#Let me use quotes in tags dang it.
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I just make a quote about Zoé x Cosette and used the confession scene in the canon to do that also there a bonus at the end so read that please. Also I’m using @razrrosamond oc and @artzychic27 ocs so I’m just tagging them
Zoé: But Marinette is not the one I'm in love with.
Cosette: Oh! Who is it then, Zo?
Zoé: *blushing at them while gently grabbing their hand*
Cosette: … *blushing as well* oh! Oh!
Zoé: *takes a deep breath* My feelings for you grew when I came to Paris and they kept growing ever since then. I wanted to tell you for so long but felt scared too since I didn’t know how you'd react.
Cosette: … well I'm surprised you have a crush on me since I also have one on you as well. But I was never going to tell you since you deserve a lot better than me, Zoé. You're an amazing person and you deserve someone who is just as amazing as you.
Zoé: But you're the best thing to ever happen to me! You were willing to give me a chance even after I acted rude to you and I want you as my girlfriend because you mean a lot to me but that is only if you want to be.
Cosette: *smiles softly* I would love to be your girlfriend.
Zoé: … *starts crying and hugs Cosette and then picks them up and spins them around with the happiest smile on her face*
Cosette a bit is taken for a moment: … *laughs while blushing* I love you, big dork.
Zoé: And I love you too, short geek.
Cosette: So how should we tell our friends that we’re dating?
Zoé: Hmmm… I have an idea how to tell them!
Cosette: Hm? What is it, Zo?
Zoé: You just have to wait and experience it yourself, my honey pie. *gently holds Cosette’s face, kiss their cheek* See you tomorrow!
Cosette: … ‘Dang… I find the pet names really adorable and cheesy.’ …Heh, I love that dork.
~The next day~
Jean: Hey guys have you seen Zoé? She was supposed to show me the plans for the end of the year party that is happening soon.
Lacey: I don’t think hav-
Zoé: *kicks the door open while bridal carrying Cosette* GUESS WHO GOT TOGETHER!?!?!
Cosette: *blushing while doing finger guns* Heyyyyy, it's us!
The science kids: …
Marc: FUCKING FINALLY!!!!
Aurore: Congrats, Zoé. At least, one of us disaster lesbians got a girlfriend before the year ended.
Reshma: Yeah, I’m happy for you two!
Ismael: Especially since I don’t need to listen to Cosette’s bisexual disaster self about Zoé, anymore.
Cosette: HEY!! I wasn’t that much of the disaster. *Zoé kisses it’s cheek and it blushes with a smile*
Marc: Aww, reminds me when I’m with Nath when he’s grumpy sometimes.
Simon: *Holding Denise’s hand in a very affectionate way* Glad you two got together already since you two were pinning for each other for a long time.
Denise: Especially while we’re watching the whole thing unfold ourselves.
Mireille: Which leads me to think. Who was the one to confess first?
Zoé: It was me.
Lacey: YES!! I knew it!! Raelynn owes me some money for our bet! New shoes here I come!!
Cosette: Dang Lacey, you didn’t bet on me?
Lacey: Sorry, dude but you're too much of a bisexual disaster to that.
Cosette: .. Yeah, you're right.
Jean: ‘I wonder if I can convince them to have double dates with me and Austin? I probably can.’ Also Zoé, do you have the ideas for the end of the year party? I mean I’m happy for you guys but I do need the plans.
Zoé: *puts Cosette down* Oh I do, don’t worry. I'll show you after class.
Jean: Great!
Ms.Mendeleiev: *walks in* Okay, class, let’s settle down and get started shall we?
The science kids: Yes Ms.Mendeleiev! *they head to their seats*
Ms.Mendeleiev: Also, Zoé please don’t kick my door when you want to make an announcement okay?
Zoé: Oh, yeah, sorry Ms.Mendeleiev.
Ms.Mendeleiev: It's okay, just don’t let it happen again. Now let’s get started with the lesson plan. ‘Im happy for those two. Also I totally won that bet between Jean-Pierre. Heh’
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#miraculous ocs#marc anciel#zoé lee#nathaniel kurtzberg#aurore beaureal#ocs#jean duparc#mireille caquet#ms. mendeleiev#Zoé x Oc#Jean x Oc#MarcNath#at least mention#Jean x Austin#Zoé x Cosette
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Writing patterns
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern! @thebansacredbanned and @junemermaid tagged me!
Feiliu eagerly digs his chopsticks into steaming rice, plates full of bamboo shoots and wood-ear mushroom, steamed egg, wild quail. (wind in the leaves, Nirvana in Fire)
This is a study of the academic practices of the Preservation Alliance, a small collective of planets outside the Corporation Rim. (The Old and the New: A Study of Academia on the Preservation Alliance, The Murderbot Diaries)
谁在乎？/ 我在乎。/ Who would care / I care. (our yesterdays have lighted fools, Love Between Fairy and Devil)
As a gesture of goodwill and a thank you for not flattening our kingdom with your combined powers, the emperor of Shuiyuntian has graciously allowed Xiao Lan Hua and her husband the Moon Supreme to go to Arbiter Hall and collect any items that she may have left before absconding so abruptly. (picture-perfect, Love Between Fairy and Devil)
The metal pot is big and shiny, filled with warming water and placed over a burner in the kitchens of the great airship Castle Wulfenbach. (Castle Wulfenbach: Adventures with Gil and Zoing, Girl Genius)
Ran could pinpoint exactly when it started: Tuesday, lunch period, in the school cafeteria, facing Sonoko and Sera across a homemade bento (hers), a cafeteria sausage roll (Sera’s), and a much more expensive homemade bento (Sonoko’s). (bad luck blues, Detective Conan)
The skies and waters in his Sea of Emotion are calm, waves lapping at the island of soft grass he and the ancient god sit upon. (A Shade of the Deepest Blue, Love Between Fairy and Devil)
“Mou, Shinichi, why did you drag me out here in the middle of the night? It’s cloudy and we can’t even see anything.” (your eyes at night, Detective Conan) *
* actually this was co-written and I can’t remember which one of us actually wrote it. I think it was me, though.
“Was it all a lie?” (a bullet but not of silver, Detective Conan)
They find Shinichi’s body in an alley behind Tropical Land. (Follow you into the dark, Detective Conan)
See if there's a pattern...hmm. It looks like I mostly like throwing the reader directly a moving scene, whether it's through description of action or dialogue (1, 5, 7, 8, 9). The rest is exposition of a situation (4, 6, 10), a canon quote (3), or some consequence of a nonstandard format (2). I think this mix has been fairly stable throughout my fic-writing career. (Which is five years old now! Dang.)
I tag @sassybluee and @nemainofthewater.
I wonder how many of my fics total open with canon quotes and how many are in epistolary format. Let's see...
Canon quotes: deepest blue*, our yesterdays, wings of ash, two hugs, connect with friends -- 5/35
Epistolary: old and new, wings of ash**, tide, liang-wudi, shuffle romance -- 6/35
* "deepest blue" gets put on the list because it opens with a canon scene, even if the first line isn't strictly dialogue
** "wings of ash" is half-epistolary and half-narration.
So, about a sixth of my total fics for each, and I used to do more of both than I do now. Checks out.
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At death's door? Nah, I'm delivering these b*tches inside their house myself
this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks now 🧍it was 90% done, I just kept forgetting to proofread it 💀💀
anyway !! this is sort of a lore drop fic for Noah. In the time between the RDA's return to Pandora and the recoms coming into the fray, the RDA has actually been fighting against the natives (without recom forces), and this period lasted for about a year. I think it fits Noah's character for them to be joining in on Sully's raids, given that they did train under Fauti (@99-kroi 's OC) and underwent rituals for becoming a warrior.
Adding to that, I think that, if the RDA were sending foot troops into the forests—trying to maybe burn them down to build on the land—Noah would've been ambushing those troops, but inflicting only near-fatal wounds, hoping that it would deter them.
But Noah was never known to be a patient person. Eventually, they'd have enough of the RDA not taking their ambushes seriously despite how close to death they leave these soldiers. They'd let the RDA know what exactly they're dealing with.
CHARACTERS !! Noah (©️ me), Fauti & Khro'a (©️ Kroi)
IMPORTANT !! TW tags: depictions of v!olence and k!lling (read at your own risk)
[warning again, this fic is mostly violent. I'm not responsible if you're greatly disturbed or triggered. You've been warned.]
Note: italicized quotes are the characters speaking in Na'vi
In stark contrast to the buzzing and chittering of the forest was the heavy clunking of metal as a group of a dozen soldiers, all mounted on Skel-suits, hacked away at the foliage. Round after round, their bullets would tear through any beast that tried to jump at them. The soldiers would cheer every time they put down a big one.
The captain, a burly army veteran, grinned as he picked up the dead viperwolf by its tendrils. He brandished it like a trophy.
"Coulda killed this one even without this dang suit, dontcha think, boys," he mocked. "This planet ain't got nothing on me, on any of us!"
The soldiers howled and whistled as the captain haphazardly threw the limp creature to the side. He turned around, shifted his AR in his hands, and barked, "Alright, men, let's keep mov—"
The self-glorifying captain suddenly fell to the ground, right next to his own kill. A single arrow pierced right through his temple.
A second one whistled through the air before lodging itself in the neck of the lieutenant.
The soldiers heard an alien noise, like an animal call, echo from up on the thick treetops. They marched to formation, having no time to mourn as yet another soldier dropped to the ground. The arrow came from a different direction.
The next in command barked, "Natives! Kill on sight!"
Another call. Northeast. Everyone shifted towards it. Then arrows flew right into the back of the heads of two more men.
The soldiers then shot blindly at the trees, their bullets flying through nothing but leaves and bark. Their attackers signaled again, then three men went down.
Four to go.
"Keep shooting! We'll hit one eventually!"
And hit one they did. A loud, pained hiss told the soldiers so, but it came at the cost of two more of their own. The survivors stood with their backs to each other. They rained another round of bullets at the trees. By the end of it, another arrow came flying back at them.
And then there was one.
He stood still in the middle of all his fallen comrades. A part of him told him to just wait for his own death to come when he heard the attackers call again. He wasn't versed in the language to realize it had been different from the others.
The soldier howled as an arrow pierced through his shoulder. Seconds later, he fell to his knees. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. How his whole body could then feel both painful and numb at the same time would've driven him crazy if not for the fact that his head was already pounding crazily, like someone was banging a drum right next to his ear. He barely heard the sound of something landing next to his twitching body with a thud, but as they turned him over onto his back, the soldier came face to face to his attacker. They put a foot on his chest, kicking air out of his lungs, and spoke, unexpectedly, in English.
"I know you can hear me, so better listen the fuck up, mga putangina kayo. You stupid fucking assholes just couldn't back off no matter what the fuck I do," they hissed, "I've let your soldiers go back out of mercy. I thought that would keep you the fuck away, but no!" They drove their foot harder down onto the soldier's chest. "So, no more playing nice. As long as you keep sending troops out here, not a single fucking one of your soldiers will be coming back, starting with this unit."
With his entire body paralyzed, the soldier had no choice but to stare up in horror at the blade hovering inches over his chest.
But more terrifying was the face of the one that held the bladed staff. It was the last thing he ever saw.
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Noah glared at the lifeless soldier—rather, the camera on his suit—one last time before pulling their staff from the dead man's chest. Their hands shook as they did—from anger, rather than the struggle.
Then they turned around as Fauti and Khro'a jumped off from their branches. Noah's face immediately softened with concern when they saw the bullet wounds on Khro'a's arm. They rushed towards him, worried.
"Hey, hey—I'm fine! Don't worry," he reassured, "Just a nick on the arm. The people back at camp can fix me right up."
"Then you stay right there. Do not move an inch."
"But, my arrows—"
"I will get them."
Fauti cut off both of them. "I already have them."
He approached the two, all 12 arrows in his hands. The serrated tips were coated in blood with some bits of flesh still stuck to them.
"Why didn't you kill that last one right away," Fauti asked.
"I wanted to send the RDA a message."
Khro'a then asked, "Wouldn't that make you a target? They'd know who's been ambushing all their forest troops."
"Let those bastards know," Noah scoffed, the huff of breath fueled with rage, "I don't give a shit if they hunt me down. I'd like to see them fucking try."
Furrowed brows slacked as Noah caught sight of the slain viperwolf. They approached the creature solemnly and knelt before it, grimacing at the evidence of a round of bullets it had suffered from.
Fauti and Khro'a gathered behind Noah in the same solemn silence.
Noah touched the viperwolf's head gently. "Those men toyed with you, as they did with many of your kind. May your spirits run free with the Great Mother."
Then they rose and turned to the men behind them. Fauti stepped forward and put a consoling hand on their shoulder.
"Let go of your anger for now, Noah," he said, "We must head back to the village."
Before leaving, the three looted the soldiers of their weapons and ammo. Everything that wasn't permanently attached to the Skel-suits, they were taking it all back to High Camp. They called for their pa'li right after. Then they rode to a cliffside where they could safely call for and mount their ikran.
While the three were in the air, Noah spoke out of the blue. They were sheepish, to say the least. What was the right way to thank your friends for helping you kill a bunch of enemy soldiers anyway? But they pushed themselves to say what felt right.
"Thanks for coming with me. You didn't have to."
"Eh, what are friends for," Khro'a shrugged, "And, I can't believe you didn't tell me about this!"
"And me," Fauti joined in, "Going after the enemy on your own is dangerous. I thought I taught you better."
"You did, and I'm sorry. I just thought—"
"Especially for someone your size."
Noah sputtered and their eyes widened at Fauti. He was smirking quite a bit, seemingly proud of himself. Khro'a, flying next to the older Na'vi, was holding back a laugh, failing in the most obvious manner.
Teeth clicked with frustration. "This is all your fucking fault, Khro'a," Noah glared at the man, ears flat with embarrassment, "He's never pointed it out before!"
"Hey, I'm not the one who made the joke! Why are you mad at me?"
Noah clicked their tongue. "Oh, don't act dumb! Who else would he have learned that from?!"
"Huh, Khro'a, you were right," Fauti chimed in, chuckling, "Their reaction is very funny."
#avatar fanfiction#avatar the way of water#avatar james cameron#oc fic#avatar 2#noah#khro'a#fauti#lore drop
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Fic Writer Interview
I was tagged by the lovely and most excellent @hils79! I know I haven't been fic-writing lately but i promise that I'm like a horse in a pen. chomping at the bit. let me gET IT. anyway.
name/nicknames: Brigid
fandoms: Very a lot of DMBJ, though I also have some Tientsin Mystic and I reallllllyyy want to write My Country: The New Age fic (it's just a matter of when)
two shots?: sort of? I like the ones I've read but you know me I'm a pattern of threes girlie so it's either one or three+ for me
most popular multi-chapter fic: DON'T YOU KNOW IT SWIFTLY TILTING PLANET BABEEEEEEYYY
actual worst part of writing: tagging honestly. but that's just for ao3. real worst part is when people ask what I'm writing and I have to be like "oh y'know. stuff." and then run
how you choose your titles: either they whack me over the head or i find a quote I really like or i use lyrics from whatever song i listened to on repeat while writing the dang thing
do you outline?: yesssss for most of them! if it's a short one-shot then maybe not but it helps me write faster if I plot it beforehand
ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?: ugggghhhhh i honestly don't know? there's a potential second sequel to i wish that you would love me I've been mulling about for a while that's about xiaoge and love languages
callouts @ me: HI PLEASE WRITE MORE. UPDATE UR WIP. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS. EVERYONE ELSE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS. AGH.
best writing traits: this fluctuates depending on the piece but at the moment I'm very into my plot-making skills lol
spicy tangential opinion: you don't have to write every day to be a good writer! I mean practice obviously but like. we're not wangxian. everyday does not have to mean everyday.
Tagging @highpriestessofjogan, @pangzi, @queen-pathetic, @scaredysap, and @phantomhydeoftheopera, as well as anyone else who would like to jump in and tell us about your fics!!!
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We don’t live in a world that’s fair, we live in this one. And I’m doing everything I can to make it a better place. [template]
#:;dragon age#ellana lavellan#sophie you tagged me to do this legit for-fuckin-ever ago but i suck#but i finally!! did the dang thing#because i felt bad for only making elide content and missed my rogue wife#don't @ me for the matt murdock quote just let me live it suits her so well#we did it boys we finally chose an age for this lady#okay she's technically younger at the time of the conclave but just used her post-trespasser age#technically she uses daggers but?? she used to hunt with a bow and hosts those contests so it felt fitting to use along with it#graphic#graphic: ellana
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“Put me down”
“I’m not putting you down”
“Put me down”
“You’re enjoying it I know you are”
(hookay, listen. I took this into a whooooole other direction than the original probably intended, but dang if the idea wasn't so cute I had to do it)
"Down."
"No."
"Dowwwwwn!"
Mac whines in Jake's arms, twisting and turning while he struggles to hold him. It's a sound Amy knows all too well - both from their toddler in his threenager woes, and from his dad when he's just as frustrated.
She's not going to tell him that, though.
So she only grins as Mac continues to wave his arms around, the low-pitched whine turning into an outright little wail, just this short of protest-crying.
"Wan' downnnn!"
"No, I'm not putting you down."
"Whyyy~" Mac wails again, and if that isn't one of his favourite new words to drive them insane with.
"Because we're in a big, new place with lots of people around. Because the last two times you ran off and got lost, and I don't want to lose you here again." Jake explains, and Amy's grin turns into a much softer smile. He's been talking to Mac as if they were equal conversation partners ever since Mac was doing nothing more but blowing spit bubbles and giggling at his dad, but now their little boy is actually old enough to understand at least some of it.
And old enough to protest, it seems.
"Down, pleeeeease~"
Jake sighs before shooting the still smiling Amy a glaring look.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you."
"It's just nice seeing you be an adult." She swipes a few stray hairs from his temple while Mac fruitlessly punches against Jake's shoulder, pressing his face into it after. "And a dad."
He's been so good at that - at actual parenting, even when his childishness still takes over sometimes, letting Mac go with much more than she'd allow, but it's worth it to see both of her boys' excited smiling faces sometimes. And she can't deny how much it makes her heart jump, watching the two of them run around the apartment in a light saber battle that has almost cost them three vases, but then seeing Jake jump in and grab Mac's paper roll saber before he can actually hurt someone with it.
"Daddeeeh." Mac wails again, and Jake sighs. "Dowwwn."
He pushes his face into Jake's shoulder again with another whine. With any luck, he'll fall asleep soon enough, worn out from an exciting day at the market festival they've been at for far too long for all of them now. Maya is already peacefully asleep in her big baby stroller that Mac has grown out of - they'd brought his new buggy, too, only to discover the fabric ripped and one metal bar bent when Jake had finally wrangled it out of the boot of the car.
Hence, the carrying. And wailing.
"I miss the times when he was just happy hanging around in his baby carrier." Jake mumbles while Mac's whine turns into a low, continuous hum.
"You'll have Maya in there soon enough." Amy soothes, and smiles at Jake's excited glowing face staring into the stroller, where their new little bundle is snoring. "And Mac will be a big boy then and walk with us at a proper pace and all."
"Well, that's a nice pipe dream." Jake says with a side-swept look at her while Mac has obviously heard the word 'walk' and is leaning up again, his arms outstretched and leaning back so far Jake has to grab his back with his other arm to keep him from toppling over.
"Wanna waaaalk!"
"Okay, but are you gonna walk, with us, or are you gonna run off again as soon as I put you down?" Jake asks with such a stern look on his face, it makes Amy giggle.
Even in these frustrating little moments, she can't help but admire how much Jake has grown. As she watches him trying to debate with their little bundle of chaos, she always thinks back to the worries he's voiced when she was pregnant - that he wouldn't be a good dad, because being a proper dad was such a big responsibility he'd never really known, and how he didn't feel up to it at all, considering he was still half a kid himself.
And now here he was, a whining toddler on his hip, the firmest grip on his little struggling legs while trying to reason with him like a seasoned pro. He's grown into exactly the kind of playful, loving dad she always dreamed of - the kind of dad she knew he would be from the moment he whispered about a positive pregnancy test being 'kinda cool'.
Mac still seems to be contemplating his dad's point of walking vs. running, a pouty lip and creased eyebrows on his face while his tiny, caramel apple sticky fingers fumble with Jake's shirt collar. But then that trademark Peralta-smile spreads across his face as he throws his arms up again and leans back to shout.
"RUN!"
Amy laughs as Jake grabs his back again.
"Well, at least he's still being honest with us."
"Alright. Tag, you're it." is Jake's only reply, and suddenly Mac's in her arms instead of his, while he grabs the handlebar of Maya's stroller instead.
"Hey, no fair!" She complains even while pulling Mac up on her hip in almost a reflex move.
"All's fair in love and war." Jake quotes, and she's suitably impressed. "And having kids is definitely both."
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Edit: 24th March - Following an unexpected hospital trip, I’m still feeling pretty poorly and spending far more time in bed resting than usual. With that being the case, I’ll mostly be on mobile only access for the next week or so. Go ahead and block my mobile tag if you need to. ❤️
March Activity Update (Pinned)
It’s time once again for the monthly activity update! These posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. This update only includes activity for February. Anything else can be found over on my thread tracker (here). I believe I’m up to date as of queueing this on the 1st. However, tumblr keeps removing notes from some of my posts which in turn prevents them showing up on threadtracker, so please do let me know if I’ve missed anything!
The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut Bolded text = links.
If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, I have opens, a wishlist tag, or you can hit up the memes. Alternatively you can just message me to say “WHAT UP, NERD” if you’d like to chat.
Now onto the update!
Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:
Confusing compliments - @ofspaceandmyths (queued)
Jonathan meets the Hyde!Ty - @harkcr (queued)
Tyler is concerned about Proteus and his caffeine intake. 😂 - @nightiingaled (queued)
“You aren’t supposed to be here.” - @razorfst
Tarot reading with Jewel - @drkroots
Being a little shit at the bar - @blutschatten
Buzzfeed Unsolved starter meme - @diicktective
Ty is here to interfere! - @demcnsinmymind
Car trouble - @demcnsinmymind
Acrobatics? 😂 - @indyflanery
Tarot starter for Maggie - @medicatedmedium
Finding Mel drunk. - @nightiingaled
Meeting Teine - @timelxrd-victorious
“Get out of there, he’s a priest” - @derschwarzeengel
Killi + Ty = adorableness - @nightiingaled
Tarot starter for Drevyn - @drkroots
Tyler fangirls Tiger and her car. - @exigencism
Tyler is embarrassed on behalf of dead dudes. 😂 - @tobeblamed
KilliTy are reunited and I cry. 😭 - @nightiingaled
Fast food talk with Joshua - @drkroots
“Can I draw you?” - @etcor
Carla and Ty being ridiculous children. ☠️ - @normallyxstrange
Tyler goes from 👁👄👁 to 😡 with Dylan - @normallyxstrange
Creepiness with Fish - @the-immortals-assistant
Headcanons, memes, and assorted silliness:
Tyler and filled pauses.
That awkward moment when Tyler is the one who kills you.
*kicks down door*
Incorrect quotes reblog, because omg.
Incorrect quotes reblog part 2
Further evidence that Tyler is a cat.
What would happen if Tyler still tried to use her powers?
Incorrect quotes - Ty and Than
“WAIT A GOSH DANG MINUTE. 😡”
Smash or pass - Fish
Smash or pass - Damon
Smash or pass - Klaus
Drabble - Tyler gets her room.
Ty has issues with vampires.
Reaper cushions! (Bonus response here. 😂)
“On Thursdays we flirt with demons” and other dash commentaries. 👀
OOC Housekeeping:
Thank you all for being patient with me and the consistent brain fog. ❤️ I’m getting back to doctors appointments this month at long last, so finger crossed for that!
I’m reapplying for PIP, so block the tag “disability talk” if you don’t want to see my inevitable ooc rants about it. 😅
I have a wire for Ty which I haven’t really used, so I should fix that! Same username as here, feel free to message the little shit.
I’ll message people I haven’t heard from for a while over the next few days, as I’m once again attempting to update and tidy the thread tracker.
I believe that’s everything! Let me know if I’ve missed a message, reply, etc. Stay safe, lovely people.
— Em
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I am trying to read more theology and I would love to know what texts have been most important to you? I am not a super academic person so things that are modestly accessible would be great, but also I am trying to push myself to read more challenging texts! ty so much!
Oooh what a fun question -- I’ve offered people book recs before, but never one that’s specifically the texts that have been most important to me.
To start, i recommend my #books tag on my other blog for way more books than the ones I’ll list here -- not every post in that tag is relevant to your question here, but some are. Here’s a list of the posts that are relevant to your request -- you’ll see that on most of them, I note how accessible vs academic or dense a text seemed to me.
a list of recs for theology that’s helpful in this 2020 climate of pandemic and protest.
a list of recs for books about being queer and Christian
And now for a list of theological texts that have been most important to me -- deeply impacting how I read the Bible, how I relate to God or to other humans or to creation, etc.:
The basics
I have to include Christian Doctrine by Shirley Guthrie on this list...
simply because it was the first book I read when trying to figure out what Reformed Protestants believe after growing up Catholic. It’s actually a fairly easy read -- it’s longish, and not like the most riveting book you’ve ever read, but dang it has great stuff in it. It made me way more excited to enter the PC(USA) denomination than I’d been before reading it -- before, I felt like i was mainly running from the crappy parts of the Roman Catholic Church; after reading it, i realized i could also be running to the beautiful parts of Reformed theology!
But yeah, if you’re looking for a book that helps solidify in your mind concepts like the Trinity, or sin, or divine inspiration....this is a great book for that! (Assuming you want to learn about those things from a(n LGBT affirming) Reformed Protestant lens.
If you wanna read tons of excerpts from this text before deciding whether you want to read the whole thing, I posted a lot of passages from it in this tag over here.
Inspired by Rachel Held Evans
this is the best book I can think of for non-academics who want to learn about reading the Bible in a way that confronts rather than ignores/accepts its more disturbing passages.
If you need help figuring out how to read the Bible without a fundamentalist / literalist lens, this is the book for you.
Holy Envy: Finding God in the Faith of Others by Barbara Brown Taylor
Very important if you want to practice a Christianity that doesn’t pit you against people of other (or no) faiths -- and very easy to read
Books that helped me develop a liberationist + queer + disabled theology
Justin Tanis’ book Transgendered was super important to me when i was first getting into trans theology...
However, the language in it isn’t particularly accessible -- it’s not horribly dense but I would now recommend OtherWise Christian by Chris Paige instead. Paige quotes from Tanis -- and many other foundational trans theologians! -- and does a great job of making their scholarly language a lot more accessible to non-academics. Ach yeah, OtherWise Christian is what you wanna read to get deep into the academia of trans theology without having to wade through the denser older books yourself.
If you do want to read some of Tanis’ book, you can read my fave chapters as pdfs here.
I’d also recommend Austen Hartke’s Transgender and Christian YouTube channel and my website blessedarethebinarybreakers.com for more trans theology presented in simpler language!
Disability: The Inclusive Church Resource by John M. Hull
Nancy Eiseland’s The Disabled God is also, like, foundational to a lot of disability theology but it’s not the easiest read. The last two chapters are the best part in my opinion.
For more great resources on disability theology, including some of my own writing (which is, I hope, easy to read), see this Google Doc i compiled once and also my disability theology tag.
Jesus and the Disinherited by Howard Thurman.
It’s a bit more academic / written more formally than some of the books on here cuz it’s older, but it’s also short and if you can get through even just the first two or three chapters you’ll have absorbed material that i promise you’ll be thinking about for a long, long time to come.
God of the Oppressed by James Cone
So foundational. Another classic by him is The Cross and the Lynching Tree. These books are both more academic but yeah, foundational stuff.
The only full text I’ve read by Gustavo Gutiérrez is On Job but I’ve read a lot of excerpts from other stuff by him...
You’ve gotta read at least a little bit of this guy to help you understand liberation theology as it originated in Latin America. Unfortunately, I do think he’s much more academic so not an “easy” read at all -- you could try to find other authors who sum up his ideas and works and offer fundamental excerpts in his own words, if you try to dig into something he’s written and find it too tough
But yeah, his book On Job in particular really helped me start figuring out “theodicy” -- the question of why there is suffering in the world / what God’s role in suffering is. But I had a lot of trouble figuring out what Gutiérrez was saying at a lot of points in the book, and I’ve been reading academic texts for like a decade now!! So if you try to read it and find it’s just too much, don’t feel bad. I only was able to get a real handle on this book after discussing it in a seminary classroom with a teacher helping us.
If you wander through my #theodicy tag, you’ll find my own understandings of suffering as shaped by On Job without having to read the book yourself! You also might like Everything Happens by Kate Bowler for a great look on suffering.
Native: Identity, Belonging, and Rediscovering God by Kaitlin B. Curtice (progressive Christian + citizen of the Potawatomi nation)
This book is truly incredible in that its language invites you in and reads like a devotional while making powerful statements about settler colonialism and assimilation and stuff. So so so good.
When it comes to books that have deeply enriched, like, my “personal” prayer life / relationship with God:
Learning to Walk in the Dark and An Altar in the World by Barbara Brown Taylor (Episcopal background)
This author’s books are all so easy to read, and so so so full of wisdom. If you want your theology served to you in a less “so this is theology” kind of way and more of a devotional kind of way, this is the author for you.
Also she’s super popular among non-academics and academics alike so it’s easy to find people to discuss her work with!
An Altar in the World is about finding God outside of church, in the everyday, in the “secular”...
Learning to Walk in the Dark is about forming a faith that can survive and actually nourish you during the struggles of life (as opposed to what she calls a “full solar Christianity”)
A Tree Full of Angels by Sister Macrina Wiederkehr (Catholic nun)
this one is a little bit more formal in style, but not bad if you read it like i did, which was as a devotional where i’d only read a section or two each evening. It focuses on finding the divine in the most mundane of things -- see here for some posts sharing short excerpts from it.
Wow this got long....sorry about that! And if you were hoping for more shorter works, like articles instead of whole books, let me know and I can dig through my seminary stuff and share my faves!
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Cartoon Series Pitch:
Think Magic School Bus, but it’s just a normal bus, and the driver does not give a crap about the science happening out the window.
It’s not that he has no idea what’s going on; he’s actually really smart and totally knows what part of the human body they’ve just detoured through. But the reason he doesn’t care is because he’s not getting paid to teach middle aged men, retail workers, and the occasional scientist from the lab downtown. I imagine this character being a lawful-neutral type; he gets paid to take you from point A to point B, and he prides himself on his ability to do so. He can get annoyed at passengers at times, and most always seems irritable, but he is ALWAYS on time, so people tolerate him. Also, he has no control over when the bus does any of this, so he treats it as either an inconvenience, or just doesn’t mention it. He also won’t hesitate to screw with entitled people, or people trying to use him in any way (some passenger tries to show their friend the bus’ properties, and the driver treats them both to a completely normal trip, brushing off any questions from the passenger by intentionally misinterpreting any “weird stuff” they refer to as a certain area of the city.)
As the series would progress, we would see some characters become regular patrons of the bus for different reasons, allowing their backstory and character traits to develop further. Perhaps a scientist is trying to prove to his colleague that he isn’t crazy, that the bus ride through someone’s cellphone actually happened. Maybe a student tags along on the off chance that something will help them on their upcoming test (there’s no way I’m gonna forget THIS).
Some quotes that I came up with to flesh out the character:
“Look man: I don’t know, I don’t care, and if you ask me again I will defenestrate you. So sit down, shut up, and let me drive the dang bus!” (Response to someone asking “what the hell is that?!” For the tenth time)
“You want to speak to my supervisor? Get in line, lady. And tell me if you find him, because I’ve been meaning to ask him about this ‘minimum wage’ thing I’ve been hearing about.” (Telling off a Karen)
“Oooh, look at me, I have a degree. My goodness! Please stop talking.” (Some science nerd was explaining everything they came across)
I think it would be hard for the show to actually be educational, but it sure as heck would be funny.
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yes hi hello I saw ur classpecting hermits post and I have many thoughts,
1. voidrot mumbo is So Good like genuinely i feel people dont touch on the troll lore hiveswap gave us all that much so to see it has me frothing at the mouth
2. rainbow drinker Cleo is just so cool, Cleo gets to glow, as a treat OH AND with purpleblood joe they could have an agreement where joe from a moral stand point doesnt like killing but like feferi hes okay with doing it out of necessity and to help a friend (which in turn helps him but he doesnt like to think about it)
3. okay I'm going to seem like im just saying this bc yellow is impulses thing but goldblood impulse would honestly make more sense? mostly because he is a redstoner before builder and hes not the best at pvp (applicable bc indigobloods are known for strength over most other things) also as a nod to s8 his colors could be purple and yellow
3b. actually tbh the longer I think about it the more okay I am with him being an indigoblood actually but I still wanna throw my 2 cents out there
4. scar should be an oliveblood purely because certain bloods tend to have certain lusii and his lusii should be a big jellie also because I think it fits trickster personality :]
5. TEALBLOOD CUB Bro. tealblood cub thats so smart and Perfect I literally cannot explain how much i love that cub has Strong tagora vibes so it just Fits
okay anywyas sorry for just. dropping a shit ton of words on u I was hyperfixated on homestuck for like at least 4 years then hermitcraft for the last 2 so my brain just went crazy
Oh dang uhh
First of all thanks for sending me an ask since I don't usually have those XD I'll put a somewhat organized list of my thoughts and such
I added voidrot Mumbo not because I was going through Hiveswap lore but because I was going through Subgrubs and Snazzards since someone in the tags of my post told me about that, and as soon as I read that description I was like "oh Mumbo definitely sounds like someone who'd say 'I'm dying constantly all the time' not even as a troll just in general"
I added rainbow drinker Cleo because 1) rainbow drinkers are described as like vampires and vampires are undead, and so are zombies so yeah. 2) because yeah Cleo deserves to glow and drink blood as a treat. Idk too much about what you said about Joe so I'm just gonna nod and smile
Now with Impulse I'd have to agree a bit about how he'd be gold since that's sort of his color as well as being sort of tech-based, but 1) I tried using the gold color given when I was trying to draw characters and oh my gosh why is it like that I want to use it as sparingly as possible I need help in a good shade, 2) I wanted to reference the original fanart in my post and Impulse was an indigoblood there. Obviously there are better reasons but I'm not too far deep into Homestuck to know what they are
Olivebloods are stated to be more comfortable with things they are familiar with and are alarmed by new ideas. We never see this in Scar, he actively embraces changes to keep things fresh each season. And indigobloods are actually stated to be sporadic and change often, careless, and surprise friends often which are all things we see in Scar a LOT. And also they said that, and I quote, "being around a well-adjusted indigoblood is always a good time" which I mean like. Cmon. I can't say no to that. Although I will say the whole lusus thing might've swayed me a little but shhhhhhh we can make our own canon and I didn't have time to think of lusus and also they had a trend to just die a lot and I don't want that for Jellie soooo
I literally just based off tealblood Cub after the original fanart I have no idea what tealblood's deal is, so if anyone has an idea as to why tealblood Cub is good please let me know
Anyways, for putting up with my rambling, have a wip for something I'm doing for 413 :D
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🦇 The Funhouse 🦇
Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Fluff, Romance
Rating: M
Warnings: kidnapping, smut (consensual, mind you), sub!JK for a hot minute but then turns into a dominating beast, bondage, Kook’s a pantie sniffer, gambling (they make a bet XD)
Pairing: vampire!jungkook x reader
Notes: AU fic. Not idol!jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking.
Additional Notes: This came about because I just can’t let go of long haired Jungkook. I can’t!!
Tagging: @grxnadxs @catsandstrawberries @jkeuphoriadreamland @jjungkookislife
Summary: The carnival was in town and you couldn’t wait to hit the streets full of greasy fair food and the classic rides you grew up on. Accept there’s a new attraction this year. A funhouse. You wonder just how fun it is.
MASTERLIST
The carnival. Something you looked forward to every year for as long as you can remember. Even now when you were in your early 20s, the carnival never lost it’s shine. Although you of course outgrew a lot of the kiddie rides and had upgraded to more of the grander ones that were meant to appeal to adults rather than children. The classic Pharaoh’s Fury swinging boat ride was still your favorite to this very day.
However, as you walked along the streets munching on a corn dog in one hand and sipping on your large soda in the other, you couldn’t help but notice something that ended up catching your full attention. Not wanting to make a better roadblock, you quickly scurried off the street path and onto the sidewalk instead; heading for the direction of what appeared to be some kind of new attraction this year.
“The Golden Funhouse, folks! Like nothing you’ve ever seen before! Come on in! Buy a ticket and embark on the adventure of a lifetime!”
Standing there, you expected to see at least some kind of line to get in. Hell, you weren’t sure if anyone else was even listening to the guy as he shouted loud enough for the whole street to hear. Looking back behind you, it was kind of eerie, really. Not a soul was paying attention. It was almost like you were the only one who could hear the man or see the attraction.
“You! Miss! Come, come! I see you standing there eyeing my funhouse. Don’t be shy, now.”
Great. Just great. It wasn’t like you actually wanted to go inside the attraction. You were just simply curious, is all. Mostly curious as to why no one else was giving this place a first glance, let alone a second glance. But perhaps this attraction was something that you had been the last to discover and everyone else already knew about it? Yeah. That was always a possibility. So nothing strange or out of the ordinary here.
Sometimes you were a bit too paranoid for your own good.
“Come on, sweetie! Nothing to be afraid of. It’s called a funhouse for a reason! In fact---Your ticket is on me! Here---”
You stood there in amazement as the gentleman offered you a few bills to pay for your ticket into the attraction. Dang. Well this was unexpected. It wasn’t every day that you were getting a literal free ride. Deciding that it couldn’t hurt and you weren’t about to turn down something free, you shrugged and gave a bashful smile before finishing off your corn dog so you could throw the stick away in the nearby trash can; freeing up a hand to take the bills from him.
“Thanks, sir. I promise that if I enjoy the house, I’ll give you your money back.”
“Sir? Pffft. Please---- Call me Jin. And nonsense, my dear. No refund necessary. Just walk in and have a good time!”
Flashing a friendly smile to the guy you now knew as Jin, you nodded and took the bills from him before taking one last sip of your drink and tossing it in the trash. For it only being a carnival attraction, you felt awfully tense and anxious. Maybe it was because you had never actually walked through a funhouse before. They had simply never sparked your fancy. You were more of a roller coaster kind of girl.
Walking in, it only made your anxiety worsen.
“He calls this a funhouse?”
It.....well......you weren’t exactly sure what it looked like. But a funhouse was the last thing on your list. That’s for sure. Trying to keep your hands steady, you looked on ahead to see a booth of sorts with a-----good lord.
Perhaps you should just turn around and give Jin his money back. Say thanks but no thanks. Turning on your heel, you quickly went for the knob on the door only to discover that it wouldn’t budge. Panic started to flood your system, making you feel a dreading kind of high and lightheaded; your heart now pounding in your ears.
“It’s of no use, little human. You might as well come forward and claim your golden ticket.”
This wasn’t a funhouse.
This was a frickin’ haunted house.
The voice was deep and calm. Not threatening despite how you were feeling at the moment. You felt trapped. Trapped like a rat. Breathing heavily, you spun around back to the voice and got a better look at the booth. It indeed was a ticket booth but the ‘employee’ inside looked anything but a normal human. Well.....maybe he was. The voice was male but he was wearing a cloak and a creepy looking mask. If you hadn’t been so scared out of your whits, you’d have thought he looked kind of cool, really.
“Come. Adventure awaits you, child.”
“I don’t think a haunted house is the kind of adventure I wish to go on, dude. Now let me out of here. You can’t force me to do anything.”
“The only exit to this building is located on the other end. In order to get out, you must walk through the funhouse in it’s entirety.”
This sounded way too shady to you. But on the other hand.....it wasn’t like he was keeping you trapped here. He was telling you the way out. But.....things just weren’t adding up here. This all felt way too.....ominous??? Heaving a sigh and feeling a bit more calmer now that you knew there was at least one way out, you simply caved and stepped forward to give the creep your money. Weirdo.
“Your ticket, madame.”
“Thanks. So which one of these paths over here do I take? Does it matter?”
“It matters not, madame. Each path will eventually meet at the exit. I can assure you, no which entry is more thrilling than the others. They are all different but equal. Trust your gut instincts.”
“My gut instincts are telling me to get the hell out of here.”
The mystery creep simply chuckled and with that disturbing sound and imagery burned into your brain, you turned your attention to the paths that lay before you. Ugh. You were naturally indecisive with just about anything you did in life. Heck, it was hard for you to pick out the best looking veggies in the produce aisle at the supermarket.
“Whatever. I’ll just take the middle one. Screw this.”
With a huff and a puff of annoyance, you practically stomped your way into the darkened hallway. Couldn’t they have lit the place a little better? Geeze. You could hardly see your hand in front of your face. What was so fun about this??? Grumbling and trying to ignore the gut wrenching anxiety that was threatening to make you blow chunks, you finally found yourself in an area with a little more lighting. Finally. You could see.
They say be careful what you wish for.
“Good gravy. Another hallway?”
Just then, the floor and the walls started to rumble around you. Not really knowing what to do, you ended up wobbling and stumbling to the right side of the hallway and used the wall for support. The rumbling softened only for you to hear a loud crack behind you. It sounded as if the wood was giving way.
That’s because it was.
“Holy sshh----”
The floor was falling. Like----Falling falling. Like collapsing. Right from under your feet. Your fight or flight mode kicking in, you made the wise decision to fly as you started running down the hallway as fast as your legs could carry you. A scream that fell silent on your own ears filled the narrow space as the only thing on your mind was escaping a horrible, inky black death. Up ahead-----a door!!
Practically flinging yourself through the entryway, you not-so-gracefully collapsed onto the floor as you gasped and choked for air. Running wasn’t exactly something you were prepared to do when walking into a not-so-fun funhouse. Catching your breath, you subconsciously licked your dry lips and mumbled out loud,
“When I get out of here, I’m suing that Jin guy.”
Standing up and brushing yourself off, you notice you’re in what appeared to be some type of living room. But all the furniture was covered with sheets as if to keep them protected from dust. Speaking of, it was definitely everywhere. Fanning some of it from your face, you let out a small cough before walking further into the room.
Everything was covered save for a lonely glass lantern that held what appeared to be a single purple rose. Curiosity getting the best of you and figuring you might as well get your money’s worth, you approached the lantern that was perched on an elegantly vintage accent table and carefully opened it up.
All you wanted was a smell. Roses always smelled so good in your opinion. With just as much care, you eased the delicate flower out of it’s glassy prison and lifted it to your nose. But then.....things went horribly wrong. Again.
Everything happened at once. One minute you were smelling the rose, and the next your fingertip was pricked by one of the thorns. With a soft gasp, you kept the flower in your hand but managed to move the stem so that you could investigate the damage. It only hurt because it surprised you and you weren’t expecting it. Pouting, you put the rose back in it’s casing and went to go suck the blood off your fingertip till your blood would clot and the wound would close.
But you never got the chance.
Like getting hit with a freight truck, you suddenly became dizzy as the room in front of you started to spin and twirl this way and that way. Stumbling, it didn’t take you long to hit the floor as you tried to get yourself oriented again. God wow! What was going on?! Groaning when the spinning didn’t seem to stop, you tried closing your eyes but that only made you nauseated. Opening your eyes once more, you nearly screamed when you saw something moving from the other end of the room.
“Ease, my precious flower. You are safe.”
The dizziness had passed but severe grogginess took it’s place. Your head as well as your whole body felt like a three ton weight as you tried to look up at the approaching figure. It was a man. Another man. Weren’t there any women in this place??? With a slurred groan and letting your head lull against the hardwood floor, you managed to say,
“Need help........Help me.....”
“Sshhh. Ease, little one. Just close your eyes and take a nap. All is well.”
The voice sounded so soothing and you were absolutely exhausted. A nap did sound really good right now. But.....didn’t you have something important you needed to do? Your head was just so foggy that it was hard to think straight. Didn’t you have something.....like......Ugh. Screw it. Whatever. The voice was right. A nap was exactly what you needed and so you allowed yourself to fully succumb to the blissful darkness of sleep.
When you finally started coming around, the first thing you realized was that it was way too bright. Way too bright. Even from behind your closed eyelids, you could tell the sun had long been up and was trying to blind you through the window in your bedroom. Speaking of.......this bed felt way too soft to be yours.....
Eyes snapping open and completely ignoring the sun trying to burn through your retinas, you quickly scanned the room only to confirm you were indeed not in your own bedroom. Just like that, the events prior to your passing out were all rushing back to you in one massive headache. Groaning in pain, you instinctively placed a hand to your head while you tried to ignore all the vivid images and the thumping of your poor skull against the pillow.
“You are awake, little one.”
‘Dear god. No more surprises. Please. No more surprises.’
“Please, open your eyes, beautiful girl. You need to take this medicine. It will help with your headache.”
Against your better judgement, you cracked your eyes open only to see a very handsome looking young man crouched down next to the side of your bed. Well......perhaps it was his bed? You watched him sporting a million dollar smile as he carefully placed two pills and a bottle of water on the bedside table before making himself comfortable and plopping his bum down on the floor.
He looked otherworldly, really. Yet all he was sporting was an over sized t-shirt and some sweats. Some of his hair had been pulled back into a small ponytail so that you could see his face in it’s entirety. Perhaps it was his face that made him appear so......ethereal? Yeah. It had to be. Because otherwise, he just looked like any other normal young man.
“You’ve been out for quite awhile, I was beginning to worry, little one.”
Why did he keep calling you that? And why was he talking so......funny? Different? You couldn’t quite place your finger on it but it was almost like he was speaking in a fashion as old as time itself. His tone didn’t match his young appearance at all. With your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you simply laid there watching him like a hawk. He must have been able to sense your hostility because he gently raised his hands up in surrender and spoke just as softly,
“I mean you no harm, dear. It was I who brought you to this place. You are in my home. I found you laying unconscious in an alleyway just on the outskirts of the town I live in.”
You knew that was a load of bull. Despite your pounding headache, you remember quite clearly the events that transpired right before you passed out. Giving him your best glare silently telling him that you were not impressed at all with his story telling skills, you spoke up with a scoff,
“Liar. I was in that funhouse same as you. Now you better be giving me some real answers before I have you arrested for drugging and kidnapping.”
However, all that threat got you was a soft but dark chuckle along with a gentle shake of the head. The male looked anything but threatened as he flashed you a small but warm smile of endearment. Were you some kind of joke to him??? Was he seriously going to act like this when he had basically just----Ugh! There was so much wrong with this picture!!
“Relax, my flower. You are safe here. I do apologize for the way we had to meet, but it’s critical that I keep you here for the time being. Just until I get some answers.”
That was NOT what you wanted to hear.
“Excuse me??? You get some answers??? What about me!?!? Don’t I deserve some frickin’ answers too!?!”
Honestly, he liked you better when you were sleeping peacefully and all he could hear was the soothing sounds of your breathing and your heart beating. But this screeching of yours was something he could do without. His poor sensitive ears just couldn’t take it. Wincing and resisting the urge to cover his ears, the male instead tried to soothe you by replying a bit hesitantly,
“Yes yes, of course you do. Please, ask away and I shall answer to the best of my ability.”
You couldn’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously at him when he suddenly became so complaisant. There had to be a catch, right? Or maybe he was just saying anything he could to pacify you? Eyeing him with just as much suspicion, you asked in a voice dripping of uncertainty,
“How can I trust anything you say? You’ve already lied to me once.”
“Then what’s the point of seeking answers if you won’t believe a word I speak?”
Well dang. You weren’t expecting that as an answer. He really had you trapped, didn’t he? Here you were, stuck with a creep who talks funny. Not only that, but you’re pretty sure he was the one who drugged you back at the funhouse. You don’t know how and you don’t know why but something told you he wasn’t going to be very forthcoming of such information. Heaving a heavy sigh of defeat, you asked half-heartily,
“Can I at least have your name? Otherwise I’m just going to start addressing you as Jerkface.”
Watching him shake with soft chuckles, you couldn’t help but notice that his smile reminded you of a bunny rabbit. Or maybe it was the way his nose scrunched up in amusement. Heck, his whole face reminded you of a bunny. Come to think of it......this whole thing reminded you a lot of the tale Alice in Wonderland.
“Jungkook. My name is Jeon Jungkook.”
3 WEEKS LATER....
“Do vampires even need to exercise? I thought you guys had super strength or something.”
Yeah....It’s been three weeks since you were kidnapped by Jungkook and a lot had happened in that span of time. To sum it up, your life has been completely turned upside down. Fun fact, vampires exist. You had to admit, you didn’t see that one coming when Jungkook had revealed his red eyes and elongated canines to you after he had confessed his true nature.
In fact, you had laughed in his face and called him crazy; feeling a bit crazy yourself. Vampires weren’t supposed to exist, right? They were merely a tale to tell gullible kids during Halloween. But when the male calmly took out his brown contact lenses and you sat there and watched his pointed teeth grow in length.....that was no magic trick.
Being held captive by a vampire wasn’t all bad, you supposed. It wasn’t like he was starving you or keeping you in a cage. Heck, he left you wanting very little, actually. Aside from wanting to see the outside world. Otherwise, he took care of all your bills, provided you with whatever you wanted to eat and drink, and gave you your own room to decorate and furnish however your heart desired. Online shopping? He had you completely covered. Bought you whatever you wanted with no questions asked no matter the price.
It honestly felt like Jungkook was your sugar daddy, really. And maybe, just maybe, you felt a bit guilty because it seemed like you were taking advantage of him and his money.
Then your mind would jump back and remind you that he was keeping you here against your will and that it served him right for you to spend all his money. It was like a constant tug of war in your mind. Were you really still being kept here against your will? Or were you finding yourself more and more willing to stick around?
“Despite what you may believe, little human, I do not bask in the reality that I am a mutation of my former self.”
Watching you stand there in his personal exercise room blinking in confusion, he couldn’t help but chuckle while standing up from the piece of equipment he had been working at and started to wipe it down as he clarified in words that he knew you’d comprehend a little easier,
“In other words, I don’t enjoy being a vampire.”
Well if he had just said that the first time around. Rolling your eyes before you could help it, you walked further into the room and just like a curious feline, you reached out to experimentally poke at one of pieces of weight lifting equipment. Some of these contraptions looked like they could eat you whole.....Kinda like Jungkook. Speaking of, his words finally dawning on you, you quickly turned to him and asked in genuine shock,
“Wait----You don’t like being a vampire???”
Not being able to hold back a soft snort of amusement, the male set down the cleaning supplies he had just been using to wipe down the piece of equipment before taking a seat on the padded floor itself. Sitting with his legs crossed in an indian style, you decided to follow suit and plopped down across from him so that you could see him in case he tried to pull any funny business.
“No. In fact, I quite despise it. Being a vampire has meant giving up a lot of things that I used to love doing when I was human. Like exercising. And food? I absolutely loved food and even enjoyed cooking in the kitchen. Now? It all tastes like damp cardboard. And something that should taste like disgusting copper now tastes like liquid paradise. Worst about that? I don’t have much of a choice. Granted, there’s different types of blood but.....in the end.....it’s all the same.”
Dang. You weren’t expecting him to be so.....open about it. Was this seriously the first time you’ve had a real conversation with him since he kidnapped you? Come to think of it.....You really hadn’t given him the time of day because you were still ticked at him. However, seeing him sitting here now as he shared some of his history with you, things felt different. He flashed you a warm smile before looking around the room and adding casually,
“Exercising was something I had quickly became addicted to in my younger years as a teenager. In fact, I was supposed to go to college for physical therapy but that never happened. There’s just something really rewarding about treating your body right, you know? Something empowering about being able to pump your body and strengthen it more and more with every passing day you hit those weights.”
He paused long enough to look you in the eye with his majestic red ones and added softly,
“I refuse to let my undead genetics take that happiness away from me.”
Wow......You were pretty sure your mouth was hanging open by the hinges as you stared at him in utter amazement. This had to be the most sincere and, dare you say, vulnerable you’ve ever seen the vampire since being brought here. Had he just seriously opened himself up like a book for you to read? You felt kind of bad now for making such a snarky comment earlier. The guilt must have shown on your face as he smiled a little wider and added,
“Please, do not feel bad. I used to let it bother me but I no longer do. No amount of sulking will change what I am. There’s no magic potion or incantation that can reverse what I’ve become. What’s done is done and I must make the most of it and keep moving forward. Speaking of----”
You watched him while still in a daze as he stood up and dusted off his bum and knees. That seemed to be enough to snap you back to reality and you as well got off the floor only to eye him curiously. You were getting used to his smiles as they often revealed his slightly longer than normal canines. And now that you knew what he was, he didn’t bother to wear his brown contact lenses around you; red eyes on full display.
“What would you like for dinner tonight? I was thinking of cooking something for you since I indeed do miss it. Being in the kitchen and all.”
5 MORE WEEKS LATER....
If anything, you were only growing more and more comfortable with your new way of living. In fact, after getting over your pride, you allowed Jungkook to show you around the exercise room and even let him show you how to use each piece of equipment. Truth be told, getting a gym membership had always been something you wanted to do but could never seem to find the time or the money. Now it was like you had your own personal trainer with your own personal gym and it was all free.
Jungkook wasn’t all bad despite the fact that he had kidnapped you and was holding you captive. Despite being a vampire with his long canines, his red eyes, and his love for blood spiked wines, he wasn’t any less human than yourself. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loved to work in the kitchen. The guy was an amazing cook! Meals that you would have normally paid an arm and a leg for, you got for free because Jungkook made it for you.
The guy worked a normal day job, cooked, did yard work, had hobbies. The only reason he didn’t clean around the house was because you had insisted that you needed something to do while he was gone during the day. Not to mention you felt absolutely terrible now. As in you felt like a Grade A Moocher. It was hard to remember that you were technically being held here against your will when you were living such a high life.
You had just finished up cleaning your personal bathroom and was putting the cleaning caddy away in the storage closet located in the hallway when you heard the front door open. What you weren’t expecting was to hear high pitched squeaking sounds filling the bottom floor of the house along with a very panicked sounding vampire.
“Yah yah. Shush. You’re supposed to be a surprise!”
Curiosity getting the better of you, your feet quickly guided you to the top of the stairs only to see a very flustered looking Jungkook trying to keep a squirming----
“Puppy!! Oh my god!! Look how cute!!”
Yes. In the vampire’s arms was a very excited looking puppy. It’s coat white as snow. Couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old because you could tell it had just opened it’s eyes and it’s paws were still very fleshy and pink-like. Along with that, the ears looked like cute little flaps on the top of it’s head. Not even listening to Jungkook telling you to be careful about going down the stairs so fast, you quickly reached the bottom and nearly ran into him in your haste to get your greedy hands on the cute little fluff ball.
“Oh my gosh!----Gender? Name? Breed? Details, Kook. I need details. Oh my goodness you’re such a cute little thing, aren’t you!?”
The male couldn’t help but smile fondly with amusement sparkling in his ruby red eyes. Honestly, he had been on the fence about doing this. Getting you a pet. However, seeing the look on your face and how you lit up like the brightest star, he knew he had made the right decision. It was no secret to him that you felt lonely and cut off from the world because that’s exactly what he had done to you. He cut you off from having any other human interactions. Despite how good you had it here, he knew this was no way for you to live.
The guilt had ate away at him and he knew he needed to do something to give himself peace of mind. Otherwise, he was just going to sit in that stupid study of his reading through books trying to find answers and only causing himself more grief knowing what he was doing to you. Honestly, that’s why he always went the extra mile to make you happy. Whether it be fixing your favorites for dinner or buying anything you wanted online and throwing in express shipping. It was a constant tug of war in his mind and in his heart.
“It’s a boy and he’s a pure bred Korean Jindo. I felt he would be the best for you because jindos are extremely loyal and smart. They’re Korea’s hunting dog after all. I figured he could keep you company and look after you while I’m away during the day at work.”
Hearing all of this, it clicked in your mind what he was actually saying and you couldn’t help but ignore the puppy trying to lick your face as you gave your full attention to Jungkook; surprise and shock written all over your face. Not even registering the fact that you were being smothered in wet puppy kisses all over your cheek, you asked in genuine surprise,
“You mean.......he’s mine? You mean....you got him for me?”
Jungkook couldn’t decide if your surprise amused him or broke his heart. Your shock was so pure and genuine. There wasn’t a trace of bitterness or sarcasm in your voice either. He could see it in your eyes and hear it in the change of your heart beat. You were touched by his gesture and perhaps that was something comforting rather than something sad. Smiling and nodding, suddenly feeling a bit timid, he replied in a small and shy voice,
“Yes. He’s yours. That’s why I haven’t picked out a name for him yet. You’re his mother now so you should be the one to name him.”
Touched. You were absolutely positively touched by this huge gesture of his. Taking it all in, you realized this was the first thing that Jungkook’s done for you without you having to ask for it. Sure he had made you meals but not before asking what you wanted to eat. But this......Gosh this was on a whole other level. Staring down at the precious little canine as he let out an adorable yawn and a squeak to go along with it, you knew the perfect name for him.
“Hajun. His name is Hajun.”
You looked up from the pup who was making himself comfortable being cradled in your arms and saw the odd look on the vampire’s face. It was a look you had never seen before. He looked....so happy and at peace? Perhaps there was even.....love in his eyes? No---Maybe it was just fondness? Gah you didn’t know. And just like that, it was gone. Clearing his throat, said vampire put on his usual dazzling smile and offered casually,
“Why don’t I start dinner and then while it’s cooking, we can hang in the kitchen and look up some stuff for him, hmm? He’s going to need a lot of stuff. Like a dog bed, food and water bowl, some toys. And if we want to start him out on puppy pads, we’ll need some of those too.”
“Okay! That sounds awesome!”
You had spoken in an excited whisper as you didn’t want to disturb the cute little pup still trying to nap in your arms. Gosh he was so precious and small. Well to you he was. He’d occasionally let out a tiny squeaky whine and you just wanted to coo out loud over how adorable it sounded. Gosh were you getting baby fever or something? Then again......Jungkook had said himself that you were this little guy’s mother. Not even thinking anything of it, you said out loud in a casual tone,
“We’re gonna co-parent, right? I’m his mother but you’re his father, yeah?”
Dear god he nearly dropped the jar of pasta sauce he had been holding. Did you have any idea what you did to him just now??? His heart hadn’t moved within his chest for years but it seemed like you were doing your hardest to make that change. Thank goodness you were still in the foyer and he was in the kitchen so that you couldn’t see what an emotional mess he was. Composing himself, he replied back casually,
“Of course. It would be my honor to be his father. We’ll make the best puppy parents.”
Okay his voice cracked a bit there and went up an octave but hopefully it didn’t seem out of the ordinary to you. Jungkook was a freaking vampire. Nothing was supposed to make him sweat but boy were you pushing it. He really really needed to find some answers or the mystery that was you was going to be what drove him to insanity. If only you knew the things you did to him by merely existing. He was beginning to think those dusty old books in his library weren’t going to tell him squat and that irked him.
And yet it gave him the best excuse to keep you here. Close to him.
While the pasta boiled and the sauce was simmering, you had since plopped yourself into one of the chairs at the dining table that shared an open space with the kitchen itself. So it was like the dining area and kitchen were all one room, really. Which you kind of liked for when you wanted a second helping of Kook’s amazing cooking. Kook the Cook as you had once called him. You’d never forget the way he had cutely scrunched up his nose, acting as if he didn’t totally love it.
After picking out an adorable bed along with a set of water and food bowls that had cute sayings on them, it seemed super easy from there on out to pick out the rest of the items that Hajun would need. Speaking of, the little pupper was currently wobbling all over the table as he was just learning how to walk. The sight was so precious but you also wanted to focus, so Jungkook offered to watch the little guy and make sure he didn’t fall overboard while you picked out what you wanted.
“Okay. I think I got everything I want for him. Gosh he’s going to love his bed!! And the bowls are so cute!! ‘I woof it down’, how adorable!!”
The vampire couldn’t help but snicker in amusement as he had since then been gently bouncing the puppy in his arms while you practically had spasms over every little thing you bought for the fur ball. He wasn’t sure who was more cute, you or Hajun. With a chuckle, he offered the pup to you so that he could take the laptop and put in his billing and shipping information. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see you gently rubbing your nose against Hajun’s as the canine tried to lick your lips in pure innocent joy.
He had definitely made the right decision.
“Okay. Everything’s ordered and will be here in two days. I’m gonna finish dinner but I’ve got another surprise where that’s concerned so shoo shoo. Out of my kitchen. Go give Hajun a tour of the house.”
4 MONTHS AFTER YOUR KIDNAPPING....
“W-What?”
You sat there in shock as you heard the words fall from Jungkook’s mouth. The two of you were in his study. The first time you had ever been allowed in the room. You had just finished lunch and took Hajun for a walk around the estate (yes Jungkook had even let you out of the house!) when the vampire had called you front the sliding back door and requested that you join him for a conversation. You hadn’t thought anything of it......till now.
He looked so sad, too. Although he was trying his best to conceal it. You’ve been around him long enough to know when he’s trying to put on a brave face and right now he was failing miserably. As if it caused him physical pain, he cleared his throat and said once again,
“You are free to go. I am a man of my word and I told you that once I found the answers I was looking for, I would let you go.”
This didn’t feel right. None of this felt right. No......No no no no no no no no. You refused to believe this was happening. There was this uncomfortable feeling in your mouth like you wanted to puke. You felt weak and shaky and apparently it must have been pretty obvious because the vampire himself looked at you with worry more than sadness.
“Please, little human, say something.”
“I----I don’t understand. I----I don’t know how to feel right now. I----We----You---”
Letting out a groan of frustration, you were happy to see that he was giving you your time to get your thoughts together so that you could continue. It just didn’t make any sense. In fact, he had never even told you why he was looking for answers or what answers he thought he was going to find. He had kept you completely out of the loop and now he was just going to let you go? After you had time to......to.......
Get attached.
“What did you find? You’ve not told me anything about these answers you’re looking for that you’ve suddenly found. Don’t I get to know too before you just throw me out? And what about Hajun? He needs both of us. Both his parents.”
There you go again. Warming and breaking his heart all at the same time. He was beginning to think you had some magical abilities of your own. Trying his best not to anger you any further than you already were, he offered an apologetic smile before speaking softly in that soothing voice you had become so accustomed to hearing.
“My sweet little human. My precious flower. I am sorry to have upset you. I figured you’d be happy to finally be free. You can go out and live in the world again just as you had done before. You of course will be taking Hajun with you. I would never keep you two apart.”
Well now you were just ticked to the point of tears. Your eyes burned as the salt water welled up around them. Jaw tightened as you tried to control your breathing through your nose. To say you were upset would be an understatement. Throwing your hands on the arm rests of the chair you were sitting in, you suddenly shouted,
“I don’t want to leave, you idiot! I love you!”
Well dang. It seemed neither one of you expected that to be what came flying out of your mouth. Well.....you had known quite some time ago that you didn’t want to leave. Granted it had taken some time to come to terms with but you eventually did it. However, you hadn’t dared tell the vampire such news because.....well......you didn’t really know why you hadn’t told him.
You had just told him you loved him. Jungkook stared at you for what felt like an eternity when it was really only a couple minutes. It was hard for you to read his face as his expression was fairly blank save for the surprise in his eyes. Despite how mysterious he tried to be, his eyes really were like windows to his soul. Perhaps he had even been that way when he was human.
“You......You love me.....”
“Ye---Yes. I do. Don’t ask me why right now but yes. I love you, Jerkface. And you better tell me you love me back or I’m gonna have Hajunnie chew your balls clean off.”
Of course this caused the male to bust out laughing as his face instantly scrunched up in that adorable way that you had become so used to seeing. His eyes squinted shut and his nose did that cute scrunch and dear god those cute bunny teeth of his. He ended up throwing himself back into his chair as his laughter rang through the room.
Seeing him happy made you happy. And perhaps that’s when you realized you were falling in love with Jungkook the Dorky Vampire. Kook the Cook. Hajun’s father. Perhaps you finally understood why people in love always claimed that their significant other was their everything.
Jungkook was your everything.
Wanting to wipe that smile off his face, you smirked and practically snuck up on him as you suddenly made yourself at home in his lap; straddling him and placing your hands on his shoulders. This immediately quieted him as his head that had been thrown back in laughter was quickly snapping back up to see what you were doing. This was the closest you had ever been to him physically and now that you were, you didn’t realize how vibrant his red eyes really were.
“What do you think you’re doing, flower?”
“Want to know why I picked Hajun for a name?”
He hadn’t expected you to reply to his question with a question of your own. It seemed kind of random to him. The conversation had been about the two of you, not the fluffy little son the both of you shared. However, now curiosity was getting the better of him, so with a nod of his head, you grinned and said casually,
“Ha can mean summer, great, and grand. Since it was summer at the time, I though that would be appropriate. However, Jun means approve and permit. Meaning.....”
He was still trying to figure out where you were going with this little explanation and how it related to the two of you when your mischievous grin turned into a warm smile filled with love and soft eyes to match. If his heart could beat, it would have pounded right out of his chest. Feeling your fingers lightly caressing his cheek, you finally said,
“Meaning I accept this. I accept you. I approve of you and I am officially permitting you to keep me captive permanently.....Because you’ve managed to successfully hold my heart captive for a while now and I don’t want you to set it free.”
Dreaming. This has to be a dream. Jungkook was going to wake up any minute now and discover this was all some wonderful dream that was going to haunt him for the rest of his days. But he sat there in his desk chair blinking and blinking. Nope. You were still there; sitting in his lap and straddling him looking absolutely gorgeous in your over sized t-shirt and sweats. Just like him. You two had become quite the peas in a pod it would seem.
“May I kiss you?”
“Jungkook, I just told you I loved you in two different ways. If you don’t kiss me I’m going to be very insulted and you’ll be sleeping in Hajun’s bed and Hajun will be sleeping with me.”
Speaking of, their precious pupper had grown quite a lot in such a short amount of time. Jindos were meant to grow into pretty decent sized dogs so you had been enjoying your time with him while he was still a small little thing as much as you could. He wasn’t going to be tiny for long, that’s for sure. You guys were going to have to buy him a larger bed before you knew it. It was then that a soft pair of cold lips pressed gently against your own.
Your first kiss with the vampire was magical. Despite the coolness of his lips, they really were soft. Softer than you expected coming from someone who was supposed to be dead. You could tell he was nervous and uncertain so you helped him along and tilted your head a bit so that you could deepen the kiss. Part of you wondered if he had ever kissed a girl before. Or kissed anyone for that matter.
That little push appeared to do the trick because he was growing bolder by bringing you closer in his lap so that your hips were pressed firmly against his own. His confidence seemed to only grow as he used a hand to gently cradle the back of your head so that he could better take control of the situation and you gladly gave him that control. Mewling into his mouth when he suddenly trapped your bottom lip between his teeth, you couldn’t help but grip his shoulders a little tighter.
Then.....something happened. Something that you definitely weren’t expecting after kissing your vampire captor turned crush turned lover. It was like hearing steam rolling from a humidifier or something. Opening your eyes and pulling away, you looked at Jungkook to see him slowly opening his eyes as well. The sight shocked you both speechless and wide eyed.
Indeed, steam was literally seeping out of the vampire’s body. Up and up the steam poured till it eventually started to form a shape just a few paces away from where you both sat at the desk. Suspended in midair was a foggy, smokey looking bat as it gently flapped it’s wispy wings. You watched with a hanging jaw as the bundle of smoke flapped it’s wings one last time before flying out the open window. Open to let the approaching autumn breeze in.
“What the----”
Looking back at the male, you gasped at what you saw. Eyes no longer red stared on at the window in shock and confusion but with a sparkle to them. Skin that was once porcelain now a beautiful shade of tan. Not too dark. Just the right amount. As if he had just gotten a good dose of sun. And the warmth. He was warm. It was as if.......As if......
Jungkook was human again.
Without even thinking to ask for permission first, or to at least say something to the poor man, you quickly lifted up his shirt just enough to place a hand on his chest where his heart should be. Sure enough, you could feel a beat. It was a bit rapid but that was to be expected. This had to be just as much of a shock to him as it was to you. If not more. Letting out a squeal of excitement, you suddenly tore your hand from under his shirt only to take his shoulders and shake them with pure joy.
“Jungkook!! You’re not a vampire anymore!!”
Meanwhile, the poor man had been stuck like a broken record as he tried to process what the heck just happened. So it was true??? What he had been researching for----hoping for-----wishing for----It was real! The whole reason he had called you into his study. He had found the answer he was looking for but he realized that once he found it......
Gently taking your hands off his shoulders so that he could gingerly hold them in his own, he couldn’t get over how perfectly your fingers entwined with his. Your small hands were made for his larger ones. Waiting for you to calm down, he gave you a warm and loving smile. You were practically glowing with happiness and for the first time in quite a long time, he felt his heart fluttering in his chest.
“My precious flower. My beautiful purple rose. I have a confession to make.”
Uh oh.....
“I kind of already knew that if you were to kiss me.....it would break my curse.”
Not giving you time to say anything, he quickly added on in explanation; knowing you’d react a little better once you understood what he meant.
“The answers I’ve been searching for all this time.....it was you. It was always to do with you because you were the one who could set me free. I just simply had to be sure. It is said that a real love’s kiss can reverse the transformation of a vampire. Therefore, the kiss does not work on purebred vampires. But since I was turned.....”
Taking a quick pause for breath that he normally didn’t need to worry about, he went on to explain himself further.
“However, I said I was a man of my word. The deal was that once I found the answers I was looking for, I would let you go. Of course, there was a part of me that wanted to trick you into kissing me. I’ve been desperate to be free of this curse for years. Decades. Centuries. But I realized......”
He gave you a warm and soft smile; eyes full of apology and yet love.
“I couldn’t do it. Because I’ve fallen so hard for you, my flower. And when you love someone, you put them before yourself. You think of them and their happiness before your own. So I knew what I had to do. I had to let you go. Because it was what you wanted. My love for you is stronger than my desire to be free.”
That definitely was not what you were expecting to hear when he said he had a confession to make. You sat there on his lap with your eyes frozen open and your mouth hanging in shock. However, you managed to blink once, twice and finally snapped out of it before saying in a breathless whisper,
“You......You really love me too?”
“Of course. How could I not? You’re strong, courageous, sweet, caring, funny. Seeing you with Hajun when I get home from work makes me want to put a ring on your finger so badly every time I walk in through that bloody front door. I started fantasizing about what it’d be like to take you out on the town or take you on a vacation with me. I want it all with you, my darling. If you’ll still have me....”
Was that even a question at this point??? Rather than responding with words, you responded with action. You were done talking for a bit. All you wanted now was some time to finally be able to openly and freely love on this man. The irony of it all still baffled you but that was something to be dealt with later. Right now, you just simply wanted him. All. Of. Him.
That was how Jungkook suddenly found his head being yanked up by the roots of his hair and his mouth suddenly being smothered by your own in a heated kiss. You really knew how to take his breath away, huh? Despite his slight delayed reaction, the man’s brain finally kick-started and his hands found purchase on your hips once more. Guess you were gonna have him after all. Good to know. You broke the kiss long enough to mumble,
“Take me to bed, Jungkook. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Just like that, the male grabbed a firm hold of you and lifted the both of you out of the desk chair. Blindly kicking it somewhere behind him so that he wouldn’t risk tripping, he got a better grip on you and started to carry you out of his study. He knew just where to take you. Meanwhile, you were going to town on his poor neck. Biting, sucking, and licking; turning his neck into a map of the galaxy itself. It was going to take a lot of makeup to look decent for work tomorrow. Deep down, he didn’t mind it one bit.
Swinging the door to his bedroom open, the young man wasted no time in playfully tossing you onto his king sized bed. Yes. His bed. And lord did you look perfect there laying on it all sprawled out with your hair fanning every which direction. Dare he say, your lips looked a bit red and swollen. Probably from assaulting his neck just a minute ago. Looking like a predator as he crawled up after you, he sounded more like a child as he said with a whine,
“Pleeeeaaassssse can I put a ring on your finger??? Pretty please? What is it you humans used to say? ‘With a cherry on top’. That’s it, right?”
You couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter as you stared up at the practical man-child hovering above you. His muscular frame didn’t match his baby boy pout and puppy eyes at all. Reaching up and playfully tapping at his nose, you said soothingly but perhaps a little teasingly,
“Kookie, we only just discovered that we love each other all of two minutes ago. Wouldn’t it be too soon? Shouldn’t we see if this whole couple thing will work out first? And for the record, you’re a human now too.”
Hmm. Even after all this time, you were still the tough cookie to crumble it would seem. Well......Jungkook would just have to fix that, wouldn’t he? Suddenly smirking, the male was quick and sly as he suddenly trapped that finger of yours between his teeth. The suddenness of the whole thing caused a soft gasp to leave your lips. What you witnessed next made your core clench around nothing.
His sharp onyx orbs never leaving your own, he slowly began to suck on the digit that he had successfully captured between his teeth. Gone was the whiny man-child and in it’s place hovered a man hungry for something. Hungry for you. The predator was back and that left you stuck being the prey. Couldn’t say you minded, though. It was then that a sudden idea popped into your head and it was your turn to smirk.
“Okay, big boy. Let’s make a wager. You give me a mind blowing orgasm and I’ll marry you. How about that?”
“Deal.”
With the challenge accepted, Jungkook knew exactly how he wanted this to play out and if everything went according to plan, you’d be Mrs. Jeon before the night was over and it wasn’t even dinner time yet. He always did believe that life was too short and that one should enjoy dessert first....
Climbing off of you, he nearly skipped like a happy child as he went towards his walk-in closet. Swinging one of the doors open, he closely inspected his collection of suit ties and grabbed a silky violet one and a midnight black one. This was going to be so freaking fun for him! It had been too long since he was sexually active and now that he found what he believed to be the woman of his dreams, this moment had been long overdue for him. He could only hope you would enjoy it to. After all, that was the whole point of this bet.
Although you both knew that despite the playful nature you were both exuding on the surface, this moment held a lot more meaning underneath. Behind every teasing look or gesture, there was love. Sure this would be sexy as hell, but this was also about love making. He wanted to show you just how much he truly had fallen for you and that he was serious as a heart attack when he said he wanted to wife you up. With both ties in hand, he slowly made his way back to you while speaking in a tone of explanation,
“The human body holds five basic senses. Touch, sound, sight, taste, and smell. You, on the other hand, will only have three by the time I’m done with you. So....I need to ask.....”
Dear god your body was already heating up with excitement and your core ached something awful. You could feel it physically throbbing and couldn’t stop your thighs from clamping and rubbing together. He couldn’t just spat stuff out like that and then leave you hanging. With a shaky nod of your head, his eyes and smile softened a bit as he asked with sincerity and seriousness,
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course. With my everything.”
It wasn’t even a question for you, really. Granted, a few months ago you would have told him ‘hell no’. But things were different now. Despite his illegal methods, Jungkook was a wonderful man. A man that any woman would be crazy to turn down. Kind of made you rethink your initial refusal to marry him. However, you were torn out of your thoughts when the young male smiled in relief and spoke softly,
“Good. Because you can. You can always trust me. I promise you that.”
With another nod of your approval, the male flashes you a charming smile before getting to work on his plan that would ensure him victory. Climbing onto the bed once more, he was perched on his knees while setting the violet tie down next to you and lifting the black one up in front of himself. That smile turning into a smirk, he began explaining in a casual yet suggestive tone,
“It’s been proven that when one of the five senses gets cut off, that brain power used to control that sense gets put to use on the other remaining senses. So.....If I were to just do something like this.....”
And that was when you suddenly found yourself shrouded in darkness. You heard him softly and sweetly ask you to turn your head so that he could tie the blindfold and dear god you were in so much trouble. Perhaps you should have either been more specific with your bet or not placed the bet at all. This wasn’t gonna end well for you.....Well......depending on how one wanted to look at it. Swallowing hard, you asked in sudden curiosity,
“Now what?”
“Next, I’m going to tie your hands above your head to the headboard. But don’t worry, my love. None of the restraints are going to leave a mark unless you fight them enough.”
Wow, he was right. No longer having your eyesight made all your other senses increase. Especially your sense of hearing because you were having to rely on that more than anything else at the moment. In fact, you hadn’t realized how hard you were breathing till you heard it with your own ears. Before you knew it, Jungkook had successfully taken the remaining silk tie and had your hands secured above your head. Just like he wanted.
Laying there, you played through in your head the five senses again. He said you’d be left with only three by the time he was done. He had cut off your sense of sight so that left you with touch, smell, sound, and taste. You had been so lost in thought and calculating that you hadn’t heard the male get up from the bed till he was climbing back on once more. And even then you only knew this because you could feel the bed dip and heard him approaching.
“This is where you need to trust me, okay? In my hands are ear plugs. If the idea makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell me now. Okay, my flower?”
“I can take it. I can handle it. Please just touch me already. I can’t wait much longer.”
It’s true. You were literally squirming under him as he had you straddled between his legs. This was so freaking hot and sexy! Never before have you thought of implementing bondage in the form of losing your hearing. Sure the blindfold was a classic but hearing!? Genius! Or maybe your sex life had just been that bland and vanilla??? Either way. You were officially throwing in the towel. Bet or no bet, you wanted this. You needed this.
His dark chuckles soon became muffled as you felt him carefully inserting the ear plugs one at a time. Oh god. Oh god. You could feel your breathing increase and you’re pretty sure your panties were absolutely soaked. Even just feeling him shift on the bed had you gasping in surprise; amazed at how much your sense of touch had increased from losing both your sight and your hearing.
The five human senses really were incredible, huh?
Now that he had you all sorted and ready to go, the sight was unbelievably delicious. Oh yes. His first real ‘meal’ after being human again. He couldn’t imagine it any other way. Dessert really should always be eaten first. Subconsciously licking his lips that had suddenly became quite dry, he moved into action while still admiring your beautiful form.
Your poor chest was heaving as you adjusted to the changes in your senses. It was plain to see you had never done something quite as adventurous before. Good. This would only help his chances of winning the bet. Of course it was just a bet but......Jungkook was competitive by nature and so it was only natural for him to want to win. But having you here and having you say you loved him......He had already won the best prize of all.
Not wanting to shock you too much, he gently rested his hands on your hips and slowly rubbed at the skin there in what he hoped to be soothing motions. He would have told you to try and relax but he knew you wouldn’t hear him. Or at least you wouldn’t hear him well enough to know what he was saying. Instead, he tried to ease you up by massaging your hips, already feeling you relax a little bit. Good. Now maybe he could enjoy this without worrying if you were going to pass out from lack of oxygen to your brain.
First off, he had to get you out of some of these clothes. They were all in his way and that was just unacceptable. With a soft huff through his nose, he began by lifting your shirt so that it was bunched up just over the swell of your breasts. Had he still been a vampire, he probably could have just ripped the thing right down the middle but those days were over. Thank goodness. Reaching underneath you, he worked on unclasping your bra and was thankful to see you acting on instinct and arching your back for him to make things easier.
Shoving the offensive contraption out of his way, he eagerly leaned forward to capture your left bud in his mouth. You should have expected it. You really should have. But judging from the way your body was instantly arching and the audible gasp that left your lips told him otherwise. Or perhaps you were finally realizing just how strong your sense of touch had become. Yes. He had you. Hook, line, and sinker.
While his mouth busied himself with your left breast, his one hand made itself acquainted with your right breast, tweaking and teasing your sensitive nub. Meanwhile, he was using his other hand to help keep himself balanced so that he wouldn’t crush you under his weight. The guy was pure muscle, after all. Your moans quickly filled the room and that was when another idea struck him. Gosh you made his mind think such filthy things, didn’t you? This was all your fault. He was certain of it.
Not quite finished enjoying the swell of your bosom, he allowed himself a few more minutes of suckling and nibbling at your nipples. He wanted them nice and red and perky. Gosh where was his cell phone when he needed it??? A camera. He needed pictures. Meanwhile, he could feel you squirming under his lips and whining loudly in his ear. Then again, you probably didn’t even know how loud you were being with those ear plugs in.
Having his fill of your beasts and pleased with how much it affected you, he moved on to the next phase of his plan and where his latest idea had sprouted from. Carefully moving down your body, he was relieved to see you calming down already. So sensitive. He loved it. Now down towards the end of the bed, he began working on getting your sweatpants off along with your panties. Yet again, you knew to help him by lifting your hips and in a flash, your bottom half was completely naked.
Tossing your sweatpants somewhere to the side, his main focus was on your panties that he held in front of him. God you smelled amazing. Not being able to resist the temptation of it all, he eagerly pressed the dampen cloth to his nose and inhaled deeply. Dessert would be oh-so sweet. Yes it would. Without another second wasted, the male crawled back up your body with panties in hand before he carefully eased your mouth open.
Bloody hell what was this man up to??? Your mind reeled with possibilities as you laid there with absolutely no eyesight and no way of hearing anything. Every time you thought you could catch your breath, he’d find some way to snatch it right from your lungs. You’d had your nipples played with before but what he just did there was on a whole other level. His mouth was magical. You were convinced. But then he was going and prying your own mouth open. Jungkook. Always full of surprises.
The next thing you knew, something soft and damp was being stuffed into your mouth. What the----were those your panties!!?!? Oh good lord!! You didn’t know if you wanted to be completely mortified, absolutely furious, or totally turned on right now. Apparently Jungkook wasn’t going to give you time to decide because not a minute later, he was back down at your feet and it was like a shock wave had been sent straight through your body. From the tips of your toes, all the way to the crown of your head and everywhere in between.
Jungkook’s tongue.
Jeon Frickin’ Jungkook was going to eat you out.
You were so done for.
Muffled moans and loud slurping soon filled the bedroom as you instantly tried to struggle against your bounds above your head. Again, this wasn’t your first rodeo but, Jungkook was making it seem that way. Gosh what were you? A virgin??? No. You knew exactly what it was. You were too gosh darn sensitive. That’s what it was. It was like having your vibrator set to the highest right off the bat. You couldn’t control your body as you tried to squirm away. Too sensitive. Too sensitive! Yet it felt so so good.
Meanwhile, the male was having a feast all the while trying to keep you still. Your hips had bucked almost violently into his face and that’s when he knew he needed to hold you down with some force to it. Keeping your hips locked down in place, he threw your legs over his shoulders and got into a better and more comfortable position so he could enjoy his meal a little better. God you tasted like heaven. The most sinful kind.
Attaching his lips to your swollen, aching clit, he risked taking a hand off your hip so that he could ease a single digit into your fluttering core. The muffled moan that came from you could have meant two things. You either liked it or it brought some discomfort. Making sure he coated his finger with your natural juices, he tried once more and......there it was. Much better. Those were the moans he wanted to hear you make.
If this was how things were gonna go down, you weren’t going to last very long at all. Nope. Your walls were already trying to suck his single finger in with everything you had. Subconsciously, you tugged and pulled at the silk tie still wrapped around your wrists. Was it just you or did it feel like they were getting tighter? Eh. Your senses were so effed up and turned around now, you didn’t even know. Why were you even thinking about that in the first place. Your soon-to-be husband was giving you the treat of a lifetime here.
In between sucking on your clit, he teasingly drew circles and figure eights over the poor abused bundle of nerves. But he didn’t want to stop there. No. Oh no. He needed to stretch you out before moving forward with his plan. With that thought in mind, he carefully entered another finger into your sopping core and heard you let out another moan. He could feel your hips twitching and trying to buck against his hold but he remained firm in his resolution.
Adding a third finger had you feeling deliciously full and made your walls clench around all three digits as Jungkook worked you to heaven and back. Unlike your own, his fingers were able to reach spots deep inside you that you could only dream of. More specifically your sweet spot. Although your sight had been cut off due to the blindfold, that didn’t stop the stars from bursting behind your eyes and the moan from drowning in your throat. He was ruthless.
Fingers moving faster and lips sucking your clit raw, Jungkook’s face was almost completely covered in your juices as he had his way with you. Almost there. He could feel it in the way that your walls were trying to squeeze off the circulation to his fingertips. He wouldn’t be a bit surprised if you squirted. Seriously. You were soaking him and the bed both. He couldn’t help but internally grin at the mental image of your mortified face.
Just before you could tip over the edge, everything stopped. Fingers were gone as was his mouth. You were about to raise holy hell when suddenly your panties that were soaked in not only your juices, but your saliva as well had been pulled out from your mouth. Good. Because despite your slightly aching jaw, you weren’t going to let this slide. Still blind as a bat and not giving a flying leap if you could hear or not, you started shouting,
“Jeon Jungkook!! You better get back down there before I----”
“Yah! Relax!”
He then quickly but carefully took out the ear plugs and untied the silk tie from your eyes. Thanking the stars that it had started to turn a bit cloudy out, you eased your eyes open only to stare up at a smiling Jungkook. Ugh. Look at that stupid smile on his face. All pleased with himself. Jerkface.
“Give up yet?”
“Absolutely not! You didn’t even let me finish, you jerk! You frickin’ edged me!!”
Laughing with a half fist raised to cover his nose and mouth, his whole body shook with amusement as you just laid there fuming. Even more so, he was so freaking heavy that he had you locked in place underneath him so you couldn’t even try to knee him in the balls or anything. Jerk. Pride and dignity out the window, you whined loudly and tried to wiggle underneath him.
“Koooook. Come oooonnnnnn. Make me cum! Please?! I was so close!”
“Say you’ll marry me first.”
“Ugh! Fine! I’ll marry you! Now gimme that mind blowing orgasm you promised me before I make you sleep outside!”
You should have known you wouldn’t win that bet. You should probably be thinking more smarter about this whole thing. Marriage was a big deal. But so was being kidnapped and held hostage for four months and look where that got you. Maybe things would be okay. The two of you could make it work. You never know till you try, right? What’s life without a little reckless decision making and taking some huge risks?
Speaking of huge.......
“Oh my god, Kook! It’s not going to fit! Stop stop!”
“Will you just relax for one minute???”
Letting out a soft whine of defiance, you watched with eyes filled to the brim in nervousness as the male had tugged both his sweatpants and boxer briefs down in one go. He was huge! There was no way he was going to fit. No way! Whimpering, you instinctively tried to move away from him but strong yet careful hands kept you in place. With a soft shush, Jungkook’s voice washed over you in a soothing tone.
“Hey. Hey. Flower. Ease. Ease. You said you trust me, right?”
Not realizing you had shut your eyes, you slowly opened them back up to stare into the soft yet sparkling orbs of your lover. The warm smile on his face instantly calmed your frazzled nerves. You couldn’t help it. You were sensitive. Your body had just about reached it’s high and then it all came to a stop. You were still adjusting to having all five of your senses back and it was just really hard to fathom how his length was going to fit. You hadn’t had sex in forever.
“Ye-Yes. I trust you. I really do. I’m just scared. It’s been awhile.”
“And there’s nothing wrong with being scared. But you can trust me. Okay? I’ll go slow. We’ll take this in baby steps.”
With your nod of approval and official consent to proceed, Jungkook carefully untied your wrists so that he could take both of your hands in his and gently kiss at the slight red marks the silky fabric had left in it’s wake. With that same warm smile of reassurance and love on his face, he instructed in a soft and soothing voice,
“Now, I want you to plant your hands wherever you need to, okay? Try not to worry. I got you. You’re safe with me. I promise.”
Okay. Maybe it was a good thing he was trying to wife you up because you’d be absolutely stupid not to marry this guy. Nodding once more, you decided to simply wrap your arms around him with your dull nails already trying to dig into his back as if to brace yourself. When he felt you were comfortable and one hundred percent ready, he slowly eased himself till the tip of his cock was gently prodding your entrance. He had already been at half mast for awhile but there was something about seeing your smaller figure laying there underneath him that had him up to full height in no time.
“Ease, my love. You’re fine. Everything’s alright.”
Swallowing and nodding, you shut your eyes tight as you felt Jungkook slicking up his length with your natural lubrication. Even that alone had you shivering and letting out a feeble moan. This was it. Here we go. Biting your bottom lip hard enough to risk breaking skin and eyes still shut tight, you felt him ease himself further till the head of his cock was gently pushing against your opening. Granted he had managed to stretch you out a bit with his fingers earlier but you were just so wound up and tense. He needed to distract you.
With a plan in mind, the male leaned down and gently started to nibble at your neck; searching for that spot that would help send you to the moon with euphoria and in turn make the perfect distraction for you. An open mouthed kiss here and a gentle suck there. Nudging his nose along the skin of your neck, he reached up and gently tugged on your earlobe before whispering softly,
“Relax, my flower. Just trust me.”
Leaning back down to your neck, he could feel your muscles relaxing a little. Taking this chance while he had it, he used this moment to ease his hips further and sure enough, the tip of his cock breached your entrance. There. The scary part was over as far as he was concerned. But wow! You were so warm and so tight. Okay. Okay. He had to focus. Think of you before himself. Those were his words and he was a man of his word. Vampire or not.
Okay. Okay. You could do this. He was in. He was in and your koochie hadn’t split in two yet. Wow he was so big! Seriously! Had you seriously went so long without having sex that you were suddenly a virgin all over again? Or was he just that big??? You didn’t know but suddenly you felt his teeth bite your neck and a wave of pleasure coursed through you causing your walls to clench around him; making you both moan in union.
Dear god he shouldn’t have done that. Why? Because the way your walls just clenched around him like a boa constrictor had him seeing stars and made his hips twitch just the slightest. Okay. Let’s not do that again just yet. No more biting. Not till he was fully sheathed in you and he could have his way with you. Taking a deep breath himself, he stared down at you and waited for your next nod of approval.
Slowly but surely, he was easing himself in till he bottomed out and the two of you shared a sigh of relief. Jungkook had his forehead pressed against your own as he licked his lips before teasingly licking your own. Bless your heart. You were taking his size like a trooper. He’d make sure to get you whatever ring your heart desired after this was all over. You deserved it and so much more. As he planted sweet and teasing kisses all over your face, you couldn’t help but giggle in bashfulness before saying softly,
“Okay, Kook. You can move. I think I’m good.”
“Very well, my love. You’re doing so well. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
Being as careful as if he were handling precious glass, he eased his hips back and watched for any sign of discomfort that might flash across your face before slowly pushing himself back in. God you felt amazing. So warm and tight. He just couldn’t get over the amazing feeling of being inside you like this. Raw with no boundaries. Granted, he was going to have to try and remember to pull out. You were on the pill but that wasn’t guaranteed and he never dreamed that he’d find a mate so condoms weren’t exactly something he had lying around the house.
“Faster. Harder!”
“Oh? You mean like......this?”
He was such a show-off. One minute you were digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt only for him to pry your hands away so that he could quickly rid himself of the offending article of clothing. Once he was completely naked and still sheathed deep inside you, he made just as quick work of your own shirt and bra that was already half off anyway. There. Both of you were completely naked now. Grinning, he said with a deep voice,
“I’ll show you faster. I’ll show you harder. Be careful what you wish for, my love.”
Oh boy----
Suddenly pulling out, he had you flipped over onto your hands and knees in a flash. Were you guys one hundred percent certain there wasn’t still some vampire in his blood? Because dang that happened super fast. You didn’t have time to think on it further because the man in question suddenly stuffed you full of his cock once more; causing you to let out a small cry of pleasure and pain. God he was so big. Seriously. It was a miracle he even fit. Your poor pussy.
If walking wasn’t an option before, it definitely wasn’t going to be now. Jungkook may no longer be a vampire, but that didn’t seem to slow down his super strength any. Your body felt like it was being jerked back and forth at a rapid pace and you’re pretty sure you were going to have finger-shaped imprints on your hips by the time this was all over.
Jeon Jungkook was still a freaking beast, man.
“Ju-un-ko-oo-ook.”
You couldn’t even say a single word without it being broken into thrust-paced syllables as the male dominated you like the animal he had turned into. It was hot as hell. You definitely weren’t complaining. But you would be in the morning. Your hands gripped the bed sheets beneath you with white knuckles as you felt your end quickly approaching again. Trying to get a full sentence out this time, you managed to cry out,
“I’m close!”
“Me too, babe. Me too!”
He knew just how to get you to that mind blowing release he had promised you. With one muscular arm wrapping around your middle, he hoisted you up till you were both on your knees with your back pressed and practically molded against his chest; both of your skin slick with sweat. With his other hand, he quickly reached down and started to furiously rub your clit, causing you to let out another cry of pleasure.
“Oh god! Yes! Just like that! More! More!”
“Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Tell me why you deserve it?”
“Because I agreed to marry you, you jerk!!”
Okay he had to admit......You had a good point. You got him with that one. Grinning like an idiot upon hearing you say the words out loud, he decided to treat you to a little reward and while moving his hips a little harder and a little faster, he rubbed and pinched your clit before leaning in and zoning on your neck so he could bite and suck once more.
Hearing your high pitched moan told him he had found the perfect combination to unlock your release. He could feel it in the way that your walls were starting to spasm around his hard length. Dear god please don’t let him cum inside you. As much as he wanted to......it was for your own protection. That is......till the words came tumbling out of your mouth.
“Kook! Cum with me! Cum inside me! Please!”
Well.....if you insisted. Holy lord the two of you better not regret this later. Don’t get him wrong, of course Jungkook would love to have actual children with you. But he still wanted time with you all to himself. Plus he felt like the two of you were getting lots of good practice in by having Hajun around. He was like a low maintenance baby and the male enjoyed that aspect of parenting. He wanted kids. Just not in this moment.
However, your wish was his command and so he finally brought the both of you to your end because as soon as you started constricting around his cock, it was enough to tip him over the edge as he too let out a loud moan and spilled his load; your walls milking him for everything he was worth. Wow. If his release was anything like yours, he was pretty sure he had delivered and then some because he felt like he was on cloud nine right now.
With a few lingering thrusts to help ride out both of your highs, he took a moment to pause and catch his breath. It had been a long time since he needed to worry about oxygen getting to his lungs and his brain. Wow. He forgot what being human was like. Humans were so fragile compared to vampires. Speaking of fragile......
“You okay, my flower? I didn’t break you, did I?”
“Nah, I’m good. But I don’t think my pussy is ever gonna be the same again. Wow.”
He snorted while you giggled. Perhaps it was the amazing sex you just had, but you were incredibly happy right now. You were full but it was of a different nature. Whole. Perhaps that was the better term you were looking for. You felt whole and complete. Sure you were probably going to be sore beyond belief in the morning but you didn’t care at the moment. All that mattered was being here with Jungkook. The man you once despised and now couldn’t imagine your life without.
Easing his softened length out of your poor abused pussy, Jungkook treated you with care once more as he eased the two of you down and under the covers. It was probably dinner time by now but honestly the male just wanted to take a moment and lay here with you. The woman of his dreams. The one who set him free from a terrible curse. You looked so beautiful laying there with your skin glowing and eyes sparkling with life.
“So tell me, what is it that you love about me? Is it my charming good looks? Maybe the muscles?”
You couldn’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl when he propped himself up with one arm and flexed the other in a dramatic fashion; his face scrunching up in that cute manner that you love so much. In fact, you were still so high from your release that you couldn’t stop giggling at his dorky antics. Trying to stay decent, you covered your mouth before shaking your head and replying back in a teasing tone,
“Nope. Those don’t impress me. But you do make a pretty mean devil’s food cake. What frosting was that you used on it the other night?”
“Double fudge.”
“I knew it! A man after my own heart.”
“Looks like I got it, didn’t I?”
The two of you shared identical smiles of warmth and love as the male reached out to gently tuck a couple crazy strands of hair back behind your ear. Yes. He had certainly captured your heart and you were okay with that. Once upon a time? Absolutely not. If someone had told you that you’d be falling in love with a man who drugged and kidnapped you, you would have laughed in their face. But here you were.
“You know......I was never one for funhouses and that one was creepy as hell.......but I think I could get used to staying in this house. It’s super fun”
“Oh my god. You’re such a dork. Get dressed. Dinner will be ready in 30.”
You giggled as he playfully shoved your shoulder. Grinning like an idiot in love, he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to your lips before rolling out of bed to head to the bathroom so that he could clean himself up real quick before making dinner. It all felt really domestic and that was when you realized......
Maybe you really did want to marry that dork.
And perhaps even have a kid or two.
Speaking of.......
You rolled over and immediately spotted Hajun sitting at the door with a wagging tail and tongue out just panting away in happiness. Your cheeks instantly flushed the heaviest shade of red as you played a staring contest with your fluffy son before saying in a weak and pleading voice,
“Please tell me you just got here.”
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Be Brave Adachi, or the musical shaping of episodes 1-4
Part 1: Episode 1
Ok folks, buckle up. @ohmypreciousgirl asked me for more music meta and I need exactly ZERO arm twisting for that to happen, so I immediately put on my listening ears and musicologist hat and started my eleventy first rewatch. Since I’m currently only through episode 4 on this rewatch, and I have a page and a half of notes, I’m gonna put in a Read More so that I don’t take up the next 5 miles of the tags. You might be interested if:
You like music
You’re interested in detailed analysis of character development
You’re wondering why the heck those scenes where Adachi is having all the anxiety are so dang effective.
The answer, of course, is that the music helps to shape the exact moments that Adachi makes steps towards character growth. Under the cut, you’ll find out exactly how it’s doing that.
This will be a 4-part series, running over the next 4 days because I got halfway through episode 3 and realized that yall did NOT want a 10 page paper in a single tumblr post. Plus then I can extend the series to include the rest of the episodes later.
So. Without further ado.
Episode 1 (If you’d like to watch/listen along, cue up 19:45 in episode 1* now.)
At the beginning of the show, we’re introduced to Adachi, the shy, introverted, anxious klutz. He tells us lots of things about himself, most of which include some reference to either his lack of bravery or his self-esteem which is currently so low that it seems to be floating somewhere in the Marianas Trench. Aside from the opening scene with the bike (which many of us, myself included, have hypothesized comes from some kind of future) the music is mostly laid-back, a little jazzy, and repetitive. Adachi’s office scenes come with a walking bass/guitar line that never really finds a melody, and reminds me of nothing more than generic 90s/early 2000s slice-of-life “this is every day” music. His Adachi-at-home music is gently strummed guitar, slow and kind of lethargic, mirroring the way Adachi just floats through life. The main exception is Adachi’s monologue on Kurosawa, which is fast paced, march-like, and jaunty - a reflection of how Adachi sees Kurosawa before the events of the show.
And then, at the end of the episode, that changes, and we get something new for the first time. Adachi is processing the new revelation that Kurosawa actually does like him, and he has just finished telling himself that Kurosawa must have gone crazy to like someone like him. There has been no musical accompaniment since they were in the office together. Kurosawa wraps the scarf around Adachi’s neck and Adachi hears Kurosawa’s inner monologue, cataloging the things he likes about Adachi.
This speech is obviously a turning point for Adachi, but we can be more specific than that. For Kurosawa’s first couple of points, we’re still in silence, and Adachi is looking down. We can imagine that he’s doing his own mental list that starts something like “yeah but…” But after the line “He’s actually an extremely kind and nice guy,” Adachi looks up at Kurosawa, and finally, after two whole minutes of silence in the soundtrack, a new kind of cue comes in.
This new cue is the antithesis of the rest of the soundtrack. It’s fully acoustic (with a little bit of reverb) and played on the piano, an instrument that the composer has not yet used. What’s more, the fragment that the piano repeats is completely unstable. We have no idea what key we’re in (yet. Spoiler, it’ll be A-major, eventually). [warning: technical stuff starts here, if you don’t care about specifics, jump to the /endTechnical tag] It starts with a first inversion D-major chord (in later iterations, IV^6) that attempts to resolve to G-D-A which is NOT a chord, or rather, it could be any number of chords but without a 3rd somewhere in there we don’t know which it is.
Ok, ok, so, resolution failed. Let’s try again! D-major^6 and then instead of going down to D, the A goes up a M3 to C-sharp, making G-E-C-sharp - WHOOPS that’s a tritone, less resolution than the first time. To be fair, the tritone is pretty far apart, and there’s an E floating around in the middle, so it doesn’t feel as teeth grinding-ly gross as your average Danse Macabre, but it SURE AS HELL doesn’t feel resolved either. [/endTechnical]
And we go back and forth between these two VERY unresolved phrases. It’s like we’re (read: Adachi is) stuck asking new questions that he doesn’t have any answers for. It’s unsettling and we spend almost 30 seconds just sitting there feeling unresolved, trying again and again in different octaves, with slightly different notes in the (almost inaudible) string parts-- nothing works. Adachi is not ready to move beyond the questions themselves, so the music doesn’t either, ending on a high unresolved note with Kurosawa’s “Wait.”^
And that’s IT. No resolution. The next musical cue is after enough dead space that our metaphorical ear palate has been cleansed (which is good, cause we jump from quasi-A major to a sequential figure with at least FOUR FLATS - about as distant a key as you can get). To get resolution for the Questioning cue, we’re going to have to wait.
And wait and wait, because that’s it for tonight yall! Episode 2 coming tomorrow!
Continue to part 2
[Although, real quick, before we move on to Episode 2, I just wanna mention that I love that Adachi’s fears about Kurosawa’s crush are scored with a very speedy bebop style cue while Kurosawa’s actual fantasies might as well be a Bach Oratorio COMPLETE WITH METRONOME, because if you needed to shorthand “antithesis” musically I’m not sure I could think of a better way of doing it, short of using screamo metal and Hildegard von Bingen lol.]
*All video timings and quotes are from Irozuku Subs videos. If you’re watching somewhere else, your mileage may vary slightly.
^As an English speaker I love the parallelism in how American English speakers use a rising tone to indicate questions, but I don’t know enough about Japanese to know if that transfers.
#cherry magic#cherry magic! thirty years of virginity can make you a wizard?!#adachi kiyoshi#music meta#someone: can you tell me more about the music? Me: OH BOY CAN I!!!#Look if Ao3 had an audience for ACTUAL ACADEMIC ANALYSIS PAPERS that I don't have to do footnotes and academic english for#I would be the most prolific author they ever had#(not really but also yes really)#acafandom
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hi!!! I love your fic (ghost hunters, lies & money) so so much!! oh and for the ask game, 🧑💎💡📒🎤 please. have a lovely day/night!
An ask? Aww, thank yoooou!!! :D
favorite character to write
Ooooh, good question! I love writing each member of our SPR team for different reasons, buuut... if I *had* to pick...I think I have the most fun writing Bou-san? He's just so spontaneous! His antics and wise cracks are just such a joy to incorporate into a scene. I feel like he springs to life in my head, and I'm just along for the ride. But then there's a side of him that's so passionate, and caring, and gentle...in case you can't tell, his dynamic with Mai is one of my very favorites to write <3 Ah, I have so much love for our Monk :)
fave trope to write
Ho ho ho, I'm a trope queen. You'll probably see them weaved all through my writing I hope you like tropes loool :D Picking one to rise above them all? Partners (work/school) to lovers. That “mutual pining” vibe is my thiiing. You know, they see each other everyday in a very ordinary way (or in some cases in very intense situations, like say...life or death ghost hunting? ^_^) and slowly grow accustom to each other, learn their likes/dislikes, their quirks...accepting them (you know you gotta work to make the partnership work right?), until they don't just accept them...they loooove them <3 They live in this “some” state: something is going on, but it's so quiet or fragile they don't name it. They just keep letting grow, and things like no-personal-space and “casual” touching start to happen. Oh wow. I could go on and on. But yes, partners to lovers. That's my ultimate trope I think! I mean: Mairu anyone? ;)
what inspires your fic ideas?
Oh gosh, I don't think I've ever been asked this? Good one! Let me think...well, inspiration alone can be very hard to come by. I have to say the reason my GLM chapters get put out is 90% because my readers inspire me to keep going, and when I'm in that “inspired” state...the ideas just seem to start flowing? It's so very hard-- for me at least-- to write without some sort of inspiration, either from my readers, or from the content it's self. That kind of leads me to the more conventional answer to this question: usually my ideas are inspired from the content I'm writing for. I love writing missing scenes or alternate scenes from canon-- especially in giving them a shippy angle/twist :) I love re-imagining whole storylines, or endings. I am a fix-it-fic kind of girl. Like make it as bad you want: I will make it better. With content I love, I always feel like the characters are living their lives behind the scenes...like there's always so much else to explore? Like canon is just a spring board-- and I'm ready to dive in deeper! That's why the style of GLM is like it is: it's a new “episode” to enjoy, a new case! I actually have many plot bunnies kicking around that are similar to GLM, more Ghost Hunt case fics-- I just love playing with “what if”...what if things had continued-- what would that look like for SPR? And of course, you can count on *my* what ifs always including shippy prospects :D Finally, inspiration for certain scenes, tropes, quotes, storylines, characters, ect... often those come from my consumption of all the swoony media I can get my hands on. Kdramas. Rom-com movies. Jane Austen. I'm a hopeless romantic.
any fics planned?
The short answer: yes! :D As I hinted above, I do have some plot bunnies that have been “haunting” (hahaha) me. They're Ghost Hunt plot bunnies, mostly case-fic that would be multi-chapter projects. But some shippy one-shots have also been winking at me, teasing me to write them (Mairu, Bou-san x Ayako, John x Masako *gasps*, Lin x Madoka). I have a document that I use to collect all my ideas, so that I can go back to them. For now, I'm trying to stay loyal to GLM. I write so slow, I'm afraid if I took some of that time to churn out one-shots...I may never get a new chapter out XD But anywho, yes I definitely have other fics planned. I hope once GLM is finished, you might continue with me on new writing adventures with our SPR team <3
fave line in a fic you wrote?
I'm blushing. I don't think I could pick a line? But I do have favorite scenes! Mainly Mairu ones, but some of those Mai and Bou-san ones...oh my gosh, I even crack myself up XD I'll round up some of my top faves for you:
Mai and Naru at the end of chapter 23. All that Mairu goodness after the “blood rain”, standing at the sink together...face-to-face arguing out of worry...oh,yeah. [chef's kiss]
Mai and Bou-san in chapter 11 & 12. Chicken and apples, need I say more? looool
Mai and Naru at the end of chapter 19 after Wise Obasan has locked them in Miss Miyuki's cellar...and Naru carries Mai out of the house (in front of the whole world!!), all the way to the Inn, and tops it off with admitting he gave Mai his moon lily. Dang. [fans self]
Naru's return in chapter 27. After such a long wait, he shows up at the end of chapter all disheveled and hot and like steals Mai's tea (indirect kiss!!) and then he and Mai have it out in the hall (just kiss already) and finally it looks like he's going to kiss her but oops he's actually fainting...
Ayako & Bou-san taking care of Mai while she was sick in chapter 20, oh gosh it always warms my heart I just love their family dynamic <333
Okay: throwing in a John!Masako moment here, but it really is one of my favorites. It's subtle, because of course, but also in chapter 23, the moment where John so gallantly throws himself over Masako during the “blood rain”, protecting her. Awwww!
More recently, the scene at the end of chapter 30 where Naru walks in on Mai's “séance” with Madame Miyuki. The intensity!! The english!! Oh maaan.
And finally, naturally-- the scene in chapter 31 where Naru nearly makes Mai flip out when he offers to “take it off” but haha it's just the tag on her dress, but then it's sad hours and Mai is crying, but don't worry because Naru wipes them away?! Ahhh the tenderness!!
Goodness wow I went overboard, but really just thank you for this ask! Your love and support means so much to me!! Really!!
#this is such a long answer#bless you if you made it to the end#I got carried away#lol#this was such a nice ask!!#I really do love my readers#xoxo#fugio
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Hey hey,chapter 8! Thing start to pick up here so prepare for some DRAMA! Also, I'll try to add some more fluff or romance with the boys. I'm not sure how this story will pan out so we'll see what I can do! As always , enjoy 💖💖
Tw: none
Pairings: Axel x reader Otto x reader Oscar x reader
Runaway
Chapter 8:
A Tantrum and Some Shocking News
Axel and Oscar did indeed make fun of Otto . Otto , as well, did indeed get very angry. In fact, he wouldn't let you near him for 2 days ! The embarrassment he had felt was too much to be infront of you.
It was your turn to cook dinner tonight. It was also a good time to talk about a plan. You all still needed to figure out how to get you back. Darn, if only you had that briefcase that homeless man had taken. Tch tch tch. Placing a simple dinner of vegetables, which Oscar didn't appreciate, and some Salmon infront of them ,the boys began to eat. It was the least you could do to pay back the kindness they've shown you. Or, well, at least their version of kindness.
Clearing your throat to gain their attention , you spoke up. "So, now that I've shown you all my powers and you know more about my brother and I. Why don't we talk about how we're going to get me home, yes?" Axel shook his head. He didn't want to talk about this right now, he wanted to eat. "We will talk about this after dinner." Was all he said before eating again. You pouted like a child , crossing your arms and turning your head, "well I ( emphasis on the "I" ) want to talk about it now!" Yes, you were definitely acting like a bratty child. The brothers did not appreciate that. "Well then you can go away and let us eat" Axel had said it with the same amount of attitude you had given him. He wasn't one to deal with rudeness,especially that of a child.
Huffing out in defeat and with a "fine" you aggressively finished your food. Darn, if you weren't the best cook the world has ever known.
Oscar and Otto hiding their grins during the whole event.
After dinner you all had congregated by the couch. "So" " as I was saying before Axel interrupted me at the dining table " you said with an eye roll ,to which Axel did the same, you continued. "What is our plan? How do we get me home?" " I had the briefcase I stole,but that in turn, got stolen again by a homeless man.
Oscar spoke up this time " a homeless man? Oh, well, we killed him" he had a straight face while saying so ,like that was normal, although for them a dead person IS normal. You know, because of the whole being assassins thing? Anyways, after that bit of news you spoke again. " So you killed him,but did you get the brief case? " Otto had said yes and had also mentioned that they had the briefcase they arrived with. "Well why didn't any of you tell me this!" " You all could have taken me home by now!" You had had enough of them not telling you what's going on. They at least could have told you they had not ONE, but TWO briefcases, gosh dang it!
Axel looked at you, done with your tantrum, saying something along the lines of " we have to make sure the commission isn't on to us." And some other crap you didnt pay attention to.
" well, IS the commission on to us? "
Otto spoke again this time " Maybe, the Handler has been asking us questions about you" he was going to finished his sentence , but Oscar had cutt him off " She wants to meet up with us, she wants to see if we're close to finding you yet." He continued, " We'll have to find a hiding spot for you and clear out evidence that we are keeping you."
Looking slightly taken aback from this new information, you sat down . Quoting a title, from a good book you read a few weeks ago, you had quietly said "Oh, The Grave's a Fine and private place to be right now."
The next day the boys drove you to the t.v place they had found you at, demanding the man named Elliot keep you hidden there ,whilst they do business. Elliot wasn't too happy about it,but with a knife to the throat and a gun to the head , he agreed. Why did Elliot think he could live a simple life? Oh Elliot, you have no idea.
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last line tag meme
well dang, I was contemplating doing this with my many wips but now I got tagged by @dolston17 so I can’t say no can I???
post a sneak peak from a WIP (favorite/last line/almost abandoned, dealer’s choice lol)
okay so yeah I got... 3 actually active WIPs that I’m working on and one that is... absolute crackfic but I’ve put 5k words into it so I have to finish it someday? so you’re getting a snippet from all of them
1 - Better Luck Next Time, Johnny (not really the title)
(can’t give you the last line of this because it’s uuuuh filth but there is some silly flirting before that I really like)
“Didn’t I tell you this isn’t a good place for you last time?”
His voice is far more teasing and playful than it is worried and reprimanding, and she understands that they’re probably being listened to. She tries to put the same amount of flirting into her answer.
“I really don’t like being told what to do, Johnny.”
There’s a twitch in his eyebrow she knows all too well, and the smallest hint of a smile as he bites his lower lip and leans over a bit more, his eyes raking over her in that dress, and maybe Kylie wasn’t quite so wrong to convince her to buy it.
“I highly doubt it, Dora.” His low voice isn’t at sultry-level yet, but it still has her squeezing her thighs together without even wanting to. “I rather think you like exactly that. Which is why you came back, hm?” He twirls a loose strand of her hair around his finger and pulls ever so slightly, and she has to bite her lip now to hide her smile.
“So you’re going to be a good girl”, he continues, and he’s definitely at sultry now, “and go get yourself out of here.”
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2. - I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your life (yeah I’m that song-line kind of writer bitch)
(this is the start of the WIP but there’s actually a lot happening before it that I haven’t written yet)
"What are you thinking?"
"It's cheesy."
"Lemme be the judge of that."
A pause. Amy is smiling at him, softly, but with the slightest hint of mischief. It will never not take his breath away, that particular smile. He knows exactly what it means.
"I was thinking…" he begins, and his voice is raspy, far too raspy for only a few kisses. But he finds that he doesn't mind, as his hands stroke down her sides so tentatively he can see her shiver above him.
"Goddess." he finally whispers in that same raspy tone, and watches Amy's eyes grow wide and her body still. Only for a few seconds, before she catches herself and smiles again.
"Definitely cheesy." She judges, but leans forward to kiss him all the same, and the kiss tells him she's happier about it than she'll admit. "Which one?" he hears her mumbling against his lips, and he hums while thinking.
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3. Five things I can’t hate about you (yes I am also that bad movie-reference kinda writer bitch)
this is a long last ‘line’ but it’s also the most active WIP I have and I really like this whole scene
They don’t speak for the maybe ten or fifteen minutes spent sitting in the darkened room. He doesn’t ask - doesn’t prod - doesn’t demand an explanation or more information or anything, really, not the way she’s used to from anyone else who’s actually figured out that she’s having some sort of attack, and she’s glad for it. She will explain it all, later, probably alongside the written thank you note he’s definitely going to get because that is the proper way to do it, even if he will make jokes about it. But right now, she’s thankful for the silence that doesn’t feel threatening at all, for the warmth of his hand and the calm of his thumb still rubbing across her skin.
They let go when she stands up, squaring her shoulders as he rises next to her.
“Ready?” He asks with his usual grin and she returns it with a small smile and a nod before he opens the door for her and sneaks her out unnoticed the same way he brought her in.
She mingles. She makes connections. She even gets to tell a few stories that make a group of captains laugh around her, but the laugh she hears the most is right next to her and very familiar by now.
He keeps handing her canapés from the trays of passing waiters (he’s a pro at spotting free food, obviously) and makes silly jokes next to her without ever stealing the spotlight or embarrassing her like he usually would. She notes a glass of orange juice in his hand whenever he hands her her own refill, and when Terry leaves early to see his family and asks if he needs a ride home, he declines.
And when the evening finally slows and the hall begins to empty, she walks with him to his dingy old car in the garage and gets in without another question, falling half-asleep during the ride back to her place.
She puts a coffee down on his desk with the thank you note tucked underneath it the next day, and tries not to blush when he comes in 15 minutes late with her coffee order in hand. The day is spent teasing her about the note in between his actual work, of course, but she sees it pinned between his knicknacks when she actually leaves on time in the evening.
It’s surprising that besides his actually funny jokes, he can make her smile with the strangest little things.
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4. The Florida Menagerie
(a crackfic turned emotional turned back to crack and I genuinely have no plan how to end it so it’s been sitting for months now.. if you can correctly identify the ‘pets’... go you, I guess? there’s not really a prize I can offer.)
After that, the code was well-established. They met at their fences far more often while watering the lawn or, in Jake’s case, enjoying the hot tub the way it was meant to be enjoyed, without tears or burritos in sight. They would greet each other, maybe exchange pleasantries for a moment, and then Holt would inquire about his pets. And Jake was more than happy to answer.
“Oh, god, Goose and Foxglove got into such a fight last night. I almost thought I had to save Goose from it. But they made up this morning, I think.”
“Big Bird isn’t really used to the new cage he got. Might be a bit too big for him, even. But I keep the door open and everyone’s been keeping him calm.”
“The Nomster has found a new favourite food. He keeps trying to share it with the Pizza Pockets, but no takers. And I mean, they will eat everything.”
“Foxglove and Peanuts keep bringing in so many dead mice and birds. Just, constantly on the hunt. It’s like they have a competition going.”
“Stilton’s doing okay, I think. Getting used to me still. He keeps quoting my classic movie collection, so I think he’s learning from the best.”
It wasn’t much, it never was. But it was more than enough.
And as he watched Larry muse about the wonderful feeling of Peanuts cuddling up to him when he felt bad at night, or sniff a little about how she was so smart and always knew how to make his day better, he could see Jake Peralta come back into his own again, and he felt as if Raymond Holt was right there to join him, hearing about Stilton and Goose getting along so well they often shared a cage and their meal together, or Stilton throwing his pebbles at Peanuts who was apparently happy to snack on them.
It wasn’t much, but it was all they could get, and as such, it was wonderful.
Until it stopped.
#I actually have more WIPs but they're mainly abandoned#and I'm not gonna tease you all with bits of something I'll probably never finish#my writing
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this thing is long so I submitted it. feel free to post it, that's chill. i would love for you to. i don't have a personal blog so here we are
Hey fam, it’s me, ya girl— SO here’s the deal. I don’t want to be here, this ain’t my thing, but when like, 47 people, okay lie, that was an exaggeration, but when like, 10 people send me this blog and they’re like, “oh man look what Amanda’s saying—“ and trust, I LOVE THE TEA. Drama that’s not mine makes my heart sing, then I move on with my day and it’s like nothing happened, then I get your blog again, and dang man. Dang. NOW. I didn’t read everything, I don’t have that kind of time, nor do I care to. We can both agree it’s a lot, but it’s kind of the same tune the entire time, and I don’t understand why. You tell people that you have started using this blog as a place for people to be heard, people to vent, people to warn people of other people of role plays, and I sort of get that, to each their own. Give the victims a voice, I absolutely love that, please do not get my words mixed up. However, here’s where my problem comes in, when is it too much? When does the victim become the villain?
Kelly, Yas, Rach, Sierra, Char, Jo— etc. I know of these people. I know two of them, but these names, along with others, like I said, I didn’t read it all, come up time and time again. And at this point, you’ve been doing this for what? A year? Years? Who knows, not me. You preach, and you let other people preach on and on about how they are terrible people, don’t talk to them, buyer beware. And I can understand that, to and extent. You’ve had a bad experience with them, they’ve done something you don’t agree with, something that is morally repugnant. By. All. Means. Get. Out. Remove yourself, tell people of your time, and how they wronged you. BUT AT THE SAME TIME, the pinned post on you talk about people’s sides being one side of the story, but isn’t this the same thing, this is your side of the story, it’s not their side of the story. I’ve never heard any of their sides, and like I said, didn’t read it all, but I can only assume by how you talk about them.
Do I agree with the things that some of these people have done? To others, to me,? No. Not at all. I have been in a screaming match with Rach and Char. I wrote the fuck you Sierra letter and posted it in every Wilmington tag before I left, Rach pissed me off so bad at lanford, I had it out with her, and left. Char pissed me off about a FC, and again, we fought about it, and I left, but that’s the thing. You have control over where you put yourself. You and everyone who’s sharing these stories of everything that’s bad that’s happened, and all of that is horrific, I’ll give you that. But you are in control of yourself. You are in control of your emotions. To quote the ever famous Joe from Princess Diaries, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. No one. This is role-play. We are all making up people, and writing, because at the end of the day, that’s all this is about. Writing. The friendships you make along the way are just icing on the cake if that happens for you. You ALWAYS have the ability to leave. You always have the ability to stick up for yourself. ALWAYS. But what you’re doing here, is vicious.
What gives you the right to be judge, jury and executioner? You talk about how all of these people have minions, when you do too. At this point, in the rpc when you see post after post about how “on a blog” and people feel the need to answer to you? To make their role-play not be a part of the group YOUR minions attack? I mean, that’s a lot. That’s gotta be heavy. You talk about they need to be accountable? What is that to you? Did they do shitty stuff to you? To people? Yes. Does that make them bad people? You’ve decided it does, so they are. You’ve decided they are undesirable, so they are, and I’m sure they’re getting flack for it, especially because it’s been on your blog.
These people and others can’t go anywhere, without more or less being stalked. You know their whereabouts of most of them at any given time, and tell people to steer clear. Is this more or less on the same scale of what they did to you in the past? I am not saying it started that way, but that’s what it is now. Imagine if it was the other way around, and you couldn’t go ANYWHERE? They’ve wronged you, so you decided that they don’t get to write anymore? That’s not fair. You don’t like what they’ve done, or what they’re doing, leave the rp. You think you could do it better? Make your own. You hate what they’re doing with FCs? When you make your own, make it how you want it.
I just don’t understand why you and your minions are stalking people, have have been for years. I don’t understand why you can’t just let it be. I don’t get where all the harshness is coming from when you can take control of your situation and get out WHENEVER you want. You’re harassing them and stalking them for lack of better words, and in a vicious sort of way. It’s not a good look. But again, this is your blog you can do as you wish. I just don’t think its fair that you get to play the victim, then turn that into judge, they decide you and your minions (your word not mine) get to be the jury, and since they’re of the same mindset, execute. You’re not letting them tell their side of their experience with you unless it involves an apology that you’ve decided they need to give, and you won’t let them go ANYWHERE to write, so you’re taking their hobby away? What gives you the right?
I just— that just seems wrong on so many levels. I don’t know.
I didn’t proof read any of this so sorry if it’s got bad grammar.
xoxo Chelsea.
you literlaly said you haven't read stuff and from what i skimmed here you clearly don't understand so.... have a great day!!!!
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