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CONTINUNITY (PT. 2)

As mentioned here, Maiz originally had a set end. This changed due to in-universe interactions with other muses and the choices she made-- so much so that it no longer applies to her in the manner it once did. Instead, she now has a choice (albeit unknowingly) to create a better ending for herself or not.

SUPER ERA (EXPLANATION):

It goes without saying, but again for those in the back-- Trunks (@peoplcshope) had a mission. He didn't complete it*** buuuuuuut:

Because he didn't, he actually (indirectly) prevented the abysmal future that awaited her and the greater DBS continuity. Kinda**. The version of Maiz 'responsible' for the events leading up to that catastrophe is dead already. Killing Maiz in the present wouldn't have done anything -- 'cause here's the kicker-- she didn't cause the war between Universes 6 and 7. Her slaves did; their descendants, in particular. Somewhere down the line, she was successful in obtaining a thirteenth and fourteenth planet. Her empire spread so wide that she had to conquer an extra world than necessary. She set up a complex system that allowed them to 'self-govern' but only according to her guidelines. To her rules. To her liking. Some 'space years' after this, she dies. The slaves left with her instructions know what to do, but they were so mind-broken and without personal will/identity that the Council of Fourteen became stagnant not so long after her passing. They fell apart without their tyrant to lead them. To grieve, some killed themselves. For the ones who were left, they tried to bring her back to life. Nothing worked. Over the years, they fell into disarray and further madness. They split the Council. One half went against Maiz's orders and began mindlessly invading and conquering planets under the protection of the Galactic Patrol. The other half mastered interdimensional travel and opened a portal to Universe 6, spreading Maiz's teaching and severely warping the tenets of Saiyan Culture into what it wasn't. This earned the attention of the Pride Troopers, who received distress signals. The slaves here took on the identity of Maiz themselves, while the ones who remained in Universe 7 called themselves her descendants, then later "her reincarnations". Long story short, the Galactic Patrol and Pride Troopers had different ideas of dealing with this invisible, sudden threat as neither of them wanted to get their respective GoDs-- or worse, the King of All involved. They launched a counterattack that forced them to take 'sides'/set up base on different planets/parts of the Galaxy on such short notice, kicking off the space war. The cosmic and spatial walls separating both Universes were cracked. Universe 7's Earth was caught up in the crossfire and subsequently destroyed.

The scenario detailed below is a hypothetical** future. It inspired the above scene! I can't take full credit for it because it came through a conversation I had with another mun-- @roseplendence.

Depending on how close they got (platonically or otherwise) before this conversation, Maiz would not only know of Black's former occupation but his identity and the source of many miseries in the Universe: the Kais not being able to intervene and the laziness of many Gods of Destruction. This information would come up as a sidenote for her questioning her existence; why is it she got to live when nobody else did? Who decided the Saiyans should all destroyed at once? (It was the closest she ever got to venting about anything-- she doesn't normally do that). Black, through a misunderstanding thought she was blaming him/his kin, and told her how things actually worked and then . . . came to regret it. Sure, he ended up venting as well-- and then apologized for it, but he wasn't expecting her to go and do something about it. To his dread and horror, Maiz intends to use power of spite and anger to avenge both her and him. This puts her within the path of Beerus, who deletes her and all of her incarnations. Permanently. If it was romantic, he would've fallen into a deep depression and steered clear of people for a while. He's long-lived so a while . . . really means that for him. Wracked with guilt and remorse, he would also not take in any students for the same amount of time if it was platonic. Either way, she's mourned.

To reiterate: the above scenario is HYPOTHETICAL! It doesn't happen, so don't be too sad!

The reason why it's mentioned is because-- *drumroll* of the section below!

DEATH OF A DESPOT:

These two scenarios have one thing in common: Maiz's death & the impact of it. So remember at the beginning I mentioned she was originally meant to die horrifically? The thought experiment with Black is the closest scenario to that vision, except she was all alone with nobody to mourn/care about her. The reason why it's no longer canon/necessary for her (aside from muses and interactions swaying my heart) is because I re-remembered at the time that RP is collaborative writing. If Maiz did not have any of the interactions or ships she did, I have no doubt in my mind her ending would be worse and her character would've developed differently.

Anyway, her death can still happen, but it's moreso entirely dependant on the other muse(s) and the circumstances now than me coming in pre-determined about a desired outcome (I'm actually happy about this if you couldn't tell. I have more stories to explore which is always a good thing! *Thanks mutuals for opening my eyes*). With this said, I have approximately three verses where she's dead-- one was talked about before in a prior post, the other two are derivatives**/possible scenarios from the Future DBS storyline/AU.

Fun fact: The concept of Rengakura (this TOTALLY ✨sane✨ goober who's not crazy at ALL) came from this storyline.***

***Maiz posed an ultimatum to Trunks-- if he couldn't stand the way she rules, he should shut up and do something about it. If Jay had his Trunks pick the wrong move . . . the bad future would've been triggered AUTOMATICALLY. I expected the worse but the bastard (I say this lovingly) was intelligent enough/surprised me so I had to improvise. Instead of bloodshed, carnage, doom and disaster-- what happened was Trunks being assigned the position of Maiz's Ambassador. He actually put his mouth where his money was. Even Maiz wasn't expecting him to actually go for the option he did. 😭 You know what happens when Maiz likes you enough and you exceed her expectations? No? Go ask Trunks why he's a dad. I dare you.

Back to the point-- because the above factors are in play, the two possibilities aren't accessible. Buuuuuuut, they were fun to think up, so I'll briefly go through them anyway! (>:3) If the unsavory future is triggered/activated, and Ren is present, two scenarios are likely:

{SON OF A CONQUERER}: Trunks tries harder to get Maiz to care about the impact of her actions. Not to redeem her but to try and appeal to her maternal instincts. "He shouldn't grow up surrounded by death and destruction." Something like that. She, surprisingly, would listen and think about it. Fast forward some 'space years'-- their son is eight. In the midst of liberating a planet from her rule, something goes wrong and Trunks' worse fears come to life. She is killed during a long, exhausting fight by the subjects she once subjugated, and Ren watches from a bad angle that incriminates a frozen, shocked Trunks. His heartache increases when he's angrily confronted by Ren, who accuses him of not doing anything. Trunks tries to explain what happened but his son isn't hearing it-- Ren vows to kill him to avenge his mother and flies off to presumably train for that particular goal in mind. He tries to look for him but unfortunately, Ren's inherited his mother's uncanny ability to hide/suppress his ki. In this verse: Maiz's army has been more than halved, so they're not a Universal threat but the other parts (the schism which divides them, the suicides and mass loss of identities) happen. Trunks sadly has to deal with that all on his own, on top of mourning his wife. He doesn't meet Ren again until he's a teenager. They fight-- Ren, eagerly, Trunks, reluctantly. He'll beat him up but he's not killing his damn son.

{BREAKER OF CANON}: The above but instead of Ren confronting Trunks, he breaks down in tears and screams, making Trunks realize he'd been watching the entire time. He runs over and holds him close, apologizing for his weakness-- for not being able to save her life. Everything else follows-- the schism, the suicides and mass loss of identities. Trunks orders Ren to stay close (to him) and stay inside as Maiz's empire crumbles without her. Despite his dad being King of the Council of Twelve (he gained the title when they were officially married), it seems as if Maiz was a special glue holding everything together. Hating to sit around and be useless, he makes a declaration: "I'm going back in time to save mother." Trunks immediately rejects it-- time travel got him tangled up with Maiz (and Cell... The Androids..... Etc) to begin with. There's no way in hell he's allowing his son to be subjected to anything like that. Plus, it's illegal. Not that it ever stopped Trunks but still. Ren, up until this point has been obedient as far as his parents were concerned. This is the first time he disobeys Trunks. In the dead of night when his father is exhausted, he tinkers away. He is desperate, traumatized, sad, scared and just wants his mom back. This eight year old makes a portable time machine (similar to the wrist device Trunks wore as a Time Patroller) and activates it. He leaves his father a note so he doesn't worry. Ren does not know how terrible his mother is before Trunks. He doesn't know how they actually met. He doesn't have a plan going in. He has no defense against Maiz, who is callously laughing at his pain and threatening to kill him: "I don't have a son. That implies I love someone and I don't. No one is worthy of me." She has no qualms brutalizing or eradicating a crying child, even if he clings to her leg, even if he suspiciously looks like her.

#Ship Dynamics: You're Lucky to Have Me #{{ This is easily my favorite part about Maiz. she's dangerous alive and she's dangerous dead. heeheehee. :3 she's v influencial!#suicide tw #child abuse tw #murder tw #slavery tw #{{ Also can you tell I was a fuckin' DM for D&D before? 😭 I have stories to TELL......... the shit I've made my players go through. LMAOOO #{{I have all of those notes too..... I may have been a cruel God but at least I was FUN (and funny). 🤣

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writer-k-pop · 3 years

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The Musician (l.w.z) - Waning Crescent Hotel

Please read this (W.C.Hotel) if this is the first post of this series that you see. Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of death Genre: Angst, Hotel Del Luna AU, Choose your own adventure, SVT x Fem! Reader Staff: Yong (Spirit General Manager) / Jiwoo (Human General Manager) / Soon Bok (Room Manager) / Mun Hee (Front Desk Receptionist) / Shin (Grim Reaper assigned to Waning Crescent) Word Count: Ending A - 4.5k / Ending B - 4.4k

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"How do you know that?" Yong smirks at me as we walk out of her office.

"Because I am an all knowing being." I say smugly in return but Yong smacks my shoulder, "Ah, okay. I overheard Jiwoo and Mun Hee giggling about what to get you."

Yong exhales, "Oh, they're getting me a gift?"

I shrug, "I guess. You should probably tell them if you don't want it."

"Well, this will be the first time in 500 years that's someone's gotten me a gift for this anniversary. So I'll take it." Yong giggles happily.

"Am I expected to get you something?" I ask, mildly panicking about what to get her.

"A gift from you?" She smiles, "While it would be a miracle to see that happen, no, you don't need to get me anything. Especially if Jiwoo and Mun Hee are going to get me something."

"I'm sure they'll make sure it's grand." I reassure her. "Where are you headed?" I ask when I realize I have no idea where we're headed.

"Hm," She chuckles, "Well the Gods thought it would be great to send us a few new employees. So I have a nice little orientation to go through with them."

"How many did they send?" I ask, slightly weirded out that we would get new staff.

Yong blows airs through her lips, "Five."

"Not too bad." I shrug as we near the conference room, "Where are they being stationed?"

"3 are being attached to Soon Bok in rooms and 2 are going down to the kitchen." She explains with a hand on the door handle.

I nod in understanding, "Alright."

Yong nods in farewell and turns the door handle but I stop her with my next questions.

"Oh, just quickly, what room and how long?" I ask in a quick breath.

"Room 221 and 15 days." Yong says softly with an even softer smile.

"Good luck." I tell her and walk back to the lobby so I can make my up to my office.

With my hands clasped behind my back, I walk lightly and just listen to the sounds of the hotel. The dings of the elevators. The lively chatter of the guests walking to and fro. The muffled footsteps mixing with the sharp clicks of heels against the tile floors.

My body feels light and for a moment, I feel happy and calm.

But it all comes crashing down when I hear yelling from the lobby.

"Why is it always the lobby?" I groan to myself and redirect my route.

When I enter the lobby, I see a group surrounding one man who looks like he wants to take them all but also very panicked on the inside. The group around him is shouting angrily and some are even trying to throw punches at him.

As I approach the group, Mun Hee walks out from the reception room and Jiwoo falls in step with me.

"Do I want to know what happened here?" I ask, leaning towards Jiwoo.

"I don't even know what happened." Jiwoo whispers back as the group's noise level grows louder.

I groan and throw my head back, eyes closed. "Why me? Why my hotel?" I wonder out loud.

Lowering my head, my gaze hardens and my expressions steels. "HEY!" I yell louder than the crowd and make all heads turn to me. "What is going on?"

A split second of silence and then all the guests start talking and yelling and point all at once. I hold up a hand and their voices quiet down immediately.

I inhale and prepare to rip into these people verbally but one of the guests yells out.

"He murdered us!" He yells angrily. "We're dead, and it's HIS fault." He's pointing at the man in the center. The one who's eyes are split between cockiness and panic.

"Did you?" I ask the man, stepping closer.

"Did I?" The man repeats my question with an arrogant smirk, "Did I do what?"

I close my eyes and mentally roll my eyes so hard before opening them again. I meet his gaze while fighting back a scowl. "Did you murder these people?" I expand my pretty obvious question.

The man half smiles, "Maybe."

Jiwoo tenses in fear behind me while I tense in annoyance.

"It's a yes or no question." I state and take a step closer. "You either did." Another step closer. "Or you didn't." Another step. "Answer me now." A step closer and I'm only a few feet away from him.

The man rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. He even puffs out his chest a little. "And if I did? What are you going to do? Kick me out?"

I scoff, "Kick you out? No. No, I wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, I killed them." The man interrupts me before I get to the good part.

I glance behind the man and meet the gaze of Shin standing next to Mun Hee a feet away.

"Again, I wouldn't." I repeat myself for emphasis, "But Shin, here, will escort you to the place you actually belong." I smirk and Shin approaches the man from behind.

"Wha-" The man stutters as Shin grabs his arms and starts dragging him backwards.

"Where, where are you taking me?" He struggles against Shin's iron clad grip.

A smokey grey doorway appears on the wall and Shin heads straight into it with the man struggling behind him. Shin gives me a curt wave and I return the gesture with a small smile before the two of them disappear into the grey smoke. And in a blink of an eye, the doorway disappears.

I turn and walk back to Jiwoo who blinks a few times to reset himself.

"Ah, uhm, I do apologize for... that." Jiwoo says once he has his voice back. "He will no longer be a problem so I do genuinely hope you enjoy your stay here. I will have refreshments sent up to your rooms."

Mun Hee leads some guests away as they break away from the group while the others disperse by themselves. Jiwoo stays quiet at my side and I finally let my shoulders relax slightly. A female guest walks up to us and takes my hands in hers.

"Can I finally rest?" She asks with pleading eyes.

I nod once, "You can rest now."

The guest smiles happily and a male wraps his arms around her shoulders. He pulls her away towards the elevators. Jiwoo and I turn and follow their movements.

"Sooo..." Jiwoo drags out the word when all the guests are out of earshot, "Where did Shin take that guy?"

I smile with mischief, "A place similar to what you humans call hell."

Jiwoo's eyes widen, "But what about the souls who had a past life of a murderer?"

"One or two murders is, unfortunately, passable for another life in the human world." I explain, eyeing the other guests milling around the lobby, "However, kill three or more and the Gods end your lives right there and then. When they reach our front desk, Shin is usually waiting to take them to 'hell.' Though I don't know what happened today." I say, slightly confused.

"So hell really does exist?" Jiwoo wonders in awe, "Like there's an actual place where terrible souls go?"

I chuckle and look over at him, "It exists and, no, you don't want to know what it's like."

"Okay." Jiwoo takes in my answer, "Then have you ever been there?"

"Once." I breathe out, "When Shin was busy with a departure and there was a female who killed 8 people acting psychotic in here. I had to take her there and for the record," I lean over and whisper, "Even I don't ever want to do it again." A shiver runs down my spine as the memory of the cold empty air resurfaces.

Jiwoo is stunned into silence and he just blinks at me. "That... That is scarier than all the stories my world has of it."

"All you need to know about it, is that the souls who go there, certainly belong there." I tell him and then walk to the elevator. Reaching the elevator, I press the up button as Jiwoo calls out another question.

"(y/n)! What do you call it?" He asks and his curiosity evident when I turn around.

"There." I tell him as the elevator dings and the doors open.

Leaving him no time to respond, I enter the elevator and press the floor where my office is located. And let the doors close shut.

~The Fifteenth Day~

The bright sun burns against my skin as I sit outside on a picnic blanket. Soft guitar plucks flow through the air. I turn towards the sound and find Woozi sitting next to me with a guitar in his lap.

He looks up and notices my gaze. A lazy smile grows on his face and he stops plucking at the strings.

"Like it?" Woozi asks, resting his arm on the top of the guitar.

"Not sure what it was." I answer him, pulling my knees up to my chest.

Woozi laughs, "Me neither to be honest."

"Well, for a moment, it sounded like you had a melody going." I say leaning my head on top of my knees.

"Which part?" He inquires with eyes full of wonder.

I bite my bottom lip in thought, "The small bit with the repeated runs."

"That's like the entire thing." Woozi chuckles and shakes his head. "I always forget you're not versed in music terms."

I roll my eyes, "You try running a full-scal-" I stop myself mid sentence realizing what I was about to say. In my time with Woozi, I've become extremely relaxed and almost let my secret slip.

"Running a what?" Woozi smiles softly, amusement showing on his face.

"A full scale family." I clear my throat, covering up my mistake.

"I thought you didn't have a family?" He questions, setting the guitar aside.

My eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. I blink a few times as my mind races to think of another excuse. With each second that passes, my heart beat starts to beat faster. But Woozi grabs my hand, smiles, and makes my panic disappear in a second.

"Don't worry, I won't push." He says softly, "I know you don't like to talk about it."

I turn up the corners of my mouth and he gives my hand a squeeze before picking up his guitar again. I rest my hand on the blanket and continue to watch Woozi as he resumes his random plucking.

My fingers fumble with the pen in my hand and it clatters onto the floor breaking me out of my daydream.

"Fuck." I mumble and bend over to pick the pen up off the floor.

My hand wraps around the pen when someone quickly opens and shuts my door. I jump in surprise which results in me hitting my head on my desk.

"Fuck!" I groan in pain and slowly rise up, the pen still in my hand, somehow. With a hand rubbing the spot on my head, I look towards the door and find Yong leaning her back against it, breathing heavily. Her eyes are wild and in a slight panic.

"Are you okay?" I ask with slight concern that the hotel may be in extreme, extreme chaos.

Yong nods while still catching her breath. "Uhm, I sort of blew up the gift that Mun Hee and Jiwoo got me. And... they found out." She reaches the climax of her story.

"How did it happen?" I ask, trying to mask my laughter.

"Well," Yong exhales, pushing away from the door, "I was trying to turn a knob on it and then a different piece sprang off. And then another. And then the whole thing came apart within seconds." She finishes and glances back at the door to make sure it stays shut. "It was just my luck and then even more my luck that they passed by my OPEN office door." She shakes her head, "I ran out while they were stuck frozen, just staring at the scattered pieces."

I place the pen back in it's holder, "You'll be okay. They'll forget about it." I comfort her then wiggle my eyebrows, "Especially if you ask them to help you put it back together."

"That is an excellent way to get pummeled by two employees." Yong rolls her eyes and I laugh with glee.

"You'd survive." I tell her, our smiles still lingering.

"Barely." She mumbles, "Uhm, I was supposed to talk to you about a few things but," Yong gestures to her empty arms, "I kind of don't have the files."

I wave my hands dismissively, "We can it without the folders. It's not like I look at them anyway."

"True." She nods her head at me, "Well, Shin just helped with two departures and there are 3 more left today. There weren't any check ins during the day but Mun Hee checked in 3 guests as the moon rose. Soon Bok's new employees are picking up the work nicely and the guests have nothing but compliments for them." Yong looks up at the ceiling in thought, making sure she's not missing anything.

Yong's phone dings with a notification and she quickly pulls it out. "And Soon Bok just dropped Woozi off in the garden."

"She dropped him off?" I chuckle and raise to my feet.

Yong shrugs, "Hey, do you mind if I hide out here for a bit? I kind of want to avoid Jiwoo and Mun Hee."

I nod, "Go ahead. Just don't let Jiwoo or Mun Hee trash my office."

Yong throws me a thumbs up as I walk past towards the door. I throw one back and exit my office, heading towards the bare tree sitting in the center of the lonely garden.

As I enter my garden, I'm welcomed with the soft patter of fingers drumming against a table. Smiling, I turn towards the source and see Woozi staring out the window, his fingers mindlessly drumming to a melody that only he can hear.

"Oh, I like that bit." I say and Woozi's head whips around, startled. I giggle and he chuckles at the fright he fell into.

"Well, now I forgot what that bit even sounded like." He pouts and I sit in the empty chair next to him. "But if you give me another hour, I probably could find it again."

I hum in amusement, "If you did that, I wouldn't be able to talk to you." Now I'm the one pouting.

"What do you want to talk about then?" Woozi asks, resting his chin on his fists.

"Anything." I say with a smile, "Everything."

Woozi chuckles, "Where would you like me to start?"

I pucker my lips in thought, "Mm, start like you always did. With the music."

"With the music." Woozi repeats my words and leans back in his chair, "Well, I wrote a lot after you left. Wrote and composed. So much, in fact, that I had nearly 100 titles under my belt within 10 years." He smiles at the achievement, "Was considered a musical genius by everyone. Even the critics. Though they continued to enjoy ripping my pieces to critical shreds."

"I thought the critics loved you." I wonder.

"Oh, they loved me." He agrees, "But they also hated me. My pieces were so beautiful but they were made up of the worst parts. The critics never understood how so many terrible passages could mesh together to make the most beautiful piece their ears had ever heard."

"There was never another Jihoon. Ever." I reference the pseudonym he used and lean my head on my hand.

"You kept an eye out?" Woozi asks with delight.

"Of course, I did." I scoff, "I had to make sure no one would surpass your level of genius."

"And what if someone came who was better than me? What would you have done?" He questions me, squinting his eyes.

I shrug, "Probably delayed or made it so their works were never as good as yours."

"Seriously, how would you have done that?" Woozi smiles at my ridiculous statement.

"Twisted the Gods arm and forced them to." I state definitively much like a child.

Woozi bursts into laughter, his body rocking forward and his hands clutching his stomach. His outburst makes me laugh as well because we both know that I would never be able to do such a thing.

"Did your kids like your music?" I ask when our laughter has died down.

"My kids?" Woozi asks.

"Did... you not have kids?" I hesitantly ask, wondering if I got that piece of information wrong. "I thought I heard news that you and your wife had 2 children together before she... passed away." I avoid eye contact because I remember hearing about the slump he slipped into after she died.

"Yeah, I had two kids. Twins." He sighs and grabs my hand, partly to tell me it's okay to look at him and partly for his own reassurance. "Sunny and Yuna. And yeah, they did for a while... and then they were teenagers."

I smile at the unfortunate growth of a human.

"But they came back to loving my music once I retired." Woozi continues. "Sunny became a music professor and she used a lot of my works for her students analyze. And Yuna went into music therapy. She also used my works but for vastly different reasons."

"They did what I expected of a musician's kids." I comment, "You raised them well. They carried on your legacy."

"And how do you know that?" Woozi asks, "I thought you couldn't get involved in my life after you left."

I smirk, "I can't get involved, but I can keep up. Your name didn't just disappear into the noise like most peoples do. Yours stood out for many, many years. I got to see your daughters create a foundation in your name that helped kids get an arts education. I saw your grandchildren continue that foundation. I saw Jihoon's pieces played throughout the decades."

"You watched for that long?" He asks, sincerely touched by my words.

"What else was I supposed to do?" I answer his question with a question, "I wasn't going to just sit around all day, twiddling my thumbs, and waiting for the next love. Besides, since you were no longer in that life, I could get involved... kind of."

"What did you do? Donate money to the foundation every year?" Woozi guesses my exact actions on a whim.

I press my lips together and the information clicks in his head. I even see a tiny light bulb illuminate behind his eyes.

"You donated??" He says, grabbing the table and the back of his chair for support.

"Not a lot." I keep his expectations low, "Just a few thousand every year at the beginning of November."

"My birthday month." He smugly smiles.

"My very own memoriam." I tell him, leaning closer.

Woozi leans forward and presses his lips against mine just for a second, "It fits you beautifully."

I smile happily, "I thought so too." I lean back in my chair and cross my legs and my arms. "Mmm, did you ever tour?" I ask, remembering me urging him to do so but he always shot me down.

"Much to my dismay, I did." He nods, "My management said it was 'good for business.' And they somehow snuck a clause for at least one tour into my contract."

"Where did you go?" I quickly ask, curious.

"Mainly major cities all over the world." He answer me with an amused smile, "It took nearly 2 years to complete and my wife wasn't all that happy about it. Even when I told her she could come along with me but she was determined to stay and work her job." Woozi chuckles and I wrap myself with the comfort that he found someone who matched well with him. "She was so strong headed. Reminded me of another I loved." He looks to me and raises an eyebrow in suspicion, "She looked an awful like you."

I push his face away with a laugh, "Oh, stop it."

Woozi lets out a very airy chuckle, "Are you going to make me?"

I pout angrily at him, "I won't if you keep talking."

"About what?" He sighs as he's at a loss for stories that I want to hear.

"Anything." I groan.

"Everything." We simultaneously say, only he's deadpanning and I'm curious.

Woozi inhales, "Would you like to hear about the time I almost ruined a performance in Paris?"

My eyes widen, partly because of worry and partly because of interest, and I nod my head a little too eagerly.

"Of course you would." He shakes his head in believing disbelief. Then he tells the tale of how he had come down with terrible allergies in Paris and was sneezing terribly through the entire performance.

From Paris, the stories traveled to the cities he toured. Most good and funny memories but there were a few that weren't as cheery. Like in Moscow how he was almost arrested because he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or in Australia when he woke up with 5 lizards in his bed. Though, while Woozi found it very traumatizing, I found it absolutely hilarious.

After his story stories were told, he dove deeper into his life as a father to Sunny and Yuna. The days when he'd be home early enough to surprise the girls before bedtime. The nights when they would wait up for him because he 'was the better story teller.' The times when he would be stuck on a melody and his girls would intuitively somehow know that and come running into his home office. All the firsts in their lives that he got to experience. And all the lasts that he missed: high school graduation, college graduation, etc. But even through all that, he reminisced on how his girls never faulted him for any of it. Because they understood his talent.

And so did the world. He got so much recognition for his work and yet, it never seemed like enough to me. I always thought he deserved more recognition when he was living. But like all things, the recognition came after he died.

Just like the soft ending of an orchestral ballad, the sun softly nuzzles under the horizon and gently nudges us towards our end.

I lean my head on Woozi's shoulder and sigh.

"Guess that means my time is up?" Woozi guesses and points to the last wisps of light peeking over the western horizon.

I nod but stay silent.

He smiles and grabs my hand in comfort. "I'm sure the time apart will fly by in a blink of an eye."

"It didn't last time." I mumble, turning my hand over to properly hold his.

"This time it will. I can feel it." He whispers and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head. "Come on now. The Great Jihoon can't be late for his last appearance in this world." He pats my hand against my thigh a couple times.

I lift my head off his shoulder and stand up with him.

"Which one bloomed for me?" He asks, nodding towards the white chrysanthemums.

Lifting my free hand, I point to the one on the far right. "That one."

"And what will happen to it once I leave?" Woozi continues to ask but he starts to lead me out of the garden.

"Do you want to know?" I ask, worried that it won't be up to his expectations.

He nods, "I want to know."

I exhale and say, "It'll wither and disappear."

"Oh." Woozi says softly.

"It's nothing special." I lower my gaze in embarrassment and release my hand from his. "The chrysanthemums are just there to remind me of the loves I have to wait for." I raise my head and find we've almost reached the lobby. "But the withering of one means that another is to come and that I'm one love closer to being free."

"I'll hold onto that last part and not think about the rest." Woozi says and our footsteps echo through the quiet and empty lobby.

Now it's my turn to lead our directions and Woozi grabs my hand again for comfort. We stay silent as we approach the departures door and my heart thunders against my chest. Opening the door, Woozi lets me pass through first with a small gesture.

At the edge of the forest, Shin stands stoic next to a running car, its red back lights like red eyes watching our every move.

"Do you think Sunny and Yuna are over there?" Woozi asks as we walk closer.

I look over at him and his eyes are filled with calm, genuine wonder. "Yuna will be there. I haven't seen Sunny pass through my hotel yet." I tell him honestly.

"And how many lives did Yuna have when she passed over?" He continues to question.

"She lived 8 lives." I inform him.

He looks straight ahead and straightens his shoulders in preparation to leave this world. "And Sunny?" He asks.

"When she was born as your child, she was on her 4th life and she had 6 more to go." I say and my hand remembers how lightly Sunny rested her hand in mine after she passed away in the human world.

Woozi nods and pats a hand over his heart. "Good."

We stop a few steps away from the car and Shin opens the car door for Woozi.

"Hey," Woozi pulls my hand so I'm turned towards him, "I remember that bit." He says quietly.

He raises my hand, palm up, then uses the other hand to drum his fingers against my palm. My eyes watch his fingers as they move against my skin.

Da, da-dum, da-dum-dum, da, da, da-dum.

My eyes look up to his which are studying my face for a reaction.

I smile softly, "That was the one." I remember the small rhythm from hours earlier.

"Don't forget it." Woozi instructs and points a finger at me.

I shake my head, "Never."

He smiles before capturing my face in his hands and bringing my lips to meet his in a deep kiss. I lean further in, not wanting to let go. But the nightly breeze that wraps around us directs us apart.

"I love you, (y/n)." Woozi whispers.

"I love you, Woozi." I say, just as quiet.

After one last kiss pressed against my forehead, Woozi pulls away and walks towards the car. He ducks into the car and Shin closes the door behind him. The car's brake lights brighten for a second before dimming and the car moves forward into the forest fog.

"What did he press into your hand?" Shin asks, walking up to me.

My eyes don't leave the fog but my hands reach for Shin's hands. Without breaking my gaze, I drum the melody against Shin's palm.

Da, da-dum, da-dum-dum, da, da, da-dum.

I let my hand hover over his palm for a second before letting go of his hands.

There is a heart beat of silence before Shin says, "Beautiful."

And back in my garden, the chrysanthemum sitting farthest to the right side withers away.

Return to the Navigation Page (Waning Crescent Hotel) to choose the next guest.

Woozi slides his hands down his thighs and exhales. "This is your last time doing this."

"What? Going to the forest?" I look over at him in confusion.

"Sending people off." He restates.

"But this time I get to leave too." I say and stand up, "Which makes it a last and a first."

Woozi stands up in front of me, "Then we should get this last-first show going."

I giggle at him and nod.

We walk hand in hand to the lobby where Yong, Mun Hee, Soon Bok, and Jiwoo stand solemnly.

"So this is it?" Mun Hee asks with tears in his eyes. "This is the day you leave us?"

I wrap him up in a hug, only a tiny bit annoyed that he's being so sappy. "Maybe I'll get punished again and be back here by the end of the year." I try to joke but Mun Hee abruptly pushes back from me.

"Don't you dare say that. You better not return here." He says angrily through his tears.

I chuckle, "I won't come back. I promise."

Turning to Soon Bok, I thank her for her service and her amazing work. Something I never did and should've done more.

Next onto Jiwoo. I also thank him for his and his entire family's service then I unclip the bracelet that has held him to this place.

"When you leave today, you won't be able to find this place again." I inform him, "I hope that you'll be able to go and live your life happily."

Jiwoo nods, "Thank you for letting me work with you. I won't ever forget you."

I smile sadly, "You will. But thank you."

Finally I reach Yong who is sniffling and trying so very hard not cry.

"You'd think after all these years of waiting that I'd be prepared for this day." She says through sniffles.

"Thank you, Yong." I rests my hands on her shoulders, "For everything. Thank you."

With lips pursed together, she leans forward and wraps me in an unexpected hug. But I soon wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly.

We pull apart after a couple seconds and I wipe the few tears that have escaped from her eyes.

"Keep this hotel running beautifully." I tell her before Woozi grabs my hand again.

With final waves of goodbye, Woozi and I walk out to the foggy forest that will take us to our resting place.

At the edge of the forest, Shin stands next to an idling car, a somber look on his face.

"(y/n)." He says when we reach him, "It has been an honor working with you. I wish you both a peaceful rest." Shin bows his head and I pat his arm.

"The honor was mine." I tell him with a smile. Now the tears start to line my eyes as the realization fully sets in.

I'm free. I served my years of punishment and now I'm free to let my soul rest.

I turn back towards the hotel and look up to the top where the rooftop patio is outlined with bright string lights. Then to the mid floors where random room lights are turned on, some guests staying in while others opting to experience the hotel's many services. Then to grand base where guests would be milling around, waiting their turns to leave this world.

"(y/n)?" Woozi softly asks pulling my attention to where he sits just inside the car, "Are you ready?"

I take one last quick look at the hotel before turning away from it. "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."

I lower myself into the car and Shin securely closes the door after I am completely inside. As the car begins to drive forward, Woozi securely grabs my hand and I let his warmth guide me towards our final destination.

In the garden, the final chrysanthemum withers and dies so that no more stand at the base of the bare tree.

#kpop #kpop imagine #seventeen #seventeen imagine #seventeen woozi #seventeen woozi imagine #woozi imagine #woozi #seventeen jihoon #seventeen jihoon imagine #jihoon imagine #lee jihoon imagine #lee jihoon #writer-k-pop #waning crescent hotel

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alexis-venkman · 3 years

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OOC:

Hey everyone,

I'm making this post to apologize for my slow replies (not that I don't take forever already, but you know what I mean). I've been having problems with my Borderline and splitting. It's been happening for almost 4 months now, but, sadly, there's no medication for people who have BPD as badly as I do. Mood stabilizers could make me worse, or just not work at all. And my therapist doesn't specialize in BPD, however, I have a book by a psychologist that specializes in it. So, I'm (slowly) reading that as well as watching his YouTube videos. It's a slow process, but I'm just starting off with this.

Not looking for sympathy, this is just how my life is sometimes and I've accepted that. I hate being this way, but I've come to terms with there being only so much I can do. I'm only saying this to keep you all in the loop and to apologize. I know you all don't mind and are very lovely about this type of stuff towards me and I CANNOT thank you enough. You are ALL beautiful, amazing, and caring people. And I appreciate each one of you more than you'll ever know.

That being said, I'm gonna try and get to some replies this weekend. If I do, but I don't to get to certain ones, please don't take it personally. I'm slowly trying to get myself out of this funk and back into writing. So, I may only be able to reply to 2 or 3 this weekend. Not to mention how well I can get Alexis to work with me.

Again, I'm sorry, but thank you all for being so supportive whenever I make posts like this.

Love,

Mun 💜💜💜💜

#ooc text #personal text #mun speaks #ooc #personal #text #ooc psa #psa

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dio-theshitpost-brando · 4 years

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This will be a massive list that’s basically, in order: DNI/DNF, About, Rules, Main AU description, Muse List.

Sorry it’s so long. I’ll be editing the pages again, but it is kind of important to have a pinned post since pages aren’t viewable on mobile.

(I will likely edit things off and on and I may make temporary posts referencing to here when I do that; particularly with the muse list. Aka, working on adding George even tho he’s baby...)

Do NOT interact/follow me if you:

Fit the general criteria (Anti-LGBT+ (including excluding any part of the community), Racist, Sexist, Etc. If your shit can be seen as hate speech Don’t Follow.)

If your blog is mostly NSFW/Kink. If I can skim your blog and not know, I don’t really care.

If you mostly rb discourse/drama. Like the above. Doesn’t matter if I can’t immediately tell, but once it’s a majority of your blog content it makes me anxious.

If you ship incest (J0/na/D10 ESPECIALLY COUNTS WITH THIS), because that shit is a huge trigger. Yes. Legitimate trigger. Don’t argue this with me.

If you ship underaged and adult characters, too. Please don’t. There’s people out there who like these things or don’t care, follow them instead, not me.

About:

First off, this is kind of a mashup shitpost/ask/roleplay blog, though... I do usually tend to roleplay with very specific people (and my format is weird, but has an on blog reason to be), and tend to still use images in those. I’d rather not have a bunch of blogs so I kind of push it all into a couple, so feel free to come at me with anything! I try to be as inclusive as I can be. Though there are a few rules that weren’t covered in DNI.

Also, all blog “canon” overlaps with my Jotaro blog! (jotaro-hoards-belts) They both stem from the same AUs.

Rules:

Obviously, no asks about ships that would be included in the above list.

While heavier content asks aren’t forbidden, I’d say to handle them with care. (Please consider the muse in question when considering how to bring up trauma. Aka I’d rather a “good” Dio not be taunted with his mother’s death; I’ve some headcanons that make that especially bad.)

Know that any triggering content in my stuff will be tagged and even if it’s of a certain variety I will not romanticize it. But I have some heavy headcanons and AU developments.

While muses can have a bit more freedom in reacting to muses on assumption, I’d rather muns and anons be openminded. For example, muses can be shitty about traumatic experiences, muns and anons cannot do that; however, anything that would relate to muses’ gender/orientation/race, I’d rather not deal with from muses OR muns.

AU Explanation:

With the rules out of the way, time to explain the AU situation. First thing’s first, is that actually all of this is kind of a multiverse situation. Think like Spiderverse or something like that, yeah.

I ALWAYS tag my AUs, now. I don’t have a list of which tags are for which AUs, but just clicking them and skimming them SHOULD clear some things up; if that doesn’t help just ask! I’m aware I do kind of a lot and it’s not always chronological, so I’m always A-Okay explaining things!

Fateswap:

Fateswap is basically a Jonathan-Dio roleswap. Though, slap it with a heavy dose of butterfly effect and it basically means “oops everything’s different!” Granted, there are kind of 2 timelines, but I use completely different tags for those muses, so it should be easy to tell which is which. The one I usually use is also referred to as “Fateswap-B”, and it’s essentially the “main” timeline, now.

The general gist of the AU is Vampire Jonathan and Hamon User Dio. There’s other changes too, since I refer to it as “Fate” swap, not “Role” swap. Dio has George in the AU, for instance. There’s lots of changes, but instead of making this longer, I will just say that there’s always sending asks to muses. (Or to me, but it’s a character ask blog for a reason, yeah?)

This blog will stay more focused on Part 1 of the AU, outside of events. If you’d like to ask about other parts, my ‘Jotaro’ blog is at part 6 in the AU!

Muse List:

Name: Dio Joestar Display name: Ham!Dio Age/DOB: 25 // April 20 Height: ~5'10"/178cm AU: Fateswap-B ;; fateswapSCRATCH.exe AU Overview: Dio turns Jonathan into a vampire, learns hamon, then- wait. Oops Time traveled, learned life (more like death) spoilers and decided to apologize instead of go for the kill. Extra info: By the power of unexpected time travel and universe hopping he was set on a path that basically can be summed up as “Fateswap but mostly everyone lives.” Has since bettered himself and, to split all associations with a certain man, has just taken his adoptive family’s last name. He avoids fighting as best as he can. He lives with Erina who helps him take care of his son, George. He also has been adopted by or adopted various JoJos. Give him the chance and he’ll adopt more. Also, did I mention? Dude fucking hates moose.

Name: Erina Pendleton Display name: FS!Erina Age/DOB: 23 // March 18 Height: ~5'10"/178cm AU: Fateswap-B ;; fateswapSCRATCH.exe AU Overview: [See Dio’s entry.] Extra info: Lives with Dio to help raise George; only slightly regrets it. With her around you can’t roast Dio in any way that matters, she’s got it covered. She takes no shit and is always prepared to fight, and isn’t scared of much; regularly tussles a hungry vampire. Loves moose only because Dio hates them. Despite that, and other ways in which she harasses Dio she’d consider him her best friend at this point. If you care for your life don’t imply they are anything more in front of her. She helps Vampjo hunt for food; or rather, does it for him. Definitely considers Jonathan to be another dear friend, and truthfully nothing more.

Name: Jonathan Joestar Display name: Vampjo Age/DOB: 24 // April 4 Height: ~6'5"/195cm AU: Fateswap-B ;; fateswapSCRATCH.exe AU Overview: [See Dio’s entry.] Extra Info: Despite needing to eat people to survive, he’s quite hesitant to kill. With Erina’s help he eats anyway, to stop from attacking innocent people, or the few people he cares about. He definitely has a lot bottled up, though doesn’t like to speak much until he warms up. He also tends to try to stay to himself, though is slowly becoming more comfortable around people since completely isolating himself proves to just be self destructive. As such he goes from staying at Windknight’s Lot, to staying in the manor, moving between the two depending on how he feels. He is far from completely trusting Dio again, but does his best to be at least moderately friendly. Mostly for Erina and George’s sakes.

Name: Dio Pendleton Display name: ??? Age/DOB: 23 before death. // April 20 Height: ~5'10"/178cm AU: Previously Fateswap-A ;; fateswapDisk1.exe Currently lives in between universes ;; withinTheFurthestRing.exe AU Overview: Turned JoJo into a vampire, tried to kill him but only destroyed his body, married Erina, had George, then got killed and body snatched. Basically Hamon Dio without the cross universe stuff. Also is now a dullahan, of sorts. Nice. Extra info: His head will come off if his ribbon is removed. Also, since he’s a really busted ass ghost who is NEVER invisible he drains the energy of the surrounding area like a bitch, making places he goes cold. Used to use Joestar-Brando as last names but after finding the rest of his family he took Erina’s last name like mostly everyone else did. They just chill in between universes, now. Also the best way to describe how he acts is Hamon Dio but if the only thing he felt bad about was disrespecting Erina and not All Of The Bullshit He Did. Has been recently given a bit of a gift...

#ooc #figure seeing blogs i'd like to interact with and gettng more traffic is a good time to make this all a lil more clear #i need to work on thos requests then i can get to a few more content related asks!

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fletchlingfletcher · 4 years

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Halla is just like... SUCH an important character to me. I know that I meme her and Victor a ton and her blog is like half shitposts and not much rp content but like... She actually means so much to me and the fact that I can do those things means so much to me

(big sap, long post, lots of feelings under the cut)

I know I made the posts around Christmas of uhhhhhh 2018 I'm pretty sure? But I made these posts about creating Corinne and how she was mine and I made her for me and I was grateful for having a partner now that encouraged her growth and my wants, but that's only half true. The idea of Corinne was entirely me, but when I made her, there were still these.... preconceived notions and unwritten rules about her rp. She was going to be written with Jurien. They weren't necessarily going to be romantically involved...but they probably would be and either way she'd still be written platonically with him. That was how it worked. I only wrote with Jurien's mun. Sure, she'd tell me to branch out and make friends, but that was "cheating" on her and I was always, always made to feel guilty about it when I tried.

Miah was the first outside person I was allowed to write with. Because Jurien's mun knew Miah, and Miah was ok because he wasn't going to steal Corinne away (and he didn't, for the record. This entire ship started long after Jurien was out of the picture). Miah knew Corinne was with Jurien and she was supposed to be with Jurien and nobody else.

And then Jurien stopped coming around as much. For plenty of valid reasons like school and work and raising a child and sustaining a family. And one not so valid reason and a million lies and anger and hurt around it. Jurien stopped coming around while Yuki was off hidden and secret and building her own circle.

So Corinne got hard to write. Because she was with Jurien. Because so much of her involved Jurien. Because even though she had her lessons with Miah and her possession plot in the works, I knew that I couldn't do too much without Jurien or it'd blow up in my face. I'd be "cheating." And I was so terrified of losing the biggest, really the ONLY rp connection I had. The person I'd been writing with for years. The person who brought me into FFXIV because she said she wanted to keep writing with me but wanted a change of scenery.

So I stopped playing Corinne.

I tried. And I wanted to. But there were too many ooc fights and emotions that made her near impossible to write without Jurien. And Jurien's mun didn't want to be Jurien and I wasn't supposed to know about Yuki.

So I made Halla.

I made the little purple-haired miqo'te who looked Innocent but was actually a sarcastic asshole that I originally rolled as my very first character in FFXIV...that I re-rolled (a dozen more times until she turned into Trisselle) because Jurien's mun didn't like her. I made EXACTLY what I wanted to do whatever I wanted with.

Or that was the plan anyway. I didn't tell Jurien's mun I had made Halla. She didn't tell me about Yuki. But I also didn't actively hide it from her (like, well, you know). She still knew when I was online. And hell, I was still so conditioned and terrified to rp with anyone but Jurien's mun that Halla didn't do anything but content for the longest time.

Until I mentioned it to Miah, who went through an almost identical situation with her last rp partner. Who understood everything I was going through when things with Jurien and Corinne and myself and Jurien's mun were falling apart. Who knew us both and desperately wanted us to stay friends and would never ever overstep a boundary or infringe upon that. Who was also struggling to write her main character despite our attempts with writing Corinne and Miah as student and mentor.

So...we wrote a scene with Victor and Halla. And it was fun! It was so much fun!! It was like rp'ing for the first time again. There was no obligation. They didn't have to get along. They could be jerks to each other. They could piss each other off. They could find little things and build up, get to know each other for no reason other than wanting to, not because they had to end up together in the end, but hey, if they did that would be fun and a natural flow of things.

Halla was completely and truly and utterly mine. I didn't have to write her with Victor. I could plant her in the Quicksand for casual walk ups. I could make a looking for rp post for her without having to mention her relationship status everywhere. I could have fun writing again.

My creation of Halla (and subsequently her rp with Victor) wasn't the only thing that led to me and Jurien's mun parting ways and doing so in the manner that we did. There was a lot of really really awful stuff going on that I don't think anyone wants to hear about again... But it'd also be a lie to say that Halla didn't have a pretty big part in the split.

I could have deleted her. I could have apologized and begged for forgiveness like I usually did. I probably could have cut Miah off, tucked my tail between my legs, and gone right back to that little hole I'd ended up in. But I didn't. And I don't know why. Maybe I got tired of it? Maybe I realized how messed up it all was? Maybe finally having a taste of a healthy partnership and freedom gave me the guts I wish I had earlier? But I haven't regretted it.

I won't lie and say it's been easy. The things I went through, I still deal with. I'm still unlearning things. I'm still struggling with certain things.

But I still have Halla. And she's still just as fun to write as she was the very first time I did it on her. I'm happy I had Miah in the mix too. I couldn't have asked for someone better to give me that first experience on Halla and to remind me of what rp could and should be. The Victor and Halla ship was never pre-planned. I was never pressured to do it. I was never stuck with that as my one and only option. The ship works because it happened over time and it happened naturally. The ship works because writing these two together has been fun and enjoyable, not suffocating. The ship works because neither of us are a hostage in it, we BOTH like it.

I'm glad I made Halla. I'm glad I kept Halla. I'm glad Halla got to be written with Victor. I'm glad Halla is still with Victor.

Corinne might be my main, but Halla is MINE and I love her and I love Victor and I love everything she and they have done for me and mean to me.

#i might delete this later or eventually #but i've been in my feelings about halla lately #especially last night #because i got a commission back that just #means the world to me #because the last time i commissioned this artist it was of corinne and jurien #i think it might have been the LAST piece i commissioned of corinne and jurien #and it still gets notes sometimes #idk why but it does #but now i have halla #and i have this piece that's halla and victor #and i hope that it gets as many notes if not more #because halla is so special to me #and it means the world to have something better #and be in a better place in part because of her

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regisluciscaelum · 4 years

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About the Mun’s Medical Issues

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Hello everyone! There’s something important I have to clear up, and it would be far easier to do it in my About section. If not, I’d have to explain this to each of my partners individually once the issues come up.

This is important information that affects all my roleplays and partners, so please read this.

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Question: Wow, you disappeared for a year! What happened?

Answer: I momentarily put Reggie on a mini hiatus during college, which might make people think I was swamped with college for about a year. But that’s not the case. In January of this year, I got very, very sick. I have been in and out of the hospital since then, and have battling my condition for a little around a year now. Due to my spending more time in the hospital than out, I ended up having to drop my second semester of college.

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Question: What’s wrong?

Answer: I have a neurological condition that’s ‘idiopathic’ in nature. Which basically means the doctors can’t figure out why I have it, or what’s really causing it. I have increased cranial pressure. Meaning that my brain is being squished inside my skull. They determined that the increase of pressure on my brain is because of too much cerebral spinal fluid- but they can’t tell why or what’s going on.

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Question: What does this mean?

Answer: Your spinal cord connects up near the back of your head. So the worst of the pressure is pushing on the optic center- or the ‘vision processing’ center of my brain. I see two separate images instead of one. So, imagine playing a split screen video game- that’s how I see the world on a daily basis. My brain can’t process the information coming in from both my eyes into one image, like it normally does.

Other symptoms include:

Losing feeling on the right side of my body, having no reflexes on the right side of my body, not being able to move my right hand as well, and losing peripheral vision in my right eye. The biggest symptom I have that will affect you guys is as follows:

Memory loss.

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Question: How will this affect our roleplays?

Answer: Sometimes I may forget details about your character, canon character or not. Sometimes I may forget fine details about my own character, fine details about the game, or fine details about events. I may forget to send you things I promise to send.

On a bad head day, I may come into your IM’s and ask you what our current thread’s plot was even about, and what it is exactly that we’re role playing. This isn’t because I lost interest, I’m not paying attention to your character, or I don’t care about the threads. I promise you, I’ve read everything about your character, but things may slip up.

Therefore, I’m sorry for asking silly or obvious questions sometimes.

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However, I am getting better.

I was on 10 pills a day just to keep me from going blind for about a year. But my symptoms are improving, so my Ophthalmologist and my Neurologist at the hospital have lowered my dose. This is the biggest reason why I wasn’t able to roleplay while I was sick- I was on 10 pills a day. Their side effects? Sedation. I was awake for maybe 3, 4 hours a day. But the dose is low enough now that I’m more awake than I’ve been since this started. I’ve regained my peripheral vision- I lost vision temporarily due to the pressure on my optic nerves cutting off blood flow. But I got on the pills quickly enough to regain the majority of my vision back.

I can move my hands better, I’m awake longer, and my memory is improving bit by bit. But I’m still not out of the woods yet- so I apologize if I sometimes ask obvious questions, or if I forget details about your character. I promise it SHOULD be getting better. Heck, I’m even starting my second semester again this January.

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Thank you very much for taking the time to read through this- I just wanted to explain to you why I may act odd sometimes. Question: What should we do if you forget?

Answer: Remind me. Poke your head in and tell me we agreed on a thing, I promised to send you a thing, I owe you a reply, or something else. I won’t be able to remember otherwise. So if it feels to you like I’ve forgotten something, or that something is wrong with a post, please tell me so I can fix it. I won’t have any way of knowing if you don’t. In this case, you won’t be pestering me, you’d be really helping me out.

#about #important #save

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spottedlekkudancer · 6 years

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Enemies to Lovers (pt4)

@lowlyapprentice Mun: Okay. Kind of a cliff hanger, but lets be honest. WE ALL KNOW WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN. And as promised, smut will be arriving shortly. Just be patient. PS: Again this is unedited. It’s three in the morning and my Aunt wants me up at 9. Sorry.

“Ya know my aunt use to call dicks ‘slip sticks’” For some reason, telling your best friend this gave you great joy. A shit eating grin was not far away when this left your mouth.

Izhellia turned in her pilot’s chair towards you; annoyed and concerned. “So horrifically humorless jokes and stupidity run in your family…I didn’t know that was hereditary.”

Her inquiry was not the reaction you were expecting and you punched her in the arm for it. “What the actual kriff. You don’t have to be mean about it.”

Your friend rolled her eyes. “Oh my apologies your Highness.” The long flight was making her more sarcastic than usual. You didn’t blame her. You were no pilot so that required her to stay behind the controls for the entire way back from your vacation.

The two of you spent the last month at an underrated tropical resort out in wild space. It was an all expense paid trip to you from Elli as a reward for not signing on for another 6 years of service. After all that time working for the Empire as an imperial officer you desperately wanted a normal and relaxing life. Elli knew all the best places to go, as she owned and ran a 5 star travel agency, and this vacation was no doubt better than any of your wildest dreams. Kriff, you had had your own cabana boy the entire time.

Now that was relaxation.

Izhellia pulled down on the accelerator in a means to slow her yacht down.“Don’t be alarmed, but I think we’re being followed.” She didn’t sound concerned, but you knew this was definitely not normal. The ship you were in was expensive so it could have been anything from Pirates to Imperial officers. However, you doubted it was the latter. The empire had yet to start mapping this far out in the unknown regions. “I can’t tell what kind of ship it is. I’m going to swing around to get a better look.”

“Ya, Copy.” You gripped the arm rests of your chair subconsciously as the anxiety racked though your bones.

The brunet did as she said she would, smoothly and without showing the least bit of worry. Was she really so naive to not comprehend the gravity of the situation? This ship had little shields and no weapons. It was meant for interstellar luxury travel not defense.

You noted that the ship that was elegantly trailing you stopped approving when Ellie turned to acknowledged it. It was oddly shaped, something alien that you hadn't come across in your 4 years of study nor your 6 years in service. The smooth angularity of it looked to be far more advanced than the average species as well; rivaling if not better than the empire’s own technology. It was also much larger than your own ship. Ten times the size in fact.And with weapons. Definitely a military cruiser class you figured. It was obvious now that you were dealing with something potentially far greater a risk than pirates. You wouldn’t be able to out run this enemy.

Not a moment too soon a bing from the com tore you from your thoughts. The alien cruiser was attempting to make contact. Then in a language you were unfamiliar with the thing spoke its demands.

Izhellia reached for the mic button and you had to slap her hand away. “Screw this, let's just jump to the nearest hyperlane.”

Ellie shook her head. “Can’t. We are too close to a nebula, you don’t want to know what will happen to us if we hit that at lightspeed.” She took your hand in hers and patted it reassuringly. “Don’t worry, this isn’t my first rodeo.” Izhellia then turned back to her task and in what you assumed was fore different languages (Including basic and Sy Byisty) said the following. “I apologize. We do not speak your language. Please repeat or let us leave in peace.”

It took a few minute for the cruiser to respond. The voice this time was different. You could definitely tell now that this voice was a male and the voice prior to his was female in nature. (Or so you assumed) “This is Commander Vanto of the Chiss Defense fleet. State your business.”

In that split second your heart cart wheeled. You lept for the Com mic, ripping it out of Izhellia’s hands. “ELI?”

In reality your hopes should not have existed. Eli Vanto was pronounced dead after he had gone missing during a mission half a year ago. In truth, his loss was one of the biggest reasons you had in leaving the Empire. He was your only confidant and friend in those years, however long your distance might have been from one another.

When the disembodied voice replied it was far less confident and far more cautious. “Whom am I speaking to? State your name and business.”

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//Basic info for Marius. For details about the ‘mun, see “mun’s info.” Sorry for the wall of text.//

Name: Marius

Age: ??? (appears to be anywhere between the age of 45-55)

Sex: Agender (prefers male pronouns)

Height: 5'8.5"

Weight: 183 lbs.

Blood type: ???

Species: Merfolk

Sexual preference: Pansexual

Birthday: ???

Voice claim: Mitch Grassi

-Background-

Marius was born somewhere in the Pacific ocean to strict parents. He grew up with the idea that humans are dangerous and to never go near them. His parents forbid him from wandering too far from the reef and expected him to follow each and every one of their rules. They wanted him to marry a merperson of the alternate kind, and they arranged a marriage for him when he was at the young age of 11, but they were not to be wed until the age of 20. The merperson he was to marry had no interest in him, and neither did he have feelings for them. One day, he planned to leave and never return, to escape his fate and from the clutches of his cold parents.

His parents forced him to take up a medical practice for the merfolks, but he discovered he did not have a knack for it. He was never satisfied with the study and profession, and other merfolk regarded him as “the worse doctor in the pacific.” As the 20th year of his life approached, he became more anxious to leave his place of birth.

By age 19, Marius was fed up of his parents and the society of which he was brought into. He kept to himself and avoided other merfolks, for fear of attachment when he planned to move away. He did, however, rescue a baby octopus from the looming predators in his reef. The poor thing was frightened and injured, and he sheltered it and nursed it back to health. He tried to release the little fellow, but he refused to go. So, he chose a name from a book he once found while collecting trinkets from a sunken ship, and kept him; he was named Aristotle.

His 20th birthday soon arrived and instead of receiving a warm celebration from his family, he was rushed to the Temple of Neptune to meet his soon-to-be spouse. Marius, however, hadn’t planned on marrying that day and took off with his pet octopus. His parents were outraged and embarrassed, both apologizing to the family of his suitor for their child’s behavior. But he was not sorry, and he didn’t care what his spouse would say. He swam far away from his reef, and never looked back. That was the last time his parents ever saw him.

It had been many, many years later since his escape from his prison. He survived on his own, with Aristotle at his side. They’ve hunted together and protected each other from the dangers of the ocean. One instance, Marius was being hunted by a shark and he had to fight the beast tooth and nail to live. He managed to kill the predator, but with great taxation. He never had any troubles with sharks, but this one encounter was enough to frighten him and avoid them at all costs.

He found out that he had a knack for healing animals, not merfolk. The whole time, he thought of himself as a failure when in actuality, his calling was to heal marine life. From his studies and travels, he has healed and saved many creatures big and small. A patient of his led him to the discovery of humans, and Marius was enraged that they attempted to harm wildlife. He became obsessed with studying humans from afar, and learning that not only do they intentionally harm wildlife, they do it unintentionally too. He hated the humans in the huge boats with the nets, hated the ones with the big spears that took down whales, hated the ones who maimed sharks and turtles, hated the ones that drilled and spilled black, toxic sludge into the ocean, hated the ones that kidnapped wildlife and never returned them to their home. He observed them from a distance, and no matter how far away he was, he could feel their greedy hands around his neck to yank him from the sea.

As the years passed, Aristotle’s lifespan was coming to an end, the normal life expectancy for an octopus. Marius was aware of it and he dreaded the day he had to say goodbye. Sooner or later, it happened. He woke up one morning to find his little friend snuggled up in his arms, but paler than the moon. He checked for signs of life, a standard procedure nowadays, but found none. The shock hit him like a wave against a jetty. He cried and cried, and held his friend close for hours until it was time to lay him to rest. He dug deep in the ocean floor and buried him, marking his grave with a heavy rock and kissed it before swimming away.

Marius wanders the ocean, in search of knowledge and marine life who need his held. He has had close calls with humans and predators. One day, he drifted into the bay of a busy fishing town. He watched the boats go in and out of the harbor and he felt nothing. That is, until a human had captivated his eye. It was tall, lanky human with yellow glass over the eyes, and a peculiar shape on the head. He kinda looked….grumpy. Something was on his left hand, an accessory he had never seen before. And this human was covered in cloth! So much cloth! He didn’t understand why, for merfolk don’t wear cloth. But he was so…handsome. Marius was smitten with the human, and it brought him such confusion because he was supposed to hate and fear them. But this one? He doesn’t hunt marine life, he doesn’t drill into the seabeds, he doesn’t do anything like that. He was so enraptured by him that he started to follow him whenever he could see him from the water. His heart pounded in his chest, his cheeks were tickled pink, and his eyes sparkled when he saw him. But he knew he could never be with him. Merfolk and humans are not supposed to be together. All he could do was pine for him.

-Anatomy-

The merfolk have evolved to include both male and female reproductive organs to reproduce. The male reproductive organs are internal, but when aroused, it pokes through protective folds and becomes erect. Outwardly, they all appear to be female because of placement of the male organ. It is slightly above the middle of the hips, and is hidden beneath the skin. The female reproductive organ appears on the underside of the tail, marked by a slit. Breeding had become difficult and scarce among the merfolk, therefore making it necessary to find a way to reproduce. Merfolk are genderless, but they are intelligent enough to choose if they want to identify with a gender. There are two types of species of merfolk: masculine and feminine. For example, some feminine merfolk prefer to have she/her pronouns, some prefer they/them, and some prefer he/him; the same with masculine merfolk. The only difference between them is their appearance and physical attributes. The feminine ones have more breast tissue and are usually shorter in length, but those are the only two differences. Because of these differences, they are classified into two types, otherwise they are basically the same. They cannot reproduce on their own, they need to mate with another merperson. Either type can carry offspring.

They have two sets of lungs, one for water-breathing and one for air-breathing, both in the chest cavity. They are half the size of human lungs for the sake of space for both pairs. The gills are located on the sides of the neck, in three slits. It is not known by many merfolks that they also have a pair of legs. When the tail is dried entirely, it splits into two legs and the scales and fins disappear. When they are wet with a foreign substance other than their own bodily fluids, the legs will pull together and merge into a tail fin, and the tail will remain unless it is dried again. The reproductive organs remain in their places, but only the female organ changes in appearance when the merperson has legs. It takes the shape of a human female’s vulva instead of a slit on the underside of a fish tail.

-Personality-

Marius is a kind, gentle soul that has seen the harsh reality of mother nature. He tends to root for the underdog, or the weak species. He can be found lurking around the reefs, looking for sick or injured animals and fish to help. He’s not the type to start fights, but he can and will defend himself when he needs to. He comes across as timid, but curious. He wants to learn about the many mysteries the ocean has to offer, but he can sense danger and knows when to retreat. He doesn’t have much of a temper and doesn’t come off as intimidating. When angered, he tries to hide it but he’s not very good at hiding emotions. If he feels threatened, like any cornered animal, he will strike or attack. In the past, he has had two encounters where a predator backed him against an inescapable area, and he killed to save himself. He has never “snapped” and killed for the thrill of it or out of anger.

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If you’ve managed to make it to the end of this, congratulations! I thank you for taking the time to read about Marius. When you’re ready, send the message “I hope you know what ambergris is” in the form of an ask or a dm. Hope to hear from you!

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