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[threadbaresweater]

Birthday Cake and First Impressions

Jumin Han x MC. This is based loosely on his route. Fluff, humor, a sassy female MC based on the one I created for the game. First kisses, mention of food (cake, specifically). A repost from an old blog. Happy Birthday, Jumin! I miss you. Divider by @/cafekitsune

Jumin had never known a love quite like hers before. 

He realized that perhaps he'd never loved before he met her. Certainly, he hadn't realized his capacity for such emotion until she stood there in the doorway to his penthouse, smiling and beautiful and maybe just a little bit uncertain about her purpose. 

"Jaehee thought you might need someone to keep you company," she said with a shrug, pushing her bangs away from her eyes. "Well...here I am!" The little giggle that punctuated her greeting made Jumin feel as if he might float away; he gripped the door handle and exhaled sharply before reaching out to take her suitcase. In reality, it was just another tactic to ground himself as he caught the scent of her shampoo. 

"Here you are," he echoed, remembering himself. She relinquished her suitcase to him, and he brought her inside with a dismissive nod to his guards. 

They spent the morning and afternoon talking about all manner of things. About their backgrounds. About wine and song and hobbies and family and the RFA party. About what made her laugh and what made Jumin smile. He’d never felt so in tune with someone, so at ease with idle conversation and the company of a woman. 

As the day grew into night and they settled upon his long, white couch in front of a modern gas fireplace that looked remarkably like the real thing, Jumin suddenly grew quiet. The chime of his companion’s phone brought him out of a melancholy calm, and he turned to her with a raised brow and a quirk of his lip. She had her stocking feet in his lap– mismatched socks, jeans that hit just above her ankle, and toes that wiggled at the funny look on his face. 

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, typing out a quick text message, then sliding her phone back into the rear pocket of her jeans. He’d discovered that she had an uncanny way of getting straight to the root of whatever was bothering him. Not only in his home, but in the chatroom even, she asked pointed questions. She knew exactly what to say and how to phrase it without being overbearing, instead encouraging him to speak his truth and let her– and the others– inside his heart that had been guarded for so, so long. 

“How can you tell there’s something on my mind?” he asked in return, idly patting her foot. It amazed him, the level of comfort they had achieved in a few short hours. How she innocently brought down all his walls and made him feel as if he could do and say just about anything.

“I see it in your eyes,” she said, dramatic and silly, in a much deeper voice than was natural to her. When Jumin frowned, she leaned back against the couch and blew her bangs upward, out of her face. “For real though. What’s going on in that head? You’ve been quiet for a few minutes now. Be honest, Jumin.” She leaned onto his shoulder and wrapped both hands around his bicep. “Do my feet smell?”

He gasped, and she burst into giddy laughter. Jumin wasn’t sure how to react at first; he watched her, fascinated with her loss of control and her melodic voice that carried throughout his living room. As he watched her toss her head back and open her pretty mouth, he was overcome with the very same glee that seemed to flow so freely from her body. 

His laughter began as an awkward sort of grunt; it startled both of them, and he caught her eyes, twinkling with unbridled amusement. “For your information,” he began, lifting her foot to his nose and inhaling deeply, “your feet do not smell.” 

She was so taken aback by how out of character his gesture was that she fell into stunned silence, watching while he lowered her foot back into his lap. “As to what’s on my mind, I’ll tell you. But only if you promise not to make a ruckus about it.”

She sat up straight and shimmied her shoulders, lifting her chin to appear proper and poised. When she spoke, she mimicked his speech, even lowering her voice an octave. Jumin wondered when the wine had gone to her head. “I promise not to make a ruckus about it, Mr Han. Sir.” 

“Today is my birthday.”

She nearly leapt into his lap when he confessed, but he raised an index finger to his lips to remind her. “You promised,” he said. It was almost a plea. She settled back into her spot, crossing her legs beneath her; she grabbed her wine from the glass top table in front of them and studied the burgundy liquid as she swirled it around. 

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she asked. Her voice was quiet now; even the air between them felt quiet and calm. She heard only the hum of the aquarium behind them and the steady cadence of Jumin’s breath from where he sat so closely beside her. 

“Because I don’t usually like to make a fuss about the day,” he said. “When I was younger, Jihyun and I would always do something special together.”

She blinked and tilted her head. “Jihyun?”

Jumin nodded and sipped his own wine. “My apologies. You know him as V.”

“Oh! Yes, I do.” She propped her cheek on her fist, elbow resting on the back of the couch. “What did you do with V– I mean, Jihyun– on your birthday?”

He sighed, wistful and melancholic. “I remember one year, my parents held a party for me. It was more for the adults than for me, of course. A chance for my father to make new connections in the neighborhood and talk business with potential partners. I think Jihyun might have been the only other child at the party besides me.” He paused for a moment and shifted his gaze toward the fireplace, then lowered his voice as if he were talking to himself. “At least he was the only child that mattered to me.”

His companion listened attentively, allowing him the time to relive the memory of this birthday while trying her best to come up with a way to celebrate with him tonight. It would be a shame to let his birthday go by without so much as a wish upon a candle’s flame or a slice of cake. “What do you remember?”

A broad smile blossomed on his face when he recalled the events of that day. Though he didn’t look at her while he recounted the story, she knew he was there in his mind by the way he told it. “There was wine. A lot of wine. Expensive, strong wine that Jihyun and I mistook for juice. We took a few sips and collectively decided that it needed more sugar. So…” He trailed off, laughing into his fist. “So we made our way into the kitchen and added a few tablespoons to each of our cups until it tasted better. Quite frankly, I’m amazed I remember this birthday.”

“How old were you?” She smiled at him, at the fondness with which he crafted his words. 

“Believe it or not, it was my twelfth birthday.”

“Twelve! Did you get drunk, then?”

“Wasted.”

To hear him use slang was charming and hilarious. She wiggled in her seat and grinned broadly at him. “You’re different in person than you are in the chatrooms,” she observed. 

They grew quiet again, and she felt heat rise to her face when he regarded her. His eyes– grey and striking and fathomless– seemed to see all of her, even the parts she wanted to hide away from the world. When he looked at her like he was looking at her now, she felt simultaneously fragile and powerful. “In what way?” he asked, though she knew that he was aware of it.

“You’re more relaxed here. You seem…what’s the word I’m looking for…” When she trailed off and seemed to lose herself in thought, Jumin gathered all the strength he had to keep himself from leaning over to kiss her right then and there. The faraway look in her eyes, the blush that blossomed on her cheeks, the way she tucked her bottom lip under her front teeth– it was enough to make his heart lurch into overtime and his thoughts turn to vapor. “Uptight! That’s it!” she exclaimed. He sat up straight, not realizing that he had, in fact, been leaning closer toward her in the seconds that spanned between them. “I mean, don’t take that the wrong way. There’s nothing wrong with being closed off, especially around someone you don’t know all that well.”

Jumin loosened his tie, suddenly feeling a bit suffocated. He cleared his throat and draped an arm over the back of the couch, settling further into the cushion. “I feel like I’ve come to know you much more today. I’m sure that’s why you perceive me as relaxed. I am also in the comfort of my own home, which helps.”

She nodded absently and touched his forearm. “What’s your favorite kind of cake?”

“I beg your pardon?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, though the twinkle in them helped him understand that she wasn’t truly exasperated with him, just being playful. “Cake, Jumin. Surely you’d like to have cake for your birthday. What’s your favorite flavor?”

He checked his watch. “It’s too late at night to eat cake. I’ll call first thing in the morning to have one made in time for lunch tomorrow.”

She wasn’t going to let him avoid the question. “Strawberry, you say? That’s my favorite flavor, too!” Off the couch and into his kitchen she bounced while he stumbled behind, unsure of whether he should join her or call Assistant Kang for advice. “I’m sure a wealthy man like you has plenty of ingredients in his kitchen just begging to be stirred up and baked into a pretty ceramic cake pan, yeah?"

Speechless. Jumin Han was speechless as he watched this girl open the cabinets of his kitchen and take stock of what he had available. Of course he had plenty of goods. Fresh eggs, stone ground flour, cane sugar, pure flavoring and spices…anything she could wish for. She squealed over his expensive utensils and dishes that looked like they hadn’t been used at all. 

Just as she was about to break open a bag of flour, she noticed his eyes upon her– wide, uncertain, shimmering with trepidation– and offered him another one of her brilliant smiles. She pushed up her sleeves and beckoned him forward. “Come on. Help me!”

Jumin scoffed, but began undoing the buttons on his sleeves anyway. “I didn’t know I would have to make my own cake,” he mused, giving her a timid, lopsided grin. 

“Well, the only thing I really need help with is the taste testing,” she replied. “I just want to make sure it’s sweet enough for you.”

She worked in silence while Jumin watched, fascinated. He loved making pancakes, but a birthday cake was something he’d never tried his hand at; come to think of it, it was something he’d never seen made in person. His mother wasn’t exactly the domestic type, and most of the desserts he’d consumed over the years had been made and served before they ever reached his sight. To watch it come together now was a treat in itself.

Once she had mixed well enough, she held out a spoon to him and bounced a bit on her toes. “Try it.”

“There is raw egg and flour in the batter. That’s not safe to eat,” he said.

“Tch. Amateur.” She raised the spoon to her own lips and licked it clean, closing her eyes to savor the flavor. A quiet, satisfied moan from her mouth made him hot under the collar for reasons he didn’t quite comprehend. “Delicious,” she whispered. “You sure you don’t wanna try?”

Before she could tease him further, he leaned forward and kissed her. Short, sweet, and with just enough tongue so he could taste the batter. He surprised not only his companion, but himself as well with how bold he was.

When they parted, she kept her eyes closed, lips parted slightly. 

"Oh."

“Perhaps it’s a little too sweet,” Jumin said, barely above a whisper. “I might need to taste again, just to be sure.”

She nodded, and a smile curled upon her face. She opened her eyes just in time to see him lean forward and kiss her again– a bit more firm, a bit more confident. He cupped her cheek with one hand and drew her body close with the other. The spoon she held in her hand clattered to the counter as she slid her fingers along his forearm.

Jumin leaned back, tongue darting out to lick along his bottom lip. “Entirely too much sugar. Though I suppose it has to do more with the vessel than the recipe.”

“Should we put it in the oven and see what happens?” Though she hadn’t intended it to come out as an innuendo, she blushed in spite of herself. Jumin, however, seemed to have missed the connotation. For that, she was grateful.

“That’s the next logical step, correct?”

Into the prepared pan– then into the oven– the cake served as a welcome diversion for what might have blossomed into a situation that neither of them were quite ready for. 

“Assistant Kang was right,” Jumin mused as they wandered out to the living room once again, resuming their position on the couch. 

“In what way?” the girl asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder. 

“You’re a good distraction. Not only from the fact that Elizabeth has gone missing, but from the unpleasant thought of yet another birthday.” He sighed, weary and sentimental, and reached for her hand. When he hesitated, she studied him for a moment, then took hold of his wrist and laced their fingers together. Jumin opened his mouth as if to speak, but found the words difficult to form.

“Jumin,” she said tenderly, giving his hand a squeeze. “Hey. Look at me.”

He obliged and met her eyes, feeling something foreign and warm in the center of his chest. When he tried to take a deep breath, he felt as if he were drowning. His heart skipped a beat, and when he tried to look away from her, she touched his cheek and smiled intimately. 

“Happy Birthday,” she said. “I know…you don’t have your cat. And I know that everyone forgot about today. Maybe you wanted them to. I don’t know. But, um…I’m glad I’m here with you. Thank you for being so kind, and for trusting me. I know it can’t be easy for you.”

Jumin’s response was to simply nod, as if he’d received her words and processed them. Though he appeared outwardly calm and rational, inside a storm was raging. He would tell her later over the phone– after she had retired to her room and Jumin to his own– that she made it hard for him to exercise control.

She frosted the cake and decorated it with fresh berries. They found a large, tapered candle and pushed it down into the middle of her cake; she giggled and told him to make an extra big wish. 

“But what if my wish has already come true?” he asked. 

“Don’t overthink it!” she said, watching wax begin to drip down the candle and onto the cake. “Wish for something else then.”

“I have everything I desire.”

She rolled her eyes. “Jumin, there has to be something you want that isn’t already within your reach.”

That gave him pause. He stood still, seeming to consider something that just occurred to him. He blew out the candle, then found himself pulled into another kiss. She pressed her palms against either side of his face and giggled just before their lips met again. 

“How did you know?” he said.

With a wink and a shrug, she sliced two pieces of cake for them. “I had a hunch.”

Jumin would recall it as his most memorable birthday celebration to date.

She would recall it as the night she fell in love.

#jumin han #jumin x mc #mystic messenger

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | 2Shy (3x06)

Trigger warnings: weight, eating disorders, disordered eating, diet

Her sister told her that happy people didn’t seek out companionship over the internet. Lauren was pretty sure the insinuation was that she shouldn’t be doing it, but that was based on the misguided assumption she was a happy person. 

She wanted to be happy, but what she wanted never seemed to matter.

Lauren wanted to be loved. She wanted to be pretty. She wanted to be skinny.

No— she wanted to be those things without having to be skinny.

Her weight had fluctuated her whole life, and she’d done everything she could to manage it. The Ornish Diet, Atkins, South Beach, Sugar Busters, FenPhen, shoving her fingers down her throat, substituting food for nicotine, for air… she’d tried everything.

When she thought of significant moments in her life, the first thing she thought of was her weight. She couldn’t recall what songs played at homecoming, but she could remember she felt like she was going to faint. She wasn’t sure if she told Grandma she loved her during the final visit; she could only remember her embarrassment when Grandma’s hands touched her back fat when they hugged.

At her lowest, she was miserable because of all the restrictions she was putting herself through. At her highest, she was miserable because she’d let herself down.

Sometimes she thought it would be easier to just accept her bigger body. She saw the feminists in her undergrad classes brandish their armpit hair and makeup-less faces like badges of honor, and she wanted to be that confident too. She wanted to hold all the parts of herself that took up extra room, the parts adorned with stretchmarks and dimples, and say “take it or leave it!”

Only, she couldn’t bear the hurt that came when everyone chose to ‘leave it’.

She didn’t want that to be the truth. Every body is created differently, and hers didn’t deserve to be loved any less because she carried her mom’s cooking with her or because the wine she enjoyed with her friends stayed on her thighs. Jennifer said there was more of her to love, but it seemed most men saw the extra weight as a burden they’d have to bear. 

Lauren joined the Big and Beautiful chat room because the men who instigated a conversation with her there already knew she was bigger. She couldn’t handle the idea of putting herself out there only to be met with stares of disgust when they saw her body. Well, if they saw her at all, that is. The last few dates she went on, she watched the men walk in and scan the crowd for their date, their gazes passing over her like a chill. It was as if their minds couldn’t even see her as an option, she was just a large body in the periphery. 

A pretty face doesn’t mean much when the rest of you is invisible.

Unfortunately, for a while, it seemed joining Big and Beautiful was a bit of an… overcorrection in the wrong direction.

SITONME > How big r u? 

LOOKING4BBW > Hey, did u open the image attachment? Like what u see?

SPRINGSTEENFAN > ASL?

The messages made her feel dirty. She wanted the men to appreciate her body, not fetishize it. Lauren was used to her personality being her redeeming factor, but these men didn’t seem to care to know her. 

Well, until 2SHY.

2SHY > Hello, Friend. What brings you to the Big and Beautiful chatroom? (35, M, Cleveland.)

After a few days, she began logging in only for him. His words were kind, and she desperately wanted to believe they were true. She felt torn between the desire to stay positive and her need for self-preservation. She could never quite tune out the voice in her head that screamed he was lying. Sometimes she felt like if she approached these things on the defense, when they inevitably found her repulsive, it would hurt less because she knew it was coming — they felt the same way about her that she did. 

What did it say about her that if a man showed interest in her, she couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with him? Why was someone liking her a flaw?

Why was she so focused on protecting herself from other people when it was her own thoughts that hurt the most?

Despite her fears, he was perfect. For the first time in her life, Lauren felt what it was like to really be wanted. Not wanted for a body she had to kill herself to maintain, but for what she had to offer. It meant so much to her that she’d been putting off meeting with him out of fear she’d disappoint him.

2SHY > You have no idea how beautiful I think you are. I must confess… I feel inextricably drawn to you. I can’t stop thinking about what you said the other day… You don’t deserve to feel lonely, Lauren.

2SHY > I don’t want you to feel pressured. The company of your words alone warms me like an embrace. You’ve made me feel more worthy of love than I’ve ever felt before… to ask for more seems an insult to the immeasurable joy you’ve given me these past three months. But, I’d be lying to you if I denied how much my arms ache from the desire to hold you… and I could never lie to you, Lauren. Give me a chance. The Watermark Restaurant on Old River Road. 6 o’clock on Friday. I’ll be wearing a denim button-up and a hopeful expression.

FRIEND > _

Lauren exhaled slowly as she stared at the blinking space, anxiety creeping up her neck as she whispered her affirmations to herself. I am worthy of love. I am a nice person. I deserve to be happy. She gripped the four-leaf clover pendant on her necklace, indulging in the moment as she wished for the charm to imbue her with luck. Things will be different this time.

FRIEND > Sounds like a date.

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[eriellesudario]

The Consequences of Online Friends

(This was written in 2016)

Note: The purpose of me writing this is to vent out all my feelings about the situation that’s going on. No names will be mentioned and my sources will remain anonymous. No tweets will be shown or images for the sake of the creator who originally posted them. I’ve been writing this by the moment this whole situation started and it was the only way to calm myself down and accept what just happened. I’m also not mad… I’m willing to talk if you want, just DM if you’re ready. I also wanted to make a video based on the topic but I know I will end up crying.

I also forgive you guys if you do end up seeing this.

I know you guys will be reading this… you might be or will be reading this and I will understand that you will want to yell at me or fight against on what I said but what I wrote here was written and edited multiple times since November 5 to the time I press ‘publish’ to make sure I get my message clear. I’m writing on behalf of my emotions as right now, I’m still conflicted on how I feel. This all for the purpose of explaining how I feel since I stated multiple times that I’m terrible on doing so.

Technology is evolving from time to time and it has impacted on how we communicate with others, making our world smaller. And due to this came the idea of making online friends, people who haven’t met in real life and somehow making a connection with them through social media. The idea of making friends online is good, you get to connect with people with similar interest and you get to learn new things about each other, just like with a real person. But unfortunately, it has come to the point where I, a few people and perhaps even more, will soon discovered the consequences on having online friends.

All of us has and will learn this message the hard way:

Not everyone can be trusted.

I’m a uni student who is currently studying Bachelor of Communications. I frequently use social media to pass the time, as a hobby and to create a portfolio from the things I post and share. I’m in multiple group chats on Twitter, I own multiple social media accounts, all used for different purposes, I volunteer write for a blog called Society 19 and I’ve been making YouTube videos since 2012. Surely, someone like me should be able to be aware about the dangers of social media.

I wasn’t.

I was ignorant with the warnings since this horrifying message of people being mean and cruel is a constant message I’ve been receiving ever since I was really young and I just believed that there is some good with the people we interact with online. I don’t want to live in the mindset that everyone I talk to are potential pedofiles and rapist. I believe that people can find each other through the power of social media and find solace and peace within it’s use.

There is a difference between befriending people online compared to befriending people in real life and that is that there may be some misunderstandings on how we communicate with each other and the way we communicate in real life could be lacking when communicating with other online.

This can be proven by Langlois (2014) stating:

“Social media in general make us lonelier, because we are less able to open up to each other, and to foster true, meaningful connections. The paradoxical relationship between media and meaning — media are sup- posed to provide more meaning, yet they deprive us of what is meaningful — can be boiled down to a breakdown of the transition from signification to sense: media creates a proliferation of signs, but these signs fail to make sense”

When I was first reading this in university during class, I was a bit against it because I was a bit close minded when it comes to the cons and negatives of the online world. I didn’t want to believe that making friends online or even creating a connection on the internet is a bad thing. But the more I communicated with my old group chat and the other chatrooms that I’m in, I’m starting to see the point on what Langlois is starting to make as well of the warning signs I was being given to my peers and family.

On November 5 2016 at 12 midnight, I was kicked out of a group chat filled with people who I thought were my friends but from what I was told, it turns out they had issues with me since for a while but I didn’t know it was that major. The reason for why I was kicked is due to behavioural problems and a clash of opinions that I have on certain topics, which I completely understand since these are the same issues that people had on me in real life. These people, we share everything about our day, our interest and etc that it felt like a genuine connection even if it’s through a screen and now this whole thing ended just because of a flaw I’m having a hard time to fix till this very day.

The way I communicate and tell my story to my friends online is similar to what I tell my friends offline. Yes, I do hide some parts since it’s not of their business and such but both parties know a fair equal amount of who I am and both have seen how I talk, behave and interact with others. So surely there wouldn’t be a problem since you’re being the same person.

It’s not.

The difference between online and offline interactions is that for people offline, they witness my behaviour every single day. It’s something they get used to and eventually accept. Online people don’t get to witness it that often. They will misinterpret it and it’s up to them to decide on what I mean when I interact with them. This is a 50/50 split because anything can happen. They can view what I do a sin or just a personality flaw that I’m unaware off.

One example was when I asked a question for curiosity sake but it was interpreted as an act of distaste. Like I have something against the idea. I had to explain my butt off that I was just being curious for 15 minutes.

The other difference between online and offline communication is that with offline interactions, people will point out your flaws sometimes instantly or perhaps somewhere halfway in the conversation that you realise instantly and you try to change as you go. Online however, they don’t tell you. There will be times they will do but on the times you’re most vulnerable, it will be the main reason why you get ex-communicated. You can try to change but how can you change when they are never pointed out.

It’s like an exam, how can you improve if you never realise your mistakes.

The flaws I have that these people hated… are the same issues I’m still trying to fix since 2012. I’ve been trying my hardest to change and sure some may slip and I will screw up but I do try to fix them.

According to a few people, I was informed that there was more to the story after I was kicked. So I use my extra accounts to read what they have said about me since by that point, some may have blocked me. I saw the tweets that was posted on multiple accounts (most of them are gone BTW) and I broke down. From the moment I woke up at 9 am to the time I was going to sleep at 11 pm, I was an emotional wreck. Between those times, the suicidal thoughts returned and I felt broken.

How you would feel when you wake up to a DM notification from someone saying ‘Hey I heard what happened and I’m against what they did but you can always talk to me’ then being the curious cat that you are, you asked the basics of what happened and you begin to read the tweets said about you. It’s painful, it’s hard to digest. I wasn’t able to eat properly that day since I was too ashamed on what I’ve done. I felt like the dream I’ve been having started to turn into a living nightmare.

I understand why it was done but it was posted in public where anyone can see, plus they got other people involved because they both have a common interest. That made my day even worse since the ‘other people’ who were involved, we got into a bit of drama due to a video I posted based of a Tumblr post which I got permission to make.

I’m just glad another group chat welcomed me in with open arms because a few of them were also kicked out from the same group chat but the difference between what happened to them to what happened to me is that for them, they were kicked for no reason whatsoever and I was kicked for a reason. Like it was planned.

A few friends and I started researching on what cyber bullying was. Some went to the accounts that said some mean stuff about me and they were shocked on the post said about me (or targeted to me). I was looking at Cyber Bullying laws in Australia and we found this in a legal site that said:

“Using the Internet or a phone in a harassing, threatening, or offensive manner: If these devices are used to spread messages or posts which have the potential to be viewed as offensive and can cause anger, outrage, disgust or humiliation, the penalty can be up to 3 years in jail”.

I read this out to my friends in Skype and we were like:

‘Are you going to sue them? You can totally sue them’.

I’m not joking, I was considering doing this since some of the tweets they posted has either my name or my face in it that they could be accountable for deformation. But in my head I was like ‘Wait… these kids are still in high school. They are still young, I was once like them”. Plus they haven’t went over the line, they are just near it. I was really lenient since I understand why they were doing this.

And at the same time… I don’t think it’s worth doing so. So we just joked around the possibility.

I know they have problems with me but it doesn’t mean they have the right to tweet really shit things about me, especially if they’re tweeting my real name (which luckily, I was able to ask them to get rid of them).

So how did I fight back?

I didn’t.

Everything they’ve posted could be counted for cyber bullying and if I felt like it and if they’ve gone too far, I could have reported them. But instead, I took note on what they said and took 80+ screenshots of the tweets, replies and a full list on who liked and retweeted them so on the day they go over the line, I have evidence.

(Supposedly, I wanted to share a small screenshot of what was in the folder but I changed my mind)

I talked to a few people who told me that they are either neutral on the situation, not on their side and also believe they’ve gone too far or just don’t want to be involved so they have no idea what happened. They explain to me what’s going on in their POV and they even tried to defend me which I give mad props to.

Because here’s a fun thing about the internet, everything you post, can be seen with everyone (with or without an account). I may have blocked you and you could have blocked me but I have other account that I can use to sneak in… and I know they have their own secret accounts as well.

So besides taking note on what they did, I knew that there will be a time that they will find out on how I reacted so I tweeted stuff like:

“I saw everything”

“They now know…”

“You are near the line…”

I also shared screenshots on what the cyber bullying law is in Australia, cementing the fact that I indeed was considering taking this whole issue to the police or an adult… or someone with higher power. I didn’t @ or tagged anyone but I know some will be seeing my tweets so I’m just letting them know that I saw EVERYTHING…

Every… single… tweet.

Every… single… reply.

Every… single… interaction.

I think I probably scared the crap out of people since my source told me that there was a discussion on what happened after reading what I posted about seeing everything. I don’t know what really happened but from what I understood, after posting the ‘I saw everything’ tweets, they understood that they might have went over the line by posting why they hate me in public.

Listen, I’m fine if people hate me… just don’t post it in public (especially if it has my name).

And I wasn’t mad because I did this once on Facebook and I got a hefty discussion with the entire family about what I did was wrong and had to apologise. I did the same thing that these people did, I posted stuff that could be targeting someone and I was told off and told to delete it.

I told you… I was once like you so I understand… just don’t tweet my name in public!

But not only that, I was given a hardcore message by my family that impacted me the most…

Online friends are not real people.

I don’t want to believe that… I really don’t. I wrote university essays explaining that online friends are good things. I got into a few debates in class defending the idea of online interactions are good. But after everything that happened, I felt like everything was a giant lie, that perhaps that maybe online friends can backstab you at any point. I’m not saying that online interaction is a bad thing. To be completely honest, I think it’s good since it helps people befriend people who though never existed or create a new medium for self-expression. But after the incident that happened to me, my eyes were not only open but I’ve became fully aware on the situation.

And after my eyes were open, I felt lonelier than ever before.

Because not only that this whole thing happened, but also, they befriended the people who also hated my guts. Basically, an alliance was made just because they both hate the same person. This even made me more upset since I know that it’s finally official.

That night, this was the only thing on my head:

People hate me… they will always hate me. One mistake and I will be ex-communicated. Only a few people will understand my flaws and that few people will be my old high school classmates, family and university classmates. No one outside will understand me. After all the good things I’ve done… it’s like it didn’t even happen.

I felt like they will only focus on the hate and I will understand that they will feel that way since it happened in real life multiple times that this whole situation is just a big rerun.

Except this one hurts the most.

By this point, I should get used to people hating my guts. And I know some of them don’t but this is just me explaining how I felt throughout the whole thing.

Now, I feel like the vibe that I use to have when I interact with my friends was lost, gone, vanished. I feel like that I’m no longer able to interact with anyone ever since I know at any moment, I will get backstabbed. I know my new group chat is much more open minded and accepting (since some of the members were also kicked from the same GC but without reason), but I just felt like the idea of me having any online friends at all is scary now.

There is this one ‘meme’ that was made during my ‘roasting’ and I won’t post it, but the text says ‘Makes a group chat… gets kicked out in 4 months’. That photo scared me. I know I told them that I thought it was funny and etc but deep inside, I was a tiny bit hurt and it made me a tiny bit scared.

I felt like it has come to the point where I no longer belong to any friendship group ever… at least online. Which is sad really since supposedly the online world should be a place where you belong. Now, I feel like I relate more to my university friends and classmates rather than the people who I speak online. Maybe it’s because when it’s real life, you have the balls to be that way but online, everything could be misunderstood since they never see you face to face (And Skype calls don’t count).

And not only that, I’m having trust issues. I don’t know who to trust anymore. I mean, there are a few who I can still trust but in the back of my mind, I feel like they have other intensions.

So what’s the conclusion to this?

My conclusion is still unknown.

I don’t even know how I want to end this.

All I know, I’m losing my place in online group chats that I felt like an outcast. I want to create a new group chat for people who may feel the same way but I don’t think I can at the moment. I will still believe and fight for the argument that online friends are real people and good people but at the moment… I feel like I’m no longer safe and need to step down.

There have been a few who started to apologise and I forgave them and we both explained everything to each other but I have no intension to returning to the group chat. But I also feel like the friendship we used to share might vanish due to the lack of communication we will have and it will come to the point where I’m just forgotten.

But if my old group chat does see this, I’m not mad, I’m a tiny bit upset that this whole thing happened but I’m willing to talk. So if you do see this… I forgive you and I understand why it was done. I’m willing to talk if you’re ready.

I wish you well on your future and come to a mutual understanding.

I do hope we can start over but for now… I just feel confused.

Reference:

Langlois, G. (2014). Introduction: Meaning and social media. In Meaning in the age of social media (pp. 1–22). Basingstoke, UK: Palgrave Macmillan.

Lawanswers.com.au (n.d) Cyber bullying Laws in Australia,

#2016 #opinion #online friends #social media

[606writings]

Hi! Idk if you still write about MM (I hope so 🥺) but I want to request something based on Yoosung route (he’s my precious baby 💜). So, what if the bomb in the apartment goes boom even if Seven tries his best, but MC somehow survived and is quite ok, but Yoosung and the rest thinks that she’s dead. They are carrying the party anyway to honor her memory and her hard work that she putted into organizing it and then MC is showing up on it asking Yoosung to dance out of blue.

I hope you understand what I mean even if my English is not so good ❤️

SC: Wanna dance? [Yoosung]

A/N: I'm sorry it took me a few days to reply to this request, my laptop suddenly broke so I struggled a bit to finish this one, but I really hope you enjoy it!!

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint a lil' bit (?)

Word Count: 2,390.

It was over.

There no longer was something Yoosung had to protect or to fight for. It was completely over now that MC was no longer here.

Yoosung was shocked and out of himself, his breathing speeding up every time he read Seven’s message in the chatroom:

707: There… There was an explosion in Rika’s apartment… And it seems that MC was there when it happened.

Yoosung stopped reading there. The chatroom flooded with a thousand messages more; maybe Jaehee and Zen asking what happened, maybe Jumin assessing the situation and giving instructions. He didn’t know. He stopped reading after that.

Everyone was anxiously waiting for Yoosung’s message blaming V, insulting him and desperately asking for the apartment’s address so he could go himself and see with his own eyes. That was what everyone, was expecting from him, but that never came; instead, a very worrying calmness showered Yoosung’s mind.

No, no, no. This is not happening. Were the only words crossing his mind.

After they noticed Yoosung wasn’t in the right condition to do anything, Zen decided to drop by his dorm and take care of him, ready for the blond to snap at any minute and start blaming whoever was in his way.

Soon enough, V entered the chatroom and explained he was on his way to the apartment. Since the cameras went out of service just before the explosion, Seven had no way to check the place.

V: I’m arriving right now at the apartment. Please wait a bit more until I see what happened.

V: The explosion was rather small and only affected Rika’s apartment, so it looks like the bomb was modified to on—

His messages stopped then, not answering to Jaehee’s or Jumin’s, then he finally said:

V: I know this may sound imprudent, and I hope you all understand the reason I will ask you all this… But I think it’s best if we carry on with the party. I will take responsibility for MC from now on. I don’t want her efforts to go to waste.

V’s words stunned the rest of the RFA members, and then he stopped responding to their messages saying he had to take care of the situation.

A long discussion took place in the chatroom, everyone complained about how they would be able to continue with the party despite the horrible situation, even Jumin admitted it was a bit too much. But they finally came to agree that the party could be a way to honor MC’s efforts and let everyone know her sweet heart.

Yoosung, however, was still under a spell, not allowing him to asses whatever was happening around him, it took him hours to finally react, and when he did, he screamed, shouted and cried, blaming V, blaming Seven, blaming everyone that supported the decision of letting MC stay in that apartment.

Eventually he had to calm down and understand that there was nothing else to be done, and that continuing with MC’s job was the best thing to do in that situation.

As the days passed, V reassured the rest of the members that he was taking care of MC’s situation very carefully, and that he didn’t want to overwhelm Yoosung, so he tried to handle everything himself.

Everyone was kind of thrown aback by V’s behavior before such disturbing situation, but decided to give him the last drops of trust they had towards him, refusing to believe their long-time friend would be as cold as to not treat the matter with the seriousness it deserves.

While the RFA was mourning the loss of their beloved member, two people were recovering in the hospital for minor injuries caused by the impact of an explosion. MC was certainly anxious and unsure if hiding her status was the best thing to do in that moment, but she made sure to follow V’s instructions of staying in the hospital until the party, and watch Saeran until he wakes up.

A few days had passed ever since she met the bleached-hair boy in person at her apartment, he had entered through the window using only God knows what methods to get there. He tried to take her outside using force, but MC fought with all her might to escape the boy’s grip.

She only remembers him saying “Stop fighting, we don’t have time before—“.

And then an explosion took place.

When she woke up, she had some minor scars and a strong headache, but she put aside her pain when she heard what seemed to be V’s voice talking with who she recognized to be the boy from before.

“Saeran, please let me explain—”

“NO! I don’t want to hear anything from you, go away!”

Not long after, V noticed MC had woken up. He hurried to ask for her forgiveness and explain the situation as best as he could and, as expected, he only released as much information as it was needed for MC to grasp what had happened, and who the boy was.

MC accepted V’s request to stay by Saeran, the boy’s, side to watch him and protect him until the party was over, just as she recovered from her condition. However, MC’s heart weighed at the thought of Yoosung being alone during such hard times, and having to deceive him even if it was for his and her own well-being, only for a few days, enough time for V to take care of Rika and the Mint Eye. She prayed that soon the horrible situation would pass and she would finally be by her love’s side.

Yoosung, on the other side, was completely destroyed. He skipped classes and always asked Jaehee to give him tasks related to the party to keep himself busy; as soon as he finished one, he asked for another, desperate to avoid the thoughts hunting him of how he could have done much more, how he could have protected the only person that motivated him to grow as a man and as a person.

The rest of the members didn’t even try to convince him to go to school, as they knew he would only get mad saying that the only thing that mattered now was to carry on with his love’s hard work.

The days passed and now the eleventh day had arrived, and the day everyone had been expecting for a long time, now was just a gloomy ceremony they knew they had to go on with.

Yoosung took his time to prepare himself, his hair and his clothes were spotless as he did his best to look less depressed, imagining how MC would wait for him at the party’s hall and compliment him about his looks.

Even though he was calmer than what everyone expected, deep down he had been only waiting patiently for the party his love had organized with all her effort, to finish and then focus all his might to uncover all the RFA’s hidden secrets and understand what really happened to MC, not caring anymore what he will have to go through and who he will have to go against, as long as the truth was uncovered.

Contrary to Yoosung’s negative thoughts filled with anger, MC was feeling delighted thanks to the news V had brought for her, telling her how now almost everything was solved and both Saeran and her were safe, so there was no need for MC to stay there anymore.

“Then… Is it possible for me to go to the party?” She asked with a voice full of hope, eager to finally see in person her lovely blond boy.

V smiled and nodded, replying: “Yes, if that is what you wish. Though…” He rushed to ask her one more thing. “Please don’t tell them about Saeran, I… I will take care of that soon.”

MC couldn’t help but feel regretful and saddened by the secrets the leader of the RFA was keeping with him, but then came to the conclusion that things could only be resolved if V accepted to share the weight of the secrets with the members.

Those thoughts only stopped her for a few seconds, forgetting about them as soon as V offered to take her in his car to the venue the party was taking place at. MC didn’t even stutter when accepting his offer, and not caring about not being properly dressed, they hurried to meet their friends.

Yoosung was behind the main stage of the party hall, getting a thorough explanation by Jaehee about how things would unfold during the rest of the event, though he was not hearing a single thing, immersed in his own thoughts.

As he looked down at his formal clothes, the reality was slowly sinking in; all the plans he previously had to uncover the truth, all his plans about the party and what he would do after it, they all disappeared. Only her name still in his thoughts, and her eyes remaining bright.

A single tear fell down, and without acknowledging it he kept staring down. Jaehee couldn’t help noticing that, so she stopped her words and stayed silent for a few seconds, before sending him to Seven.

“Oh, buddy.” Was the only thing Seven could say, as he too was silently suffering the guilt of not being able to protect his friends.

Jaehee and Jumin observed from the distance, doubting their decision of continuing with the party, even if it was meant to be in MC’s honor, they had to admit it was a difficult situation.

The party had a gloomy vibe despite their efforts to make everything as professional as possible. Yoosung was one step away from crying out loud an exploding with emotions. Seven was barely holding back his plead for forgiveness, not needing his friend to say a single word to know he blamed him for his incompetence, while Zen was just trying to deal with both of them and holding back his own emotions.

“Mr. Han, maybe I underestimated the severity of the matter.” Jaehee spoke, observing their friends from afar. “Will we be okay…?”

As Jumin was about to reply, his phone rang with the call identifier showing his best friend’s name.

“V? What’s wrong?”

He stayed silent for a few seconds, as a confused expression crossed his face.

“So, you’ll be attending the party, then?” Jumin restrained all the doubts that wanted to burst out and stopped himself from questioning his old friend.

“Alright, then.”

He hung up and turned around to walk towards the party entrance, but not even a moment later the doors suddenly opened. The quiet entrance of a woman did not attract much attention, however, it managed to shock the hosts of the party.

“Y-Yoosung…” Zen, who was comforting his younger friend in a tight embrace preventing him from causing too much of a scene, pointed to the person standing at the entrance with his face showing nothing but surprise and disbelief.

MC was just standing there looking around trying to track down the blond boy she was eagerly waiting for. When she spotted a handsome silver-haired guy staring shocked at her as if he had seen a ghost, she noticed the small figure leaning against him.

MC smiled brightly and waved her hand as high as she could to attract their attention, as if she needed to do so.

“Yoosung!” She shouted not caring to startle the guests around her.

The boy froze in his place, not wanting to turn around afraid of losing the small drop of hope left in his heart by mistaking what he had just heard.

A moment passed by and Zen said:

“H-Hey, Yoosung, she’s waiting for you, you should turn around and see.”

He couldn’t decipher if what he heard in Zen’s voice was happiness, mixed with astonishment, or what. The whole situation was so weird, he couldn’t afford to fool himself anymore like he did with Rika, when he convinced himself she was still alive.

His thoughts kept drifting away and coming back to the same place as he heard what seemed to be a pair of heels running towards their direction. As the sound approached more and more, his heart was beating faster and faster. Then he felt a small hand lay on his shoulder carefully.

“… Yoosung?”

He immediately turned around and stared at the woman in front of him. MC looked at him with a big smile and a spark of excitement in his eyes.

“I’m… I’m sorry for appearing out of nowhere, I just couldn’t help myself since I really wanted to have a dance with you tonight.”

MC shyly looked down, now understanding how frightened they must have been when they saw her show up after days of probably thinking her dead. Her rose cheeks and lips trembling in fear of Yoosung’s rejection.

He probably will be very mad, right…?

As if he read her mind and to prove her wrong, he hurried and embraced her tightly. His heart was now feeling lighter after what had been the worst days of his life.

“It’s really you.” He whispered in her ears, with a gentle and relieved tone.

MC sighed, glad of not being rejected.

“Yes, it’s me.” She let a shy laugh come out of her lips. “Then, wanna dance?” Taking a step back, she offered her right hand towards him.

Yoosung looked down at her hand and nodded, placing his shaking hand onto hers, the expectation of feeling her touch now flooding him along with happiness and love.

“I’m glad you asked.” He replied, then walked with her towards the center of the hall where other couples were dancing to a waltz.

Yoosung didn’t care or pay any attention to the fact that MC was underdressed for the event, or that the rest of the RFA was probably having a mental breakdown after seeing MC walk in as if nothing ever happened.

He was just happy to be lucky enough to see the woman, who he was sure was the love of his life, and be able to share a small and simple but very special moment like that one, where he held her in his caring embrace and she whispered sweet words of love in his ear.

Right then and there, Yoosung thought he was the luckiest man in the world.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mystic messenger x reader #rfa #otome #yoosung #yoosung x mc #yoosung x reader #fluff #angst #rfa x reader #rfa x mc #yoosung kim #yoosung kim x mc #yoosung kim x reader #mystic messenger yoosung #mc #otome game

[writingbeary]

Happy

Note: Set around Year 2019

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Waking up to a quiet dorm was something Minyoung would have never expected to experience when she moved in with them but that is what she woke up to this morning. They were given their usual holiday after promotion period, only this time they were given a whole week off which the members took advantage of to visit their family.

Minyoung didn't have any close family in Korea which is why she's remained at the dorms. The members did ask her if she wants to go with any of them so she won't be alone but she declined saying she'll be fine at the dorm and making an excuse that she made plans with her friends. She actually didn't have any plans since most of her friends are busy during this time but she didn't want to intrude on the family time of her members.

Jongho was last one to leave this morning as he was living the closest and was very hesitant to leave Minyoung alone. "You can just come with me. Mom would love to have you over. She’s been asking me when you’ll come to visit anyway. You'll be alone for a few days. Are you sure?"

"Don't worry about me and just go. I'm sure they're already waiting for you back home. I'll contact you if something happens, or better yet I'll just update everyone in our chatroom." Minyoung let out a giggle as she was trying to push Jongho out the door, the latter not budging from his spot.

"Then make sure to message okay? If you change your mind, tell me and I'll pick you up." Jongho sighed before smiling.

"Mhm! Don't worry and just enjoy the holiday. Tell your mom that I’ll visit her next time." Minyoung hugged him before seeing him off.

Having the dorms to herself, Minyoung looked around for something to do before deciding she could clean up the place a bit. They've been so busy that they barely had time to eat and sleep, much less clean. It wasn't as messy as one would expect a group of their size would have but there were some that needs cleaning mainly the shoe cabinet and the couch that sometimes doubles as a hamper. She lost track of time only to realize how late in the afternoon it has gotten, when her stomach made a sound.

"It's time for lunch, I guess. Do we even have anything I can eat here?" Minyoung looked through the fridge and found it empty except for bottled water and kimchi. "Guess not. I'm ordering in and maybe go for groceries tomorrow." She picked up her phone and decided to call the Chinese restaurant near them.

"Yes. Please leave it by the door. Yes." She said finishing up the call. She was then reminded of how she couldn't even call for delivery, worrying if they could understand each other.

(Flashback)

ATEEZ was in the middle of practicing for their showcase when Hongjoong decided it’s time for them to take a break. Most members lied down on the floor catching their breath. 

“So tired and I’m hungryy.” Minyoung whined as she sat down legs stretched on the floor.

“What do you want to eat?” Seonghwa asked already getting their manager’s phone to order.

“I want chicken.” Yeosang answered with Mingi agreeing to it

“Pizza” Jongho and Minyoung answered at the same time, grinning at each other when they realized.

“Should we get chicken and pizza then?” Hongjoong looked around if everyone is okay with it.

“Let Minyoung order it.” San laughed as he noticed Minyoung whipped her head, shocked and confused why he’ll even suggest that. “For practice. Don’t you want to learn how to be able to do that on your own?” San added.

Minyoung nodded, biting her lip“But..what if they don’t understand? Or I don’t understand.” 

“You’ll just have to tell them. We’ll guide you anyway then later you’ll be used to it.” Mingi patted her head chuckling as Minyoung took the phone to order.

Minyoung called the shop and waited nervously for them to pick up the call. “Ah. Hello. I would like to order. Yes. The address is KQ Entertainment. I’d like 4 orders of chicken and 3 boxes of the pizza special. I’ll pay with my card. Thank you.”

“We have a special promo for today..” as the staff went on to explain Minyoung looked towards Jongho for help in a panic as there were a lot of information being relayed in a short time. The other members let out a laugh, particularly San and Wooyoung who were laughing as if they were having the time of their lives. Jongho decided to step in and finish the order for the girl and patting her back after.

“You did well Youngie-ah.” Mingi chuckled patting her head “That was good.”

“The look on your face!” Wooyoung who was still cracking up at what happened managed to say in between his laughs

“Yah yah. Stop it. She did well.” Mingi defended her “I’d imagine the same would happen to us if we were abroad.”

“Should we not let them eat?” Jongho said grinning. Minyoung looked as if she was thinking about it, evoking laughter from everyone other than San and Wooyoung who suddenly stopped and argued that they can’t do that.

(End of Flashback)

It has been six days since the members left for their family homes, six days since Minyoung had the dorm to herself. She had already done everything she could think of to stave off boredom. She was able to talk to her family through video calls, meet up with some of her highschool friends who didn’t have a busy week, and managed to watch dramas and movies that she wanted but unable to due to their packed schedule. She never knew that a week could be a long time when you don’t have anything planned.

The quiet dorm, although Minyoung appreciates how relaxing it is, makes her miss the members and their antics a lot. It was to the point where Minyoung even thought that she wouldn’t mind Wooyoung and San teasing her about the most random things.

“How should I spend the kill time tomorrow?” Just as she thought that, her phone dinged indicating a new message.

(ATEEZ groupchat)

San: Minyoung-ah, are you home? Minyoung: I am. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Minyoung: Why? Did you have something that will be delivered today? (・・ ) ? San: Can you open the door for me? There’s a lot for me to bring up. Seonghwa: San, you went back early? San: I did. Mom scolded me when she found out Minyoung spent the holiday alone and told me I should have asked her to come with me. Wooyoung: My dad told me off too. He even said I should just go back after spending a day at home. Jongho: I asked her to come with me but she didn’t want to. Minyoung: How could I? It’s a rare holiday, I didn’t want to intrude on your time. |･ω･) Minyoung: Hold on. Let me open the door for San-oppa. Jongho: I told you my mom has been asking me when you’ll come visit. Seonghwa: I’m also on the way back already. Wait for me and let’s eat dinner together.

Minyoung went to get the door and helped San place his bags on the kitchen table.

“My mom packed a lot of food for you. She said you should come with me next time instead of staying here alone.” San handed one of the bags to Minyoung with his mom’s note for her

“Omo. I should thank her. I definitely want to come see where you grew up oppa. I’ve always been curious about it too.” Just then, the chime of their door being unlocked sounded making the two look at each other as if asking who else returned early “Oh! Welcome back. Yeosang-oppa, you also returned earlier? Why?” Minyoung gasped in surprise as both Yeosang and Seonghwa walk in together.

“I didn’t have anything else to do at home so I figured I should just go back and accompany you. Then I saw Seonghwa-hyung outside the door.” Yeosang explained as he went to his room to arrange his stuff.

Seonghwa patted Minyoung’s head as the girl gave him a hug “Yunho said he’s almost here too so let’s wait for him so we could eat together.”

“What is this?” San bursted out in laughter as he was checking his phone

“What happened?” Minyoung asked trying to take a peek

“Everyone’s returning today.” San showed Minyoung their group chat

(ATEEZ groupchat)

Yunho: I’m almost there. There’s some traffic but I’ll get there in 15 minutes Seonghwa: Have you had dinner? If not, we’ll wait for you Yunho: Not yet. Alright, I’m almost at the intersection. Hongjoong: What is this? So is everyone returning today? San: I’m already here with Yeosang and Seonghwa-hyung. Mingi: Did you guys talk about this? Hold on. I’ll get ready and go too. Jongho: Already on my way when Seonghwa-hyung said he’s returning today Hongjoong: Okay. I’ll head straight to the dorms then. I’ll just finish this song. Jongho: You’re at the company Hongjoong-hyung? Hongjoong: I am. I didn’t know how else I’ll spend the rest of the break and I had an idea for a song so I might as well work on it as soon as possible. Wooyoung: Wait. Σ(□_□) Wooyoung: Everyone’s back? Wooyoung: I’m going too! ε=ε=┌( >_<)┘

“Everyone’s going back today? Wahh” Minyoung exclaimed glad that she’s finally have some company. She has to admit that even if their dorms could be as chaotic as could be, she missed spending time with her members. All of ATEEZ realized how glad she is with how bright her smiles are and how she plays along with all the jokes and teasing.

Outtake:

“So? When will she visit again? It’s been a while since I last saw Minyoung. Bring the others with you too.” Jongho’s mom asked for the nth time during their dinner the first night of his holiday

“I already asked her. She said she’ll visit next time.” Jongho shook his head laughing “Are you sure I’m your son? You’ve been asking about Minyoung this whole time!”

“It’s just she’s still a kid. She’s the same age as you and I can’t help but worry for her. You even said she didn’t have any close family in Korea. So I’m worried.” His mom laughed as she explained trailing off before his younger brother suddenly piped in “Mom is always talking about Minyoung-noona with the other aunties.” and his Dad adding in “They all want to see her. I’m surprised your mom hasn’t visited your dorms to see Minyoung.”

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

This was actually supposed to be a short post in chat format lol but I again went overboard and wrote a whole thing for it haha! thats my excuse if it seems random lol

and i need serious help with titles. ack

-Mimi

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#kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez 9th member #ateez au #ateez oc #kpop au #kpop oc #ateez minyoung #park minyoung #minyoung masterlist #writing beary

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Kait’s Emotional Crisis and Analysis on Saeran’s After Ending

That’s right. it’s here folks! You’re here because we’ve managed to survive the waiting period that has been two-years in the making. Are we all happy that we have made it this far and survived the wait? Yes, yes, we are. You wouldn’t still be listening to me babble about how much I love Saeran Choi if you weren’t. We all know what we’re here for, so let’s get down to business. 

THIS IS A VERY LONG POST. I’m not even joking this time. It’s a very long post. 

Spoilers for Ray Route and Another Story!

I’ve been having to control the flappy hands when I see this photo so forgive me if my thoughts are all over the place as I talk about everything that has been on my mind. I literally had to pinch myself when I woke up to a flood of messages on the matter. 

It’s him. It’s my boy. It’s my boy.  It’s my boy! Mom, holy fuck! It’s my boy and he looks great. I’ve had a lot on my mind since I first saw the title screen so let’s get down to what I have to say about that. First of all, I’m in love with MC’s outfit. I’d wear that, that’s the fucking mood tonight. I’ve been frothing at the bit to be able to draw my MC wearing this outfit and I didn’t even wanna start doing something like that until they gave the official release to us. 

What can I say? I’m a sucker for really frilly tops. Those pink jeans are a really nice shade of pink too. It’s not hot pink, it’s a nice bubblegum which is a good contrast to Saeran’s hair, haha! I just like seeing all the pinks around this boy and his MC, of course, has to be cloaked in those colors as well. It just makes me really happy. I love some of the other outfits that MC gets to wear in the game but oh, God, oh, Fuck. This has to be my favorite outfit that we’ve been able to wear thus far. 

The little necktie? Perfect. Those sleeves? Iconic. The hand-holding? PURE AS FUCK. THE VIBES? CHECKED. 

Now that I’ve covered my bases with MC, let’s go onto the Choi brothers and talk about them. I actually like that they’ve been drawing Saeran in more brown and pink outfits. It just feels very right for him. 

It goes to show that his mental state is much better than it was in recent years, like, from Ray to Suit Saeran and to Unknown, we all know that they would dress in black and darker themes if they were given the chance. Ray’s outfit was given to him by Rika to wear, and Suit Saeran was the one that picked his suit out to wear. Unknown walked out of the clearance bin at Hot Topic and added those cowboy boots to enrage me. But, I digress. I’ll fight Unknown at a later date about that. 

The natural and earthy tones that they’re going for here with him are very nice to see. He seems like he’s a lot comfier with himself here. He’s got a cozy little old sweater on and his posture is better than I’ve seen it in many photos. If his style is just cozy sweaters, then, well, I can vibe with that. I can see him working in the garden wearing that and I think that’s the point that they’re making with this style of his. 

The loose collar is also nice. I’m used to seeing his clothes buttoned up and out of the way, making sure that he isn’t showing his body. So, seeing him play with his style and wearing something much looser against his body is a good thing as well. I think I saw someone call him a comfy grandpa in one of the posts that I’ve seen floating around. I chuckle at that mention. 

Saeran doesn’t care that much about fashion, to be honest with you. He would, of course, choose something that’s minimalist and comfortable. These browns work with him very much so. I’m happy to see it! It’s in line with the style that I’ve had in mind for him after the Ending! 

Can you see the way that he’s gazing at the player, though? Can we talk about the way that he’s looking at us?

The longing in that gaze... the way that it looks like he’s been getting some good sleep for once in his life because the discoloration of purple is gone! The way he has that tiny smile that only we know is a smile because he only shares that side of himself with us? His MC? God, I’m in love with you, you fucking bastard man why is your smile making me cry so much?

I could talk about his smile for hours. His expression. The longing. The way that I love you cannot be contained in words, Saeran. It’s far too strong. Just know I’m the person that can feel what’s going on his body from looking at him. He looks to be in a good place. 

Anyways, onto Saeyoung. 

Oh, my darling, Saeyoung. I’m used to seeing you in green palettes. It’s just a tried and true theory with your red hair and you lean heavily into being a walking Christmas palette. It’s rare to see you without your glasses, and I’m sure that a lot of people are swooning over you for that. You know you’re handsome and you will use that against those MCs that love you. I don’t have a lot to say about his outfit but I do think it’s really fitting for him. 

It seems like a muted pull-over and some worn jeans, which seems in line with everything that I would style him in. He knows plenty about style himself and he knows how to make my head spin. 

What is this somber look in his eyes? There’s a smile on his lips but there is this feeling to me that it doesn’t meet his eyes. Is he happy that we’re with Saeran or is he weighed by the fact that he wasn’t the one to save Saeran? Does he know what happens with Rika? Does he feel angry over that? What are we going to tell the RFA and him about this? I know that he would be happy that we saved his brother...

But the guilt in his heart is nothing to scoff off. He always blames himself for what happened to Saeran even though Rika is the one that broke his trust for good and forever. I feel like there’s something bittersweet in his eyes. Does he think that Saeran and the player are going to live happily while he’s not there? 

I always intended to imagine Saeyoung living with Saeran and the player, because they can’t be separated again. 

But does he feel like a weight and a third wheel? I don’t know. I’m scared to think about how he may feel like Saeran is happy now without him and he’ll try to pull away instead of adding anymore trauma onto Saeran’s life. I know that it’s not going to easy for recovery for either of them, but I want to have faith and care for the two of them. 

Saeyoung, you better not self-deprecate. I’ll smooch your forehead too. I just really don’t know how I feel about that look in his eyes. It’s just matching the smile in my opinion. 

I’m still screaming. I’ve been a pit of screaming for nearly three hours now and I know that I’ve still got plenty more to say today on the matter. But, I know why you’re here for real, you want me to analyze what I see in this picture and what I think will be in the AE from what we’re shown. I’ve had a few days to think it over and I’ve got my ideas. 

Where are you Saeyoung? This title screen is not confirmation that Saeyoung is alive. For all we know, this photo could be more inspiration for the theme and the emotion that takes place in the After Ending. 

I have to remind people that when we first played Saeyoung’s AE, it was a rouse and we were treated to a happy dream sequence that sought to talk about Saeran living with us and Saeyoung as he made a toy store. There’s a possibility that in the midst of the search for Saeyoung, we’re confronted with dreams and nightmares on Saeran’s end in regards to his brother. 

It’s my biggest fear that Saeyoung isn’t alive. We don’t know if the Prime Minister took him or if an enemy took him, or if it was the agency, or a combination of all three of these options. I don’t know how I feel about it. I’ve considered that we won’t have the answer until the After Ending itself comes out but I’m interested to know what the answer is. 

If it was Saejoong, well, I fear for Saeyoung’s health if we do find him alive. His emotional state... God, that was always his biggest fear. His and Saeran’s biggest fear that their mother always whispered. She was a monster to the two of them with her abuse but the unknown of what their father would do to them had to be even more frightening. Their mother always said that Saejoong would kill them if he caught them. 

But, he could have honestly done a lot of horrible and twisted things. They could have become political pawns and a sob story that Saejoong could have sold if he wanted quite easily, and their mother could have been killed to silence that story. There was a lot of worse case scenarios. Saeyoung knows and has thought of all of them. 

So the idea that he’s living his worst nightmare? 

The fact that Saejoong could have killed Saeran without him being able to protect him?

The fact that he’d not be able to talk to V? 

He sent a frenzied message to the chatroom for us to contact V for him. This only implies that he was trying to warn V to protect Saeran at the last minute, so it feels like it could only be Saejoong that took him. He panicked hard. He had to make sure that Saeran was protected even if he died. I think that was what he did with his message in the chatroom. 

But, we all know how it turned out. 

I felt like that sacrifice of panic on his part was.... it still hurts me to think about all of it. 

My worst case scenario is a dream sequence and Saeyoung not... not being alive anymore. I don’t know what that would do to Saeran. He wants to make things right with his brother, he really does. The gaslighting and manipulation done by Rika is going to take some time for them to work past, and I know that he can make progress in therapy and as he challenge his intrusive thoughts as we stand by his side. He can see it through. 

He is hopeful for his brother. 

However, it’s going to be tested when he actually faces his brother in the game and that’s the real test. Therapy is one thing. Facing your fears is even harder than talking about them. Saeran is going to... be overwhelmed with everything and he may need to step away when push comes to shove. 

I want Saeyoung to see us together holding hands and let him have that moment realization that even though Saeran went through a lot of harm while they were separated, he wasn’t alone through all of it. He never wanted Saeran to be alone in any way. If Saeran has to step away, then well, that would leave us with his brother in the process.

I can’t say how much I’d choke up if he thanked us for loving his brother. The guilt in his eyes as he cries and we reassure him. I think that’s one thing that I want the most with Saeyoung. I want him to know freedom from his chains and I want to help him too. There’s a lot that I want out of that and there’s so much of this potential that we can talk about in the AE.

There’s a lot with Saeyoung that I want to think about but so much of it makes me wanna cry. 

I also fear for V and I’ve discussed many of my fears on that matter. I’ll repost my thoughts right here.

Now, in regards to what I sincerely don’t want is a repeat of what went down with V’s After Ending.

I’ve shared my feelings on that matter before and I understand that Cheritz was going for that moral high-road that many people take where they say that it’s better to forgive on your path to healing, and while that can be good for some people, it can leave a sour taste in the mouth of people who don’t pick to forgive the people that hurt them.

I don’t choose to forgive the people that hurt me in many cases. That doesn’t make me a bad person. The problem with the Forgive/Judgement ending is that it can make you feel ashamed for not forgiving someone who quite literally, took funds from the RFA’s first two parties (that’s the only way she could’ve gotten the money to fund Mint Eye, even coercion and manipulation of people on the level that Rika does wouldn’t give her that much ability), manipulated and gas-lit Ray and Saeran for years, deceived and drugged countless people, so on and so forth.

I hate that she’s never punished for her actions. She needs to be rightfully punished for what she did. I want her to get therapy, and I want her to learn that she was wrong for what she did to everyone. I want her to be able to get better for her own health, and I don’t think she should ever be contact with anyone in the RFA ever again. But, that’s up to the RFA if they choose to speak with her or interact with her, not mine. I don’t want her to die, I want her to learn what she did was wrong.

It’s not Mika (Rika Behind Story Spoilers) who went through the cult. Rika had every chance to stop while she was ahead but she kept doing it. I would not forgive Rika, and I would never want to be around her ever again if I were in the position of the RFA when the truth is made known.  

The only action that Rika ever took that could be looked at with the filter of self-defense was when she panicked when the boy’s mother tried to get close to her and harm her in a drunken rage. She acted to protect herself in that situation, but that’s the only thing that she’s ever done that someone could look at and say, she was protecting herself. She felt threatened. She panicked, she blacked out and protected herself from harm.

Don’t get me started on V. I love V, he’s not perfect, he fucked up a lot and he shouldn’t have gone back to Rika. It feels like he saw us love, forgive, and stand by Saeran and thought that he could be able to do the same for Rika, but that is not what will help him or Rika. They don’t need to be together again. They need to be fair away. Rika and V literally burned down the boy’s childhood home and V was wearing his sunglasses, so I can only presume that Rika harmed his eyes after he went to her.

Saeran himself says that he wants to tell everyone about Rika and V, but he needs to be able to discuss it with V. Even Saeran understands that V is a victim to some degree and he wants to help him. 

That was a big fucking comment on his part and I was proud of him for that. 

But, V left for Rika and we don’t know if we’ll ever see him again. So, I really don’t know how that’s going to be handled in the slightest, Anon.

I don’t want Rika and V together, like, ever again.

I want Rika to be punished for her actions and caught. I want V to get away from her and start to learn to love himself again and grow. I believe in him but he’s in need of someone to cheer him on when that abusive relationship ends. I really don’t want a repeat of V’s After Ending.

Don’t make me forgive Rika. 

Don’t make Saeran forgive her, either. 

That’s my worst case scenario fear. I want Saeran to be able to grow and get healthier, for sure, but his final confrontation with Rika should be the last time that he ever thinks about her. He made his mind up and he made it clear that she was wrong and he would never be tricked by her again.

I want him to stand his ground on that. I’ll stand by him no matter what he chooses to do, though. So, I want this to be about Saeran and Saeyoung coming together again, and helping V get out of that relationship with Rika, as well as Rika facing punishment for her actions. 

But, that might be asking a bit too much, haha.

Ideally, I want Saeran and the player to be able to reach out to V and help him get away from Rika as she’s taken down as well. We don’t know if she left Mint Eye for sure, we don’t know if she and V ran away. Who is running the Cult? Is the cult put to a stop or did Rika put somebody else in charge? It’s hard to say on that front and I’m still not sure how that’s going to end up. 

V can open up and work out everything that’s going to fall out here as it did in the events of V Route with Rika. He’ll need to work out everything with Jumin and the others, but I have hope for him to be able to face what went wrong and not only get the help he needs, but get the support of his support circle behind his back as everyone rallies behind him. 

I would love he and Saeran to be able to work out everything, Saeyoung as well, because even Saeran is willing to work with Jihyun. Rika to get some therapy, get punished for her actions and that to be dealt with is great. It never happens so. That would be a nice change.

Saeran knows that V is a victim in all of this too. So, it remains to be seen how this is going to be handled. I can only pray that Jihyun is able to be rescued as we rescue Saeyoung (hopefully, fingers crossed.) I’m still so proud of Saeran for doing that. 

God. 

I’ve talked about Choice and Saeran before in regards to the Secret Ending and his Good ending and... well, I’ll direct you to that post. To read about how important it was for Saeran to be able to choose what  he wanted to do with his life instead of having options forced on him. 

Can we discuss this photo as well from the Special Believer Box that I’m nearly about to buy at this point with whatever comes out with AE cause I need it?? I’m gonna go fucking broke. For you. Saeran. For you. I was saving my money for Christmas and now I’ve got a reason to live. 

I still don’t know if this is the implication of what will happen in the AE or if it’s something that will just exist as a standalone image. I still don’t know why Saeran would be dresses as his brother for some reason, unless there’s a twin switch-a-roo plot somewhere in all of this? I mean, bold choice, but I don’t know. I just think I needed to say again how cute that I think Saeran is in Saeyoung’s outfit. He’s so tiny and slender in comparison to his brother. 

I’m gonna fucking smooch his forehead. I don’t know, I want the CG title screen and this photo here to imply that the Choi boys will be alive and happy together once all is said and done. I can’t say that I know where we’re heading but there is bound to be an adventure to hunt down Saeyoung, but I’m not sure where it will take us. 

A wild-goose chase alongside whatever mystery is left. I can’t wait. 

My ideal ending is one where we get to live in a little house by the sea with a garden with Saeran and Saeyoung where we can visit and chat with the RFA whenever we want. But, we’ll have to see what happens. If you want to read more about some of the things that I think he wants to do with his MC now that he’s free check out this post. 

Anyways. 

Kait’s gotta go cry now. 

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Fate and Phantasms #163

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re making the Alter Ego of Pleasure, Meltryllis! This one’s easy, all we gotta do is make a vampiric ballerina A.I. out of water and strap knives to her feet. In vaguely medieval times.

Yep, real easy.

Nothing to it, really.

Won’t even break a sweat on this one.

Tootally not stalling here.

Fine, we’ll really do it. Build breakdown below the cut, character sheet over here.

Next up: She’s got huge... tracts of hand.

Race and Background

So, uh... tackling the big questions first, I guess. The obvious answer here is just Custom Lineage, but we’re trying to make someone made of acid here, and slightly reflavored human just isn’t going to cut it.

Instead, we’re going with Water Genasi because let’s be honest literally nothing would actually fit here, and we already set a precedent with Arjuna and Karna. This increases your Wisdom by 1 and your Dexterity by 2. You also get resistance to acid damage because melting acid is dumb, you’re Amphibious, allowing you to breathe air and water, you can swim, and you can cast Shape Water for some fancy ballet visuals thanks to your Call to the Wave.

Your background is... complicated to integrate into D&D, but you do get a lot from your mother, so we’ll modify the Inheritor background and make you an A.I.nheritor, giving you proficiency with Arcana (the closest thing to tech in D&D) and Performance thanks to your obsession with pirouettes.

Ability Scores

You’re good at spinning around and stabbing people with swords while spinning around, so make sure your Dexterity is as high as possible. Bending yourself into a pretzel is only half the battle though, so keep your Charisma high too. Your Wisdom also isn’t that bad, you’re usually hooked into the universe’s admin systems whenever you pop up, so you’re pretty aware of things, even if you can’t feel them. Your Intelligence isn’t that bad, you’re literally a hyper-advanced A.I., I bet you’re good at calculus. This means your Constitution and Strength are pretty low. You’re canonically built for offense, and while I would’ve dumped Constitution instead of Strength normally I checked out how much HP you’d be left with and that’d just be cruel, even for me.

Class Levels

1. Monk 1: We’re starting off as monk right away so you can have Unarmored Defense to make your Armor Class good even in a leotard. You also get Martial Arts, giving you a bonus action attack, dexterity based attacks, and a d4 minimum for monk attacks.

Just saying here that we’re reflavoring your heels as short swords. This lets you dual-wield for two shoes (though it is kind of redundant since you already get bonus action attacks with your kicks anyway) and they’re pointy and already monk weapons.

You also get proficiency with Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as the physical skills Acrobatics and Athletics to make your dance moves flashier and your routines longer.

2. Monk 2: Second level monks get Ki which you can use to Dash, Disengage, Dodge, or attack twice as a bonus action by spending a ki point. You get Monk Level ki points per short rest.

You also get Unarmored Movement, making you a bit lighter on your feet.

3. Sorcerer 1: It’s been said that eldritch abominations are just outside context problems for the universe, and it doesn’t get more outside D&D’s context than a sentient AI. That’s why you’re an Aberrant Mind sorcerer, which gives you Psionic Spells for free (most of which we’ll be swapping out) and Telepathic Speech, giving you the ability to tap into Seraph’s chat system to speak telepathically with another creature for Sorcerer Level minutes, as long as you stay within Charisma Modifier miles of each other. I don’t know how you could get two miles away in less than a minute, but have fun figuring that out.

Also also your Call to the Wave improves, and you can cast Create or Destroy Water once per long rest.

Speaking of Spells, you can cast those now by using your Charisma modifier. You get the first steps of the Melt Virus thanks to your Acid Splash and Tasha’s Caustic Brew to soften up even the toughest of enemies. You also get Blade Ward because seriously try to cut water. Message is just another chat program, and Sword Burst lets you try spinning. It’s a good trick!

You also get Arms of Hadar, Dissonant Whispers, and Mind Sliver for free from your psionic spells, but we’re going to replace DW with Detect Magic right away. You’re jacked into the system, magic shouldn’t be hard to figure out.

4. Monk 3: Bouncing back to monk real quick to become a Drunken Master. You can Deflect Missiles by kicking them back as a reaction, reducing their damage and launching it back if they’re reduced to 0. You also get a Drunken Technique, making yourself even faster when you start hurting people. Using a flurry of blows lets you disengage for free, and your walking speed increases by another 10 feet.

5. Sorcerer 2: Second level sorcerers are a Font of Magic, giving you sorcery points that can be spent to recharge spell slots, among other things that don’t unlock til next level.

You can also cast Comprehend Languages now, and you should replace Arms of Hadar with Identify. Just stick it in your inventory and read the name, it’s not hard.

6. Sorcerer 3: Thanks to second level spells, you can now Blur the edges of your body to become harder to hit. You also get Calm Emotions and Detect Thoughts as freebies, though neither one is really justified, which is unfortunate.

Thankfully all your other spells get cooler thanks to Metamagic! Spend sorcery points to change a spells damage type with Transmuted Spell or make it harder to save against thanks to Heightened Spell!

7. Monk 4: Bouncing back to monk again gives you your first Ability Score Improvement, so bump up your Charisma for stronger spells. You can also Slow Fall as a reaction to avoid fall damage because all those heels kind of act like shocks. You also get Quickened Healing to spend ki points to heal yourself as an action. This probably isn’t canonical, but trust me, you’ll need it.

8. Sorcerer 4: Now that your spells are okay, use this ASI to get the Elemental Adept feat for Acid spells. Your spells now ignore resistance to acid damage and all your dice count as at least a 2 for damage. Considering how much Acid spells love d4s, this is a serious upgrade.

This level, you can use Green-Flame Blade (Green-Acid Blade?) and Enhance Ability to make your dance moves even better.

9. Sorcerer 5: Fifth level sorcerers can autocorrect thanks to their Magical Guidance, spending a sorcery point to re-roll a failed skill check. You also get a proper Melt Virus upgrade thanks to Vampiric Touch, dealing necrotic damage and healing yourself. Sadly you can’t turn this into acid damage, but it’s still pretty good on its own.

You also get more freebies from Psionic Spells, Hunger of Hadar makes for a pretty good Sarasvati Meltout vortex for at a low level, creating an area of difficult terrain that deals cold and acid damage on creatures that start and end their turn in it, respectively. You also get Sending, another chat client that can work even with people in other servers (planes).

10. Sorcerer 6: Your brand new Water Walk will let you stay on top of your own Meltout.

You also get Psionic Sorcery, not to be confused with Psionic Spells, that lets you cast Psionic Spells without verbal or somatic components if you spend sorcery points. You can also ignore material components if they’re not consumed by the spell.

On top of all of that, your Psychic Defenses firewall kicks in, giving you resistance to psychic damage and advantage on saves against being charmed or frightened. Lets be real, your mother is way scarier than any dumb goblin could be.

11. Monk 5: Fifth level monks get an Extra Attack each action, so now you can kick with both legs without using your bonus action! Your Stunning Strike can also be used by spending a ki point to force a constitution save on a creature you hit with a monk attack. If the target fails, they’re stunned for a round, giving you the perfect opening to torment them even more.

12. Monk 6: Sixth level monks get Ki-Empowered Strikes, making your fists magical weapons. You’re kind of a magical construct, so that just makes sense. Since you’re a drunken master, you also get your Tipsy Sway, speeding up how much speed you need to stand up and letting you turn your pleasure into another creature’s pain by redirecting attacks that miss you.

13. Sorcerer 7: For your fourth level spells, you can use Vitriolic Sphere for even more Acid, possibly even taking more damage on the next turn unless they pass their dexterity save. You also get more Psionic Spells, but I’ll save you the headache and just tell you what we’re swapping them with. Get Arcane Eye this level, and Locate Creature next level. One benefit to being an AI; access to the world map.

14. Sorcerer 8: Grab the Piercer feat to round up Dexterity, boosting your AC and attack power. You can also re-roll a piercing die once per turn. You also deal an extra die of damage on critical piercing attacks. You also get a Watery Sphere to restrain creatures within... drumroll please... a watery sphere. A great way to hold enemies in place while you pelt them with acid.

15. Sorcerer 9: Your fifth level spells include Enervation for a longer lasting Melt Virus, as well as Psionic Spells Rary’s Telepathic Bond for a whole chatroom, and Legend Lore. Tune into the BB channel to learn about your favorite subjects!

16. Sorcerer 10: Grab Quickened Spell as your third Metamagic option to add extra power to your rounds. Attack twice as an action, then Green-Acid Blade for even more pain!

You also get Skill Empowerment to give yourself expertise on skills you’re already good at for the greatest dances you’ve ever seen. We’re also pretty much set on good cantrips, so grab On/Off for the flavor. You can now turn nearby electronic devices on or off as an action. Honestly you could probably use a lot of the Modern Magic spells if your DM allows for it.

17. Sorcerer 11: Tasha’s Otherworldly Guise gives you a fancier outfit that makes you immune to fire and poison or radiant and necrotic damage depending on what role you choose to play. You’re also immune to being poisoned or Charmed, respectively. Your weapon attacks are now magical, and you get +2 to your AC. You get a flying speed for truly impressive jumps. You can also use your Charisma instead of dexterity to attack, but your dexterity’s better, so...

18. Sorcerer 12: Use your last ASI to bump up your Charisma. Stronger spells are always good.

19. Sorcerer 13: With your new seventh level spells, you can fully unleash your sadism thanks to Power Word Pain. If the target has fewer than 100 HP and it can be charmed, it becomes wracked with crippling pain. It can only move 10 feet per round, it has disadvantage on attacks, checks, and saves (aside from constitution saves). It also has to succeed on a constitution save to not waste the spell slot. At the end of each turn it has to try and make a constitution save, otherwise, the spell is indefinite.

20. Sorcerer 14: Your capstone level turns you into a Revelation in Flesh. As a bonus action, you can transform yourself for 10 minutes using 1 sorcery point for each ability you want to activate. These options include:

Truesight on invisible creatures (6/10 canonicity, might as well with all the divination spells you’ve got)

A flying speed (8/10 canonicity, can justify with sick jumps)

A swimming speed and underwater breathing (5/10 canonicity, but you already have these abilities so it doesn’t really matter)

Your body becomes basically liquid, able to squeeze through inch width gaps and escape from grapples and restraints. (10/10 canonicity, this is literally why we’re here.)

Pros:

With deflect missiles, a decent enough AC of 16/18 with Tasha’s Guise, and your Psychic Defenses, you’re decent enough at dealing with ranged attackers.

This is especially useful, as your mobility will keep you one step away from the melee fighters, letting you pick and choose your fights. You’re fast, and you can fly or run on water for extra escape options.

For most damage types, elemental adept is a nice addition, but nothing game changing. Not so with acid spells. So many acid spells use d4s, meaning the difference between 1 and 2 is greatly appreciated, as is the ignored resistances.

Cons:

If something can catch up to you, it’ll find out real fast just how squishy you are. Those sorcerer hit dice did not do you any favors, leaving you with only 75 HP. Be careful around high level casters with a good antivirus (Power Word Kill), or they might just delete you. Also literally any fighter.

While elemental adept helps, Acid Immunity is also pretty common in D&D. While Transmuting your spells (and just hitting people) will help keep you from being a sitting duck in those fights, it’s still a glaring weak point.

Outside of your spells, your physical attacks aren’t particularly powerful thanks to being stuck with short swords. So if you start running out of spell slots, retreating might be a good idea. A glass cannon without the cannon is just a bad thing to be.

#fate grand order #fgo #D&D 5e #DND #Meltryllis #Sorcerer #Monk

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Statement of Harm & Abuse caused by Steam Powered Giraffe’s former bandmember Michael Philip Reed

I am making this post after reading Steam Powered Giraffe’s recent tweets about Michael and also seeing another tweet circling around from a fan/friend of his as well. This statement is being posted publicly to make the Steam Powered Giraffe fandom and community aware of the breadth of Michael’s harmful actions. Steam Powered Giraffe also tweeted encouraging victims to come forward privately with more information, and because of this I have sent this statement directly to SPG so they are aware of this now as well. 

This post is formed by input from victims, occasionally about each other, and occasionally through observations about themselves directly, that occurred over a span of roughly 10 years, informally through text and private messaging, as well as casual conversation at parties and during socializing. His victims should not be subject to more retraumatizing or identification due to fear of retaliation. Along this vein, I also do not wish to identify myself. Frequently his victims of abuse are non-romantic partners.

Michael and I were friends for a number of years. We became friends when I was 18 and he was 26. During the entirety of our friendship I watched him make friends with young women and notably - minors, as well as pursue relationships with them that blurred the lines of platonic and romantic behavior. I watched him emotionally manipulate multiple young women + minors in their teens he had as friends, often causing animosity between the people he was manipulating, which he then used to his gain whenever confronted on his behavior by scoffing it off as jealousy. Part of the emotional manipulation that contributed to this that I witnessed and was also victim to was a deliberate effort on Michael’s part to be secretive about all of the people in his social group who were in the category of young women and minors, despite all parties involved knowing each other in some way because they knew he was “friends” with them. Michael specifically had no problem chatting about mutual friends who were adults and men - however there was a notably distinct difference when talking about young women/minors. He groomed multiple minors that I knew, engaging in physical affection and romantic/sexual emotional manipulation. In some cases he waited until they legally became an adult to make sexual advances. In others, with victims as young as 15 years old, he did pursue and act upon sexual advances. In case it is not abundantly clear - this is sexual assault and in the context of engaging in sex acts with minors is rape.

Even in the case of victims Michael did not form an ongoing intimate relationship with, Michael was consistently friendly around young women and minors (predominantly met through Steam Powered Giraffe and before and after shows) in inappropriate ways, often openly flirting with them upon meeting them and encouraging them to keep in touch. There were many instances he initiated obtaining direct contact info with fans after meeting them, some he was privy to were minors at the time. I have witnessed this in person, Steam Powered Giraffe has received reports of this, and I have been told this directly by fans and friends of friends who have met him in passing. He regularly held chat rooms with young women and minors and in those chatrooms often made innuendoes and flirty jokes. 

In addition to Michael being manipulative to many young, impressionable people, he was also an irresponsible friend - which in the context of having a social circle filled with young women and minors, was negligent and dangerous. He actively participated in peer pressuring and coaxing his young “friends” into illegal recreational drugs - predominantly psychedelics and alcohol and encouraged friends his age who did those drugs to peer pressure his young companions into these behaviors as well. He not only peer pressured and coaxed his victims into using illegal recreational drugs, but also personally offered them as he had them in his possession. He also would solicit his “friends” to hang out with him at night and drink (most if not all of whom were under 21, so he had to supply the alcohol) and then disappear or offer to let people crash at his place and then rescind his offer last minute. This put his young victims in danger and at risk, especially when under the influence of alcohol. On a number of occasions where I wasn’t directly affected by this, I was one of the people with a car who would pick up our mutual friends left hanging.

As evidenced by another tweet circulating, Michael has also said a number of racist things. He has wallowed in his white guilt openly and unproductively with multiple people of color, seeking comfort and to unburden his conscience. He has frequently made his white guilt a focus and expected emotional labor from POC, and has said some very offensive and distasteful things, like repeatedly saying he wished he was a black man, and that part of that desire was because he felt his music should be sung with a black man’s voice. His wishing to be black is grotesque for a number of reasons: - because he wanted to be absolved of his white guilt without taking any personal action to dismantle white supremacy, and also fetishizing black people as there is no monolithic black voice, black people are all individual and unique and to fixate on an idea of something they may have that he wanted is racist and inappropriate to say the least. He also made comments in front of friends and at parties to a POC he was romantically involved with repeatedly saying this person was white passing enough for him, as he wasn’t normally attracted to women of color. He also boasted to multiple friends that much of his friend group were people of color.

All in all, after years of knowing Michael, seeing his behaviors towards myself and towards others, these very clear statements need to be made. 

1. Michael is a pedophile who has a long history of actively and physically preying on minors and young women. Michael has preyed upon minors and young women, and has coerced minors (under the age of 17) into sexual activity - which is sexual assault and rape. He has calculatedly manipulated young women 5-10 years his junior to be his “friend”, often treating them and implying they were in a relationship, and lying to other people involved, creating an extremely toxic social circle of gaslighted young people being manipulated and abused. He cyclically pulled from this group of individuals one at a time and withheld attention from the others to maintain control and silence of the entire group. This is sexual abuse, in any context. He has used his fame and social capital and his brand of charming and kind dude to make excuses for his behavior and seem like he would never be the type to commit it. When called out on this- he directly lies. Lying about his behavior even when presented with evidence is frequent. 

2. Michael is racist. He has made multiple racist comments to people of color who were close to him over a number of years, he has sought out emotional support for his white guilt without addressing how he should personally fight against racism and white supremacy. He has fetishized people of color and fixated on them. 

Those who have gotten close enough to Michael know that despite his kindhearted exterior, he can be shockingly cold and lash out in very cruel ways unexpectedly. He has done this to every single one of his victims that I’ve known, including myself, and his victims are anticipating the potential that he will retaliate in response to being called out for his actions. Private and informal testimonies from sexual partners and friends of a variety of ages, forms of relationship, and gender indicate severe emotional abuse. 

I would like to acknowledge my role in accountability in this situation for those who may be wondering why I am privy to all of this information but have not spoken out sooner - 18 is not a monolithic age of wizened adulthood - and being that I met Michael when he was nearly 10 years my senior and he pursued friendship with me, I was also taken advantage of for my age and naivety. I was a consistent victim of his emotional manipulation, and felt vaguely uncomfortable for the entirety of knowing and interacting with him, but also personally looked up to him and was charmed by the kindhearted well intentioned image he cultivated both publicly and privately. Upon reading Bunny’s tweets on the matter and reflecting on all that I have been aware of has occurred, it became abundantly clear that it was crucial to make this statement. 

To all who have considered themselves friends and colleagues of Michael’s who are in his age group - do not mislead yourselves that there were no signs of Michael’s behavior. This should’ve been dealt with much swifter than nearly a decade down the line when great irrevocable harm has been dealt to Michael’s victims, and there were many publicly visible signs that Michael was way too close with young people - predominantly young women and minors, even if the deeper grotesque details remained in secrecy. The same things that enticed Michael’s young victims to believe being close to him was safe and exciting, are much of the same signs that should’ve been clear to his peers were deeply inappropriate. Based on Bunny’s tweets regarding Michael getting “too friendly” with young fans, and being caught kissing a minor after a show years ago, it is abundantly clear there was a pattern of harmful predatory behavior that was appropriately investigated enough to stop sooner. I ask that all those who have associated with Michael who were peers of him as adults to reflect on this and take open accountability for their role in enabling his behavior either actively or passively in turning a blind eye and/or not investigating his behavior/personally challenging it.

We are asking that this statement is posted on all of SPG’s public channels for visibility - and that fans spread this information and that Steam Powered Giraffe does everything they can to deplatform and demonetize Michael. We are also asking that there is space for this information to spread and breathe and that things do not immediately or quickly return back to status quo within the Steam Powered Giraffe fandom. People have been seriously impacted by this and the trajectory of the lives of many youths has been altered permanently. Considering Steam Powered Giraffe’s success and fame was integral to giving Michael influence over his victims and the opportunity to meet them in the first place, it is only appropriate that there is a significant period of pause - in respect of the victims, and for those finding out about Michael’s actions to process this information.

#steam powered giraffe #michael reed #michael philip reed #mpr #spg #bunny bennett #david michael bennett #isabella bunny bennett #mprjanedoe #steam powered giraffe fan #spg fan

[prorevenge]

Better check your facts, because people KNOW people.

Had to post this one...it isn't petty, it isn't regular, and it ruined a guys journalistic career.

The internet has evolved quite a lot over the years. Some people may remember usenet groups, I know I do, used to have a lot of fun reading them. Kind of similar in a way to today's reddit in a way...no matter what the subject was, someone would have a usenet newsgroup for it. But unlike todays reddit, it was strictly text. You could download images, but they would take forever to download, and could often be across several different messages...just one of the messages missing, and you wouldn't get the image. Things then improved, download speeds slowly got faster, and then there was IRC that came about. IRC saw the same thing...there was chatroom for anything and everything...and if there wasn't, you could clearly create it. If you were to try to watch a video over the internet back then, it could take you a couple of hours to download a music video...you get the idea. This is important for the context of the story.

I was a writer on a couple of wrestling newsletters during the mid to late 90's. We only published our newsletters online...you could have it emailed to you, or go to a website to read it (think we hosted on geocities or tripod). Both wrestling newsletters were independent of each other, and I used different nicknames on each. One was more a review and preview newsletter, where we would post reviews of the most recent shows/events, talk about current feuds, and talk about what we may think will happen in the next big event.

The other newsletter, was a news and rumours newsletter, with a few fun puzzles/competitions thrown in to keep things interesting. At the time, you had a few big name wrestling news and rumours websites, and a handful of small ones...I was a writer on one of the small ones. Sometimes we would get news and rumours from the big name websites, giving them credit where appropriate. Sometimes, we would hear things from people in the business...everyone had their sources of information. And sometimes we would make an educated guess on possible scenarios, based on current trends in the industry. It did get a bit cut-throat at times, with some newsletters claiming that they broke the news first, when it had already been published in other newsletters first. And you would even have some newsletters devote all of their time trying to rubbish the other newsletters for publishing false and misleading information. It was rumours...we did not always get it right.

Through a couple of readers of my first wrestling newsletter, I learned of a huge surprise in the works for one organisation, which could potentially lead to something happening at a big event coming up. I won't mention the surprise, but it involved a person from another sport. No other wrestling newsletter had reported it, so I included it as a rumour on the second wrestling newsletter. I was instantly rubbished by one of the major wrestling newsletters at the time, publishing a clearly nonsense rumour that would never happen...only for that very same newsletter to publish the exact same rumour two or three days later, and claim to be the first ones to publish it. This sort of stuff happened all the time, it did not bother me at all.

Anyway, I happened to have a few wrestlers who actually read my first newsletter...no big names as such, but a couple of lesser known wrestlers in the big organisations. I knew who they were, but refused to reveal their identities back then, and refuse to reveal them now. One of them let me know of an unknown fact from a major match a couple of years earlier (it was to do with an injury that happened during a part of the match). This fact had never been published anywhere else at the time. I mentioned that I wrote for another wrestling newsletter, that dealt with news and rumours, and asked if I could repeat the information. The wrestler said sure, but not to credit him. So I go ahead and publish the rumour.

Straight away I had another of the smaller wrestling newsletters say that it was nonsense. They said that it was impossible for the match to have continued, had the injury happened. They then started a smear campaign on the second newsletter, I was getting spam emails constantly, virus attempts originating from the competition, the competition even went so far as claiming that they had the full story of my wife of 10 years working as a hooker (don't ask, they were trying to find anything to smear me with). There was more sinister and disgusting stuff, but I won't write it here. Why it got so personal, I do not know, but the funny thing was that at the time, I was a 22 year old single university student, and if I had a wife of 10 years who was working as a hooker, I would have had to marry her when I was 12. But his smear campaign was working, our readership dropped by nearly 50%. It was time to get some revenge, although I had no idea just how far the revenge would end up reaching.

Firstly, I approached one of the bigger wrestling newsletters. They would often run ads at the bottom or rear of their newsletters, for "affiliated" newsletters. I organised a new affiliation with them, removing an affiliation they had with the competition. Small potatoes. I started promoting the second newsletter heavily on usenet, in some of the wrestling groups...which ultimately led to an increase in our email subscription base, greater than what it was before his smear campaign. This negated any effect that his smear campaign had...but I was hungry for more. I wanted to shove it where the sun don't shine, so I contacted those wrestlers who read my first newsletter. I explained the situation to them, and they were happy to help out. It took a couple of weeks, but eventually I was able to post a link to a 15 second video (hosted on a geocities webpage, as well as on a wrestling usenet group), where the wrestler at the centre of the injury rumour not only confirmed it, but gave a shoutout to my second newsletter. While it validated me and my information, it still didn't shut the other guy up.

Finally, a break. While the guy used an alias for his newsletter, he did actually mention his name a couple of times, and where in the US he attended university. Using this information, I was able to get a friend in the US to do some searching for me (attended that very same university), and discovered that the guy had actually completed a journalism degree several years earlier. Further research indicated that he was now working as a reporter for a regional newspaper in the US. His wrestling newsletter must just be a hobby. So I decided to send all of the information I had, his smear campaign etc, to the newspaper office. I don't know what, if anything, it would do...but it was worth a shot. About a month later, I got an email back from the newspaper, thanking me for the information. They discovered that he was using the newspaper's system to run the wrestling newsletter, which was against their policy, so they fired him. And because the newspaper was part of a chain of regional newspapers across the US, he was going to struggle to find another journalism job. The newsletter got shut down as well, because without the newspaper's system to run it, the guy had no way of continuing with the newsletter.

Side note...I ended up finishing with my newsletters not long after anyway. The first newsletter, as I was just a writer for it, I finished up with it when the owner of the newsletter decided to close it down (he didn't have the time to devote to it due to work commitments). The second one, I started off as just a writer/contributor, then took over their competitions, then eventually took over the whole newsletter (original owner didn't want to do it anymore). But in the end, I was finishing up at university, I had to move on with my career, so I closed it down.

(source) story by (/u/ZeroPenguinParty)

#prorevenge #by /u/ZeroPenguinParty #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

[andmaybegayer]

Server Admins, Privacy and Ownership

A while ago while the Twitter Bitcoin Fandango happened, I mentioned that it’s absolutely sensible to assume that twitter staff could seize control of any account without needing access to any of your credentials (you don’t have to read that though).

It got me thinking about how people interact with the admins of the communication services they use, and how that differs in the current day from a few decades ago.

In Ye Olden Times, if you wanted to talk to people on the internet you went to a handful of social spaces. These could be Bulletin Boards, IRC Servers, Multi-user Dungeons, later this expanded to include web forums, whatever. In general being in one of these places meant you were acutely aware of who your Server Admins are.

Server Admins are the folks who own and operate the computers running the service. They may be running the service because people paid them to, as an offshoot of a larger business, or just because they want to. You need to know who they are, because they are often who you should report bugs or abuse to. They generally exist both as staff and as users, and you develop an interesting relationship to them. They’re simultaneously friends but also people at the end of a vast power differential.

By virtue of running the show, Server Admins have 100% access to anything that happens on the server, and you have no way to really check up on them. They can read your private messages to other users, find out your IP address, see when you log on, even impersonate you and delete the evidence if they want to. You have to trust them, or you have to take your own steps (PGP signing your messages, having other channels of communication you do trust) to make trusting them unnecessary.

(Yes, end-to-end encryption can resolve this but a) we’re talking about IRC and forums and b) while some new systems like Signal and Whatsapp do support it, by and large places like Twitter and Facebook do not, at least for the parts you care about.)

As I said earlier, they’re all-powerful but they’re also people who hang out. I’m a channel administrator for the xkcd IRC channel, and some of the channel regulars are server admins for the IRC server hosting the channel. I’m talking to one of them right now about politics. They notably aren’t channel admins, but at any time they could decide to demote every single channel admin, take control and lock us all out, and our only recourse would be to take what we can carry and move to another server. I have to trust them, and since I do I can go to them when we have problems only they can solve, like spammers hitting the whole network.

The server admins also have very real interests that may make them want to spy on their users. They are the ones liable for what happens on their servers, so if they don’t trust their users, they may wish to spy to ensure they are not liable for illegal activity. You can allay this fear and discourage spying by being trustworthy and letting the admins know when something suspicious is going on. It is a give and take.

This relationship is Horribly Dysfunctional under modern social media.

The core of this is that the Server Admins still exist, but you don’t know who they are. There are people at Facebook/Tumblr/Twitter who can read your DM’s, who can post as you if they want, who can see when you log on, all without being noticed, but you can’t decide if you trust them, and you can’t take your business elsewhere if you don’t.

If I distrust Charlie, my lovely server admin (although I do trust Charlie), I can tell some of my friends to meet me on a different IRC server and we can talk about that and he can’t find out, because it’s beyond his domain. We’re still using IRC, and everyone is happy with this. If you distrust Mark Zuckerberg’s faceless moderation team, and you want to discuss that with your friends, you have to move to a different platform. You can’t go to Facebook 2. Your options (if you want to use Facebook) are Trust Zuck or Perish.

That’s part 1

Part 2 is that big social networks are so large that you can’t EVER talk to the admins, you don’t know them what their interests are. You can’t suck up to them to get better treatment, and you can’t Trust them. Even if there’s only one BBS in your town and you can’t long-distance call to a different one, you can at least learn about the admin and make decisions based on how much you trust them. You have no idea who has admin access at Facebook, you don’t know if they have a vendetta against people like you, you cannot plan for this.

This works to your benefit in some ways. The chance that someone with Facebook admin powers has a beef with you is very low, so you usually don't have to worry about this from a social perspective. It does however mean that in the grand privacy perspective, you could have your personal information leaked and you wouldn't even know who might be responsible for it. You have very little recourse against a faceless administrator who is responsible for millions or billions of people, especially because this administrator possibly isn't a human, it's a computer system that sells adverts.

There's automatic moderation systems in many forums and chatrooms, but they are typically "owned" by someone. If they cause a problem for you, you can take that up with an individual. Individuals do not exist inside of Facebook and Twitter.

I'm a big fan of non-exclusive communication systems. I don't mind having the small scale hierarchies of the kind you get when using someone else's resources because they allow you to deal with problems socially. Being a Known Entity is a thing that can work in your favour in these small spaces but absolutely no one is a Known Entity on Facebook (from an admin or user side) and that means you have to rely more heavily on strict rules and sweeping policies, and you have to be careful not to run afoul of the rules or you become banned from the Entire System, not just one server. Small servers aren’t perfect, I have disagreements with my moderation team at times over bans, but at least that person is not removed from The World Of IRC At Large. It is much closer to how normal real life works, and I think that’s valuable when you’re trying to replicate social interactions on the net.

#computer stuff #social media #social stuff #moderation

[jihyuncompass]

Animals

After yesterday’s I decided to go for something a little shorter, I’m still not used to writing Seven AT ALL but I gave it a good shot. 

Mysme Week 2020 Day Six ( @mysmeweek2020 )

Animals

Saeyoung Choi x MC 

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: You decide to surprise your boyfriend with a trip somewhere special 

Saeyoung loved surprising you. He was a natural born prankster so pranks were just a natural part of your relationship. From cups of water on top of doors or jumping out from behind corners, it was a sort of love language between you. Today, however you wanted to turn the tables, wanting to surprise him. 

You made sure to wake up a little bit before Saeyoung sneaking out of bed to head to your living room. You grabbed your backpack, last night you managed to sneak a few things in there but you didn’t want Saeyoung to see. You padded into the kitchen and grabbed some of the premade snacks you prepared yesterday while he had been working in his office. 

Zipping up the backpack, you returned to the bedroom. Saeyoung was still asleep, curled up in the blankets. You slid back into bed next to him. Lying down to look at him, you took in his peaceful expression. He never looked happier or more peaceful than when he was asleep. You almost hated to wake him up but this surprise was worth it. 

You pushed a lock of hair from his eyes. “Saeyoung.” You whispered, his face tensed for a moment before returning to its normal state. Signing you gently shook his shoulder, and after two pushes his eyes opened. 

“Morning.” He started, still not awake enough to show this usual energy. In this situation that may be for the best though.Maybe he won’t ask too many questions or try too hard to investigate. 

“Hey, get up and get dressed. We’re going out today.” You told him. This broke him out of his sleepiness enough for him to give you a weird look. 

“Oh? Where are we going?” 

“It’s a surprise.” You grinned. “Hurry and get up.” You pulled the blanket off of him and pulled him up by the wrist. To mess with you he ragdolled so he would be too heavy to move on your own. “Saeyoung! Come on!” He laughed, reaching to put on his glasses. Finally able to see you clearly he dragged himself slowly out of bed. 

After a quick breakfast you put your backpack on your shoulders and left a note for Saeran so he knew you would be gone for most of the day. 

Since you were the one with the knowledge of the destination you insisted on being the one who drove today. Normally Saeyoung would never let you drive one of his precious babies but after pouting just a little  he gave in this time and let you drive. 

Admittedly driving his car was scarier than driving anything else, this car was worth more than you had ever made in your life and went very fast without much effort at all. Saeyoung seemed to notice how unfamiliar you were too based on the way he kept side eyeing you driving. 

“So where are we going?” He asked. A sly smile on your face you answered nonchalantly. 

“Secret mission of the highest security. You’ll get details when we arrive.” You teased him. Showing off that big toothy grin of his he seemed to catch on to what you were saying. 

“Roger that Agent 606!” He shot back at you. You showed each other similar toothy smiles. You remembered the road directions in your head, using a GPS would have spoiled the surprise too early. 

You talked during the entire drive, Saeyoung checked into the RFA messenger during your drive and was relaying all the messages to you out loud. He even pulled out his best Jumin and Zen impression which nearly made you swerve off the road from how hard you were laughing. 

By the time that you pulled into the parking lot Saeyoung still hadn’t quite figured out where you were. He must have been too focused on the chatroom to look up at the signs when you passed them. In some ways this made the surprise better, holding his hand you lead him to the front gate where he could read the sign. 

“We’re at the Zoo?” Saeyoung asked, a big grin on his face. 

“Surprise! I thought it would be a fun date.” He held your hand tighter and faced you, his smile wider and goofier than you’d ever seen it before. 

“I’ve never been to the zoo before! Do they have lions here?” He asked genuinely. Thinking about it, he probably had only seen Zoos on TV before now. So he probably didn’t know what it all entailed. 

“Totally, tigers too.” 

“Monkeys?”

“Yep!”

“Penguins?” 

“Totally!” 

“Koaloa bears?” 

“Saeyoung.” You laughed. “Let’s get in, we’ll go look at all the exhibits.” Bouncing on his feet he practically ran to the front gate. 

After buying the tickets and getting a map of the Zoo the two of you sat on a bench to plan your route around the huge park. The zoo was separated into multiple sections based on geographic location. 

“What do you want to see first?” You asked your boyfriend, his leg was bouncing from his excess energy. 

“We should see the tigers first!” Saeyoung said. “I want to see the big cats!” Looking at the map you pointed to where the tiger exhibit was. It was a pretty good distance away from where you were. But you couldn’t say no to him, map in one hand and Saeyoung’s hand the other you both speed walked to where the tigers were. 

The whole walk you passed by other smaller exhibits and enclosures. Taking a small break from walking to look at them. With each stop Saeyoung’s energy seemed to get higher and higher. His excitement got to the point where the two of you were practically running the last few minutes of your walk. 

Leaning against the bars, Saeyoung stared down at the tigers. His eyes were wide in wonder. Watching him you thought he almost looked like a little kid, full of energy and excitement. 

Once Saeyoung was done looking at the tigers you walked around the rest of the section, seeing lions, panthers, and a cheetah. Each one he got excited about, taking pictures with his phone and insisting on reading all the information boards, and learning the zoo given names of every single animal. His favorite so far being Chester for one of the cheetahs. A name which did elicit a brief groan from you. 

You went from section to section, weaving around the Zoo, each one making Saeyoung’s eyes light up. Watching him you tried to remember the last time you had seen him so continuously, and genuinely happy. You kept thinking that he looked and acted like a kid. Especially as you watched him next to a group of kids. The only difference between them was Saeyoung’s height and the lack of sticky, germy fingers. That was until you have him one of the snacks you brought that left his fingers, admittedly, a little sticky. 

After running around for a few hours, your both decided that maybe it was time to get something to eat. Talking back towards the front of the zoo you went into a small cafe where they sold drinks and simple meal items. After getting your lunch you made the decision to get an elephant ear to share for dessert. 

Coming back to your picnic table you're sure your boyfriend's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. The fried dough was draping off of the plate. Huge, and covered in cinnamon and sugar. 

“Are you having fun?” You asked him. Saeyoung paused right before doing what could only be described as trying to unhinge his jaw like a snake to eat his sandwich. He showed you a smile and nodded. 

“Yeah, I am.” His smile softened to just be pulling at the corners of his lips. “Thank you.”

“Good surprise?” 

“Great surprise.” 

After finishing your lunch and sharing the elephant ear (which is truly bigger than it ever needs to be) you continued on your quest to look at everything there was to look at. 

“You know who they remind me of?” Saeyoung asked, pointing to the Emperor Penguins. 

“Who?” 

“Jumin, I mean they’re tall, black and white.” He paused. “A lot of them are gay-”

“Saeyoung!” You gasped. He laughed, his hand on his chest. 

“Okay I was joking about that last bit, but the other things?” He motioned to the penguins. “Pretty spot on.” You rolled your eyes and laughed. You tried to be subtle about it but you absolutely did take a photo of one of them to post in the messenger. 

Soon it was starting to get late and both of your energy levels were getting pretty low. But as a final quest the two of you went to the gift shop. After searching for a while Saeyoung insisted on buying a tacky shirt with a giant lion face on it. It was weirdly cut and did not look like it would fit well but somehow it was just tacky enough that Saeyoung could probably pull it off. Together you also picked out a book to bring back for Saeran, something sweet and simple that he would like. Leaving the gift shop with a bag of your goodies Saeyoung took a long look at the thinning crowd. 

“We should come back with Saeran sometime. It might be a little much right now, but I think he’d like it.” Saeyoung said, you agreed mentally adding this to the bucket list you had back at home of all the things you, Saeyoung and Saeran wanted to do once he was more stable and confident. 

Saeyoung drove home, you were exhausted and keeping your eyes open was hard enough as it is. Before you felt yourself fall asleep you spared a look at your partner behind the wheel. He looked just as tired as you ddi but a happy smile was still recognizable. 

Your relationship had always been full of surprises, good and bad but if you had to say. You did a good job on this one. 

#mysmeweek2020 #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme 707 #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #mysme saeyoung #I got the damn zoo plates song stuck in my head now

[heckinhacker]

Hello, how's your day? I was wondering if I could make a true damage crew request about their reastion to Yasuo s/o being harassed (verbally + physically) by fangirls/boys for not being pretty/good enough to be around/with the . Perks if the reader keeps this away from him. Yasuo discovers whats going on by entering a chatroom (like you other Yasuo ficlet) and reading the messages. I just want to see how he (and the crew) would handle it. (G/N Reader pleases) Is this okay or too much??

True Damage!Yasuo x S/O - hate on loved one. 

A/N: It’s a big reference to my fanfic “I’m glad you’re evil too”, it’s worth reading before getting to those headcanons! 

P.S: Maybe i’ll make part 2 fanfic based on those headcanons but no promises, I’m flooded with other requests so I went on with headcanons sorry--

Warnings: Abuse mentions. 

Yasuo never got to know what was going on with [Y/N] and them not having any mood to do anything, he tried his best to fix the problem but he never knew what it was, so it was really hard to help. 

He often goes “incognito” on fanpages of his group to see how their community is holding on. 

He knew lately his relationship with [Y/N]  got revealed by paparazzi, and after he got to know that, he confirmed that it’s true and [Y/N] is his and only his, he’s eager to sacrifice his carreer for their good. 

But he didn’t knew his fans didn’t accepted his relationship. 

There was so much hate and disgusting comments on you it made him sick in the stomach. 

He wasn’t able to write anything about that in this chatroom, he just went out right away. 

Now he thought he know what the problem was. 

It would be okay and super good, but when he got to see you in person, you were all beaten up.

“What...happened to you?” He asked, concerned. Your face was all purple from bruises! 

“It’s nothing, babe...”

“ Not buying that. That’s caused by my fans, isn’t it? Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I knew you’d make a big fuss about it, and I’m not worth the-”

“Don’t even finish. You’re my lover, I won’t allow this to happen. Why didn’t you go to the hospital, why didn’t you go with this to the police?? [Y/N] please start taking care of yourself!” 

He took you to the hospital by himself.

You had to stay there for some time so doctors can have a closer look on you. 

And that’s when he had time to figure things out. 

He had to talk with his friends from band about this. What should he do??

(band’s reactions) 

Senna: 

She agreed right away that your case should be reported to the police and anyone abusing you should take responsibility for their words.

She felt absolutely sick. How this can be right?

How come that her and Lucian are “So cute together omaga!!!!” and Yasuo with [Y/N] is the worst thing ever?

She can’t stand it. 

She’s so angry, but as she’s the most mature person from this band, she never wrote a post first. She waited for Yasuo’s first move about this hate, but she was sure to leave her opinion on that.

She’d hate to know that their fans are  toxic. She wants to change it. 

Ekko: 

He didn’t talk about how he feels about this problem too much. 

It was visible he felt uncomfortable knowing you gor hurt from his and bands fans. It almost hurt. 

He just nodded with agreement after Senna’s smart addictions, but all he wanted to do to be alone and figure this out by himself.

Damn, he liked you!! He visited you in the hospital pretty often. Not as much as Yasuo, but pretty often. He bought you a lot of chocolate and other kind of sweets. No matter if you like them or not. 

He always tells you that he’d beat the shit out of those bastard’s asses when he lays hands of them.

What a good friend. 

Qiyana: 

Queen doesn’t really give a shit. 

She saw how much this accident moved her band mates, but she didn’t cared.

“They knew what they’re sighing themself on when they got to know your real identity, I’m not surprised it happened.”

She’s not that worried. 

All she cares about is her fame and her ass, and her biggest problems are her gaining weight lately, so let’s not talk about Qiqi aight--

Akali: 

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She can’t believe it even happened! 

She shows how angry she is as much as Senna but not in smart way. 

She’s cursing all her way out but never said a thing online because Senna asked her not to. 

As soon as Yasuo made a post on every social media he could, she did the same. 

Senna’s post used smart words, just like mom would scold her child, but her?

She went apeshit. 

She cursed and cursed, calling those who hated on you nolifes and  ugly fat narcisistic bastards who don’t know how much words can hurt - and then this accident! 

She doesn’t care what people think of her true character, people love her for her music, if they’d stop because she was honest - so be it. 

Yasuo: 

After the talk (and big fight with Qiyana) he managed to make a lot of videos and text posts about how dissapointed he is about this whole situations and it’s a last call for this all hate to stop, before he ends with his music carreer. 

He wasn’t joking. 

When it didn’t stop, he was so close to end this all, but as soon as he almost did it, fans stopped. 

He promised if that happens one more time he’d go on court path, it won’t be pretty. 

All he cares about is [Y/N]’s comfort and safety. 

#hacker writes #headcanons #league of legends #true damage #league of legends yasuo #league of legends imagines #league of legends x reader #league of legends qiyana #league of legends ekko #league of legends senna #league of legends akali #league of legends yasuo x reader #lol yasuo x reader #lol qiyana #lol ekko #lol senna #lol akali #yasuo #yasuo x reader #akali #ekko #senna #qiyana #true damage yasuo #true damage yasuo x reader #true damage ekko #true damage senna #true damage qiyana #true damage akali

[whoreforfanfiction]

They Confess Their Feelings (Mystic Messenger Preferences)

Yoosung

- you two would have to be friends for a while before he felt ready to confess his feelings

- of course, he’s talked to Zen countless times about you already, but never took his advice on telling you how he felt

- at least once a week you were at his house 

- and at least once a month you went out for dinner (which he always insisted on paying for, even though you knew it drilled a hole in his pocket)

- basically, you two spent a majority of your time together

- your favorite was when you’d spend the entire day at his house playing a video game marathon

- you got to spend the most time with him during those

- today though, you two were just sitting on the couch, talking about the new professor that hates him 

- “He’ll come around and see how fun you are,” you commented trying to cheer his sad face up. 

- An immediate blush rose to his pale cheeks

- “You think I’m fun?” he said sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck

- “Of course, silly. Why else would I hang out with you all the time? You’re my favorite person to be around,” you admitted. 

- he knew this was his moment and he tried to remember what Zen had told him to say

- they rehearsed it a million times, but his memory was failing him horribly

- he stumbled around trying to find words to return you with but he eventually just blurted out “I like you!” 

- you were shocked into silence for a second, and he took it the wrong way

- “S-shit forget I said that,” he tried to recover but you had already heard those 3 majestic words

- “No no I like you too! You shocked me there for a second,” you giggled and you pulled him into a shy kiss on the cheek

Zen

- really not shy about his feelings at all

- super self-confident, which is one of the things you liked most about him

- you were friends for a few months and after sharing conversations with you, he knew you were the one

- confided in Yoosung about his feelings since those two are like brothers

- Yoosung knew you liked Zen back

- he said it was a “vibe” he had picked up during your encounters 

- and because you always asked for more selfies in the messenger

- and today, Zen decided he was going to change your friendship and make it something deeper and more meaningful

- you were scheduled to come over to marathon a TV show you both enjoyed

- Zen made sure the scene was set

- he had popcorn, your favorite drink, cozy blankets, tissues for when you cried about characters dying

- really tried to play out every single situation in his head and plan around it 

- when you came over, he made sure you were more than comfortable

- after you two finished your marathon session, you were both somewhat drowsy

- and drowsy conversations lead to deep talk times

- “I like being here with you,” you commented, “I feel safe here.” You cozied up more inside the blanket.

- this boy has never felt more complimented in his life

- “Yeah? Well, I like you!” he said with a slight chuckle that confused you

- “Like? Or like like?” you tried to clarify but ended up sounding like you were gossiping on the elementary playground

- he looked at you, dead in the eyes, “Like like, of course.” 

- “Hehe, I like like you too,” you said as he pulled you closer to his warm body

Jaehee

- very analytical and logical

- she had a theory that you liked her, based on your conversations, but was too scared to actually test it out

- she also knew she felt very strongly towards you 

- more than a friend

- she found herself checking her phone constantly to see if you texted her back

- often got in the way of her work and Jumin started to take her phone for some periods of time

- was in the chatroom CONSTANTLY just hoping you’d show up

- took her breaks when you did enter the chatroom

- you two called at least twice a week after she got off work so she could rant about how bad her day was

- today, you decided to surprise her with chocolates to ease her stress

- you hid behind her desk and jumped out when she came to sit down which did give her a mini heart attack 

- “SURPRISE!” you said as you whipped the chocolates out from behind your back

- her face was firetruck flaming red

- stuttered over her words a lot

- “I like you a lot Jaehee, homo intended, and I wanted to make sure you had a good day today,” you confessed hoping she reciprocated you feelings

- she pressed down her skirt and composed herself

- “I like you too, and I promise next time I will return your kindness,” she stated lovingly while grabbing the chocolates out of your hand

Jumin

- didn’t know what his feelings were for the longest time

- finally, he decided to talk to Zen about them since he is the king of feelings

- “You stupid heir!! You like her! Tsk it’s so sad you can’t even tell that” Zen scolded

- like? that was a new emotion and this one he enjoyed very much

- whenever he was around you, he got these feelings in his stomach and felt a burst of energy

- he was never sad or upset when he was in close proximity with you

- very inexperienced with relationships and didn’t know the best way to show you how much he cared about you 

- Zen also warned him not to throw his money at you because you might get scared off

- he was going to think of an old-fashioned nice way to show you he liked you, without using his money

-  watched lots of love movies to study up because he wanted this to be meaningful

- the common theme he deduced from all the movies was flowers and he happened to know a phenomenal florist

- was going to call, but remembered that he shouldn’t use his money

- walked around nature for a good 4 hours picking out all the flowers he thought you’d like

- tied them together with string to make a bouquet

- but how to deliver them? shipping them to your house would be easiest since you lived on the other side of the city, but he knew that wouldn’t be personal

- he also didn’t wanna arrive at your door in his limo or one of his expensive cars 

- he didn’t want it to come off as him flexing his wealth in an attempt to woo you

- so what did he do? he walked

- this rich boy walked 7 miles to your house

- which was fine until it started to rain

- you heard a gentle knocking at your door and rushed to let him in

- “You’re soaking,” you commented in concern as you ran to the bathroom to get him a towel 

- “I like you,” he got to the point and handed you the dripping bouquet

- you innerly squealed with happiness

- “I like you too!!” you said as you jumped and hugged him around the neck

- you tried to pull away after a second, but he held you there for a moment longer

- “I’m glad you like it,” he said exhausted then sat down on the couch

- drifted off to sleep not much longer aww poor baby

Saeyoung

- you two talked ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING TIME - hung out rarely because his house was a mess and didn’t want to expose you to Mary Vanderwood 

- but there wasn’t a moment where you weren’t texting or facetiming

- which pissed Vanderwood off 

- you face timed which he worked

- you two didn’t talk much during those times, but you appreciated having the company

- at night before bed though was when you two really talked

- he asked about your day and let you talk first

- you could tell he actively listened and truly cared about even the most mundane things that happened that day

- “When you went, did you get the barista you liked?” he asked knowing he hacked into their system to change that person’s hours to when he knew you’d be visiting

- “Yea! I’ve been having him more often now! I’m very happy and my tastebuds are happy too!” You were completely oblivious to his meddling and he thought it was adorable

- one night on facetime, you picked up an hour later then usual and he was upset

- “What’s wrong?” you asked after noticing he had been short with you

- “God dammit M/C I like you and this is the best part of my night! I hate when it’s delayed for one second, let alone an hour,” he complained not knowing he had just admitted his feelings towards you

- “Y-you like me?” you questioned back. you knew you heard him correctly, you just wanted to hear it again.

- “Damn it,” he swore just now noticing his slip up

- you were giggling over the phone

- “What?” he crankily asked, hating the situation thinking you didn’t return the feelings

- “I like you too my defender of justice,” you said while flashing him the biggest smile

- his heart got all warm and happy and all he did was sit and smile in silence for a while

IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD V AND SAERAN MESSAGE ME AND I’LL DO IT TOMORROW BUT IM TIRED RN

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[lovemesomesurveys]

[found at: ask-lists]

1: What color are your socks? They’re gray and pink and have Baby Yoda all over them.

2: Have you ever lied about your age? Why? When I was like 11 and had no business going into AOL teen chatrooms and on the message boards.

3: What is something you regret in the past month? Another month not getting anything taken care of.

4: Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

5: When was the last time you wrote someone a letter on paper? Uhh. I have no idea.

6: How old were you when you first learned how to ride a bike? Who taught you? I’ve never ridden one.

7: Do you get along with your parents? Why or why not? Yes, I’m close with my parents. Especially my mom; she’s my best friend.

8: What’s your favorite season? Fall and winter.

9: Do you currently like someone? No.

10: Have you ever used an Ouija board? Nope and I never will. I don’t mess with stuff like that.

11: What’s the last song you sang? “Hanging By a Moment” by Lifehouse.

12: What’s your favorite scent? I have several that I’ve listed many times in surveys before and don’t feel like doing now.

13: What’s your favorite urban legend? The one where the car follows the girl on the road at night, which of course is long, dark, and empty, and when she pulls over somewhere the driver informs her that someone is sitting in her backseat, unbeknownst to her. That one always gave me the creeps. That, and the one where the creepy phone calls the babysitter keeps getting are actually coming from inside the house.

14: What’s a bad habit that you have? Picking at my skin, lips, and nails.

15: What’s a strange habit that you have? Looking for split ends in my hair.

16: What’s the first instrument that you learned to play? The recorder, in 3rd or 4th grade - we were all required to. <<< Same. Why was that a thing? lol.

17: How would you describe your ‘type? It differs based on peoples’ personalities more so than their looks. <<< Yeah, I’d agree. 

18: Would you rather stay in or go out? Stay in. Especially since COVID happened.

19: What was the last thing you said to your mom? “Goodnight.”

20: Do you want to get married someday? No.

21: Have you ever snuck out? Nope.

22: Can you sing well? Nope.

23: What’s an embarrassing thing that happened this week? Hm. Nothing comes to mind, actually.

24: When was the last time you went sledding? Never.

25: Have you ever/do you liked someone you know you can never be with? I’ve felt that way many times.

26: Do people often mispronounce your name? No. 

27: Would you like to live in another country? I don’t think so.

28: Do you like to watch ghost-hunting shows? No, but my father does. <<< Ha, same.

29: Who was the last person you said you loved to? My mom.

30: What’s something you’d like to be better at? Self-esteem and confidence. <<< Yepppp. And just at life in general, ya know? I suck at that.

31: Have you ever stayed up to talk to someone who was sad? Yes.

32: What was the last thing you cooked? My nightly bowl of ramen a few hours ago.

33: Do you think you would make a good parent? I don’t want to have children. 

34: Do you have trouble sleeping at night? Yeah, I’d say so. For over a year now it’s been especially bad to where it became the norm for me to not go to sleep until like 7 or 8AM and then sleep until after 5PM. For the past couple weeks I haven’t been able to fall asleep until like 10 or 11 and then once I do, I don’t want to get up and end up sleeping until like 6PM. Sighhh.

35: Where is your best friend right now? She’s in the next room, asleep.

36: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? On days I have somewhere to be maybe like 20 minutes. 

37: How late do you usually stay up at night? See question 34.

38: When was the last time you cried and why? Yesterday.

39: Have you ever won a contest? Yeah, I won meet and greet passes to meet Drake Bell at his concert several years ago. I was a big fan of his at the time, so I was pretty excited.

40: Can you draw well? Not at all.

41: Would you ever date someone you met on Tumblr/the internet? I’m gonna say no.

42: What was the last thing you ate? Ramen.

43: Do you think you’re/you’d make a good boyfriend/girlfriend? I don’t think I would be right now.

44: Have you ever had a near-death experience? Yes, twice.

45: What do you think people think of you? I don’t want to know.

46: What is your middle name and do you like it? I don’t want to give that out, but yeah I like it.

47: Are you close with either of your parents? Yes, my mom is my best friend.

48: Do you like yourself? No. :(

49: State five facts about your appearance – Brown eyes, long hair, some freckles, thin, and wear black rimmed glasses.

50: State five facts about your personality – Blah.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[stowaway-macaw]

Biome Curse (Part 3)

Cub looked at the message in the chat, with the long, blurred out name and the lines of enchanting runes. He was put off, and there wasn't much that could do that since he himself was somewhat of a force of chaos. Something made him more worried though.

Cub could have sworn that someone close to him had been saying something about feeling emotions that weren't theirs and other strange presences, but try as he might, Cub couldn't recall who that might have been. No faces, names, or voices came to mind. Deep within himself, he knew something was up and he knew he was forgetting something important, but the fog in his mind simply wouldn't let up. His gaze drifted into the distance and the hot noon sun was glaring down on him. He had grown used to the desert, but the bright crystalline shapes protruding from the ground were breaking the desert scenery. Again, in the back of his mind, something screamed at him that those gigantic crystals were because of someone, but Cub still couldn't place the name. 

Sighing in discomfort, he turned away from the magical structure and lent his attention back to the chatroom. The messages have died down and Xisuma had said that he was looking into the strange message. Cub shoved the communicator back in his pocket and grabbed some rockets. He took a step forward, ready to take a trip to the jungle to look for some more melons to trade. But before he could, something in the back of his mind told him no. He wasn't sure what, but something in his gut told him that something was seriously wrong with that place. Cub wondered if it had something to do with what the person he couldn't recall had said. 

Huffing, Cub decided against the trip and flew off to the cowmmercial district instead.

Mumbo, meanwhile, was hardly as calm. He had had a growing sense of anxiety ever since… since… for the life of him he couldn't remember, but he knew it had to do with the mysterious mansion in the mountains. He always felt the need to stay as close as he could to his base and he had somewhat honored that, but now ever since that strange message had shown up in chat, he felt like he couldn't leave. He felt like leaving would somehow be some kind of ultimate betrayal, but to whom he did not know. Even so, he stayed put. 

Mumbo sat on one of the giant structures in his base and looked out at the mansion. As far as he knew, it had mysteriously started construction one day, but nobody knew who was building it or who it belonged to. As Mumbo thought this, something stirred in the pit of his stomach and his face scrunched up. He felt like he should know. He somehow felt that out of every hermit, he would have known who had constructed such a structure. But he didn't. And he felt horrible about it without knowing why. He felt just as horrible every time his gaze wandered to the mountainous horizon. And so he looked away.

Scar and Grian were the only two who knew what was going on, and it was obvious from the way the other hermits were talking. It was like the two never existed. While the situation was definitely concerning, hermits were resilient by nature. The two had already started walking the perimeter of the village to see just how far the barrier stretched. It was like that that they found out that while Scar was bound by the barrier, Grian was not. That being said, Grian was physically incapable of doing anything, including leaving the barrier, without Scar telling him directly to do it. 

"I guess that's what they meant by you being my familiar, huh?" Scar said, half jokingly. Grian was less than amused. It went against everything he had worked for, so literally not having any freedom was not something he enjoyed at all. All he responded with was a huff.

"Hey now, we've got to be optimistic! It's important you know!" Scar was obviously trying to keep them both calm, and Grian would have responded sarcastically and made some defiant joke, but since what Scar said was technically a command, Grian could feel a smile creep up on his face. Before Scar could comment, Grian reached for the mask hanging off his neck and pulled it over his face and hair. The mask itself was designed to resemble what was probably the most colorful bird either of them had ever seen and made Grian look even more strange. The mask covered his whole face so Scar couldn't see his grin under the mask, just his mischievous, defiant, violet eyes. It also allowed Grian to physically touch things, and Scar had connected the dots by realizing that so long as nobody could see his face, Grian wouldn't be in his strange "spirit form".

"I'll feel however I want thanks." Grian said, his smile apparent in his voice. Scar sighed with what was thankfully a genuine chuckle and Grian's eyes now smiled for real at the wizard.

"Oh come on…" Scar's voice cut out, like he couldn't say what he wanted said.

"Argh! Seriously! Why can't we say each other's names!? I know what your name is, so why can't I say it!?" The two were definitely frustrated. Neither could say the other's name despite knowing it. However, it was low on the list of problems they had to solve. It was merely inconvenient, but still infuriating.

The pair joked around as they finished marking the border, both attempting to cheer the other up. When they reached the snail, a border had been drawn that marked the barrier which was mere meters from the edge of Scar's village. The pair turned to each other and Grian started with a new topic.

"Alright. We've got to find a way to communicate with the other hermits. You can't use your communicator and mine is straight up gone somehow. I can't do anything without you telling me to do it, which is bad, considering you can't exactly go all the places that I can. What do we do?" Scar thought for a moment and Grian did the same after his small recap. Scar was still trying to get his emotions under wraps and it made it hard to think, so he started to think out loud.

"So, we need you to talk with the hermits, but in a way that doesn't require any actions that are too complicated. Something that I could quickly tell you to do now that wouldn't cause any misunderstandings. The worst thing that could happen is that the hermits start seeing us as threats." Grian nodded along and asked Scar something he hadn't yet considered.

"The voice called you the wizard right? And since it made me some weird magic bird thing, maybe it gave you more powerful magic?" Grian sounded unsure, but the two were grasping at straws.

"Umm, maybe? How would we even test that?" Grian shrugged. Scar hummed and eyed Grian.

"Wait hold on, I'm not gonna be your test dummy am I?" Grian tried to back up, despite knowing he couldn't leave earshot without permission.

"Tell me… " Scar began.

"Tell me if either of us have any abilities that the jungle gave us." It was like a spell, Scar's words, because as soon as he had uttered them, Grian felt the voice again and its words could be heard through his whole being.

See. The jungle had helped the bird. The bird needs to know that the jungle owns it. The wizard knows that the jungle owns it. The jungle has given the wizard crystals. The jungle has given the bird a different form. The jungle has gifted the bird with what it wanted most. The bird owes the jungle. The bird must stay with the wizard. The bird must stay with the jungle. The wizard can do the same. The wizard is like the jungle. The wizard will gift those with what they want most. The wizard and the jungle will be one.

 And then the voice was silent. Grian hadn't realized he was wheezing and Scar could see the panic in Grian's uniquely colored eyes, which were the only things visible under the mask.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please, just deep breaths. Deep breaths." Scar was doing his best to console the gasping familiar.

"Y-you…" Grian started, slowly catching his breath. Scar relaxed slightly at his voice.

"You can… grant wishes… " Scar's eyes widened.

"What?" Grian repeated what the voice had said to the best of his memory.

"But… what did the jungle give you then?" Scar asked Grian. Grian wasn't quite sure, but felt he knew what the jungle gave him. After calling him "the bird" so many times and after the costume change, he could guess. Whether or not the jungle had actually been right in saying it was his heart's desire was something that only Grian knew. He knew it to be wrong, but only because what his hear desired was something he already had. Putting the thoughts aside, Grian clamped his eyes shut and focused on his body and what the jungle had changed.

"Woah!" He could hear Scar's shout as well as the shuffling of his footsteps as he backed up. Grian opened his eyes.

"What changed?" Scar looked him up and down.

"You've… got wings…" Grian turned his neck and sure enough, two honest to goodness wings were resting slack on the jungle floor. 

"I had a feeling that's what it would be… " Grian mumbled. Scar tilted his head.

"You most wanted wings?" He asked, confused.

"No. But the jungle thought I did. I already had what I wanted." Scar relaxed somewhat, slightly relieved that his friend wouldn't have such a shallow heart's desire, especially when they already had elytra.

Suddenly, Scar had an idea.

"Oh! What if we trade wishes in exchange for favors!" Grian looked at Scar with a mix of confusion and concern.

"How would that help us?"

"Neither of us can tell the hermits anything about our identities, so we'll look suspicious no matter what we do. The barrier makes my village impossible to enter or exit unless it's you. If we offer the hermits something they can't refuse and tell them to investigate the jungle for us in return, then we can gain their trust, all you have to do is be a messenger, they get their wishes granted, and we get information on what on earth happened to us!" Grian thought about Scar's proposal, and realized that it was probably their best shot. Who could refuse a chance to have their wish granted?

"I think that just might work… " Scar smiled. 

"Perfect! We'll look into more details tomorrow, but I think it's about time we rested a bit." Grian agreed and the two cursed hermits made their way into the snail, anticipating the next day.

#hermitcraft #grian #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #biome curse #fanfic #mumbo jumbo

[voltagesmutter]

Day 7

So I wanted to do something special for hitting 500 and whats better than expanding to a new fiction right? Right? *Nervously laughs*

Found myself purely smitten with Zen🖤

Three part mini-series I’m working on based around the events of day 7 and 11 with Zen’s route. 

*Does involve chapters, line and plot from the game so please don’t read if you want to see Zen’s route.

[Can we please talk about the options the game gives us to respond to Zen with, like some of them make me think MC is a psycho.]

No smut involved for this chapter.

Day 7

Seeing his white hair spinning with silver as the moonlight rays reflected off it, the red is his eyes glistening as they gazed outwards across the city, purely intoxicated by his soft voice finding yourself clinging to each and every word. 

You’d both felt it, the spark that made your stomach clench and skin set ablaze when you laid eyes upon each other. Raw magnetism between you, hearts stammering as he pulled you close to hug him. A hug he so desperately needed.

Even though it had only been a week, you felt something for Zen. It wasn’t love, it far too soon to be love, but a sense of want and need. You found yourself missing him before you'd even met him. But you found yourself waiting for his replies, his calls, a join in a chatroom. You were like a love-sick puppy. 

It wasn’t just for his handsome looks, you were drawn to his personality out of most. A sense of understanding over his growing dilemmas, a vulnerability within him that you found yourself witnessing at some previous point in your life, a connection. You were drawn to his presence, the passion for his acting and singing was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. He lived and breathed to perform, as if he was born to be a star. 

Whenever something went good in your day you straight to emailing Zen, an email appearing anywhere from seconds to hours later that you waited for with anticipation, smiling as you read his reply. 

The minute you got off the RFA chatroom the day he broke his foot, he rang you. Your heart clenched to hear the weakness in his voice, the disappointment he caused to himself as his mind spiralled in a deep, downward spiral. It was difficult, he was stubborn, refusing to give up his role, determined to be ready for the rehearsal but after hearing how concerned you were for him, the role didn’t seem to matter as much. Instead he was focused on you and how you were worried about him. You’d never even met and yet he could hear the care in your voice, the voice that touched deep in his heart.

Every minute he was free he would ring you, not even caring if he looked needy, he felt no need to feel embarrassed around you. All he wanted to do was hear your voice when he felt anxious. 

[Incoming call - Zen. 19:09pm ]

“I feel so happy just listening to your voice but we can’t see each other”.

“We can eat together, watch movies together, walk together…”.

“I want to meet you and hold your hand super tight”.

Of course the usual interruption from Jaehee on the subject of you two. She really began to grind on you the wrong way, whilst yes she can love and support Zen but denying your request to him? It rang with jealousy. 

The build up over the seven days was almost too much, you wanted to see him as badly as he wanted to see you, both of you feeling you could burst. You’d never (not) met someone before whom you found yourself pining for so much. The suggestion of you being able to go and see him thrilled you with excitement and nerves. 

[Incoming call - Zen. 21:37pm ]

“Man, seriously… all I can think about is meeting you ~".

“I’ll give you a hint, check the chat room”.

His heart almost stopped, the pit in his stomach dropped as he saw arrangements had been made for you to come and see him. Of course he was still slightly sceptical, not thinking you would be a liar obviously but he’d never seen an image of you. The only physical representation that he was purely from your description, long blonde hair, blue eyes, the casual description. Of course Zen threw in a cheeky, ‘What size are they,’ the reference clearly to your breasts, teasing you with playfulness over the phone. Only when you teased him back after with a text of ‘34C’ after your phone call ended, all blood went south, the inner beast awakening. 

Sharing stories, exchanging playful glances across the dinner table. Your left leg crossed over your right, teasingly rubbing against his lower calf of the leg without the cast. His eyes slightly hooded in the diming glow of the light, an intimate setting growing more intense with each passing second. 

“I don’t want you to go,” The bobble of his adams apple as he leaned closer towards you.

“I want to stay…” Being lured in by the sultry gaze of ruby-red.

Two sets of eyes close as you both leaned in, the brushing of his lips almost upon yours until the buzzing vibrations of your phone pull you apart. Jaehee. [Like seriously does she just have a cock-block radar for Zen?]. You didn’t answer and the tender moment you shared was over. 

“The rent is cheap... but what I like best about this house is... I’ll show you,” As he led you out to the balcony, the stars above glistening in the darkness of the sky. It took the air out of your lungs, the breath taking sight before you. The city lay still, the faint glow of streetlights flooded across the horizon as you both walked towards the edge of the rooftop. The view almost as beautiful as the man who stood by your side.

He expressed his deepest of emotions and history to you, engaging in a conversation about his family, a conversation he never thought he would share with anyone. And yet speaking to you filled him with ease, feeling as he knew you for a lifetime with the ability to tell you anything and everything about him. He spoke of his past, the trauma of his parents inflicting their opinions and ways on his life, the struggle he faced after running away. The fear of becoming a failure. You spoke of your childhood, the damaging effects of your parents divorce on you and the struggles you faced growing into a young woman. The lifting weight of vulnerability rising from both of your shoulders, exposing your true-selves to each other in a delicate moment.

Gazing, he sighed with a slight dis-heart, “Should we go down?’. His hand held yours, both of you gripping tightly as if you never wanted to let go. You had the most wonderful of evenings, minus the phone call, you never wanted it to end. He wanted to be a gentleman and take things so slow, regardless of how he felt so pulled towards you. He insisted you go, he couldn’t run the risk of losing self-control the first time he met you because there was something about you… something special.

The ride back felt lonely, empty without Zen, as if you felt part of you had been left behind in his house. 

The glow of your skin where he had brushed against your arm earlier, the trace of fingertips was still warm over yours lit your stomach ablaze. Was it lust? Was it nerves? Was it love?

The RFA chat was alive when you returned to the apartment, Jumin still raging on about not asking Zen about the cat commercial, Yoosung wanting to know all the details. 

Zen: “I felt bad about sending her too late” R: 10:22

Yoosung: “Lololol Guess we could have misunderstood if she stayed any longer!” R:10:22

Zen: “If bella stayed here any longer, I wouldn’t have been able to control” R: 10:23

Zen: “Never mind” R 10:23

Poor Yoosung, innocent thing was clueless.

One message in particular stuck out in your mind, ‘Control the beast within you???’ from Yoosung. Is that why he sent you away? Because he was frightened of his inner beast coming out around you?

Peeling off the black dress you had wore, kicking off your heels and climbing into your tank top and shorts and settling into bed. You was just getting comfortable when your phone buzzed in your hands, Zen. 

“I’m such a baby to call you right after I said good-bye, right?”. You let out a light chuckle in response to his question.

“Man… I wanted to bring you back as soon as you left, it’s barely been an hour,” He took a deep breath. You smiled, just hearing his voice again was enough to make you feel happy. 

“Let's be together longer next time. Promise me, okay?”.

“I promise!”.

“It was so sad to send you away,”.

“I would have stayed all night if I could,” A blush forming at your bold words.

“Ugh- Don’t say something like that to provoke me,” A strain in his voice. 

There was a beast underneath that charming personality and you wanted to unleash it. Hoping, knowing, Zen was it to be unleashed as well. All it would take was some persuasion..

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