeper of wonderland, inosuke the white rabbit is more like the neutral individual. he doesn't have a side to pick on and that's why you don't have a problem opening up to him at all.

"how was your travel to the other side? did you bring a souvenir for me?" you excitedly approached the boy and his ears twitched at the sound of your voice, his head turning around to face you with his beautiful face that you sometimes envy upon. he's probably the prettiest you'd ever seen in the whole land!—as if you'd seen everyone yet. you never got to get out much aside from the forest because your father insists that you must stay safe and not act hostile because you are a royal, the future ruler of the reds, after him.

you didn't want to adapt your father's way of ruling but you can't also say no to him. it's not that you were afraid but mostly because you love him too much to hurt him. he raised you with the outmost care and compassion he could give. the only thing you could give back to him is by abiding in his rules and obeying him by following his footsteps.

but you can't kill anyone either.

"huh? souvenir? i was there for work, you know! you can't just order me to do something when i've got other things to do." you smiled at inosuke's response. harsh as it may seem to others, you know it was his way of conversing to someone he doesn't particularly call his "minion". he can be a bit superior against others but it's what you admire most in your friend.

"wait, inosuke. i heard you brought someone from the other side. is that true?"

your question seemed to have made him tense for a second but it vanished as soon as it came. you realized then that it must have been the same question your father might have asked him that's why the rabbit was summoned there.

"you mean gonpachiro? he's not going to stay here for long. the portal will open a week after, there's no need to worry about the legend."

ah, so that's what it is, you thought.

there's a legend in wonderland that there will come a time that someone from "the other side" will come and give a path to peace between the white and the red, making the land as one as it can be. looking at it now, many have lost hope that the legend was not even often said anymore. yet, it is also a fear for others, especially the royals since peace will result to a singular leadeship.

it's either one will back down and give way so the other will rule all over wonderland, or one will have to fall in misery as the other rises in victory,

either way, you're sure your father will never like the idea of that unless he will be the ruler.

"i'm not worried about the legend." you say, looking up a inosuke's eyes. "i'm more worried about this gonpachiro you're talking about. you know how my father works."

inosuke's lips seals tight at your words. you have kept from everyone aside from inosuke about your knowledge of your father's dirty works but until now, inosuke seems bothered about it.

now you don't really socialize with the others in your household much and you usually keep your distant most of the time. one of the main reasons why was because of your father—he often tells you never to trust anyone, including the ones that are loyal to them. you agreed in his logic for the reason that his loyal subjects are the ones that obeys his orders and has the capability of killing anyone. you never liked that idea, even if you don't show or tell it to others, especially your father. he'd be very disappointed if that so happens.

this results to a lot of free time for yourself. with an idea you got from the back of your head, you begun to imitate how your father's loyal subjects often train around the palace.

by training, it meant drawing a weapon and using it constantly for you to get used to it. at first, you thought of it as something you do in your past time. however as moments passes by and more killings were done in the red kingdom, you decided it was for your own safety. you never know when time will come when someone tries to avenge their lost loved one because of your father. as the only heir to the throne and the ones that carries the king's own blood, you will surely be the best prey for a predator.

drawing back your arm, narrowing your eyes and casting a breath, you let go of the tail of the arrow, watching it hit the target whilst quickly reaching for another one and repeat the process.

eleven years. it took eleven years for you to master the art of archery.

at first, you tried with knives, swords and even a fan—which was the weapon of one of your father's loyal subjects. yet, the bow and arrows were the only ones you had gotten a connection too. thus, it served you as your main weapon that you had learned throughout the years without any guidance from anyone.

your father didn't like the idea of you fighting for your own. even if you had kept your training a secret all these years. you had a feeling he knows about it and he was either already pleased about it or he's too disappointed that you were keeping it a secret that he wants you to confess it to him instead of confronting you.

your hair flutters under the influence of the wind as you balanced on your horse, already used to its movement and shifts as he glides through the trees of the forest.

you locked your eyes on a target however as you shot the arrow, a figure catches your attention and it was too late.

"look out!"

you were quite sure that the figure was so a hair-strand away from getting hit yet it dodges, the arrow marking a perfect score on the target on a tree trunk.

you halted your horse and ushers it towards the figure's way, your mind failing to recognize what it was.

"who are you?" you made eye contact with the boy, the crimson in his hair resonating his orbs that were certainly of a different hues than your father and the roses in your garden.

he looks... different. far too unique from the people in the palace.

"how did you gain access in here? from what i remember i told everyone that only i should be of use of the forest." your brows furrow at the sight of him, your guard up just in case he will try something.

although, his face displayed of a gentleness that you had not seen for the longest time—was there ever been a moment, even? that you don't know. from what you can recall, everyone only respected you because of your title.

not because of you yourself.

"don't be alarmed! i bring you no harm, your highness!" he raises both of his hands up as a sign of surrender, his voice tainted of assurance and calmness that no burglar or man with ill-intention would have.

you still refuse to trust him.

"how will i know of your claims?" your grip on your bow tightens, prepared of any kind of attack. "what's your name, stranger?"

he seems to be at ease with your questioning, making you curious even further.

"i am tanjiro kamado. i... the white rabbit and the mad hatter sent me here. he thought i could be of help to you, your highness."

"help? why would i need that?"

then inosuke and zenitsu? why would they send this boy without telling it to you beforehand?

"you need to know what the red king is doing. he needs to be stopped. inosuke told me only you are capable to do that."

"i already know of my father's schemes." your lips tighten in your words, being the second time to have told your secret, you were beginning to think it was a wrong move.

the boy named tanjiro looked surprised, betrayed even. could it be that inosuke lied to him? you guesses that might not be the case.

"you mean... you know that he's planning to start a war against the white kingdom...?" there was hope and uncertainty in his voice, a mixture that you had deemed obvious with how he toned it. however, it was least of your worries for his words had processed in your mind first.

a war? now that you don't know about.

"where have you gotten this idea?" you question him further. "i... i never heard of that."

he seems to have perked up at your last statement, his aura changing in a millisecond.

"muzan learned of my coming here. you know of the legend, right? i didn't know if it at first but i was warned that my arrival would cause great chaos in this world." it had been awhile since you've heard someone use your father's name.

that fact alone changed your perspective on the boy.

climbing down your horse, your garments sticking to your skin as the slight formation of the sweat from your training. without letting go of your bow, you stood in front of tanjiro, feeling like the world had stopped at how you were feeling the beginning of change in you and your household.

looking straight into his eyes, you spoke.

"yes, that is a fact." you scanned his face and found a genuineness that you were not used of seeing as a result of being in a place with people that wore a firm and strict expression constantly. you were getting tired of it.

wait, no. you are tired of it.

"but your coming here is a sign of hope." your muscles eases up at how you let it out all in one go, "you will be the source of peace in wonderland, tanjiro kamado."

all your teenage years you spent on being silent. now that you were getting close to your coronation, it is time to show everyone what is needed to be done,

and with this boy in front of you, you felt as if the coil in your stomach contort back and relax, a ray of light showing you the path that you should take in order for you to succeed in stopping your own father from destroying the land you call home and the king that has the same blood that runs in your veins.

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[getitinbusan]

Jungkook's first love. Angst and smut, inspired by the song California.

It was a rare rainy August day in California. The heavy drops created a sad melody on the window as you put the dishes away. Tired and lonely, the feeling in your gut kept nagging at you, maybe it was time to give up. 

It was the second month of not making rent and it was only a matter of time before your roommates would stop exchanging house cleaning duties for money. 

Standing in the kitchen feeling stupid, It had taken you way longer than it should have to realize in LA you were nothing. Not pretty enough, rich enough, skinny enough or talented enough.

Gathering up the mail that was strewn across the countertop, you shuffled through to sort priority. Junk mail, bills, personal… one standing out in particular. The penmanship was nice, black ink, unassuming envelope, but it was the stamp that caught your attention, it was sent from Korea.

The top had already been torn, the letter having been read, was cradled back safely inside. Addressed to your roommate a frown crept onto your face, why wouldn’t he write to you?

It was a ridiculously  hopeful notion but you widened the envelope and inhaled trying to find his fragrance, something, anything to trigger a happy memory. How many times had you borrowed his sweater just to have his smell on your skin? Cool California nights were the best excuse to wrap yourself in his scent.

You missed him, it had been a year and a half since he’d last come around.

It was too tempting to resist, your fingers pinched the paper inside of the envelope and pulled it free. 

I’m feeling low, I don’t know who I am, only who I’m supposed to be.

What would life be like if I had stayed in California? We could all be roommates, hanging out and having fun, going to the beach on weekends.

Does she even think about me?

It sounds greedy that with how much I have right now, it’s not enough. I would give anything to wake up in bed beside her everyday. I want more than anything to be able to talk to her about these things but I can’t. I've made the mistake of trading her for fame and now I’m destined to keep her at an arm’s length so she’ll never know the price I paid.

How does she even see me now?  Just an Idol? Has she forgotten the days we spent together?

I’ve been wrestling with myself, whoever that is. I wish I could be the teenage boy from that long ago summer again. I wrote this song thinking about it…

~When I see you smile in the screen

You’re good at everything

You’re just perfect

Feels like I've never been you

Do you even see me?

Do you know who I am?

Or how do I look now?

You don’t like me like that

I want to be your decalcomania~

I’m afraid I may not get back for a while, please write. Your friendship and thoughts of Y/N are the only things that are keeping me tethered to some semblance of reality.

JK

Clutching the letter to your chest, your mind took you back to that day. 

“Decalcomania, the art or process of transferring pictures and designs. Making a copy of the original on a different medium"  

You’d both laughed at the strange name, reading the description of the art on the museum wall during your visit so long ago.  

California had lured you into its promise when you turned 14. Having been accepted to an  intensive dance program at The Movement Lifestyle Studio you packed up and headed West for the summer. 

It was July and it was hot, the dancers stepping off the bus one at a time took their places in the studio.

Looking around there were so many older kids, you were probably one of the youngest. Calling out names they put you into groups, it appeared to be by age so you made your way to the tiny gathering of four.

Shy introductions were made as one more member was ushered over to where you had congregated. "This is Jungkook.” 

He had the cutest smile and barely spoke english but his eyes twinkled like the constellations. Immediately drawn to each other you became fast friends.

Absolutely exhausted at the end of the first few days he’d knocked at your door.

He was homesick and lonely, used to being surrounded by his six members, he couldn’t sleep well without someone beside him. You let him crawl into bed with you, you were 14 and it was innocent. 

Inseparable, days and nights were spent side by side, the others began referring to you as the twins. It was the best summer of your life but like every boy meets girl summer story, it had to come to a close. Promising through tears to keep in touch and stay friends you went your separate ways. 

Jungkook would send silly videos of his practice sessions, goofing around with the other members.  He’d facetime and text but he always loved to send handwritten letters.

They lived in a box under your bed and contained stories of how hard he was working to become an idol. He always signed off with, "I miss you" and a few lines of lyrics he’d written.

You didn’t know then how important they would become, the only tangible piece of him you could still hold on to.  

Whenever he came back to America you did everything you could to see him. You went to the small tour stops when they came through in 2015, KCon in 2016, but 2017 was different.

Facetiming you with the news that they were bringing the Wings tour to NY, Chicago and Anaheim, he asked if you’d be part of the dance crew. How could you turn down two weeks with Jungkook? They were getting bigger, more popular and their lives were changing rapidly.

Jungkook would sneak you into his hotel room so you could spend your nights catching up. He had strict rules. Girls were not allowed and even though it was just friendship, it could be easily misconstrued by the fans. Everything had to be done in secret. The boys would bring in food and cover for him while you both stayed locked away out of sight.

While happy to be with him, you could tell there was an underlying sadness he was holding on to.

“I wish I could go and explore the city with you like we used to,” his voice trailed off.

You were laying in each other’s arms cuddling on his bed.  Leaning over he kissed the top of your head.

“All I really want is  to take you on a proper date."

Your head moved on his chest as he inhaled deeply.

"I’ve been waiting so long to become someone, to become a man worthy of your affection. Now I’m stuck, I have everything and I’m not allowed to share it with you.”

His arms gripped you tighter, “I’m sorry, this is a terrible confession. I don’t expect you to love me back, not under these circumstances, I just need you to know, you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved and there won’t be anybody else, ever." 

You remembered every word of his confession, every moment of that last night in the hotel room. The words of a 19 year old boy whose life had become bigger than the feelings of two people.

He left in the morning without knowing. You were too afraid to tell him, you loved him too.  

LA became home right after the they left Anaheim. Focused on dancing, if you became good enough maybe you could join the tour with him. 

A letter with a big bouquet of flowers arrived a few weeks later. 

"Congratulations on your new house in LA!

I hope that all of you are getting along as roommates, it’s hard living with others sometimes.

Last night I dreamt that I was there with you and all our friends, we were having a party on the beach and we sat together and watched the sunset.

Remember after practice we would skateboard as fast as we could to the ocean so we wouldn’t miss the colors?

Maybe one day my toes can feel the sand there again.

I miss you, I miss me… the me I am when I get to be with you.

We are coming back in November for a few days and I’m hoping I can see you, I’m lonely already.   

Jeongguk

~Won’t you please stay in dreams

I can hear the sea from far away

Across the dream, over the bush

Go there where it becomes clear

Take my hands now

You are the cause of my euphoria

When I’m with you, I’m in utopia~

When The AMAs came, all of your friends in LA were involved with the production. Your roommates helped organize the coup to steal Jungkook away so you could take him on a real date.

Having enlisted Namjoon to help, the boys would cover for his whereabouts. The day before the awards they were only scheduled for styling, as long as he wasn’t late for the press rounds the next afternoon your plan could work.

It was Namjoon’s job to get him out of the building. Telling him to follow his lead, Joon convinced the managers that Jungkook must have eaten something bad for lunch. Claiming to not feel well, he was whisked away to meet you at the hotel's back receiving door. 

Sitting in the shiny red rented convertible you tossed him a pair of sunglasses. What you wouldn’t give now to see that smile again.

Barely giving him time to get in you’d sped away heading straight for In And Out Burger.

"Kookie, I hope you're ready for the best day of your life! We’re going to eat until we explode, drink and party at the beach and then, instead of returning you to your fancy 5 star hotel you’re staying the night in my crappy little house with a tiny uncomfortable bed!!” 

He laughed, so pure and happy, thinking about it now made you sad. Was that the last time he got to be his true self, Jeongguk the man not Jungkook the personna? 

Knowing you only had one day to give him everything, one day to show him you loved him, you tried to make the best of it.

Picking up the food Jungkook held onto the red and white bags in the passenger seat, sneaking his hand in to steal fries when he thought you weren’t looking. If you weren’t sure you were in love with him before you you certainly were now.

Pulling up beside the tree on the beach he was stunned, “Ahhh Jagi, I can’t believe you brought me here.”

Happy that it meant as much to him as it did to you, you both sat on the branch and ate. Two blocks from the old studio this used to be your escape. Every break you’d make your way to the tree for time alone, together. 

With the burgers done he turned to you and smiled. It felt like he wanted to say something, cutting him short you pulled him up and back towards the car.

Making your way to the Movement studio the students were starstruck when he walked in. After insisting that he teach some choreography, he reluctantly led the class.

Your eyes were glued to him as he moved in front of the mirrors, no longer that awkward teenager but a full grown man mesmerizing you with every move.

Getting back to the car he stopped you before you reached for the handle. Putting his arms around you he pulled you in close, “You stink Jungkook, I think our next stop is the ocean.”

You remember pulling away, how stupid you were, you should have held on to him longer. Reaching into the back seat you revealed a pair of swim shorts and a towel. He looked disappointed that you kept interrupting his attempts at intimacy, but you had a plan and limited time to execute it. 

The Ocean was cold but the wind was warm, he came out of the change room with the shorts on but was still wearing his shirt.

“Kookie, this isn’t Korea, you don’t have to be so modest here. Plus, you should grab some sun, you may not believe it but when your skin is sunkissed… you look really good.” 

He raised his eyebrows and quickly removed the shirt at your request.

Running into the water you splashed and played and he took great pleasure in picking you up and throwing you as far as he could.

The sun was getting ready to set and you wanted to dry off before the cooler air set in.

Leading him out of the water you both laid down on the towel. He put his arm around you under your neck and you cuddled into his side.

“My god Guk, look at your abs!”

He blushed like crazy as you traced the muscles on his stomach.

“Stop, it tickles,” he giggled.

But you didn’t, you kept tickling him until he held you so tight you couldn’t move. He had you pinned, flipping you on your back he shook his wet hair flinging water droplets all over you. Pleased with himself he leaned in closer to you, his eyes asking for permission to kiss you. As the gap between you got narrower you could hear his name being shouted and footsteps running closer. He flopped onto his back and sighed as your roommates and friends piled on top of him.

Eating, drinking and catching up with everyone you watched each other from across the bonfire. Moving from person to person he slowly made his way back to your side.

“Welcome back,” running your hand through the back of his hair, it was now or never. 

Pulling him closer your lips finally met in the way they were destined, soft, slow and full of love. His hands instinctively moved to cup your face as the world stopped around you.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Nose to nose he smiled at you and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

It didn’t last long, his phone started going off incessantly. The managers knew, you'd been careless, photos and videos of him from the studio had been posted online.

“I’m so sorry Jungkook, I didn’t mean for you to get in trouble.”

His eyes turned hungry as he grabbed your hand.

“Let’s get out of here, you promised I wouldn’t be going back to my hotel tonight.”

If he was going to get in trouble anyway, why stop now?  

The drive back to your place was quiet,  adrenaline and hormones flowing like electricity through you both. The time for smiling was over as the seriousness of the situation hung in the air.

It wasn’t just being in trouble or being caught, but the fact that you both knew what was going to happen when you stepped into your bedroom. One act that would change everything between you, holding the power to change the dynamic of your relationship forever.

Leading him to your room you closed the door and stood staring at him as he sat on your bed. He raked his fingers through his hair before he spoke, “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to be able to make love to you. BUT I also know that when I leave I’m not going to get to see you again for a very long time. Management is going to do everything to keep us apart and that won’t be fair to you. I think that maybe we should just let our happy memories of today be enough, I don’t want you to get hurt." 

Walking closer you stood between his legs and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"The only way I can be hurt is if I never get to experience all of you. I can’t live not knowing how it feels to be totally yours if only for the night.”

He rested his head against your chest, “You’ll always be mine.”

His hands traveled to the hem of your shirt and his fingers ran over the soft skin of your stomach. Undoing the button of your jeans he slowly slid them down your legs and you stepped out of them. 

Standing up he lifted the thin fabric of your shirt over your head and you stood before him waiting as he took his off too. Unclasping your bra he sighed as he looked at you taking in your shape, his fingertips hovering over your hard nipples.

“I’ve never done this before,” he confessed.

“Me either,” you whispered, “So, I guess the bar's pretty low.”

His giggles cut the tension before he pulled you on top of him onto the bed. More relaxed he let his mouth start exploring your body. You were goosebumps and shivers beneath him as his tongue found it’s home between your legs.

He was soft and careful, placing his lips over your clit sucking it in delicately until your moans couldn’t be contained any longer. You could feel his eyes burning into you as he watched in awe as his finger slid inside you.

“It feels good Kookie, please…”

He sighed as his mouth picked up speed and another finger slid in. Moving your hips to meet his mouth you were unravelling quickly.

“The way you taste is better than anything I had imagined.”

Devouring your clit in sessions  between his words you came hard on his tongue.

“I made you so wet,” he said, impressed with himself.

Moving up to where your head lay on the pillow he pushed the dampened hair off your face, “Are you ok? Do you need anything?”

He placed his forehead against yours.

“Just you Kookie, I love you so much… I want you so badly.”

Moving slowly he lined himself up with your wet entrance.

“Tell me if you need me to stop okay?”

He pushed slowly and you could feel yourself stretching around him. He watched your face and froze when he saw the tear roll out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m so sorry, let’s stop, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He thumbed away the tear.

“No, baby… I’m okay… I’m just so happy, so overwhelmed with how much I’m feeling right now.”

He smiled down at you, pressing his body closer as he gave another push until he was fully inside. Your bodies fell into a beautifully choreographed rhythm until Jungkook was so lost in pleasure he began to move at his own pace. Quicker and deeper he moved until he finally spilled into the condom. 

You kissed, and kissed, and kissed until you fell asleep wrapped around each other.

Every few hours he’d wake you up, checking to make sure it wasn’t a dream, you'd made love each time, everytime better than the last.

It was 9 am when he caressed you awake once more.

“I have to leave soon. I don’t want to,” he spoke nestled into your neck just under your ear, “Please tell me to stay.”

Your heart broke at his words, “If I ask you to stay, I’m selfish, you’ll always wonder if you made the right decision. If I tell you to go, your dreams come true… ” your voice trailed off...

“And I’ll always wonder if I made the right decision,” he finished. 

Your phone started ringing and you knew time was up.

It was Joon, “I’m outside, sorry, I held them off as long as I could. I told them I’d come get him so you could at least have time to say goodbye.”

Your tears fell out in heavy ugly sobs, “Okay, five minutes… and Joon… thanks, I know you’re probably in trouble too.”

Hanging up you turned back, Jungkook was already out of bed with his clothes thrown on. He stood with open arms waiting, 

"Thank you for yesterday.“

Laying your head against his chest you took a moment to listen to his heartbeat. You could hear him sniffle, and knew he was crying.

You flashed back remembering that night long ago when he came to you homesick, holding you so he could sleep while he tried to hide his tears. There was a knock at the door and Namjoon’s voice broke through the moment.

"We’ve got to go Jungkook.”

Stepping away you’d left his shirt soaked in tears, handing him his sweater he pushed it back towards you, “You keep it.”

He kissed you one last time and turned the handle opening it to reveal Namjoon. His Hyung put his arm around his shoulder and led him to the car.

Turning one more time his eyes were filled with tears and he gave a small wave before getting in the back of the big black sedan. 

For months you pretended that management was the only thing keeping you apart.

You held onto your silly notions until May when they were coming for the Billboard awards. For weeks leading up you waited for a message, a secret meeting arrangement, but you got nothing. His image was all over the TV and his voice echoed through you empty heart and then he was gone again. 

Now, here you stood in your kitchen, his letter bringing him to the forefront of your mind,  opening old wounds.

He was just as sad as you but what could you do? Picking up a pen you began writing… 

I shouldn’t have done it but I read it in your letter

You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better

I wanted to reach out but I never said a thing

You don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are

And honey, you don’t ever have to act cooler than you think you should

You’re brighter than the brightest stars

You’re scared to win, scared to lose

I’ve heard the war was over if you really choose

The one in and around you

You hate the heat, you got the blues

You’re changing like the weather, oh, that’s so like you

I’ll pick you up

I’ll catch you on the flipside

If you come back to California

We’ll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far

We’ll hit up all the old places

We’ll have a party, we can dance till dawn… 

Y/N

October came and a chill was in the air, the smell of winter hit your nose and you stopped to take it in.

Bundled in Jungkook’s hoodie you threw your bag over your shoulder and began your walk to work. Movement had hired you on for a new intensive program and today you were going to meet your students.

So many memories flooded your mind as you made your way through the familiar neighborhood. It still hurt but things were beginning to feel happy again. Writing the letter had given you closure, he knew how you felt and beyond that there was nothing else you could do.

Opening the heavy door to the studio you caught a familiar reflection moving in the mirror writing something on the glass, It couldn’t be?

Hearing the door click back into place he turned to face you,

“Hi.”

He walked towards you slowly, unsure of what your reaction would be, he approached with caution.

“Hi.”

You were breathless, in the months of not seeing him he’d grown more handsome.

“I can’t change what happened… and for the rest of my life I’ll be sorry for all of the time we missed.”

He was getting closer.

“But I can’t take another day not knowing if I can fix this… somehow…”

He reached for your hand but you pulled it away. His head fell in disappointment.

“Jungkook, I can’t listen to this… look at me.”

Reaching for his chin you pulled his head up until he was facing you again.

“I refuse to listen to you apologize for something that was out of your control. Your life was decided before you met me and I can only be grateful that I got to appear in some part of your story.”

He tilted his head and pressed a small kiss into the hand that was still holding his chin.

“God I’ve missed you” he said as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

“How long are you here? I’ve got to teach class.. It’s my first day but I’d love it if we could catch up?”

He laughed at you and your knees buckled at the sound of his happiness.

Taking his chance he pressed his lips to yours and you could feel the smile forming on his face.

“I’m your private lesson Jagi, I’ve booked you for the next two weeks”

Taking a step back you had to ask, “How Jungkook? What will you be giving up?”

Pulling you back to his embrace he began to dance with you.

“There is no more giving up… on anything. Our contracts were over and I only had one thing I wouldn’t negotiate on…that’s you." 

Holding you tightly he moved you to look at the mirror.

"I wrote you something”

Please call my name one more time

I’m standing under the frozen light, 

but I’ll walk step by step towards you

Still with you

“Y/N, I promise I’ll never let you go again"

#jungkook #jungkook smut #kookie #guk #bts

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About Motivatedtale

.:Contents:.

.:Author’s Note:.

.:Summary/Idea:.

.:Characters:.

Motive

Unmotivated

.:Stray Facts and Resources:.

FAQ

Rules

.:Inspiration:.

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.:Author’s Note:.

   Hey, so I've noticed this a long time ago but I’m just now confronting it since I got my computer fixed- it seems pretty impossible to reach the “About Motivatedtale” on mobile, even with the literal LINK to the page (I could only sort of access it through some loopholes in a browser- and the link just took me to my Tumblr instead), so I wanted to compile the information that’s in there into a post for any mobile users who may follow this blog. I’ve got more followers here than my art blog-- so even if there’s not much interaction each post, I think there’s at least a few people who might not have access to an about page here. Changes are very likely to be made and things will be added occasionally :)

.:Summary/Idea:.

 “Have you ever wondered what happens to creations when a creator gives up?”

 Motivatedtale is essentially an abandoned AU with no finished story or a plot. Which, ironically, not having a story is the story itself. It’s a tale about how the lack of motivation (along with other things like self doubt and lack of interest) in a Creator leaves a story unfinished, and with no reason to exist, no story, the AU is crumbling into nothingness, as it is being forgotten by the only one who knows about its existence- the Creator. However, there’s two characters in it that have to deal with that burden of having no ending or reasons to exist. And they’re completely aware of what’s going on.

 At least, the first one that was created is aware, because they were made to be that way. They inform the only other character (Frisk/Motive) about all of this when they meet. They’re a Sans of course (which is sort of a self aware joke because a lot of people either start with the Sans of an AU when creating characters, subtly revolve around a Sans of an AU in a story, or the entire story literally and shamelessly revolves around a Sans. This is not an attack on anyone). This Sans goes by Unmotivated, and is quite bitter about existing.  These characters have no finished story, no destiny, and no purpose. Being self aware of this can be a great burden on hope and happiness; ignorance is bliss, after all.

 What the AU would’ve been if it was “completed” is unsure.

 How the story ends is not fully decided or meant to be disclosed (for now), but even if this AU is finished or not, it is already technically complete. It symbolizes a project that is given up on; a project that is abandoned, and what would happen if the characters in these types of projects were conscious about this- if our ideas existed somewhere out there, somewhere where our decisions, intentional and unintentional, have a serious affect.

 So, if this AU is abandoned, it’ll be quite ironic.

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.:Characters:.

Motive

    Motive is the Frisk of this AU, and one of only two characters that are in this AU. Motive was created after Unmotivated, but the coloring of their design was given up on towards the very end. Their sweater is unfinished because the creator gave up on them due to being overwhelmed with empty and destructive thoughts, but the outline/shape is still there. The sleeve usually is never shaded/effected by light.

  Motive is an optimist, and believes that their AU will one day be finished. They have the soul of motivation, which is outwardly visible and tied to the loose hanging strap of their overalls. They don’t have preferences in pronouns (though they/them is usually the default), and calling them by any pronoun is fine (she/he/they/it..it really doesn’t matter, honestly).  

  Motive acts impulsively a lot of times and does not think of the consequences of their actions…or, they do, but they choose to move forward with their actions anyways. Since optimism is one of their key traits and it’s exaggerated and simplified in their character and logic, it can result in some bad outcomes. The same goes for their impulsitivity. They’re not that serious natured, and act more like a child than a young adult (despite being 18). However, they do make a lot of (sometimes unnerving) jokes that could be considered uncomfortable, but they mean no harm. While Motive is quite intelligent and empathetic, they’re distracted quite easily and might say or do inappropriate things during certain situations.

  Since Motive is technically a new character and was not fully developed by their Creator (backstory, powers, etc), their underdevelopment as a character is actually a big part of their development as a character. 

(More is to be added later)

Unmotivated

 The Sans of the AU, and the first ever character created (which again is poking fun of the idea that people usually start with the Sans of the AU for characters). Unmotivated is bitter and cynical towards his existence and his Creator, and is completely aware of the multiverse and AU Creators. A big fourth wall breaker. He’s apathetic, bored and often paints himself as emotionless and uncaring to hide any hurt/feelings of helplessness. He bottled them away a long time ago.  At first, Unmotivated was hopeful about his AU, but he was alone for an unspecified but long amount of time in his AU, and was driven to toxicity and bitterness during that time. He’s seen his universe grow, halt, and then slowly deteriorate- he has seen new ideas come and go, and is helpless to stop the rampant decay of his universe- his home- his story. He’s overall a pretty lonely character. 

When or why he got the nickname “Unmotivated” is unclear- but it’s definitely supposed to be a pun. He hates the name but finds it funny and ironic at the same time. 

  Unmotivated’s soul is held by a string that is woven into his rain coat. He considers this to be poor design choice but doesn’t really do anything to fix it. He often keeps his soul in his pocket for safe keeping.  (More is to be added later)

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.:Stray Facts:.

• The AU resets (sort of like an update) each time a new idea is added. This is how Unmotivated is generally aware of Motive when they’re created. • The “Creator” resembles anyone who has abandoned or given up on their projects or ideas. This isn’t meant to put people that do this in a negative light.

•The white of Motive’s sleeve isn’t meant to be shaded since it’s “incomplete.”

FAQ (most are from amino since not many people ask here)

- What was the AU supposed to originally be before it was abandoned?

 This is undecided and left up for interpretation. However, based off of the design of the current characters, it can be safely assumed that the AU was supposed to be more lighthearted and cutesy. There are random bits and ideas spread throughout the AU that give glimpses to what it could’ve been.

- Can I draw fanart of these characters?

 Of course! I’d be honored to receive fanart and would love to see it! Just please keep things appropriate if you do.

- Is Ink Sans or Core Frisk going to be in the comic?

No.

 I’ve gotten asked this several times, and the answer is no. Doing this would completely ruin the theme and point I’m trying to get across with this comic. This story revolves around a Creator and their Creations, and there will be no other characters made by other people.

- Are Motive and Unmotivated shipped together?

NO.

 It’s fine as a joke but please realize they aren’t. This isn’t an AU centered around romance and would distract from the goal of the comic if I had that. While I’m not anti-frans in any sense, I still don’t want it in my comic.

- How often do you plan on updating the comic?

  Each page is published whenever I finish it nowadays due to stress of a schedule. I post them in bulks of 2-3 on amino and twitter, and whenever I finish the page on deviantart, instagram and here.

- Is the Creator a character?

 Yes, and no. The Creator represents not only myself, but any artist that has struggles putting their creations out there due to insecurities or other causes. They’re more symbolic and fluent rather than a structured and identified character. Of course though, if there is any introduction of the Creator, I would have to give them some sort of design- and I do have general ideas of what they’d look like. However, they’re still supposed to represent a broader group of people than just myself.

- What does Unmotivated think about other AUs/Sanses?

 Unmotivated has an apathetic mindset when it comes to AUs and other characters like him. He’s incredibly self aware and sees a much bigger picture. He knows characters are just pawns to their creator, and won’t get fazed by any story. Sort of like watching actors in a movie while constantly reminding yourself that they’re just actors. However, he is quite envious of anyone with a complete and happy storyline, since that’s something he lacks but yearns the most. That’s something he wish he had.

 Keep in mind Unmotivated and Motive cannot interact or travel outside of their AU, and no one can interact with their AU except the editor/creator.

Rules

• Please do not publicly RP with these characters unless given permission. This might be changed after more of the comic is complete, but I do not want these character’s personalities to be strewn.

•  Please do not draw or write NSFW with my characters– I am a minor, and a large part of my audience are also minors.

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.:Inspiration:.

  Alright, this part is going to be a lot less formal and more personal. The idea for this AU came from my own self doubt and self destructive attitude as a creator. Doubting my own works and ideas has seriously held me back for a long time, and it STILL holds me back as I’m sure it has for many, MANY other creators like me. Musicians, artists, writers.. Almost all of us have that fear of trying out a new idea or making something you usually wouldn’t. Almost all of us have felt that crushing self doubt when you see someone better than you, and you tell yourself you’ll never be like them, your art will never be that great, you’ll never get that far…so on, so on.

  So, while I was trying to come up with an idea for an AU (which I had actually been considering for well over a year), the thoughts crept in.

“no one will like this”

“there’s enough AU’s”

“you’re unoriginal”

“this is a waste of time”

“the fandom is dying”

“you have horrible character designs”

“AU’s are overrated”

“this doesn’t fit your audience”

“people will judge you”

“you never finish anything”

“this is stupid”

“your art isn’t good enough”

“you’re not good enough”

“someone probably already came up with this idea”

“no one cares about your idea”

“no one would bother with your art”

  And ironically, all these thoughts gave me this idea.

  Even so, these thoughts have still been nagging me every time I even try to work on this, and it’s been taking a lot of courage to take on the heap of anxiety I have over something so harmless. I didn’t join the Undertale fandom for over a year simply because I was afraid of being judged for my interests,, fun fact. Never thought I’d be able to make an AU. I’m still quite nervous posting art of anything that isn’t Mario related for some reason.

  Putting all this to side though, I find the concept of what happens to unfinished and/or abandoned stories and projects interesting, especially if there’s an alternate reality that’s actually effected by your decisions. Kinda like you’re a god. I mean, imagine what it would be like if you had a creator and they just gave up on you, and you’re left with no purpose. Seems like it would suck, haha.

  So that’s basically my AU, Motivatedtale. If you have any thoughts or questions, I’d love to hear them. Thanks for reading if you did!

#Motivatedtale #undertale au #comic #about page #alternate universe #information #motivatedtale comic #au #au comic #au sans #au frisk #motive #unmotivated

[datingintampafails]

Chapter 30: Richard*

Let me start by saying, nothing is wrong with Richard*. I match with Richard* right as the nightmare that is “the microwave” has come to a close. Now that I am mere days away from being fully vaccinated, I break the rules a little bit to give myself a headstart before I am able to actually go on the dates. I figure, what is the harm in working on getting back out there? I send a “Like” to him on Hinge, inquiring about a prompt that mentions he had broken both of his arms. The next morning, I get a reply with the story. After discussing that series of events briefly, he goes on to ask more about me and the video games I play. I step on my soapbox for a time. He tells me that he plays a video game called League of Legends, which has a reputation for having some of the most toxic players online. I ask him half-jokingly if that is his way of telling me he is toxic. He swears by his alibi of not having his microphone on when he plays with strangers, so as to not be tempted. We reminisce about Runescape, and he tells me more about some of the games he plays.

We get into the topic of pets, where he says my dog seems nice. I ask him if he has any pets where I am surprised to learn he has two snakes. We talk briefly about what it’s like having snakes, and we segue onto a conversation about television shows due to my dog having a character’s name in a show he watches, which then segued into a conversation about having coronavirus, and travel, and my changes in taste since aforementioned COVID-19.

I narrate to him a conversation I’m having with my best friend about the show of the moment, “Bridgerton,” on Netflix. Pretty randomly, he officially asks me out for drinks. I tell him I have a caveat, that it needs to be next week, as at this time I am still technically not supposed to be dating yet since I am awaiting my second COVID-19 vaccination. I make a joke that I bet he thought I was going to say I had a penis. He jokes back that he was hoping I would. I continue a joke saying I am pretty sure I don’t have one, but if I do have one it’s extremely small. We learn that we have opposing schedules, “we suck” is how I put it. I offer that in the meantime, we can text/call/video chat in order to continue getting to know each other. He sends me his number though offers that we can talk with a “different method.” Being the jester I am, I turn this into a joke of seeing how many alternate methods I can think of. A good sport, he plays along and adds a few of his own, ending in “Mongolian throat singing.” Despite the ingenious ideas we come up with, I opt to stick to contact him via text message.

Upon texting him and seeing my area code, he recognizes it as his cousins lived in that area. He grew up a couple of hours away in rural Maryland. It is late, so our transition to text is brief for now. In the morning I challenge him regarding who woke up the earliest; I win this challenge due to having a call in at work at four in the morning. We then bond over the legendary Mountain Dew Game Fuel, Citrus Cherry, that would come out at game releases; once my favorite drink, being reminded of its existence brought me anger and sadness, which I expressed I was feeling to him. We are getting along so famously, that I decided maybe I can make an exception to seeing him before my vaccine. He says he is fine either way. We start to plan our date and settle on a brewery I like near me.

Much of our texts are light-hearted jabs at each other, nothing super deep. He compliments my quirks often. He often makes jokes about having a smooth brain and sends me many diagrams. He tells me about his major in college. I then realize I don’t know what he does for a living. I ask him what his job is, that’s when he tells me he is in the Army. The stereotype for men in the military is that they usually get engaged quickly, without knowing a person for very long. Being the jokester I am, I take this opportunity to jab at him. My response to his career is, “oh sorry I don’t want to get married next month.” He says that that is why he doesn't have his job in his profile, because of the stereotypes. I joke that I have been misled to believe he had been a chill down to earth guy.

When it is the day of the date, I jokingly keep saying I am going to wear an evening gown; I mention it a couple times. When I arrive, in my skirt and crop top, I see he’s actually dressed pretty nicely and is sitting outside, wearing long khaki pants and a dress shirt. It is a decently warm day, so I hope he's okay. I compliment him, saying he looks nice and he didn't need to dress up for me. He admits that because I kept talking about the evening gown, that he thought I might have been serious, so he wanted to match my formality. I do notice over the course of the date though that he is sweating through his shirt, especially at the underarms; not the most attractive, but a person cannot help these things.

The conversation goes well, we have a nice time and I regale him with the drama in my video game community and just talk about random things. I have a couple drinks and although we weren't planning on eating dinner there, he ends up eating a burger and I opt to just "steal some fries" since I had a late lunch. He is craving dessert so we walk a block to a local ice cream place and get some ice cream as well. When we return back to where the cars were, I realize that he had Ubered there, because another joke of mine was taken seriously regarding getting super drunk. I feel bad and offer to drive him home. We get in my car and I have him put in his address into Google Maps. I drive him there and when approaching his apartment, I see a lot of construction. He instructs me where I can drop him off and suggests that I turn around in a certain lot. He gives me a hug goodbye and I drive off.

I get completely confused and lost in the construction, between closed streets and cones blocking lanes, so I get stuck in the vicinity of his apartment for five minutes before being able to find my way back to the main road. I let him know of my troubles driving, and also when I got home. He thanks me for going out and says he had a great time. Whereas I also had a good time, I found it strange he made no moves whatsoever during the night and I didn't really feel a romantic urge with him.

I get my second COVID-19 Vaccine and take a day off to recover. We still talk at least daily while he is away on his trip; while he is gone I focus a little more on the other guy I am chatting with, John*. I've told my mom of my predicament between the two men, and between her and I, I decided I'll go out with Richard* again, give him another chance. If things still aren't progressing or feelings startup, I will end it and entirely focus on John*.

Richard* asks me when he can see me again and offers to cook for me. I give him my Friday night, which is a day after I am seeing John* again as well. On Thursday, he texts me to verify, saying "I'd like to see you tomorrow, did you still want to do dinner?" I told him I meant to confirm that day. We don't talk besides that, which is good for me because I don't have to worry about getting texts from him when I'm with someone else. The day of my second date with Richard*, I text him to ask for his address again and ask for suggestions on parking, since the construction was such a fiasco for me, I'm still traumatized lightly. He tells me and after a few hours, I get some complicated news regarding my gaming community, so I ask Richard* if I can reschedule to tomorrow, Saturday. He says it is fine and so we just chat for the rest of the day.

On the day our date will actually happen, he again seems to verify the date, asking me if I'm planning on coming over "today." I snarkily replied, "yeah I don't bail, you said 730." He asks me what I want to drink, as he must be grocery shopping. I panic and say seltzers. I take a quick nap and then let him know I am headed to his apartment. When I arrive, I try to follow his parking suggestions but get confused and don't see anything. After driving around for over five minutes, I start to panic as I don't see anything. I find a random gravel lot that is in earshot of where I had dropped him off on the first date, and I call to admit defeat. I send him a photo as well to show where I am. He comes out to find me and almost walks past my car. I flash my high beams at him to indicate it's me and he hops in the car. We drive around a few minutes and luck upon a spot that is close to one of the side entrances to his apartment complex.

I follow him to his apartment, he is again dressed nicely, and I am wearing more comfortable clothes. He is wearing a nice shirt, but with jeans. We get to his apartment and it is slightly better than a typical bachelor pad, but definitely not overly showy. He is still finishing up dinner, chicken pad thai, and he gets me out a white claw to drink. We chat briefly but he starts acting weird, just off. I just sit in his gaming chair and spin around, look at his one snake, and stay quiet. In a way, I am fine with the silence, as it solidifies my unease about this going anywhere. He eventually speaks up, saying he just got a killer headache and isn't feeling well. Due to his travels, I joke about him having coronavirus.

When the food is ready, I let him serve me, I tell him to go light as I don't eat much. He had talked a lot of game regarding his pad thai being good, and unfortunately, it was pretty disappointing. He used chicken thighs, which I am not a huge fan of, and the noodles seemed almost soggy. Richard* was aware of this, however, and commented that this wasn't his best dish and had used a new kind of noodles. I don't like and say that it's just alright, at least palatable. We watch some Brooklyn 99 and eat on his couch, sitting on opposite sides of the couch. After dinner, I get an official introduction to the snakes and get to pet them, it is bizarre, but kind of cool. Definitely not as fun as playing with, say, a dog. Shortly after that, I say it's getting late and I should probably go home. He walks me back to my car, which is a need since his complex is a maze. Again, he makes no moves and gives me a hug goodbye. For me, it's easy to see that something isn't quite right here. We chat briefly, for the next few days, as I'm not ready to immediately break his heart.

When he texts me four days after our date, explicitly saying the following, I see it is a perfect opportunity to come clean:

He took things very well, and I didn't hear from him again. I commend myself for being a real human and telling people how I feel, rather than ghosting and not giving others closure. I wish more conversations could go this way. I feel bad for the guy. It isn’t his fault that I ended up “playing the game” and doing what you’re supposed to do when you’re dating, which is, not to get stuck on one person and date around. It just so happens, he ended up being the one I obviously didn’t like as much and had to sacrifice for his own good. It’s possible that only due to my extreme attraction to the other guy, that he never had a chance as it was shadowed by my feelings for someone else.

#dating #relationships #tampa #tampabay #hinge #tinder #bumble #stpete #clearwater

[coinofstone]

SCENE 59

Three fucking seasons in a row it’s been “I’m going to watch the special features at the end and if there’s anything worth mentioning I’ll make a separate post. 

Three fucking seasons in a row there really hasn’t been anything separate-post-worthy in those special features. 

Today that’s changed. 

DID YOU ALL KNOW ABOUT THIS?! DID NOBODY TELL ME ON PURPOSE TO WITNESS MY RIDICULOUSLY OUTSIZED REACTION BECAUSE JOB WELL DONE

I am sitting at a computer with the air conditioner off to write this post. THAT IS A BIG DEAL. 

First of all, I managed to find the clips on youtube. For those that don’t know, here’s the deleted scene: https://youtu.be/8r5eui13EtY

Here’s the scene that was included in the episode: https://youtu.be/YleIpvDDexs

You only need the first minute or so in that second video. They condensed the crap out of the scene, cutting some dialog, playing it more of a tense-joking-adrenaline-mid-battle scene than the intimate, introspective moment it had been. Because there’s no captions in either video I’ve transcribed the relevant dialogue here. Keep in mind this is by-ear quick transcription and not guaranteed to be entirely accurate.

Deleted scene:

Arthur: All the things I’ve faced, I’ve never been worried about dying. 

Merlin: Don’t think you should now.

Arthur: Sometimes you do puzzle me. 

Merlin: You never fathomed me out?

Arthur: No. 

Merlin: Well... I always thought if things would’ve been different we’d have been good friends. 

Arthur: Yeah. 

Merlin: If you weren’t such an arrogant, pompous, dollop-head.

Arthur: ::laughs::

Merlin: That’s what you have to remember... things never turn out how you expect. You’ll see. We’ll defeat the Dorocha, we will. Together. 

Arthur: I appreciate that. 

Arthur: (holding sigil) This belonged to my mother. It bears her sigil. Here. (hands sigil to Merlin)

Merlin: Arthur, I can’t -

Arthur: Just-  Take it. 

MERLIN DOES’T KNOW HOW TO SAY THANK YOU!?!?! Moving on.

The version of this dialog that aired in the episode:

Arthur: All the things I’ve faced, I’ve never worried about dying.

Merlin: I don’t think you should now.

Arthur: Sometimes you puzzle me.

Merlin: You never fathomed me out?

Arthur: No.

Merlin: I always thought if things had’ve been different we’d have been good friends.

Arthur: Yeah.

Merlin: That’s if you hadn’t been such an arrogant, pompous, dollop-head.

Arthur: ::laughs::

Merlin: We’ll defeat the Dorocha. We will, Arthur. Together. 

Arthur: I appreciate that. Y’know, you’re a brave man, Merlin. ...between battles. 

Merlin: (laughs) You don’t know how many times I’ve saved your life!

Arthur: (laughs) If I ever become King, I’m gonna have you made court jester.

(they both laugh)

It’s important to look at the timing here - the deleted scene ran nearly 2 minutes long. The scene that aired ran just over one minute long. They REPLACED (not removed) three lines of dialog but the scene shortened by about 50 seconds overall - nearly half the run time. Speeding up the conversation the way they did takes it from genuine heartfelt moment to nervous battlefield banter - it virtually erases the weightiness of it. And obviously, removing the engagement sigil is a really significant change.  

Another thing is the atmosphere. In both scenes, it’s just the two of them alone. but the deleted scene is undeniably more intimate.The crackling of the fire is louder than the music, which is playing so softly it’s barely there. The music doesn’t kick in at all until 40 seconds in, before that it’s just the sound of the fire, which is a deliberate effect. The castle version has music that’s a lot more noticeable, it’s that variation of the Merlin theme (I’m terrible with music meta in general but I genuinely do not know the titles of the music so I apologize for that) which also feels like a very deliberate choice - it’s distracting from the moment. Just like the screeching Dorocha. It seems like they were actively trying to lighten that moment between the boys, which I can only figure had to be orders from on high.

Looking back at the episode it seems like the deleted scene was meant to be wedged between Merlin gathering firewood while Lancelot tells him to go back to Camelot before he gets hurt, and the Morgana scene. Or maybe after the Morgana scene but before the scene where they find the frozen bodies in the road. Either way, this was clearly timed for the overnight stop en route to the big castle ruins. There’s a certain amount of tension, due to the mission, but they aren’t in immanent danger. The conversation between Merlin and Arthur is more introspective than anything else. There’s long pauses, thoughtful glances. Whereas the aired scene, in my opinion, looks like it was shoehorned into that moment just before Merlin jumps in front of the Dorocha to save Arthur. If you watch it carefully, you can see that the little prelude scene between Merlin and Arthur, which was spliced with the knights coming to rescue to them, would just as seamlessly flow into the ending WITHOUT that specific conversation as written above. Now, I say ‘shoehorned’ and I absolutely do not know the filming schedule and nothing was specifically said about it in the commentary track, but what WAS said is that they ARE on set in that scene, not on location. That means they could’ve added that as a pick up at any point during filming. The cave in the deleted scene was almost certainly a set as well, but that scene wasn’t mentioned at all in the commentary, I went back to check and during the portion where I think the scene was meant to be aired, they were just talking about Game of Thrones. But this is still important, because in choosing to put the conversation in that moment, the result is, as I said above, a far ‘lighter’ moment, because they are in very real and very immanent danger, they cannot be all thoughtful and introspective, they’ve got to be full of adrenaline and nerves and gallows humor. I liked that little moment in the episode, but now that I know what was cut I feel cheated   😂  

I’ve seen some people say that they had to cut out the thing with the sigil because by medieval rules, possessing that sigil would make Merlin a member of the royal family. I’m sure it would, but I really doubt that’s why it was axed, especially since as we all know, this show is a total stickler for historical accuracy. The only reasonable explanation is that someone decided it was toooooooo gay, too in-your-face-obvious that there’s a romantic relationship there. I mean, Arthur proposed to Gwen with his mother’s ring, he gives Merlin his mother’s sigil after confessing he’s worried he might die on their mission? COME ON. (I know that’s not the only reasonable explanation please just let me rant in peace this is new information for me)

And while I’m here I’d like to share this with you all... because it is ahhhmazing. 

The deleted scenes didn't have captions which was VERY disappointing, but this was so funny I had to edit it out and throw some captions in there. I've also uploaded it to YouTube as well. And here, have a gif

#bbc merlin #bbc merlin spoilers #merlin #merlin spoilers #merthur #onceandfuturerewatch #deleted scene #scene 59 #scene 53 #bbc merlin 4x07 #bbc merlin 4x02 #merlin 4x02 #merlin 4x07

[shiro-0197]

aw shiro, my love, don't worry about it!! i only hope you're okay and safe :d please only reply when you're free, and don't feel bad about it!! >:(

my day yesterday was okay, i've just been relaxing, and studying occasionally. went out to explore a nearby town too, it's so pretty there. and much colder (since it's a highlands) of course!! Today was great too. I bought doughnuts (they're amazing?? I love doughnuts), and I had instant ramen, but it was SO spicy I nearly died. (Three bottles of water later, because someone finished all the milk in the household *cough* me *cough*) and I'm still just reeling. Sucks having such low spice tolerance HAHA. I'm listening to some old school hip-hop rn, while typing this out :D how were your two days?

here are some i'll be using to teach english :d and that would honestly be much appreciated, he's getting on my last nerve rn. (I included the first few, what do you think?)

thats such a priceless feeling i so totally agree. you're so precious 🥺🥺 i'm sure they're prouder thank you imagine. you're so dedicated!! i'm sure all that extra research you've done will definitely pay off. it's good that you know what the job is roughly like, so you'll be really prepared when you finally do start it. you know that one scene, in the 2nd season of the great pretender? when the chinese mafia boss emphasizes the importance of a translator in literally everything? (like that book award example) i may be getting the thing muddled up, but i found that so cool. like yeah, a book or speech could be absolutely beautiful, but if everyone can't enjoy it due to it being a different language, it would be such a shame. i just find translators really important. sorry, i'm really dorky haha 🥺🥺

awww but i think your personality type is wonderful. a lot of my favourite characters are intj (they're all so precious istg grrrr) yes!! i was in a tooru brainrot yesterday too 😭😭😭 (saw a bunch of couples on my walk, and I was like "if only Tooru was real grrrr") and yes?? there'd be so much to learn from each and every one of them. dedication from hinata, savage lines from tsukki, kindness from yams/yachi, how to be a dork 101 from atsumu. aaaah 😭😭i'm sorry they're all so wonderful.

No pftttt I totally feel you. I saw some people without masks today and I was like "bro wtf" and just really loudly said "I sure hope everyone starts following the rules so the cases don't increase" because I'm a lil bitch like that xD

awww okay!! I'll definitely keep that in mind. Mayo makes everything better, tbh >.< aww that's understandable! I don't have specific preferences but hearing the phrase "soggy cheese" makes me want to cry somewhere :( I don't like nuts in chocolate. I'm very passionate about that? XD ikr??

I'm surprised too, I usually never pass on murder, but I guess you're just special like that 👉👈 sir I'd get married to you as many times as you'd like 😼 oops sorry for being cheesy, but—you like cheese ;)

U

I won't ask why, don't worry. Since I kinda feel the same about Malaysia tbh. It's a love hate relationship, I think HAHA but yeah 😣😣 i don't look up to US at all, and it sucks because people generally do. And I'm just like ;-; why (no offense to Americans tho lol)

is that even legal omg they're so chaotic?? XD how cute tho. Angel does stuff like that all the time too, but I'd never know that when I first met her (she has the most perfect exterior, and then when you get to know her; she's the biggest dork) Schools opening on the 20th, I can't wait to see her then :] (I can, however, wait for the exams which are scheduled for the 25th ugh)

peanut butter is indeed yellow, not up for discussion hehe :) here's my favourite hues!! I love gentle, soft hues like these (pastels) , for yellow; I don't have a favourite. they're all wonderful

ahhh no that's so precious of you!! :)) I'm smiling rn.

yeah skdhskdjsk I'M JUST SO GRRR. Whenever someone goes "hey Ari can you ______" and we both respond?? The tension?? In the air?? Bro skdjskks. 😔🤚 You share a name with one of the most precious characters too tho!!;

This is Shiro from Voltron hehe. I love him so much, just like I love you (tho I'm sure we both know I love you more <3)

I share a name with a book character. His name is Aristotle Mendoza, but his crush-turned-boyfriend calls him "Ari" (which has been my nickname since I was 12). Reading it for the first time was the BEST feeling ever. It's also my favourite book, "Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe".

—Ari :D (no pfttt I love the tag so much. I have my own tag, that's like the best thing ever 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

Heyyy I'm so sorry for answering so late!! I know you said not to apologize but..... well hmm no excuse I just feel like apologizing, but either way thank you for your patience!!♡ This is the third time I'm rewriting this, and this time I'm doing this in my notes because fuck it😔

Im glad to hear that!! Highlands are always so pretty. Wish we had those here, but it's only steppe here:( Boring~ ooh, donuts!!! They're really good. I havent much, but I tried them like 3 times and they're so good. I really hope I will get to eat more<3 also WHAT'S THOSE NOODLES' NAME I WANNA KNOW- Are you feeling okay now, though? XD

My days were nice!!! Felt as if I had been hiding three bodies, but I've been feeling better lately. We had online school yesterday so I'm excused from the errands for the half of the day, thankfully. But your messages make me very happy. Though I dont always feel like writing a response (or I get stressed because it doenst save) so very sorry for that😔

Ohh those look so pretty!! I'd totally join to just look at them. The colors are so nice🥺 it looks like one of our olympiad prep slides, though better. I dont have the screenshots sadly😩 Either way I really love the little details like the squiggly thingies or the Ж .... they seem unnecessary but the energy changes a lot without them hehe

I really hope they will be🥺 that'd mean a lot to me. And I'm also really hopeful itll work out. I really don't wanna disappoint my family, which is literally just one person. The less people there are, the more it hurts, you know?

Yeah, that scene meant so much to me!! I dknt remember much, but I was very happy they said something like that, because I've been told being a translator wont work out for me. Now look at me, I'm about to tell them to fuck themselves<3 I was also so surprised to see Laurent know that many languages ..... I aspire to be like him😩 And honestly, I havent though so deep of that but you opened my eyes and now I'm about to float off into the next universe😭 dont apologize though, its very cute!!!♥︎♥︎

Heheh, I guess you're right.. every single anime INTJ is a silent sexy mastermind and I love them . ... YEAH every single time I see a passing couple i cry because I dont have anyone 😡💔 and sometimes when I see people doing something amusing (which includes people failing cuz I'm evil) I just imagine one of the characters doing that and I smile all the way xD Honestly, I'd sell my father on black market for a single day with one of them:( though that may sound like a really low price because his cigarette filled lungs wouldnt cost a lot... I sound like my 7th grade self again I'm so sorry

BAHQHHANEJWJD I HOPE THEY WERE EMBARRASED. I HOPE THEY FELT AWKWARD AND OTHER PEOPLE DID TOO, they deserve it. Like, learn your lesson bitch, it's been a year!

Yeah!!! I love mayo, not to the point where I would gulp it down from the package, but it does make dishes taste good. Same, soggy cheese on itself sounds like a dish served in the ninth circle of hell. You should try nuts in honey!! Like, just straight up dip them in honey. Sounds weird, and it doesnt always taste NEJFJKSKF (depends on the honey)but I think it's worth trying xD Walnuts are the best with honey I think

That was so funny ... TOO FUNNY, I LAUGHED FOR LIKE . 3MINUTES STRAIGHT and I do not laugh when I'm tired. You really are special 😭😭😭😭 cheesy ... HAHRNFJJSF

I'm so sorry for being a bully like that but it's so funny how you left a single U there . Its so mysterious, was it in purpose? Or were you lost in the excitement if messaging me?

I was one of those people, honestly 😭 but mostly because I wasnt aware of its political condition, I guess. Maybe theres more than just politics that's bad about US, but honestly, it has more opportunities than this hellfire. Though now I'm more into Norway and Japan. Really wanna travel there :(

Heheh, yeah, we never really show off to strangers at first. I dont know what exactly I mean by we, but you get my point ♡ Good luck though!! I hope it goes well for you<3

Oh they looks so pretty!! They're really wonderful. Like bubblegum and cotton candy and literally anything sweet... it's so cute !!! And I totally agree, there isnt a bad yellow.

HAHAH, honestly, that reminds me of how there were 4 people with the same name in my class, and whenever the teacher did the attendance thing, they would all stand up. Teachers usually dont say the last names, so we always gotta ask which person they mean if theres more than one person with that name, so yeah.. That happened on accident at first, but then they just did it for trolling xD

OH MY GOD HES SO PRETTY? HES SO PRECIOUS?? HUHHH??? I gotta thank Kuro for this wonderful opportunity of sharing a name with someone like .... him🥺

Oh that's so cool!! Also, he has a boyfriend ... I really need to start reading xD it's so cute though! It sounds like such a good book, I'm glad you share a name with him, hehe!!

I also share my real name with one of the characters in a kids' show, and its SO ugly, I'm in pain. Every time my friends see one of those on TV they go

Which is a pain in the ass, it's so embarrassing...........

Awh, okay!! I'm glad you love it, cuz I do too. Because it's your name.... cuz I love u. That was so lame PLEASEJWJDJSJF I HOPE YOUR DAY WAS GREAT !!! LOVE YOU

#Ari💕 #💞💞💝💝💗💖💗💖💕💝💕💝💓💖💗💖💓💖💕💖💞💓💝💕💝💖💓💖💗💖💞💝💕💘💕💘💖💖💗💖💓💖💖💞💖💝💕💘💘💗💝💗💖💓💖💞💖

[baepsaets]

hi! i saw you were going to south korea this summer and i was just wondering if you spoke any korean? and if you did, do you have any tips or anything? there's no classes near me to learn so i've been trying to learn myself because i really want to visit there someday. btw i hope you have fun! 💖💖

hi anon! thank you so much for your well wishes!

i’ve been studying korean on and off for a few months now, but these past several weeks i’ve really knuckled down and started taking my studies seriously. i’m also from an area that doesn’t offer any classes, so i’ve been self-studying. i’m gonna add a little “read more” and put a couple tips i’ve collect under the cut.

1.) start with hangul!

i cannot stress this one enough. some people, when they first start out, just skip hangul because they’re more interested in learning major phrases. sure, knowing major phrases is helpful, and it makes you feel smart as shit when you recognize them while watching a kdrama, but hangul is really the basis of korean and to properly read and speak korean, you need to learn hangul.

2.) build a relevant vocabulary!

to avoid getting overwhelmed, start with vocabulary that’s relevant to your daily life. if you’re a student, learn school-related vocabulary. book, paper, pencil, desk, chair. if you plan on working in an office, learn office-related vocabulary. good basic vocabulary to learn along with these would be weather, food, household items, clothing, numbers, ect. but make sure that when you study vocabulary, you don’t overwhelm yourself by doing too many words too fast.

listen, starting out, we’re all basically babies. do babies know a lot of vocabulary? no! but they learn and collect more words as their skills grow! if you learn too much vocabulary too soon, you’re going to struggle more not to just forget it all after you’ve learned it, especially when you self-study.

3.) try to make a concrete self-study schedule!

self-study is hard as shit, no lie. it’s hard to keep yourself motivated and invested. i really recommend trying to find a buddy to help you along your journey. if that’s not possible, try to make your self-study sessions as structured as possible. for me, that meant having set study days with an itinerary so i always knew what i was studying for that day. i’ve actually created a couple of my own worksheets that i’ve printed out and completed, but that’s the teacher in me jumping out. if you keep yourself on a tighter leash, you’ll be less likely to slack off when you’re having a lazy day.

because guess what, that will happen! and there’s nothing wrong with that! some days you’re not going to want to study, but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, or a bad student, or you’re not “really interested” in learning korean. learning is not always a linear line. take those days as they come and do your best to study what you can. i’ve just noticed that for me, personally, having a more structured self-study schedule has helped me combat these lazy days, when i’m not in the mood to do anything.

4.) find someone who speaks korean!

i had to include this one just because it’s such a good tip, but let’s be honest - this isn’t always applicable for everyone. i live in the middle of nowhere where people barely even speak their own native language, let alone korean. i recommend trying to find a website or chat group created for helping people learn languages! somewhere out there is a native korean looking to learn your language just like you’re looking to learn korean. find them and see if you can help one another! speaking to a native speaker while trying to learn a new language is the most effective way to learn that language. don’t be afraid to be awkward and make mistakes. we’re humans. we’re basically at a baby-speaking level! babies make mistakes all the time and we don’t think they’re dumb. they’re just learning.

the order that i went in when i started my study:

i mastered both hangul and pronunciation rules. and yes, it was hard - i often have to go back and reference my notes when i’m studying - but it’s really so worth it. hangul laid the foundation for learning korean in my mind, and without it i’d be a lot more lost than i am now trying to master sentence structures and *shudders* korean grammar. 

then i moved on to relevant vocabulary: numbers, months, weeks, days, colors, ect. quick note: korean actually has two number systems, so not only do you have to understand both, but each number system is used specifically, so you need to memorized when which number system is used when.

it was after i started learning vocabulary that i started focusing more on phrases. things like hello, goodbye, thank you, i’m sorry, ect. this is just a personal note: once my trip to south korea was more confirmed, i started memorizing phrases that would be helpful to tourists. things like help please, do you speak english?, where is this?, i speak korean a little, ect. one big thing to keep in mind when you start venturing into korean phrases is this: in korean, there is formal language and informal language! most kpopies know this but i just really want to stress it. i’m so nervous about my dumb white ass going to south korea and accidentally offending the hell out of a native korean. when i first started learning phrases, i literally stuck to just formal phrases. now that i’ve been studying longer, i’ve incorporated more informal phrases into my vocabulary.

after learning hangul, some vocabulary, and some phrases to build my confidence, i hesitantly moved on to verbs. i say hesitantly because once you master a few verbs, the next logical step is… making sentences?

this is the step i’m at now and it’s a struggle for me! it may not be the same for everyone, but i find korean grammar very challenging, and i currently have no tips to offer in reference to learning it because i’m in the middle of struggling through it myself.

so those are all the tips i have! if anyone else has more, please comment them. learning korean is something i take very seriously as it’s quite important to me, so i’d love additional tips about learning korean, korean culture, and self-study help!

#answers #anon #travel tips #korean tips