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[Mild] Naughty Journal Sumeru Edition

Imagine having a journal dedicated for jotting down all [lewd] fantasies about that certain hot guy. But then one thing led to another and now mister certain hot guy learns of your indecent thoughts towards him. What happens next?

Contents include [Journal Entry Highlights] and [How they find out about your secret and their reaction].

Starring : Alhaitham, Cyno, Kaveh, Tighnari, Wanderer (Separate)

Tags / Warnings : 🌶 [Mild Chili] Suggestive themes; Stalking; Masturbating; Stray cuss words; (Me) fangirling over Alhaitham; A hint of drama / feeling insecure if you squint; Implication of human trafficking; Mentions of being affected by posion mushroom (please, do not carelessly approach, eat, or touch mushrooms unless confirmed they are safe); (Over exposure to) Aphrodisiac; Tighnari's scene 😳; etc.

I have no beta reader so...yes. Sorry if there are grammatical / spelling errors.

Also, most scenes are on or before version 3.3 because I have been slacking on my Archon Quest.

Future Plan : Chilis Naughty Journal Sumeru Edition; But first, I will finish the ones listed in Teasers Maltesers (Jan 13)

Links : Pinned Post, [Mild] Naughty Journal ft. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya (Separate), [Chilis] Naughty Journal ft. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya (Separate), [Mild + Chili] Naughty Journal Scaramouche Request, Teasers Maltesers (Jan 13)

Note : [W/N] means Wanderer's Name.

Target audience is female (bodied) reader.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy and look forward to [NSFW Ending] in the far future.

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📚 ALHAITHAM

Journal Entry Highlights :

> In all honesty, the only reason why I am working hard as a scholar is not for the prestige or the Akademiya. 🙄

> Who cares if I graduated from the Akademiya?

> Now, I just want a good reason to interact with the scribe.

> Will I ever catch the full, undivided attention of our virile scribe? 🥺

> Archons look at those rock hard muscles 🤤🥩

> And down there, I bet he has a big juicy package. 🤤🌭

> HOW CAN YOU CALL THAT A SCHOLAR??!

> I've never taken a penis before but I sure as hell would not mind if Alhaitham breaks my mouth or pussy. 🥺🥵

> *based on observations and approximations, insert Alhaitham's length and girth when flaccid and when erected complete with an "as close as possible" drawing of his penis*

> *insert detailed fantasies of you and Alhaitham doing the deed and recording it using the Akasha... For future reference 👀*

> *insert calculations of how long Alhaitham would last in bed*

> *insert details of how you masturbate to Alhaitham*

> *insert fantasies of how Alhaitham masturbates and where his preferred spots are*

> Fuck, I want Alhaitham to breed me so bad! 🥵

> *insert something like Punnett Square here*

> *insert description of your offsprings based on calculation and data*

> I need to become a better scholar so I can be a worthy breeding material. ❤️

How they find out about your secret and their reaction :

“Excuse me,” you modestly asked the group of students perched on a bench outside the Akademiya. "Have you seen a [favourite colour] journal with a dendro symbol engraved on its cover?"

"No. Did you lose your journal?" eyeing you from head to toe, one of the students asked curtly.

"Why would a researcher lose their journal? Only an unsystematic person who's incapable of passing the Akademiya would do that," another responded.

"I believe the correct question is: why would a researcher not use the Akasha? Don't tell me you don't know how to utilize it?" the last of the group mocked.

To this, the students laughed.

Of course. As expected from the people of the Akademiya. Most of them were a bunch of entitled pricks and this group - luckily - was one of them. Why did you even bother asking nicely?

Regardless if they were kind or not, you still had to act friendly. Why? Because it was an emergency. Your notebook full of Alhaitham smut was missing. Five days already passed and still the naughty journal was yet to be seen. You figured no one would take interest in a non-academic-looking journal but it seems you were wrong...hopefully. Archons, all you wanted was to have your notebook in your arms.

A defeated sigh escaped your lips. You were desperate to look for it and inquiring with people was your last resort. You never really had your hopes up but you figured it was worth a shot. Apparently, retracing your steps bore no fruit. Now, it didn't matter if a commoner or even the General Mahamatra found the item. As long as Alhaitham himself doesn't know, you were contented. Why?

Because he was a bookworm. The last time you were sure you were in possession of your debauchery-filled notebook was when you saw the scrivener and sneaked behind him to ogle at his build. When you arrived at your room to add a lewd entry, lo and behold the journal was gone. Imagine what if the scribe found it?

Agh! Whatever! Maybe the young man was right. Maybe you were unsystematic. Maybe your writing, like majority of your academic paper, was already in the trash. It made sense because you weren't from a family of scholars, anyway.

Exhausted, you shook your head, chose to tune out the discourteous remarks thrown at you and flee the scene.

"It seems you three are not in the know," a manly voice said.

That voice! You'd recognize that even if you were blindfolded! Of course you'd love to hear his voice anytime but you'd prefer it in a more expressive manner.

For example, hearing him grunt as he fucks you deep.

"The reason why Miss [your name] decided to instead utilize a hand-written journal is because of the sensitive data in her research. Its details are not yet in the Akasha and it is strictly not intended for audiences such as yourselves," Alhaitham reasoned. "Miss, did your assistant misplace your notes?"

OMG! OMG! Alhaitham - THE Alhaitham - was talking to you!

"Yes. It is as you said," you choked out, riding along his speculation.

Alhaitham was wrong about you having an assistant but he was right about the data being sensitive.

Anyway, the point was!

The point was! Alhaitham, your sexy academic stud, interacted with you! And he defended you against these pups!

However, proud people, when their exaggerated self-esteem is trampled upon, would retaliate.

"Not for audiences such as ourselves? Are you calling us less-learned?? You are just a scribe!" one of the students grouched.

"Dear, did you know that being a scribe requires a high level of education?" you calmly retorted, crossing your arms as elegantly as possible.

Keep cool! Keep cool! The toothsome scrivener was watching!

"What do you mean? A scribe only serves as a public secretary, nothing more!"

"A scribe, my dear, is a LEARNED person who indeed serves as a copyist, among other roles. Tell us then, how do you think can a scribe produce academically correct and non-ambiguous reports if he does not understand the data given to him?" you raised an eyebrow as you questioned the dumbfounded students. How dare they talk smack against your stud??

You could see it in their eyes. They wanted to argue back but they learned, based from the word definition in the Akasha, that you were right. They still had an insignificant probability to win the debate but you didn't want them to actually come up with a retort. Showing no mercy against pip-squeaks like these, your favourite trump card was-

"It seems you lack the vocabulary - something a student such as yourselves should expand. You are all from [Darshan], correct? Perhaps I should suggest to add linguistics courses to you all so you may enrich your knowledge."

Additional subjects to extend the academic years recommended by an alumnus. Who would want that, right?

"Ahem! N - no need," a student quickly replied.

The three students hurriedly gathered their belongings and scrambled to their feet.

"We didn't find any [favourite colour] notebook. Try somewhere else," they said before dashing away with their tails between their legs.

Alhaitham let out an amused chuckle. Knowing the scribe rarely showed any emotions, you wanted to see what kind of expression was he making. However, you were too embarrassed to look at your saviour.

"Ahem...," you noised. "Thank you."

With this, you finally had the courage to face Alhaitham. As usual, he had a serious look on his face - similar to a person who had not had coffee in the morning. In response to your gratitude, he simply nodded.

"You ought to be careful," the scribe spoke.

"Yes, you're right. Thank you," you responded rather too quickly as Alhaitham's next move drained the colors on your face.

It was as you feared. Alhaitham had your naughty journal - your oh-so-sinful diary. All you could do was freeze and stare at the object as he nonchalantly handed it to you. In your mind, you calculated the probability of the scribe reading your notes.

After a few seconds of what seemed to you like years, Alhaitham noised to catch your attention, his hands still in the air to return your item. You stuttered and shakily took the notebook from the man.

"T - Thank you...," you squeaked quietly, now red as a henna berry.

Around ninety-nine percent. That was how likely he read your notes.

"It would be troublesome if someone else found your journal. Luckily for you, it was an eremite. He did not understand its contents and nearly decided to hand it over to the nearest scholar around. But when he flipped the pages and saw a drawing of me, he deemed I was its best recipient."

So, the eremite did not see your lewd drawings? Or did he not understand you drew some penises?

"I applaud how detailed your entries are. Your thorough descriptions assists in picturing the narrated erotic scenes. Even the way how you and I masturbated were vividly represented."

"You've read it?!" you gasped in surprise.

You shrank. Obviously he read it. If he didn't, he would not know you wrote something about masturbating, right? You should have known a percent probability meant a trivial chance.

"Th - Then earlier, with those students...?"

"What I said was true, wasn't it? The information contained in that journal are all sensitive. I believe I also mentioned they are not suitable audiences to read these notes," Alhaitham responded plainly, as if the situation was not embarrassing at all. Well, for him it wasn't.

"W - wha...! B - But, when you said it is not in the Akasha terminal...?!" you stuttered again, spouting nonsense as your thoughts were occupied in recalling all the lewd entries you had written in your notebook.

"Another fact," Alhaitham simply replied before issuing a warning. "Although an Akasha terminal can be used to record events, I would advise against it."

He then proceeded to discuss why it was not ideal to utilize the Akasha in recording, especially pornographic scenes. Of course, you weren't a kid and you knew the dos and don'ts, yet the scribe reprimanded you as if you actually did a don't.

"I understand, thank you. It was just a fantasy, though," was all you could utter after the brief lecture, to which Alhaitham hummed in response.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he added.

The scribe pinned you against the wall while gazing into your eyes, making you squeal and feel your legs turn jelly. His intent stare was as if he was deciphering your very core. You squeezed your thighs and waited for his next words.

"You should correct your data. Compared to what you have declared, my penis is bigger, and my stamina and erection can last longer."

What??

You were stunned at Alhaitham's bold declaration, gawking as vulgar scenes flashed into your mind. Your pussy cried love juice and excitedly clenched at nothing. So he was bigger? If you two did the deed, would he fit?? And if he did, how long would he pound your poor untrained pussy???

Why would he reveal such things in the first place?!

As if pinning you wasn't enough for a tease, the scribe blessed you with a seductive smirk before whispering in your ear.

"I can provide you actual data if you wish."

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🐺 CYNO

Journal Entry Highlights :

> The General Mahamatra always look so serious

> I mean, his job must be so stressful, right? 😳

> He must have a lot of pent-up desires, right? 😳😳

> *insert fantasy wherein you suggest giving Cyno head to ease his tension*

> *insert fantasy wherein Cyno lets out his sexual frustrations on you*

> RAWR I BET HE'S GOING TO BE ROUGH 🥵😏

> *insert fantasy wherein Cyno fucks you all evening*

> "Heh... You're finally awake. I've already dumped a couple of loads into you. Your pussy is literally oozing out my cum."

> If Cyno would punish me, I hope it would be sexual torture 🥵😏

> *insert roleplay fantasy here wherein you are hunted down by Cyno and he uses you as a cum dump instead*

> Feel free to use my body, sir 🥵

> But in all seriousness, I hope he gets to relax, even for just a few minutes 🥺

> *insert sweet fluffy scenes with Cyno here*

> *insert cute domestic scenes here*

> Speaking of which, I heard him telling a joke once. I shouldn't pry but... I don't know if I'll laugh at the joke itself, or his delivery, or his poker face, or his long explanation! 🤣

> His joke went like : *insert Cyno's joke here*

> *insert more of Cyno's jokes here*

> *insert your own personal comeback or supplement to his jokes*

> If we are going to have babies, I bet Cyno would pass down all his jokes as inheritance

> Cute desert babies!! 😍❤️

How they find out about your secret and their reaction :

You excitedly packed your belongings, smiling happily at the thought of traveling with expenses already paid.

"You've always wanted to go there, right? Well, you're in luck as I have to conduct research in the area. Why don't you join me? I'll cover your lodging."

It was a too-good-to-be-true opportunity - too appealing that you did not let it pass even when you had some doubts. Anyway, surely your friend would not scam you when they said you could tag along in their journey free of charge. You had your own money so even if they did make you contribute Mora, you were prepared.

As a scholar of Amurta, you wanted to learn more about life behind The Wall of Samiel. In this trip, maybe you could practice adapting in the desert. Maybe you could learn more about the desert people's culture and preferences. You know, just in case you and Cyno decided to have kids and settle down in the desert.

Which was impossible, currently. Because number one: Cyno was a dedicated General Mahamatra. And number two: Cyno had no clue you and him were dating.

"Hi, thanks for letting me join you in your research!" you immediately greeted your friend with gratitude.

"No problem! We have to hurry, though. We don't want to be late on our accommodations," your friend brushed off, focusing on their map and beckoning you to pick up the pace.

You got to your meeting place thirty minutes early yet your friend made it seem you were late. Whatever, you couldn't complain. You were benefitting from this expedition anyway. Instead of grumbling, you acted like a sensible adult, did as instructed, and darted to where your friend ran off to.

"Uhm... Is this the right way to Caravan Ribat?" you confirmed, huffing as you tried to speak while jogging.

"No. We won't be passing through Caravan Ribat," your friend responded, making you think for a second.

Why wouldn't you go through Caravan Ribat? Was there another route you could use to travel to the desert? Where exactly were you two going to stay anyway? Before you could voice your doubts, your companion moved on to talk about their research.

You and your friend discussed academics without forgetting to hurry your pace. It was a long travel, almost as if you were trying to make a stray cat lost, but the conversation you had made the trip enjoyable. Soon enough, you indeed both reached the desert.

You marveled at its wonderful sight, a scenery totally different from the rainforests and greeneries you were used to. You saw henna berries and wondered if you could make a dish Cyno would like. You also saw scarabs and thought how hard-working they seemed - pretty much like the General Mahamatra. Another creature that reminded you of the man was the desert fox, because you find them both cute.

Marching forward, you saw wooden structures on the distance. Was that the place you were headed? You did not expect it to be livable, though. Far from it, in fact. In a place like that, what would you do if a sandstorm occurred? Where would you get water for drinking? What about for hygiene? How-

"Well, well. Look who we have here," a rough voice greeted you both. "Purchasing one wasn't enough for you, eh?"

Three eremites popped out from hiding and surrounded you, all of them wearing a grin that spelled trouble.

"I have the goods," your friend declared.

"W - what's going on...? You brought them goods? What goods?" you nervously asked as your flight senses screamed at you.

"Sorry, [your name]," was all your friend said to you while grabbing your arm. "I have the girl. Now, where are my canned knowledge?"

"What?! Let me go, now!!" you yelped, kicked, and resisted. With a successful punch, you managed to free yourself from the traitor's grasp before falling prey to one of the eremite's strong hold. "Nooo! Let! Me!! Go!!!"

"Haha! She looks feisty. I like it!" an eremite said, eyeing you from head to toe. He licked his lips and it clarified what would become of you if you didn't escape.

"Good! Good! This almost looks like an excellence exchange. Except we need to sample your goods first," another one commented.

"She's a hindrance to my research. Do what you want with her, I don't care. As long as you give me the canned knowledge," the bastard you once considered friend revealed as they gave you a scornful look.

The foul declaration made your stomach churn. So this was the reason why your instincts told you to decline the offer. You should have known and listened.

"Well, aren't you too eager? You hear that, girl? We're going to have loads of fun with you," to this, the three eremites guffawed and started touching your defenseless body.

You struggled against the tight hold on you. It didn't matter if you ended up with broken bones. Escape was far more important than anything else right now.

But something distracted them - something behind you made one eremite look wary and draw his sword. Meanwhile, your bastard colleague's face turned pale, suddenly shrieking and bolting away faster than lightning.

Cyno, the General Mahamatra, was here.

Your saviour easily dealt with the small group of eremites before instructing you to stay put. You did as told and watched your self-declared boyfriend go after the treacherous scholar. In less than thirty minutes, Cyno returned with your now unconscious acquaintance, their crotch area wet from fear.

Cyno scanned you from head to toe. He already captured his target but it seems there might be one more. Judging from the way you trembled, you were either hiding something illegal or still in shock.

"Trading canned knowledge is strictly prohibited," he initiated.

"I am aware," you responded weakly, shaking from both fear and excitement. "I - I was nearly sold for canned knowledge by that person. Thank you for saving me."

Cyno's eyes widened momentarily. So that was why you were in a compromising position earlier. He noted to make sure to double this person's punishment.

To investigate further, the General Mahamatra questioned you about the situation to which you obliged.

"Where are the canned knowledge?"

"I don't know," you said sheepishly as you felt pressured not knowing the answer. "I'm not even sure if these eremites really possessed them in the first place. But they did mention something about buying once was not enough?"

Cyno once again studied your movements. Your accounts and his information about this person matched. Plus, you seemed to be telling the truth. To formally conclude his investigation, he needed to check your belongings and ensure you did not possess canned knowledge or anything else that was prohibited.

Punishment did not scare you. You knew you were innocent so you let Cyno freely scan your stuff. He ran through your clothes - including your cute undies; your academic notes and books; your sufficient-just-for-travel Mora; your own Casket of Tomes; your naughty journal.

Oh, right! You had it with you in fear that someone might stumble upon it while you were away. You gasped loudly; colors drained your face as you watched Cyno open the notebook. This prompted the General Mahamatra to think the daybook contained something along the lines of academic fraud or plagiarism. An evidence of misdeed.

But what he discovered was far from what he assumed. Now he understood why you were horrified. Nothing has ever fazed him before but this - this was just too much that the quiet Cyno was left even more speechless. Almost everything written in the journal was all about your horny thoughts towards him.

Almost but not all.

You dreaded the passing minutes. Wait, was perverting the General Mahamatra illegal? It's not like you were publicly doing it, right? It was just a journal after all, something akin to therapy. In any case, you waited for Cyno's verdict.

"So...," Cyno coughed, hiding the embarrassment coursing through his body after browsing through your notes. "You...liked my joke?"

Cyno focused on the less bawdy information in your notes. He may not show it but you knew he was pleased. Still, it did not immediately dispel the shame you felt from being exposed.

"U - uhm - yes. Yes, I do...," you answered bashfully.

"You had an impressive addition for the joke about sumpter beasts. Do you mind if I use that joke myself?"

"Oh! I - uh - I don't mind. Please feel free."

"And you play Genius Invocation TCG too?"

"Yeah, I do. I watched you play once and you looked so cool. I started learning recently so I'm not as skilled as you."

"And you're my girlfriend?"

"I - I was just fantasizing!! Sorry!" you yipped. "It will not get me in trouble, will it?"

This Cyno. You were starting to relax around him! Why did he have to bring up an embarrassing topic? Wait. Was that an amused smile on his face? It must be, otherwise you were hallucinating under the scorching heat.

Cyno nodded before putting all your stuff neatly back in place.

"You're cleared. I'll escort you back home before handing this researcher for trial, and I will make sure it will be a severe one on your behalf. Be extra cautious next time," he concluded, handing you your backpack. "After this, when can I see you again?"

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🏛 KAVEH

Journal Entry Highlights :

> My Kaveh is not like any other scholar and I am so proud of him! ❤️

> He is so approachable and he is not snobbish (as others) and he is so open-minded and ❤️❤️

> Notice me please, sir ❤️❤️❤️

> If I told him I was dying and I needed him to fuck me as cure, will he do it? 😳👀👀‼️

> *insert crack / smut scenario wherein you ask Kaveh to cure you through sex*

> No, of course I would not stoop as low

> No, he is not the reason why I chose the Darshan Kshahrewar 🙄

> But he is the reason why I stayed 😏

> Why does he have to be so nice?? It's giving me mixed signals!! 😭😭

> If he and I were to be together... 🥺😍❤️

> Out of all the scholars in Sumeru, I want Kaveh to be my spouse ❤️

> *insert drafts / designs of dream house and rooms here*

> Sir, please give me babies. ❤️

> *insert Kaveh smut here*

> *insert portraits of Kaveh here*

> *insert more smut here wherein you and Kaveh had done the deed in every. single. room*

How they find out about your secret and their reaction :

“Excuse me, Kaveh, sir!” you approached the blonde-haired man seated on the library, drafting away on a sheet of paper. The desk was fully occupied by him as his tools and other materials took up much space.

"Hello!" Kaveh greeted and despite getting distracted, he smiled pleasantly at you.

Noticing the cute lion hairclip and the adorable accessories, he recognized his favourite junior immediately: someone whose ideas were akin to his. [Your name].

Other scholars, regardless of their Darshan, had always judged you wrong. Your sense of style, both in appearance and in work approach, always gave them the initial impression that you did not have what it takes to graduate.

Yet here you were, an accomplished architect standing in front of him.

"Just Kaveh will do, you know? So how can I help you?" he asked, resting his cheeks on his knuckles, happy to see a like-minded soul.

"Yes, uhm...," you said bashfully, stifling a giggle that's about to burst from you. "I'm looking for the scribe-"

"Why??" he immediately cut, straightening his body and squinting at you disapprovingly.

You almost laughed at your senior's reaction. You knew he liked to complain about his roommate - his benefactor - and you took advantage of this just so you could have extra time to talk to the architect. You could have gone straight to your concern without mentioning Alhaitham but no, you just had to.

"Isn't he supposed to be in his office? Wait, of course he isn't! You wouldn't be asking me otherwise if he were there, right?" Kaveh grumbled. To this, you finally let out a laugh and apologized immediately. "Ugh! Seriously! So, why did you need him anyway?"

"He rejected my application form," you sighed, showing your senior the request form you filled out with a big red REJECT mark on it.

Kaveh took your form and beckoned you to take the seat beside him. You happily obliged, patiently waiting for your crush to review your request for accessing archived materials. Judging by the look on his face, you knew he was going to complain yet again.

"This looks properly written! I don't understand why Alhaitham would decline this?!" Kaveh bursted, huffing as he re-read what you wrote for the nth time. "You even explained why you needed the materials, for what project, for whom, and for how long. See! These are complete details! Geez...! That guy..."

"Pfft... Ahem...," you wanted to laugh out loud, really, but you were in a library. On the other hand, Kaveh had no problems being loud in a quiet place like this. "I want to know why my request got denied as well, so I was thinking of asking him personally," you reasoned.

"No need!" the architecture puffed, handing the paper back to you. "Just file another request with the EXACT SAME CONTENTS. If he approves that then he is so going to get a piece of my mind!"

"Thank you for your advice."

Kaveh looked so cute. The pout on his lips indicated he was displeased with the matter. Then a smirk formed on his face as he imagined his win on the debate against the scribe.

"Sorry if I disturbed you," standing up, you told the daydreaming man.

"Hehe. It's no problem," Kaveh replied who was suddenly in a good mood after his outburst. "Let me know if your request gets approved, okay?"

"I will. Thank you."

...

"Ugh!! I swear he could be so unreasonable sometimes! No, make that all the time!" Kaveh grumbled yet again after finding out Alhaitham rejected your request.

"It's okay. He recommended another book so I did gain something," as much as you liked Kaveh, you still defended Alhaitham because he indeed suggested a better alternative.

"If you ask me, he should have lent you the other one as well. For extra inspiration, you know?" Kaveh pouted as he sensed he lost the chance to impress you and you were siding with his roommate.

This time, you agreed with the architect's reasoning and nodded in agreement. He sighed and decided to stop the Alhaitham slander.

"By the way... What do you think about this design?" the renowned architect asked, showing you his craft. He then proceeded to explain his client's request and discussed the idea behind his design in line with the requirements.

You were humbled immediately. Why would your senior ask for your advice? You were his junior and he was way better than you! You should be getting recommendations from him instead! Despite the thoughts plaguing you, you tried to take in the details he provided.

"So basically, that's what the couple wanted for their vacation lot."

"Isn't this confidential?" was your first response after he was done talking.

"Meh... Yeah," Kaveh replied carelessly with a shrug. "It's okay if it's you. Your opinion matters to me."

Your opinion matters to me. See, this was why you liked Kaveh.

"Uhm - if you say so...," you said nervously as you finally tried to gather your thoughts.

"Don't panic!" Kaveh urged, knowing fully well why your hands trembled. "I wouldn't be asking just anybody, you know?" he encouraged, giving you a persuasive wink.

You blushed at the man. At times like this, you wanted to burst and admit that you liked - no - loved him so much. But you were afraid you might just be reading too much, hallucinating that his actions were advances. He was just a nice, expressive man, that's all.

You shook your head, took in a deep breath, and focused on what your senior asked you.

"This. If the client wanted to go for that kind of feel, then I think...," you murmured while drawing a design on a separate sheet of paper.

Kaveh's smile never once disappeared on his face. Chin on his knuckles, with much adoration, he watched you draw alternatives for his design. If only he could help you trust your abilities a little more.

You and Kaveh shared ideas back and forth, igniting more inspirational thoughts within each other which led you to accomplish the draft he needed to do. He proudly raised the design and admired the finished product.

"This, [your name], right here, is our child," he declared, complimenting each and every detail on the masterpiece.

"Calling it our child is too much, don't you think?" you squeaked, afraid he might catch on to your secret feelings.

"No, it's not! It is exactly what it is!" Kaveh whined, pouting at your disapproving remarks. "Look, this right here was your idea-"

Kaveh went on with his praises, jubilantly reminding the impressive job you and he did together as a "couple".

...

This table.

This table was where you and Kaveh made a child together days ago. Sadly, it wasn't a real kid, but a project together was still something. You placed your stuff down, took out your materials, and let your brain work. It was time for you to make your own draft.

You scribbled away. You drew and drew yet the outcome did not meet your expectations. This was not what your client wanted. Yes, you had inspiration, but your ideas were all about life with Kaveh. You sighed and decided to make another entry on your private journal.

On a blank page, you started to design a bedroom. You meticulously detailed the area, taking into account where you wanted the sun's rays to be; how you expected the beddings to look like; what pattern should the curtains and rugs have; etcetera etcetera. All the little things. Just as you were about to make the finishing touch-

"Is that your dream room?" a very recognizable voice crept from behind.

"Kaveh!!" you squealed, slamming your notebook shut in trepidation.

Noticing the sketch was drawn in a notebook, Kaveh assumed it contained designs of your personal tastes. He grinned at you mischievously, waiting for a right moment.

"Y - you scared me...," you wheezed, slowly hiding the notebook away which your senior did not fail to notice.

Kaveh really did give you a fright. Luckily, there wasn't anything unusual on your splayed journal - just your recently drawn bedroom design. Archons, if he were to see the previous contents-

"Hey, can I see?"

"No!" you immediately reacted.

"Why not? Come on! Just a peek?" Kaveh pleaded.

There you were again, hiding your talent.

Complimenting your skills and praising your craft was the only thing Kaveh could do. Anything more might creep you out and make you avoid him. He wished you gave him a chance.

"No! It's embarrassing...!" you begged, almost throwing your notebook back into your bag but Kaveh was quick to stop you.

He shouldn't but he needed to resort to extreme measures.

"Hehe, got it!" Kaveh teased, now holding your naughty journal.

"No! Kaveh, stop!" you pleaded but the tall man disregarded your request.

He immediately flipped on the back of the notebook. Judging from his reaction, from the way he hummed in approval, he was looking at the recent drawing. Good. There was hope that your dirty secret remains as is.

"You saw it. Now can I get it back?" you tried yet from the way you croaked, failed to hide how defensive you sounded.

"Aww... Why would your hide something this pretty?" Kaveh cooed, flipping through the previous page.

"Wait-!!" was all you could utter.

You stood there as equally frozen as Kaveh. In the page currently exposed was an art of him holding a rolled blueprint. Hearts of unequal sizes were littered everywhere and a speech bubble quoting "This, [your name], right here, is our child! ❤️" was directed to him. The red Kaveh, with saucerlike mouth, glanced at you and saw how flustered you were - you almost wanted to vanish.

Yet he continued.

Kaveh flipped through the pages and saw more entries. Some were architectural designs which included remarks as to why you think Kaveh would like it or why it was constructed as such should you and Kaveh married each other. Other drawings were of him in different poses and expressions, all of which had hearts here and there. At times, speech bubbles were present and he remembered these quotes were the exact words he told you. The most interesting of all the entries were the long texts. There were scattered lewd words and from there, he knew they were smut.

"You like me??!" Kaveh shrieked. "For how long now???"

His whole head was now burning red, you could almost see smoke coming out of his ears, nose, and mouth. He was so surprised that he had to lean back while placing a hand on his chest, gawking at you in astonishment.

You were equally as red as him and you wanted cry. In fact, tears already formed in your eyes. One more word from Kaveh and you were sure to grovel in despair.

"W - Wait! Wait! No! No! Don't cry...!" the blonde-haired man panicked, fidgeting if he should approach you or let you be or what to say or-

And then the tears fell followed by restrained sniffles and soft quaking of your shoulders.

"Oh no, no, no...!" Kaveh blurted, dashing to hold you in his arms and press your face onto his chest.

Archons, this was so embarrassing.

"Kaveh...!" you whimpered, to weak to do anything at all.

You liked him. That couldn't be right. Not when he held onto a conflicting piece of information.

"Argh! You're coming with me!" Kaveh spouted.

He packed your things, chucking everything carelessly in your bag, before dragging you to a more secluded area outside the Akademiya.

The garden. You and him alone together in the garden would have been romantic had it not been for the events earlier. The moment he stopped dragging you, he immediately clarified.

"Didn't you say you liked Alhaitham??"

"Huh?" was your response as you snuffled in confusion, still recovering from the awkward situation.

Really, this man could fluster you in many ways.

"Alhaitham. You told me you liked Alhaitham," Kaveh repeated, now more serious in his tone.

"When...?" your forehead wrinkled tightly, now getting annoyed and confused at the sudden accusation.

"Back when you were a student! You mentioned you had a crush on Alhaitham once and that was the first time you approached me. You told me you wanted to know my friend's name then you asked about your project so we worked on it together-"

And then it dawned on him. It wasn't Alhaitham. It was never Alhaitham. That guy was just your excuse so you could talk with each other. An icebreaker. Kaveh prided himself to be more knowledgeable in reading emotions yet he missed this very important pattern.

Your forehead was still tightly knitted, red puffy eyes glaring angrily at him. Archons, from all that happened earlier, you probably hated him now. But he had to do this, otherwise he won't have any other chance.

"So, you like me?" Kaveh, still not learning his lesson, badgered. You huffed out loud, exasperated with his antics. "No - just! I want to hear it from you! Do you like me?"

"Yes. Are you happy now?"

Did he really have to make you say it? Wasn't invading your journal enough??

"Really??" Kaveh beamed.

Why was he happy? Did he-

"I like you too, you know!" Kaveh bursted in excitement. "Archons, you should have told me from the start! All this time I thought you liked Alhaitham."

At this point, you weren't sure if you should believe him.

"What's with that look? Come on. I'm not lying! Hey, so, since we like each other, can we start dating now? Or will you give me the permission to properly court you?"

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🍄 TIGHNARI

Journal Entry Highlights :

> Tighnari's ears and tail look so fluffy! 🤩

> I WANT TO TOUCH THEM SO BAD!! 🤩‼️

> *insert drawings of Tighnari's head and tail here*

> But those aren't the only things I want to touch 😏

> So...does Tighnari have a knot or....??? 👀

> And does he have the urge to breed...? 🥵

> *insert fantasy wherein Tighnari is in a rut and he fills you*

> *insert fantasy wherein Tighnari fills you up to the brim and he plugs your pussy with his knot so the cum just stays there*

> *insert drawing of Tighnari with lust-filled eyes as he licked his lips*

> Tighnari is such a strict teacher, though. 🥺

> "You don't learn fast, do you? You should know by now that I want my cock deep inside you... All.the.way.in..."

> *insert fantasy of Tighnari forcing a hardcore fellatio*

> *insert fantasy of you and Tighnari on a mating press*

How they find out about your secret and their reaction :

“Hey, hey! I see a withering zone! Oh - there's another one! Wait - wait!! Make that a total of three withering zones!” you shouted as you gazed on the Seed Mirror.

"How big are they and how far?" your peer asked in a loud voice so you could hear.

"Uh - wait, let me mark them on my map!" you answered as you plotted the location on your map. "I've got it!"

You jumped down from the watch tower and met with your companion. Your fellow forest ranger shook their head as they thought of how impulsive and reckless you could be.

"See, look. These are the three locations. Now this one right here looks waaay bigger than these two so I think it's urgent," you pointed.

"Archons, is this really the scope of this withering zone? It wasn't there last time, right? We should immediately report this to Tighnari then!" your companion suggested, alarmed at the big red loop drawn on your map.

"I know. You go on ahead. I'll continue with our route," you counter-proposed. "You can go back on your own, right?"

"Hey! Just because I don't have a Vision like you, doesn't mean I can't go back on my own!" your friend retorted, giving you a playful noogie.

"Ahaha! Sorry!" you laughed. "But really, you should head back."

"Are you sure you don't want to report this to Tighnari yourself?" your friend teased as they knew you had a huge crush on the Forest Watcher.

"Hah! I know that look!" you amusingly replied. "I don't mind if you report it to Tighnari. Someone has to continue our patrol route. If something unexpected happens, say another withering zone appeared or an ambush happened, then my Vision can at least give me some protection," you explained as tactfully as possible before repeating. "You go on ahead."

"Alright," your friend hesitated, yet they tucked your map away so they could depart. "Be careful, little miss reckless."

"I prefer being called little miss brave," you retorted.

You and your friend bid each other farewell. Touching your [element] Vision, a smile painted your face as you watched your friend sprint back to Gandharva Ville. It was for the best. You nodded before continuing your route.

The usual walk seemed to be normal. There were no travelers in need of assistance; no unusual activity harming the forest; no peculiar discrepancy in the beast population. It was just the usual lush greeneries and peaceful surroundings.

At the end of your patrol route was a forest ranger's watch post. You let yourself in and wrote today's findings on a logbook.

[Date time] - Three withering zones detected using Mawtiyima Forest Seed Mirror, one with wide range; to be reported by [friend's name] to Tighnari; No other unusual activities and no lost/troubled travelers encountered - [your name]

After the long routine, you sat down and took greedy gulps from your water bag, resting and relaxing your feet for a while. By now, you thought, Tighnari should be aware of the withering zone.

Oh, Tighnari, your cute fluffy leader.

You were finished with your route anyway. Maybe it was okay for you to check out the withering zones? Since you already knew where they were, you decided to go and guide wandering travelers in avoiding the said areas.

The trek to your destination was a long one so you opted to take shortcuts. As a forest ranger, you should set an example to passers-by that they should utilize the available pathways, yet here you were, away from the trail and traversing through the forest. You should be fine, you thought. You had a Vision.

Pacing further, you heard rustling noises. This prompted you to go into alert mode and steal a sneak peek. To your surprise, two floating hydro fungi and two floating dendro fungi seemed to be dancing around and releasing spores.

"What in the name of Archons...?" you whispered to yourself, jotting down notes.

Ah, shoot. If you reported this, Tighnari would give you an earful for not following the tracks and for wandering into the forest alone.

Anyway.

"...releasing spores... search the area for... Yep," you said as you wrote your thoughts down.

Mating. From what you know, the fungi were mating. Sexual reproduction, of course, was a normal thing. But was this a normal circumstance or was it anomalous?

Sneaking away from the love-making fungi, you investigated the area further. To your surprise, even other species were doing the deed. On one of a tree branch, you saw dusk birds on top of another. Not far from that tree, you even stumbled upon lizards on a mating hold.

What could be the cause of this?

You noted every single detail on your notebook as you judged this was indeed abnormal. Searching further, you noticed a pink puffy cloud coming from whatever it was behind a bush. You covered your mouth and nose with a scarf before sneaking on the unknown creature.

A pink-coloured poison mushroom. What an unusual shade!

Assuming you were in a safe distance, you wrote down your findings again and described the peculiar mushroom in detail.

"...pink gas cloud... Shape and pattern looks like...," you murmured, drawing the figure.

Odd. You were oddly starting to feel horny at an alarming pace.

No... It couldn't be...?

"Possibly emitting aphrodisiac." You quickly scribbled.

You immediately packed your notebook to flee, only to realize there were smaller pink poison shrooms around you hidden under bushes and tress. You failed to recognize them earlier as you were too engrossed with the bigger pink fungus. And now, it seems you fell right into their trap as all of them produced the pink fluff clouds, peppering your body with their spores.

"S - shoot...!" you cursed, feeling your crotch area ache.

...

"So [your name] was here," Tighnari murmured to himself as he put down the watch post's logbook.

The Forest Watcher Chief Officer himself scouted the area looking for you since you did not return to Gandharva Ville last night.

"She insisted that she should go alone. Knowing her, she must have gone to the withering zones."

Tighnari thought the same even if your co-ranger did not tell him. That reckless and foolhardy nature of yours was exactly the reason why he couldn't promote you as Forest Watcher. He knew why you were acting that way, though. Regardless, you always had him worried over you.

"I have a Vision, don't worry!" was what you would always retort.

It didn't matter if you had a Vision or not. Tighnari cared about you. And this was precisely what he feared. Wherever you were, he wished you were safe and away from harm.

If he were [your name], what would he do? Go off-track, of course!

He tried to simulate your steps, diving straight into the forest in hopes of finding you. He made his ears work extra hard to listen. He utilized high ground to search. He analyzed the surroundings to determine if you had gone through the same path or not. At last, his efforts were not in vain as he finally found your exhausted body seated under a tree, your back leaning on its hard trunk.

"[Your name]!" Tighnari called, darting towards you while staying on high alert.

Fast heart rate. Heavy breathing. Flushed skin. Profuse sweating. He wanted to but he couldn't possibly nag you right now.

"... Nari...," you cried weakly, opening your eyes in a small slit to confirm it was indeed your leader.

"I'm here. Tsk. I told you not to be too reckless. Now look at what happened," Tighnari said. Okay, maybe a little bit of reprimanding wouldn't hurt.

He took out his medicine box and scanned your symptoms. He placed the back of his hand on your neck to which you immediately avoided.

"Nari, don't...!" you uttered, distancing yourself as tears formed in the corners of your eyes. Self-restraint was hard. "Logbook."

You handed him your ranger's journal-on-the-go so it could better explain your situation. In it, he found out about your little misadventure yesterday. He read about the unusual phenomenon you encountered and the pink poison mushroom that affected you.

"I - I was poisoned...," you finally declared with a heavy heart. How could you impress Tighnari now?

You tried. You really tried not to touch yourself again, thinking it was the best option as it hurt when you did. But now that Tighnari himself was here, your urge to finger yourself increased ten fold. You squeezed your thighs in hopes of pleasuring yourself through the friction of your flesh.

"You're horny," Tighnari corrected, observing you as he put your logbook and his medicine box away. He then guided you to drink on his water bag. "You've been thinking about me, haven't you?"

"H - huh...??" you shrieked, eyes widening at Tighnari's bold assumption.

"I said you were thinking about having sex with me," Tighnari affirmed to which you gasped loudly. He brushed off the topic, returned his water bag in place, and explained, "You were right. That pink mushroom puffs out spores that can be used as aphrodisiac. They normally reproduce asexually and rarely sexually, though. A parent mushroom is usually surrounded by its offsprings because it constantly emits spores. Unfortunately, most of the time, the baby mushrooms don't survive so these pink mushrooms are rare to find. They can only hope their spores would grow somewhere else, wherever nature takes them."

You would have listened attentively if you weren't thinking about what Tighnari said.

You having sex with him.

"Is there any cure for this...?" you asked, panting.

"In your case, since you were overexposed, medicine would not be enough," Tighnari replied. "But there is another way."

Tighnari placed both his hands on your thighs and parted them to give him enough space, all the while observing the expression in your eyes. You felt his hands squeeze your flesh, making you moan and produce more love juice.

"T - Tighnari...!!" you cried, feeling weak from your crush's touch.

"We can do whatever you want in your fantasy," Tighnari said. "I know you have been perverting me. You want to fuck with me, right?"

Using one hand, he took yours and guided you to touch his crotch area. Your pussy spasmed as you felt how hard Tighnari was. Did he want to fuck you too?

"How did you know?" you breathily asked, rubbing your palm on Tighnari's cloth. At this point, you couldn't be bothered to hide how you felt towards him.

"Your naughty journal," Tighnari answered followed by an erotic groan. "Remember the time when I accidentally stumbled upon you writing on it? I lied when I said I didn't see anything," he revealed, losing his composure as you pressed your hands on his clothed manhood.

"So... All this time, you knew...?"

Rather than being embarrassed, you felt more courageous. Hearing Tighnari's erotic noises urged you to continue teasing him. You rubbed on his hard member faster to the point that his pre-cum stained his lower garments.

But Tighnari would never let you have the upper hand. You were under the effects of aphrodisiac and he intended to take advantage of that. He pressed his knee on your crotch area, hitting your puffy clit and making you weak in an instant. His relentless teasing on your clothed womanhood had you cumming tons.

"N - nari! Tighnari! Ahh...!!"

"Hehe. Yeah. All this time I knew," he finally answered after hearing your angelic moans of his name.

Yes, he knew about your perverted thoughts towards him. But he would never admit his more debauched fantasies of you. At long last, he could listen to your sweet erotic voice properly instead of the usual muffled ones. This was way better than secretly eavesdropping on you masturbate to him back in the village.

"Stop! I'm cumming!" you squealed, grabbing onto his shoulder with both hands as another orgasm crashed down on you. You held his body close to yours, crying as the stimulation was too much for you. "Nari... Please stop...! I can't...!"

Yet the tone of your voice, from the way you pant and grind your body, suggested you wanted more.

"You started this, [your name]. If you just stayed on track and came home yesterday, then we wouldn't be doing this, would we? Now look. You got poisoned and I needed to cure you. To do that, you need to cum over and over again until you feel your body flushes out the aphrodisiacs," Tighnari reprimanded.

He secretly gloated about how much power he had over your body. Watching you plead with your eyes stirred his primordial instincts to breed you.

"I forgot to mention. I might have been affected by the mushroom too."

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🗺 WANDERER

Journal Entry Highlights :

How they find out about your secret and their reaction :

> A lovely kind young man saved me from aggressive wild sumpter beasts today

> A mysterious man who needed not his name

> It's okay, I like mysteries 😍😏

> He came back and introduced himself as The Wanderer. I like it ❤️

> Gosh, I can't stop thinking about him. 🥺🥺

> He looks yummy

> Why oh why do I want to make love with him? 🥺🥺🥺

> *insert sensual, romantic fantasies here*

> I haven't seen him for a while but then he comes back and he has suddenly...changed??

> He has an Anemo Vision now! 🤩🤩

> And he still remembers me! 😍

> So he goes by the name [W/N]... Why didn't he tell me sooner? 😳🙄

> He can be rude at times but I can see he's good deep inside

> Good deep inside. Heh. 😏

> Why does this new him make me feel hornier?

> *insert fantasy of The Wanderer being rough on you here*

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"[W/N], you're here!" you giddily greeted the Anemo user as you carried a heavy pail of water.

"You idiot! That's not the proper way to carry a shit-ass heavy bucket," the man replied, grabbing the object and putting it down exactly where you needed it to be even without your instructions.

"Hehe. Thank you," with a sweet smile on your face, you expressed your gratitude to the man. His face distorted in disgust as he looked at your happy one.

Taking care of crops was no simple task. You needed to be patient and observant. Patient, because a plant could never bear fruit naturally overnight. You needed to tend to it everyday - do labor and you shall receive. Observant, because as the plant grows, its needs becomes different. Today it might need more watering but tomorrow, it might not require any more. And let us not get started on the pests that may bother it.

Just like in your relationship with The Wanderer, you needed to be both patient and observant. Patient, because he seemed to be the type of person who is not used to expressing his own emotions immediately and fully. Observant, because even if he said something, most of the time his actions contradicted them.

The Wanderer glanced upon a freshly brewed tea sitting on your outdoor table. From its scent and colour, he knew what it would taste like. You noticed this and smiled triumphantly at yourself.

"It's for you. I was expecting you," you publicized, watering your carrots carefully.

"Hmph! And if I didn't come?" he scoffed, yet proceeded to perching himself on a chair and stealing a sip from the bitter drink.

"Then I would drink it myself. There shouldn't be a problem," you retorted.

The Wanderer enjoyed banters like these. When you acted too polite around him, after he obtained his Anemo Vision, you noticed he found it boring. So you changed tactics and, every now and then you would reply something a little less nice...at least they weren't, in your opinion.

"By the way, I remember you mentioned you joined the esteemed traveler and his floating fish on their journey. Why aren't you with them now?" you inquired genuinely, placing your attention on The Wanderer.

"Heh! Floating fish. That's a good one! Hahahahaha!" your handsome companion heartily laughed.

Why does it feel like he was mocking you?

"Floating fish. Heh!" he repeated, wiping a tear that actually formed in his eyes. "The traveler took uninteresting commissions today so I decided to split away momentarily."

"Uninteresting commissions like what?"

"Bounce on an oversized mushroom, for one!" The Wanderer roared exasperatedly, his eyes twitching in disgust.

You laughed at the silly face your friend was making.

"I think that's an interesting task! Is it really possible to bounce on a huge mushroom? I had no idea," you mused, eyes widening in delight.

"For a person like you, of course it is amusing," he argued back, rolling his eyes.

"Is it boring for you because you have an Anemo Vision?" was another genuine question from you.

"This has nothing to do with my Vision." The guy palmed his face.

You had a lively chat with The Wanderer in the morning. Then afternoon came. All your routine was done and the both of you had lunch. That was when your companion excused himself and left.

Of course, you could not stop him. Even if you wished him to stay, you had no rights as you were nothing more than a friend.

Even now, I'm not sure if he likes me or not. I might just be fantasizing too much but there was no other explanation why he would come and visit me. I wish he would give me a sign. Anything at all.

You scribbled on your journal. You intended it to be your therapeutic object to vent your day-to-day encounters yet somehow, it became full of [W/N] fantasies.

I've been needy lately. Just like yesterday and the day before that, all I could think about was how it would feel to have [W/N] inside of me. I want to touch. I want to be touched. I want him to take me from behind, gripping my hips so he could take full control of my body. I want to feel weak as he rams his whole length inside of me. His

You couldn't even finish what you were writing. The more you thought about it, the more engrossed you became. A free hand already made its way inside your clothing and started to pleasure your lady parts.

"[W/N], wait...! You're the first man I've ever been with so please...," you heaved breathily, closing your eyes and picturing the visitor you had this morning as a digit circled itself on your puffy clit.

...

"So this was where my pail went. And you even filled it with water. How kind of you," you remarked happily as The Wanderer once again visited you after a few days of absence. "Good morning!"

"Rub that fucking ugly face of yours," he replied. "You didn't prepare tea for me. So you weren't expecting me?"

"Sorry! I was preoccupied with looking for my bucket, which apparently someone took already. The tea water is still boiling so you'll have to wait," you reasoned, failing to contain the ecstacy coursing through your being. "How have you been?"

"Tch! How ungrateful! Do you want me to throw the water away then?" he roared angrily at your accusation to which you shook your head, stifling an amused chuckle. "What I do is none of your concern. I don't have to tell you anything," he grumbled, resting his chin on his knuckles.

His temper might be because he had not had his tea yet. You nodded and started to water your plants. As you've explained, you couldn't serve him tea because you were still waiting for the water to boil.

"Cancel your plans this afternoon."

"Huh??" you choked, nearly drowning a poor cabbage with water in shock of The Wanderer's sudden demand.

"Are you fucking deaf or are you just fucking stupid?" he rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I said cancel your damn plans this afternoon."

"Why? W - what's the occasion?" Archons, was this the sign?

The Wanderer simply looked at you. As he said before, he didn't have to say anything. But you, you had to answer him.

"Okay. After lunch, right?" you replied, blushing at the idea of an afternoon date.

The indigo-eyed man remained silent as he did not need to confirm it. Of course he meant after lunch! You smiled anyway as the sound of whistling kettle broke the silence, prompting you to give your visitor his well deserved tea.

...

"Oh, so this is what a huge mushroom looks like," you marveled at the enormous stretchy fungi, poking it for any kind of reaction. "It reminds me of you."

"I will fucking murder you if you say that one more time," The Wanderer warned, shooting daggers at your laughing face. He sighed, crossed his arms, and asked in a vigor-less tone, "Do you want to try it?"

"Yes! Please?"

"Jump on it then."

"That's it? What if I die??" you shrieked, bothered by the lack of clear instructions.

"Then you die."

You exasperatedly gasped at your companion's behaviour to which he laughed in amusement.

"Ahaha! Kidding! Your face looks stupid, seriously!" he teased before guiding you to climb an oversized fungus. "Okay, jump."

"Jump??" you hesitated. "As in jump??"

"Yes, jump. For the love of - just fucking jump already!" The Wanderer ordered.

"Nnh...!"

Shutting your eyes tight, you did as told and boldly jumped on the stretchy fungus. Your initial fear poofed away as you now bounced up and down the mushroom happily.

"[W/N]! Look! Look!" you called, ricochetting against the elastic shroom. "I'm Anemo now!"

You were enjoying so much that you failed to notice the smile painted on The Wanderer's face. Seriously, what was a person like you doing, bouncing on an overstretched, oversized mushroom? You looked so stupid.

So stupid, it was cute.

"Heeeey! Join me! It's actually fun!" you beckoned, flailing your hands in the air jovially.

After throwing you high in the air, the mushroom suddenly clunked and disappeared, leaving you cushionless on your next fall. You noticed this, making panic course through your every fibre.

"[W/N]!!"

"I've got you!" The Wanderer rang, carrying you bridal style mid-air.

Your heart beated so loud, not only from the adrenaline, but from the way The Wanderer carefully held you in his arms; from how his soft baby-face looked up close; from how his lips trembled so slightly as yours were inches away from his.

"I've got you," he whispered, eyes softly squinted as he stared at yours tenderly.

You could have sworn you were going to kiss. His lips were approaching yours and - Archons, you were sure of it! But he just had to ruin the moment and switch back to his usual grumpy nature.

"I should have let you fall and die," The Wanderer clicked his tongue, contradicting everything by gingerly putting you down on solid ground.

"Thank you..."

"Tch! You're an idiot."

...

Today was a happy day! I enjoyed myself so much! [W/N] came to visit me again and he took me on a date ❤️‼️ He let me bounce on a huge mushroom. It was fun until the mushroom poofed away. I nearly died but [W/N] caught me. It was magical! We were floating in the air using his Anemo powers, I gingerly on his arms. I was like a bride and we almost kissed happily ever after. ALMOST.

You jotted down freely on your notebook, just extremely happy that you had a wonderful time with your crush. You were on cloud nine and nothing could ever bring you down now.

Maybe he really did like me? Maybe he and I had a chance?

Maybe. Just maybe. It wouldn't hurt to wish, right?

...

The events yesterday cajoled you to sleep peacefully. Even in your slumber, you fantasized about a happy ending with The Wanderer. You couldn't bear to wake yourself from such a sweet dream so you woke up a little later than usual.

After the trip back from dreamland, your body finally stirred as you started to wake up from a wonderful rest. You stretched your limbs and let out a relaxed yawn, preparing your body for another day of work.

"Disgusting."

You shot up and saw The Wanderer perched on your desk chair in a figure four lock, facing your way as one knuckle supported his head while the other held your personal journal.

"W - What are you doing in my home?" you accused, trying to process everything. What was apparent now was The Wanderer invaded your home and had read your journal.

"Hmph! You incriminate me yet from the text written on your diary, you should be glad I'm here," The Wanderer scoffed, casting your journal back on the desk.

"Y - you...!" was all you could utter.

A mix of fear, anger, shame, and confusion painted your face - all of which were negative emotions. You had so much on your face, it looked stupid - so stupid that The Wanderer laughed in amusement.

"Surprised? Of course you should be! Hah, I bet you didn't expect this the moment you woke up, huh?" he teased in a mocking tone. "Tell me, then, oh dear [your name]. Do you still like me?"

Of course you still liked him. You knew he was a good man, despite him barging into your home unannounced. But right now, you had a lot of questions plaguing your mind.

Such as what was his purpose for doing such a thing?

The Wanderer counted the seconds until time was up. Your lack of response, deep down, disappointed him. Just as he thought, you would cower away once he showed you a glimpse of what he truly was. Internally in defeat, he stood up and prepared to depart.

"It was foolish of you to form feelings towards me. Learn from your mistakes."

Why does it feel like his words were directed at himself? Even before you could ponder further, you found yourself holding The Wanderer tightly in your arms, your faces tucked on each other's neck.

"Forget about me."

"I like you," you replied. "I like you."

"You're being foolish."

"You've told me a million times that I'm an idiot."

"Idiot. An idiot is different from a fool."

"Then I am a fool in love with you."

"Heh! You don't even know what you're dealing with yet you throw away the word love carelessly."

"Then what exactly am I dealing with, [W/N]?"

A long pause. He hesitated for a long while, filling the room with awkward silence. What was he doing, unmoving in your arms when he promised to forsake worthless emotions and to simply live for himself? He felt like he himself was a fool.

A fool in love with you.

"I am not a human," he revealed in a modest hushed tone of barely a whisper.

He expected you to react negatively - to turn back and cast him aside as you had no future with him. Who would want to be with a puppet, right? Surely no happy ending awaited you if you pursued him further.

"Does this mean you didn't like me?" you asked genuinely.

To this, he didn't answer. Of course, he liked you. He knew your feelings were genuine towards him. It was just he had a lot of questions haunting his mind.

Such as was he willing to risk loving again despite everything he's been through?

"You're afraid, aren't you?" in a gentle voice, you asked. Your thumb gingerly made soothing strokes onto his flesh as you waited for his response.

Seconds passed and with no response from The Wanderer, you deemed it was best to let him go. But the moment you loosened your grip, he immediately pressed your body against his.

"What if I told you we cannot build a family together?"

"Just tell me that you love me and visit me from time to time. That's enough for me," you declared, letting yourself melt in The Wanderer's arms. "I love you, [W/N]."

His new name has never sounded so angelic before. He was someone who preferred extremely bitter tastes yet from the way his name sweetly rolled off your tongue, he might turn into a new man.

Of course he would never admit that verbally.

Yet.

But his actions would.

So he planted a modest kiss on your cheek, a speck of promise that he would make your relationship grow and bloom.

Told you there would be drama.

I guess I got too carried away with The Wanderer's scene that it became too long? Or is it just my imagination? 😅

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some curry rice - one for you and one for your Genshin hubby. 🍛🍛

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin smut #genshin alhaitham #genshin alhaitham smut #genshin cyno #genshin cyno smut #genshin kaveh #genshin kaveh smut #genshin tighnari #genshin tighnari smut #genshin wanderer #genshin wanderer smut #genshin the wanderer #genshin the wanderer smut #Naughty Journal Series

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yukidragon · 10 months

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Hello!! I'm sorry if this has been asked before, but there's so many of the asks that you've answered (in such great detail too I loved reading it all), but maybe my eyes gave out on me- have you made an answer of a theory of who exactly murdered Jack/Joseph? We know that he was possibly shot at the incident, and I've been making a theory myself on who/what happened, but I was wondering if you had any insight/theories yourself! Sorry again if you've already answered this question!

Thank you for such kind praise! I'm really glad you enjoy reading my posts so much.💖

At the current moment we don't have any clues as to who is responsible for Jack's death. While I have theorized in the past that he was shot, it's just a theory at this point and not confirmed definitively. It was mentioned along with early development art that Jack was murdered, but unless it's stated in the game or on an official page like the twitter, tumblr, or patreon, it can't be counted as canon. The game is still in development, which means that plot points can and do change. Nick didn't used to be an actual character after all, let alone a love interest.

That said, I do personally think that Jack was a murdered. A popular headcanon in the fandom is that the culprit is Jean Laurent, Jack(tor)'s co-star who we can see had the role of Rory Rainberry in this picture. As you can see in the comments, the theory appeared practically as soon as the character did. Personally, I'm not convinced, as there's too little evidence to actually pin the crime on him... or anyone in particular really.

As of right now, Jack's death is intentionally vague, as I'm sure it's going to be one of the biggest plot points of the game. The first name of the actor behind Jack has been redacted, even though we've gotten teasers that his birth name was Joseph Cullman. We don't know who he interacted with besides his co-stars in his daily life. For all we know the murderer is someone he knew who hasn't been introduced yet.

Hell, the murder could even be someone not even Jack knew. For all we know, his death was the result of other peoples' machinations at play and he was an unfortunate casualty... It's this idea plus the name of the studio producing the show - Lambswork Productions - that led me to come up with the theory that Jack was murdered as part of a ritual. Cults have been known to be involved in the entertainment industry after all, and we are talking about a haunted VHS tape that attaches a ghost(?) to the person who watched it...

Another theory I had was that the murder was the result of a toxic lover's jealous ex deciding that Jack was the reason why they were no longer together.

One of the earliest theories I had was that Jack was murdered by someone from his past, a person who wanted to take revenge on Joseph for something that happened in Haberdae High. After all, there was a reason why Joseph ran away in the middle of a school day and abandoned his entire life, taking only the name of the high school as his new surname... I even reference this theory and combine it with the ritual theory in this AU what if where MC goes back into the past to save Jack's life.

As you can see from all these wildly different theories, we don't have enough clues to point us in the direction of the person responsible for Jack's death. We don't have a motive, or even know if more than one person was involved.

Hell, for all we know, the gunshot might not even have been meant for Jack. This happened in Texas after all, the state of lax gun laws where everyone is packing firearms, possibly multiple ones. He could've been shot by a misfired firearm, maybe when security was trying to get a parent to leave the studio while filming was going on. Maybe he was accidentally shot when the bullet was meant for another person working on the set higher up in the chain of command with more power and sway than any of the overworked actors.

Honestly, even when it comes to my own personal telling of the story, Sunshine in Hell, I haven't decided for sure what the truth behind Jack's death will be. I'm still playing around with different ideas, and I've come up with a lot of them, as you can tell from this post and the past headcanons.

I'm sorry I can't narrow down the suspects for you, but hopefully I've at least given you some possibilities to consider. Perhaps we'll get some more clues with the upcoming character teaser trailer that SnaccPop is going to release on the 20th.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Kim Min Gyu (Seventeen) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kim Min Gyu

Stage Name: Mingyu

Group: Seventeen

Masterpost: Seventeen

Kim Min Gyu

Mingyu (Seventeen)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - IV The Emperor

Mingyu can’t really go any more dom than this. He’s likely a caring dom, though. While he likes to be respected (called ‘sir’ or ‘master’ or whatever dom pet name he’s currently into) he’s not likely to manipulate or trick his lover. He’s openly assertive and powerful and will be the driving force of the relationship.

Libido - VI The Lovers

While he’s a dom, he’s not a sadist or anything near that. Mingyu is a romantic kind of guy and will enjoy love making fully and without restrictions on his side. He’s likely to truly enjoy kissing immensely and he’s absolutely incomparable when it comes to this skill. He’s passionate, sensual, his kisses are deep, hot and reaching the very soul of his partner. He’s also likely to become handsy. He likes physical contact, likes to feel his lover’s skin against his. Mingyu is actually more likely to enjoy making out than sex but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t want it. He does want it and he wants it a lot. The making out sessions nearly always escalate into nights of passion.

Turn On - VIII Strength

Mingyu is a dom but he has his mischievous and bratty side to him. He likes to play and become the teaser once in a while. And he looks for a lover who could easily tame him at times like these and handle his bratty side. He’s not looking for another dom, more like a person with wisdom, courage and gentle way of disciplining him. He’s looking for someone smart enough to grasp when he wants to play games and join him in this endeavour but won’t try to boss him when the game is over and Mingyu takes the dominance back.

Kink - 5 of Cups

Mingyu might have a thing for water. He’s likely to enjoy showering together with his lover (pressing them against wet tiles and taking their breath away from them in a steamy shower), or taking a bath together (being ridden while water splashes around) or even swimming naked at night together, getting frisky in the water, waves being the background noise for moans and sighs. Oof! I should stop before I need a cold shower myself here. You get the idea.

Dirtiest Secret* - King of Wands

Mingyu is likely to truly enjoy love making outside in nature. We have already mentioned naked swimming at night but Mingyu will like any kind of dirty ride when surrounded by nature. Picnics are never dull with this guy as he’s pretty inventive with strawberries and whipped cream. He’s likely to enjoy the thrill of being caught as well. Imagine this: Mingyu and his significant other attending some family or friends event, at one point they sneak out and find the thickest tree in the garden just for Mingyu to first inspect his lover’s tonsils thoroughly with his tongue and then start undoing his pants and ask his lover to drop on their knees with a cheeky wink. Okay… the cold shower seems like a good idea now.

*Cough, cough!* You're not helping, man... 🥵

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ariana-winchester95 · 2 years

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New Work

Hi guys, I have a new work available to read, but due to receiving so many hearts and no comments on my previous works on Tumblr, I unfortunately won't be posting full fics on here any more. I will be posting just teasers, little snippets. You will be able to find the full work on my ao3 and Wattpad. The links to my profiles are in my bio.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Original Female Character

Warnings: Werewolf shifter Hoseok, painful shifting during full moon, mentions of blood, breeding season, mating cycles/in rut, breeding, Hobi loves the chase, biting, claiming, licking, significant size difference when he's shifted, Hobi has a big knot, size queen oc, multiple orgasms, blacking out, oral, vaginal penetration, bestiality (fucking in his wolf form), fucking in the woods, purely fictional, I do not condone this, possessive behaviour, dark, knot tied, soft Hobi at the end, slut calling, rutting, dry humping, dirty talk, aftercare at the end, strangers to lovers

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary:

Yuri wanders into the woods alone to see if the stories are true, If the beast really is as bad as they say. She finds out more than she bargained for. Teaser/Snippet:

The sounds of branches and twigs snapping underneath books echoed throughout the woods. Sharp edges cutting at flesh, red running down and soaking into socks. Thick mist blocking visibility in every direction, making it easy for even the most experienced trackers lost. The full moon shining brightly, high in the sky provided very little light. Beams of soft light, coming through the naked branches of the trees, made the mist that much more eerie.

Yuri tried her best not to make too much noise, not to draw the attention of the beast that is said to live in these very woods. She had heard a number of rumours surrounding the beast, stating that it kills anything that dares to enter its territory, another had said that the beast is a cursed prince waiting for true love's kiss to set him free. Yuri had become curious, wanting to find out the truth for herself by foolishly wandering into the dark, misty woods. Alone. When the moon is full and at its highest. How foolish.

Yuri hissed as a sharp branch tore through her skin, feeling the crimson plasma run down her flesh, Yuri stopped for a moment, leaning against a boulder. A howl sounded through the woods, causing Yuri to break into a run, not caring as more branches cut into the skin of her arms and thighs. She gasped as a growl came from within the mist, too close for comfort, Yuri ran faster. Never stopping, even though her thighs were screaming at her, she kept running, hearing twigs crushing underneath another set of books and heavy breathing getting closer behind her. Yuri had only barely looked over shoulder before she was tackled to the ground. Leaves and dirt mixed with her blood, brown dirt smeared her palms, knees and cheeks, almost copping a mouth full of the forest floor.

A firm body pressed her into the harsh forest floor, twigs digging into her body uncomfortably. She could feel the body all over, pressing against her as large human hands harshly pinned her hands down and muscular thighs pressed against her own. The beings chest rapidly pressed against her back with each deep inhale. Puffs of air disrupted her hair, fanning over her ear as the thing holding her down breathed heavily. She let out a surprised gasp at the wirey fur tickling the back of her thighs as it swayed from side to side. A tail. A hybrid.

#jung hoseok #jung hoseok x reader #hoseok x reader #hoseok smut #bts #bts jhope #bts scenarios #bts hybrid au #bts smut #bts fic #hybrid!bts #hybrid!hoseok #hybrid bts #hybrid Hoseok #hobi smut #j hope #Hobi!smut #bts hobi

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 2 years

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I think I've gone through the majority if not all of your masterlist. I have two rapid fire questions :)

1. What is your favorite post you've made about BTS? (Or I guess another way to phrase it would be which song/event/clip/topic excited you the most to write about)

2. When is the last time you've been excited about BTS content and what was it?

I'm enjoying a delicious watermelon margarita while reading through the asks.

You went through all the posts? Wow. And watermelon margarita sound delicious. I'm drinking apple cider tonight.

I have a few favorite posts actually. On the top of the list would be my analysis of Filter and My Time because I worked a lot on that post. I used the current research I was doing at that time and it worked perfectly on those two performances. It was an article for which I read on an off throughout more or less a year until I decided it's time to stop and just write. So after one week of looking through all the notes, I finally opened the page and wrote the text in 5h with only some smoke breaks in between. I felt really good after I posted that. I also liked how the post on In The Soop turned out because it was an idea that just came to me and I had to get it out. So I did the research, reading and writing all in one go in one afternoon. And connected to that would be another post, the most recent one on the surveillance, which I should add to my pinned post. It's something that really interests me now and I want to dig deeper into that topic because there is a lot of material out there.

I don't have the particular type of excitement I used to have for BTS as I used to have in the past. But I still couldn't wait for the new Run episode because that's one BTS content that I always liked and I think they do a really good job mostly, in terms of entertainment. And when that one photo teaser of Jungkook for his photo-folio dropped, I admit, it really spiked my interest.

#bmt asks #bmt rapid fire asks #bmt pinned posts

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ffion451 · 2 years

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Chapter Eight (and a half) - High Bells: a drabble

Kick Up the Fire and Let the Flames Break Loose: MYG | KTH (m)

The series masterpost has the main summary, warnings, chapter info and posting dates etc.

⚠️🔞Please note that whilst this drabble doesn’t have any mature content, that the whole fic has a mature focus and so minors should steer clear of the whole thing🔞⚠️

Chapter warnings: None, just some very determined mothers and beleaguered coworkers!

Chapter characters/pairings: OC’s mother x Taehyung’s mother (also Dr Gong finally makes an appearance)

Note: So, Chapter 9 is proving difficult to write and I really want to get it right as it’s quite a dramatic chapter. I had this flashback scene planned that was getting overlong though and I didn’t want to cut it because it’s important for plot… so, almost as a chapter teaser, here it is as a little drabble! I hope that if you’re reading (and hopefully enjoying KUTF) that you like this! Let me know!

Word count: 2K

<<< Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine >>>

Up over the the verdant lawn, skittering over the white pebbles of the pathway, up and fluttering through the outstretched fingers of the small boy, and, finally, skimming over the salt and pepper hair of the woman sipping tea, the single petal of pear blossom comes to rest on the vivid, fuchsia display of a camellia bush. Moments later it is pinned in place by the feather-light body of a swallowtail butterfly, itself coming to rest after flitting between the bright flowers, drawn to the sweet nectar of the violently pink camellia, the white and blues of its colouring thrown suddenly into sharp contrast.

The sight draws a smile to the tea-drinking lady’s face and she draws Minjun’s attention with a small wave. The little boy follows her pointed finger and squeals in excitement to his mother, who hold him in her arms, smiling, “Yes,” she says with warmth, “it’s a butterfly,”

“Butterfly,” he repeats slowly, rolling the word on his tongue, frowning to get the sounds out in the right order as he learns his way around words.

“Very good,” smiles the woman who pointed the butterfly out to him, and the little boy beams with pride, before her attention is then called away by her nurse, Dohyun, striding along the pathway.

Beside your mother, his wife smiles broadly at him and the little boy gives another squeal of delight as he calls out for his father, who swoops the little boy into his arms before greeting his patient, a phone in his outstretched hand.

“It’s the tenth missed call from Mrs Kim,” he says apologetically.

Your mother then smiles politely, smiling apologetically herself at Dohyun’s wife, “finish the tea and cake, my dear, I’ll have to go and speak with her; she’s a lovely woman, but persistent.”

Minseo nods in understanding, knowing that Mrs Kim was indeed a lovely woman, but incredibly determined, as she’d witnessed in Jeju, observing how the matriarch held the final say in the family, deferred to by all except her husband, with whom she seemed to have an equal, respectful relationship that Minseo admired.

Minseo had been a little overawed at the start of the holiday, she’d assumed that she and Dohyun would be treated as staff and that the whole thing would be an awkward affair, instead it turned out to be a joyful time. Yes, Kim Taehyung was impossibly handsome and she was starstruck, but he was also sweet and funny, and both families were kind, warm and down-to-earth. She’d made fast friends with the other young mothers there and had been treated as one of them.

A hopeless romantic, she’d instantly been swept up in the warmth that overspilled between you and Taehyung, and she hoped, for both your sakes, that it would flourish into something more. Romantic or not though, Minseo is a shrewd woman, and so she’d quickly discerned that Taehyung’s family seemed as invested in the relationship as she was, whereas your own seemed more reserved. She shared her theories with Dohyun, who agreed, yet both were in equal agreement that your sagacious parents, especially your mother, were sure to be right and so they formed the wise opinion that it would be best for them to not interfere and so anytime either was asked by a Kim to comment on how sweet you Taehyung seemed, or anything else, they both remained polite and non-committal.

Your mother takes the phone from Dohyun and indicates for him to take her seat. She wanders a short distance along the flower-lined verge before coming to rest under the shade of a pear tree, its white blossoms buzzing with insects as she looks over the picturesque view in front of her: a large, ornamental pond, stocked with koi and water lilies; a scene begging to be painted, if one had the talent.

As she calls her long-time friend back, she thinks of the conversations they have shared over the years until the wedge that came between them all those summers ago, when she was so evasive with her about the reason for your sudden departure for England and why both you and your brother were not speaking with Taehyung.

Your mother pled ignorance at the time, falsely reassuring Taehyung’s mother that it was probably nothing other than a childish spat between friends, and would be quick to resolve. Luckily, at least in the case of Jimin and Taehyung, it had been true, the two boys reconnecting in Seoul under the firm understanding that Taehyung kept your name out of his mouth, or Jimin would punch him in it.

The phone is answered almost immediately after she dials and several minutes of pleasantries ensue, checking on the health and wellbeing of each other and each others’ families, reminiscing about the holiday and all the other expected and usual topics that everyone must go through for some universal reason nobody quite understands.

“Yes, Jeju was lovely,” Taehyung’s mother says, before her tone drops as though she is about to share a secret, “though it really did give me hope that we might be hearing those high bells again soon,” she says laughingly.

“Sorry, I don’t follow,” your mother asks in confusion, “high bells?”

Taehyung’s mother continues to laugh warmly, “Yes, yes, have I got it wrong? At the end of your wedding to Mr Park, the bells rang at the church, as I recall,”

“Ah, yes,” says your mother in understanding, “the sound of wedding bells is what we say” she explains.

“Of course,” confirms Taehyung’s mother, “so I expect we’ll be hearing the sound of wedding bells soon,” she says, her voice tinged with repressed excitement.

Your mother’s confusion clears, she knows precisely what is meant, but decides to dissimulate nonetheless, “Really? For whom?,” she asks in a neutral voice, careful to keep her tone light and airy so as not to incur any offence.

“Oh, come now,” Taehyung’s mother insists, “between your sweet girl and my Taehyung, of course! You saw them together on Jeju as much as I did, they’re love’s young dream for goodness’ sake! They are so in love!”

Your mother only hums, acknowledging the words but not indicating any form of agreement or disagreement, besides, she knows her friend isn’t done talking.

“It’s like my dear husband always says,” his mother continues, “our Taehyung is such a romantic boy, it’s always been your girl for him, we think. Perhaps ever since he realised when he lost her how much he cared, the silly, silly boy. I suppose it’s true that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone! I can’t imagine now that he’s got her back - finally - that he’ll ever let her go again.”

Your mother decides to evade the talk about marriage by picking up on the revelation that her friend knew all about what had happened, “What do you mean ‘when he lost her?’,” she asks.

“Hasn’t she told you yet? I’m sure she must have! Well, anyway, Taehyung told us after she came back to Daegu and they reconnected about everything that happened before she went away to England that summer and he moved to Seoul. He told us that he’d upset her, and behaved badly and had broken her heart. It was then that he realised that the little crush he thought he had on her was actually something a lot deeper,” Taehyung’s mother pauses, lost in thought for a moment before she continues.

“You know, I think he might have been waiting for her all these years! Isn’t it romantic?,” she concludes, her excitement no longer concealed.

“Yes, very,” your mother says, trying to ensure she sounds enthusiastic, “they are still young though, and they also have their careers to think of, we’ll have to be careful not to pressure them,” she finishes cautiously, implying that she too approves of the theoretical union.

“Naturally,” Taehyung’s mother agrees, “but I don’t think that will stand in their way. Very little ever stands in our boy’s way for long!,” she laughs.

Your mother forces a laugh in response, “Yes, he’s a very determined and successful young man, you must be proud to have him as a son,” she says, knowing precisely what to say to placate her friend.

As Taehyung’s mother confirms her pride, your’s indicates that she must end the call, claiming she needs to attend physical therapy. The call ends with Taehyung’s mother feeling cheerful and no less convinced of an impending engagement; your mother, on the other hand, feels unease settle in her heart, those icy fingers tightening their grip, just as on Jeju.

She thinks of all you’ve achieved so far in your career, how well it has gone for you and how much hope there is for your future where you’re based in London, far more than exists for you in either Seoul or Daegu. She knows that here, away from the network you’ve built, you would be certainly overlooked for promotion, having no immediate connections, being a foreigner and sadly, also being a woman: that’s not to say the opportunities wouldn’t be there for someone of your capability and talent, but they weren’t as plentiful as in London, nor as obviously laid beneath your feet as they are now.

Ultimately, she wonders how much you’d sacrifice for a life with Taehyung, and how much else you might lose without realising it. She knows the life of a wife of a star is an enviable one for many women, and she does not judge those who aspire to that, but she knows you, her daughter, and she’s certain that it’s not the life you’d choose, nor want, for yourself.

Finally, as she gazes out on the water, her eyes drawn to the gentle ripples caused by the soft white blossoms that fall from above her like tiny bridal veils onto the still surface of the water, she thinks of all she had to say to you that night in Jeju, all the things she asked you that you could not answer, all the things she told you that you did not want to hear and she worries for you.

Your mother possesses a wisdom that you don’t yet have; whilst you repress and push away all your worries, afraid of your feelings and of dealing with them, she tackles her concerns head-on. She knows she cannot reach you yet, that you’re not ready to discuss these things with her, yet she knows something must be done. She knows she needs more information; there is more data to be collected and collated. Forming a plan of action, she pulls another contact from her phone and waits as it rings.

“Hello, it’s wonderful to hear from you,” greets the voice at the other end of the phone, “are you checking up on me again, Boss?”

She laughs warmly, “You don’t have to call me boss, Yoo! And no, I’m out checking up on you - I have absolute faith in you, and the team and, of course, my daughter,” she says.

“As you should,” he asserts with both pride and warmth in his voice, “it’s going very well and your daughter has been an excellent addition, not least for how she’s brought Dongyeon along - he’s doing so well now.”

They exchange notes about the lab for a while, and discuss your mother’s wellbeing as well as his, and his family’s, your mother again amiably trudging her way through the social pleasantries, yet again, before she is able to finally reach the point of her call.

“I am calling with an ulterior motive, of course,” your mother laughs.

“Yes, I guessed,” he replies, clearly amused, “go ahead,”

“I need a favour, and it’s a rather strange one but easy enough, if you’re game? I need the help of someone in Daegu, specifically, someone discreet,” she says.

“Sounds intriguing,” he says, and she can hear the smile in his voice, “as long as its not illegal or unethical, I’m in. What do you need?,” he offers.

Your mother smiles broadly, “Excellent, get a pen,” she instructs, “this is what I need you to do…,”

When he hangs up the phone, Gong Yoo looks at the notepad in front of him, the instructions there confuse him, as does the need for secrecy, but such is his respect for your mother he doesn’t question it.

There’s a soft knock at his door; through the glass he sees Dongyeon clutching a lab report. He tears the page from the pad, folding it in half and tucking it into the breast pocket of his shirt, out of sight and safe, before calling Dongyeon in.

“I’m not disturbing you am I, sir?,” asks Dongyeon, “I just wanted to ask a few quick questions,”

Yoo smiles kindly, “No problem at all, but Im afraid they will really have to be quick,” he says, gesturing for Dongyeon to take a seat, “I’m afraid I have quite an important errand to run.”

A/N: The briefest of drabbles, I’m afraid, but I know exactly how I want the next chapter to begin and rather than put a lengthy flashback in place, it was easier to set up the context this way. I wonder what O/C’s mother is up to? Where is Gong Yoo off to? Does Tae really have thoughts of proposing? Hmmm… let me know any theories you might have, if you want to! Always keen to hear your thoughts, lovely readers! And again, as ever, thanks for taking the time to read my writing!

Also, I’m aware the list of named characters is getting super long now so I’ve made a character map in case anyone wants to quickly work out/remember connections that might pop up from several chapters ago.

<<< Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine >>>

Another crappy moodboard for you, but again, there’s a lot of visual imagery in this drabble so I thought it might be helpful. Also, it features Dr Gong and Kwak Dongyeon, my basis for the imagining of the very sweet Dongyeon in this fic…(also, the tea drinker is Minseo, not O/C’s mother)

#bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #gong yoo #kwak dong yeon #bts #bangtanwhq #ffion451 #kick up the fire and let the flames break loose

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canonconspiracy · 3 years

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The Millennium Rose (Teaser)

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21

Pairing: Yami Yugi/Atem x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minor violence, loneliness (?), nothing gets more violent than the series itself - Rated T.

Posted on AO3 (rmorningstar21) as The Millenium Rose; Posted on Wattpad (rmorningstar21) as The Cursed Millennium Rose, and The Struggling Millennium Rose - Third book for Wattpad coming soon as “The Rejuvenated Millennium Rose”.

AN: Okay, so I will be the first to admit that my The Millennium Rose series is an older series of mine - one of the first chapter stories I truly got invested in. It’s been on hiatus for quite some time, but that hiatus will be coming to an end soon. For those of you who haven’t stumbled upon this on either platform, I wanted to share a little teaser (first chapter) of my series. This follows from Season 1 onwards.. Reader and Atem are married before Pharaoh Atem is sealed in the Millennium Puzzle. I was going to end this one after the Battle City Finals, but due to popular request, posting will begin after my current commission chapter story is up. I typically age up, but was started prior to doing so. Due to the rating, I haven’t changed that. Wanted to keep it accessible for all readers.

A chill crawled up your spine, stinging with each centimeter it moved, grasping your hands tightly to your arms to attempt to shield yourself. Though you were not sure exactly what you were shielding yourself from, albeit the pain or the darkness that was engulfing your body. As you felt the darkness falling hard upon you, like a weighted blanket that you could not hold, a faint light laid on the floor, illuminating each twisting maze as you stepped. Each time you walked further through the maze, you could feel the pain increasing, beginning to make your steps more and more tedious. You attempted to call out, to call for his name in the dark, with no avail. Your mouth opened, but as the air escaped your lungs, your voice did not ring. It was almost like choking - the pain that strode into your lungs from your throat - but you could not utter a single word.

Hours passed as you circled the maze, walking in each and every stone cold direction, the pain of the chills slowly seething your skin. Your surroundings were blackness, and yet you seemed to walk in a labyrinth, swearing that you had turned this way prior, been in each and every spot before, again and again. Inaudible cries of pain burned in your throat as you continued to walk on, your legs growing tired, lungs constricting. Hopelessness swelled in your chest as you continued on and on, silent tears beginning to fall from your tired eyes.

Your tired, crying eyes met a figure, merely ten feet away from where you were walking in what seemed like a room. For a moment you froze, studying the figure, but as you were met with lilac orbs, you took your exhausted legs and ran towards the figure. The small glimmer of hope taunted you, showing you the man that kept your legs going on your weighted journey, lonesome darkness entangling down to your very soul. Hope swelled in your chest as you ran, but as you did the room began to get further away, his lilac orbs seeming to grow smaller and smaller away from your vision. Still your feet patted forward until there was no ground beneath you.

As the ground had disappeared, you had begun your journey downward. Hastily the gravity took your body, plummeting into a deep abyss. Tears once again rained from your eyes. Your heart dropped as you did, and you tried so hard to scream, feeling it scratching at your throat, constricting it.

He was gone, and you had failed to reach him.

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You awoke with soaked cheeks and labored breaths, before glancing around and realizing that you were not in that labyrinth any longer. Another nightmare, you thought to yourself, though every day you lived the nightmares that you slept with. I miss him. Ironically, your nightmares had held your memory intact over time, reminding you of the reason you kept on fighting day in and day out in this monotonous world. Though you would never be able to forget his handsome face, his lilac orbs burned into your skull. As your y/e/c eyes scanned the room, it was simply a relatively plain room surrounding you, little trinkets upon your dresser in the form of plush monsters, and your deck sitting comfortably next to a kuriboh plush that you had grown to adore. Attempting to steady your breath, you wiped your face free of the salty sadness and glanced at the time flashing upon your alarm clock, your eyes still holding a light redness from when you had been crying in your sleep. Springing to your feet, you nearly fell over, steadying yourself on the side of your bed before further action. Your head was woozy with the newfound movement, the room slowly coming back to you as your dizzy spell passed you.

Making your way to your small, gray walled bathroom, you threw your prior clothes aside and hopped into a quick shower. Hastily you scrubbed yourself with your f/s body gel, not getting enough time to even enjoy the kisses of the warm water that drenched over your frigid body. In less than five minutes time, you were already dressed, hair dried, and grabbing at your black messenger bag that laid next to the door. You tucked your deck safely into your bag before gentle fingers reached to touch lightly upon your golden wristband. For a moment, you allow your eyes to close, thinking of your wristband. It held the symbol to keep your life intact as well as cursed, leaving you to deal with the merits and disappointments of this life. Then as your eyes were still closed, those lilac eyes showed in your mind, reminding you of the reason you keep on with this silly charade, hoping that one day everything will change.

Practically jogging out the door, you made your way to your new life once again. Domino High School, as you read upon the sign, looked bustling and boring from the eyes of a woman who had attended countless high school’s over time. The crowds had shown that it was definitely a more lively school than the last you had attended, though not as lively as the one you had attended prior. Maybe if you did not forever look 16, you would not have to attend so many boring lectures in your life, but you had attended plenty in your time, across the globe. Each curriculum merely had minor changes to it, if any, and you had to purposely get things wrong from time to time to not seem out of the ordinary. The world changed and grew around you, while you stayed the same, the same h/c h/l, and young y/e/c orbs. The only thing that had changed over time was your skin, which had lightened from your Egyptian tan to a pale ivory, just as everyone else looked around you. It was just another boring day in monotony for you, but there was a presence around that had kept you on your toes as you entered your newfound high school. You could feel something was different in the world now, which had rose excitement and fear in your young body.

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You were coming out of your geometry class, holding your books tightly to your chest and walking quickly to your locker before lunch, your eyes at your feet as you walked. As you did so, you were lost in thought, and before you knew it, you whacked directly into something solitary, causing you to stumble backwards, staring up in a moment of terror. What you had found was that you ended up slamming directly into another student, and blush began rising in your cheeks from the embarrassment. It was needless to say that the boy looked unpleasant with his round face that seemed to hold a permanent scowl. The boy looked as if he were maybe 17, largely boned, while you had a very tiny frame, yet he glared angrily at you as if you had pushed him off of a cliff. On the other hand, you were the one with the books scattered all over the ground, and the impact had caused your tailbone to whack the floor, causing a sharp, yet temporary pain.

“I’m so sorry!” you said frantically, grabbing your books quickly and pulling yourself to your feet. You bowed slightly in respect and began to rush off before you felt a pull at the back of your uniform. Seconds later, you were pinned against the wall, staring up at the unpleasant boy you had angered, his face looking even more unpleasant than previously. It was as if the anger building in him was surfacing due to what you would assume was a slight inconvenience.

“Don’t think just because you’re new you can get away with that,” he growled, pressing harder against your shoulder.

Just my luck that I run into the school bully on my first day here, you thought to yourself, your heart pounding in your chest. This was not particularly an uncommon occurrence for you, seeing as you had attended plenty of high schools over the last couple thousand years, but nevertheless, you were still a relatively scrawny girl with a 16 year old body. Old souls still did not have super strength, after all. Though you could likely send him to the shadow realm, doing something so rash on your first day would have been a mistake that you would have to live with for the rest of the time you could attend school there, and you shied away from that idea. “I didn’t mean to harm you,” you said cowering back, pain beginning to build in the shoulder he was pressing on. “I-I it’ll never happen again.” You attempted your best fake smile, and yet it dropped almost immediately as the rage fueled his face, watching it scrunch even more.

The boy drew his free hand back, and was about to send it directly into your face. You could see the build up, and your eyes squeezed shut tightly. After a few moments without impact, you opened your eyes back up to see the boy being held back by another student. “You shouldn’t hit a lady,” the slender boy said with the relatively pointed hair, all coming up at the top. As you finally were fully registering what was going on, you saw that the boy was holding the bully’s fist, twisting it slightly. “And if you don’t let go of her, we are going to have problems, buddy.”

The school bully that was about to attack you cowardly ran away, letting go of your shoulder, and letting your body slump to the floor. You could hear a few people talking to the boy that had just saved you, but you were too busy trying to control your breathing, and attempting to ignore the pain that seared through your shoulder. After a few moments, you noticed a hand outstretched to you, paired with a gentle smile on the boy’s face whom had just saved you. With your good arm you had taken it, letting him bring you to your feet.

“Uh, thank you, so very much,” you said bowing slightly, a formal gesture that you had not broken over so many years. You smiled softly at the boy, holding your books tightly to you, despite the pain that you felt still radiating through your shoulder. There was no doubt that the bully had at least left a bruise upon your shoulder from the pressure he was using, and though he was a coward to the boy that had saved you, he likely would have slammed a fist directly into your face.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” the boy said with a genuine smile.

You had nodded at his words, meekly saying, “I just moved here.” In actuality, of course you had just moved there, but you knew that every school was basically the same. Each school that you had run into, you had your share of those issues. Sometimes there were kind strangers willing to help, occasionally you had friends that had your back, and then sometimes you would have to deal with a swift fist hitting you somewhere. Bullies were a common occurrence for high schools, and that was one of the few things that made you regret not aging.

“I’m Tristan, and these are my friends.” He gestured back to the group you assumed you were hearing while you were still on the floor.

“I’m Tea,” a girl with short brunette hair said with a kind smile.

A boy with a Brooklyn accent and blonde hair said next, “I’m Joey.”

And the last boy could have given you a heart attack standing right there. He said, “I’m Yugi,” but as you noticed the spiked multi color hair on his head, the first thing you thought of was him. Your heart skipped a beat, though the boy was definitely smaller than the one that you longed so desperately for. The differences were subtle, and yet you could see each one. His stature, for one, and for two, the shaping of his eyes was much more child-like than him, though they held the same lilac color. Yugi had a shy, yet kind smile upon his face, and continued with, “Would you like to come with us to lunch?”

For a moment, you bit your lip, unsure of what to say. As you weighed your options, you studied the group, though your eyes were mainly set upon the boy who called himself Yugi. He was so much like him, and yet not. If he was a reincarnation of him, would that be even possible? As your y/e/c orbs raked over the peculiar group, you noticed something odd hanging from the short boy’s neck. Just as your item held your wrist was Egyptian, you could clearly see that what he had was an artifact, a very familiar one for that matter. Thinking, you glanced to your wrist, and back to it, and it dawned upon you, making you nod quickly. “I-I would love to, thank you,” you said rushed, realizing that you had been standing there in awe and silence. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

As you walked with the group, you couldn’t help but keep looking over at the Millennium Puzzle adorning the young boy’s neck. Maybe, you wondered to yourself, but attempted to shake the thought of as you stood in line with the group and got lunch with them all. Even if it was, would he remember me?

When the group had gotten their lunches, you sat beside Tea and Yugi while Tristan and Joey sat across from you three. Through your peripheral vision, you would occasionally catch small glances of Yugi, particularly of the millennium item adorning his neck. Excitement was rising in your chest, even paired with a small bit of hope that you could be right. If the prophecy was truly real, then you would be right. What ifs ran through your mind as you thought more and more about it, though you attempted to keep regular conversation going on with the group when necessary. They seemed like kind people, and even if somehow you were wrong, you picked the right group to hang out with for this attended school.

#pharaoh atem #Yugioh Duel Monsters #ygo dm #atem x reader #yugi moto #tea gardner #tristan taylor #joey wheeler #reader insert #yugioh yami yugi #forgotten memories

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capri-ramblings · 4 years

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hi!! may i please request some headcanons of Lilia, Riddle, and Floyd with an s/o who just refuses to wear pants because they make her feel constricted? i only wear skirts and short shorts for that reason, whenever people ask me to wear pants, im like a seven year old who wasn't aloud to go to the park 😅

Funny story when I first started writing this I mistook the whole not wearing pants thing as in their s/o went around not wearing anything but their underwear but then I went and read the request back and I just sat in my room for five whole minutes like 🙂 or was that how you actually wanted it to be,Peachy? If it is I'll just go bury myself in my backyard then.

Requests are in the works. Please refer to Pinned post before sending one in.

"Shorts and Skirts!"

Riddle Rosehearts

- Riddle was fine with it. Well,he thought he was fine with it but then he started to just realize how immensely...short your skirts were and one time he swore he could get a glimpse of what you wore underneath and aside from his cheeks burning from embarrassment, Riddle also felt a jealous streak coming over him.

- "Wear these" He'd say while handing you longer skirts and not so short shorts-shorts but being someone who never liked being or feeling restricted, you always had something to say and honestly Riddle just loses it sometimes

- He isn't the best partner at understanding mostly because he tends to react emotionally rather than logically when it came to his s/o, and also the fact that he grew up with a mom who always had the say over what he had to wear and what was deemed proper.

- He's not trying to be controlling over you, but it's hard for him to watch your bare skin so visible to the world and even when he knows you can handle yourself, Riddle also knows some people don't care where they place their hands and what if he's not there when you need him? What if someone just comes up to you and shoves their hand up your skirt? Just thinking about it makes him want to put a collar on any guy you walk pass

- It gets a little frustrating what him throwing fits at how stubborn you are but if you just keep explaining yourself and have him listen which he will eventually, Riddle will learn to simmer down.

- A bit jealous and overprotective but once he sees how happy you are with your clothing, Riddle would just adapt to glaring at anyone who looks at you like you're a free pass.

- He likes the checkered skirts though so expect him buying you lots of those

Floyd Leech

- He doesn't really see the problem. What's the difference between a pants and a skirt anyway? Both things cover up your leg anyways which is weird for him cause Floyd feels human clothes are heavy and he wouldn't want to wear anything if it weren't for Jade

- If you're okay with him randomly touching your leg or pulling on your skirt when he chases you around, then chances are you won't really have any problems with him

- He likes seeing your skin anyway,back in Coral Sea people didn't wear clothes that covered them up and so it was always easier to snatch people and scare them

- It does make him a bit more of a teaser though and brings out his sadistic side too and since human skin is easier to bruise, he'll have a lot of fun with that

- Floyd would purposely grab you a bit too hard and he's always saying it's an accident that you're so small and fragile so sometimes he forgets that gripping hard would leave prints

- It's easier to pull down too right?

- Jade told him once that a gentleman doesn't grope a lady's skirt but Floyd isn't gentle and he's an eel so that doesn't apply to him,right?

- Expect him to run his hands up your skirt or shorts and just him going "What,lil shrimpy? I like my hand on your skin, that's why you're always showing them to me right?"

- He doesn't care who sees, just that you understand he's starting to get addicted to your skin and if you do try to cover up he'd probably do something to have your pants.... accidentally ripped.

- He doesn't mean any harm though, things like affection are just different when it comes to Floyd and as long as you know his best interest,you'd be fine.

Lilia Vanrouge

- Here's another person who wouldn't mind an s/o rocking short skirts and even shorter shorts.

- Lilia actually likes it and sees it as something very charming with how you like feeling free in your in clothing

- Not everyone is comfortable in their own body after all so seeing his s/o being someone who is makes Lilia proud

- He also understands your sentiment of not wanting to feel constricted and it makes sense to him seeing how with full access to your limbs you'd be able to fight or run away if you ever got into trouble.

- It shows that you're flexible and flexibility is just as important as intelligence and strength after all.

- He'd buy you a variety of skirts and shorts and have you try them on in front of him, not only because it's a major turn on for him but also because he wants to take note of what you like and what you don't for future references

- He might even get matching shorts for you and him to wear much to everyone else's dismay of course, but hey you look cute wearing his colours.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland fanfic #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #floyd leech #twst floyd #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #twst headcanons

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shandian-go · 3 years

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[SPECIAL ORDER] MDZS x Montage - Feb 2021 Merch

Before you continue reading, please note that I am only opening this pre-order for those that want the limited time bonus gift in the first picture! Due to time constraints, I won’t be able to accommodate everyone at this time, sorry! Montage usually has leftover stock for most of their merch though so I'll try to open another GO later or include the items in a future batch order.

The bonus gift is a polaroid card + acrylic board set (edit: Montage has now added a shikishi board!) - it's not sold separately and can only be obtained by ordering a minimum of 220 RMB (Chinese yuan) of the items listed below.

Options

Desk calendar - acrylic frame, includes 12 artwork cards, 1 for each month

AU badge set - includes all 7 designs pictured

AU single badge - random

Standing badge set - set of 4 badges with stand on the back

Coaster standee - acrylic

Enamel pin

Metal bookmark

Prices

In order to meet the minimum reqirement to get the bonus gift, your order MUST total at least 220 RMB using the below prices:

Desk calendar: 129 RMB / 25.50 CAD / 20.25 USD

AU badge set: 99 RMB / 19.75 CAD / 15.60 USD

AU single badge: 15 RMB / 3.00 CAD / 2.50 USD

Standing badge set: 48 RMB / 9.50 CAD / 7.50 USD

Coaster standee: 45 RMB / 9.00 CAD / 7.25 USD

Enamel pin: 69 RMB / 13.75 CAD / 10.75 USD

Metal bookmark: 48 RMB / 9.50 CAD / 7.50 USD

* Please note that the above prices represent the first payment only and shipping costs will be calculated separately

Important notes

The expected release is June 2021 because Montage's manufacturer is in a COVID-affected area which has caused significant delays. And based on past orders, they're one of the slowest stores to ship and have screwed up orders multiple times so it'll take me extra time to consolidate

Montage has confirmed that the calendar is limited and will not be restocked after Mar 14

They also confirmed that they will not be releasing the standee in their earlier teaser images bc of design issues

I will not take preferences into account for the random AU badge and will allocate them at random when I'm packing

The bonus gifts stack so if your order total is 440 RMB or 660 RMB, you'll get a 2nd/3rd set of the gift

How to order

To order, please fill out the pre-order form on the pinned post as soon as possible. If the number of orders are too much for me to handle, I will close the pre-order early.

If you have never joined one of my group orders before, please read the guide and the FAQ before signing up!

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #designer montage

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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OMEGA X Kinky Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Stage Name:

Jaehan

Hwichan

Sebin

Hangyeom

Taedong

Xen

Jehyun

Kevin

Junghoon

Hyuk

Yechan

Group: OMEGA X

Jaehan

Position - IV The Emperor

Jaehan is clearly one of the most dominant doms out there. He has the power and control over the relationship and he’s a born leader. He keeps a cool head and he is ambitious. He oozes confidence and it’s likely for him to make the first step and approach a person he likes. He’s very decisive as well. Once his heart is set on his prey, the person has no other choice but to surrender to his charms.

Libido - 7 of Cups

His desire roots in Jaehan’s mind. Once an idea or fantasy appears in his head, it’s very difficult for him to shake it off. He's a very inventive and creative lover, he likes to plan a whole menu for the night and won’t be satisfied until the sweet dessert is finally consumed.

Turn On - 4 of Wands

As said before, Jaehan is the ultimate dom in the relationship. It’s likely for him to date a lover who will willingly take the role of a housewife. And coming back to a neat home, smelling of delicious home cooked meal, with his lover serving the table is the biggest turn on for him. He loves that old-fashioned model.

Kink - 10 of Pentacles

Continuing with the traditional theme here, it’s likely for Jaehan to have a breeding kink. The mere idea of his partner being pregnant and going to deliver his child is highly arousing for him. Jaehan craves family.

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Hwichan

Position - King of Wands

Hwichan is another dom. He’s a passionate, charismatic and powerful leader in the relationship. However, he is more into teamwork. He doesn’t ask for complete devotion, nor does he expect his lover to follow his orders without questioning. He keeps his partner’s best interests and well being in mind.

Libido - Queen of Cups

Hwichan is a very loving and nurturing lover. He’s emotionally mature, compassionate and sensitive to his partner’s needs. His significant lover will always feel like his top priority with him and it’s a matter of his pride to always satisfy his lover.

Turn On - XVII The Star

Hwichan inclines to fall in love with optimistic and peaceful people. His own fiery charisma needs to be balanced with calm and love. It’s likely he will fall for a mature person, the age doesn’t matter, someone who takes life the way it is and stays contented not because everything is good but because they always see something good in things.

Kink - 5 of Swords

Hwichan is a little teaser and brat from time to time. His calm and mature partner might sometimes get startled by Hwichan intentionally beginning arguments. Hwichan is competitive and nothing can arouse him more than a heated discussion with his lover. You might think he wants to win but he actually finds it more pleasurable to be defeated by his otherwise tranquill lover. And if some light punishment is included, he will become more than happy.

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Sebin

Position - Page of Wands

Sebin is more on the sub side. He’s in a way still a boy deep inside. He’s loveable, energetic and endearing. His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm and he’s in a way a very pure man. It’s likely for him to be romantic and chivalry and always treating his significant other like the most important person in his life.

Libido - 5 of Pentacles

Sebin’s desire isn’t very strong. He inclines to keeping his lust for himself, he might be afraid to express himself or he’s simply not so sure what he wants just yet. His lover should proceed very cautiously and slowly in the intimate matter.

Turn On - XIX The Sun

As said before, Sebin is a very pure and innocent soul. All his passions are somewhat childlike and more on a platonic side. He will feel attracted to a fun and joyful person with confidence and exuding vitality. His ideal type is an optimistic and good natured person, generous and enthusiastic.

Kink - Ace of Wands

It’s difficult to tell Sebin’s kink when he’s not that much into sexual relationships. As for now it’s an open question, the potential is limitless.

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Hangyeom

Position - XX Judgement

Hangyeom is always very committed to his lover. He takes his relationship seriously, he finds it nearly like a karmic calling, it pulls him in very strongly. He’s likely to be on equal terms with his partner and he will make sure that important decisions are based on mutual agreement.

Libido - King of Pentacles

Hangyeom’s libido is a strong and healthy one. He's a loyal, caring and dependable lover. Hangyeom gives a certain fatherly vibe and he’s confident and possesses certain wisdom. He will make sure his lover is well secured and taken care of in the relationship.

Turn On - I The Magician

Hangyeom is likely to be attracted by creative, intelligent and talented people, individualists and non-conformists. He finds it arousing to discuss deep philosophical issues. It’s likely he will be instinctively drawn to a more dominant person or at least someone with powerful will and clarity of mind.

Kink - Queen of Wands

Hangyeom will likely be defenceless when it comes to play fights or passionate make out. Both will most likely arouse him and lead further. That’s the more tame version. In the more extreme scenario, Hangyeom plays a bratty pet to his mistress and enjoys it like nothing else in the world.

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Taedong

Position - XXI The World

Taedong is the ruler of his personal space and he expects respect and loyalty from his significant other. He's not a dictator but won’t accept any playing around and fooling him either.

Libido - Knight of Cups

Taedong has extremely strong charisma. Once he sets his heart on a prey, the poor soul is doomed to fall for him. His passion is very strong, creative, even playful. He’s a loving, giving and thoughtful lover. It’s very likely he will make his partner’s pleasure a priority.

Turn On - Knight of Wands

Taedong searches for someone enthusiastic, pioneering, passionate and adventurous. He feels attracted to lively and fun people full of ideas and with ambitions and courage.

Kink - 9 of Wands

Oh my! As much as Taedong is loving, he can go wild as well. His secret (or not so secret) desire might be to put restraints on his partner (think bondage) and watch them writhe with pleasure as he’s got them in his power completely. The other possible interpretation might be Taedong’s joy from play fights and verbal sparring. A good heated discussion or argument will ignite his spark. Taken to extreme, Taedong might even appreciate sex with an enemy (or professional rival if arch enemies are out of stock).

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Xen

Position - 4 of Cups

Xen is more on the submissive side. It’s possible he might feel in some way inferior to his partner. Maybe he chooses bossy lovers but he’s not pleased by that. Maybe he has self-esteem and trust issues which he needs to figure out first.

Libido - II The High Priestess

Xen’s passion and desire are more theoretical at the moment. He’s not really feeling like getting physical in a relationship now. His mind is seeking for some spiritual bond with a person first.

Turn On - 8 of Swords

As said before, Xen isn’t ready to get physical at the moment. He is in a stage of deliberate hibernation when it comes to his sexual needs.

Kink - Knight of Wands

Any kinky ideas are delayed here. Xen’s sexual energy is fractured. He will remain in chaos till he figures his issues out.

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Jehyun

Position - Ace of Wands

Jehyun inclines to the dominant position in a relationship, although he’s not really strict about the power play. He’s open to all ideas and burns with passion for everything new and exciting. It’s likely for him to fall for his sweetheart quickly and without much thinking about it.

Libido - 9 of Cups

Jehyun is overflowing with love, kindness and emotions when it comes to his love life. Quickies with strangers are not his thing, he needs to feel a genuine emotional bond with his lover. He needs to love and be loved to the moon and back.

Turn On - 4 of Swords

Jehyun is likely to fall in love with a quiet and thoughtful person, someone gentle and genuine, loyal and true. He might like to put himself in the role of a good knight for his lover. He’s protective but not in an obsessive way. His biggest turn on is the comfortable home with a loved person by his side.

Kink - 9 of Swords

Jehyun wants a lover with secrets he could reveal. His significant other might find it very pleasing to wear some complex and elaborate dress. Jehyun will happily drag out the foreplay by peeling it off piece by piece, slowly revealing what was covered.

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Kevin

Position - 7 of Wands

Kevin might feel a bit defensive in a relationship. He’s more likely to take the submissive role but only if he can be a little bit of a brat and defy his mistress / master. He needs to feel their support and care for him, though. He desires to be loved and pampered.

Libido - Queen of Pentacles

Kevin can become a very attentive lover. He wants to please his significant other, he wants both of them to feel comfortable and it’s likely Kevin will enjoy making love in a luxurious and soft place, be it a bed or couch. Any dirty, cold and hard place will leave him utterly cold.

Turn On - 10 of Pentacles

As said before, Kevin likes the finer things in life. It’s likely he will feel instinctively attracted to an older lover, someone already well established and their life sorted. Not that Kevin would be a gold digger but prefers to feel secure and will appreciate going to nice restaurants, receiving pretty gifts. He himself works hard to meet his goals and will incline to love someone with a similar attitude in life.

Kink - VIII Strength

As mentioned before, Kevin is more likely to become a sub in a relationship. His lover should earn his respect. If there’s one thing Kevin craves, it’s to be dominated in the sweetest way possible. Don’t take me wrong, harsh treatment will disgust him. However, being gently and sweetly commanded by his mistress / master will please him like nothing else and he will be more than willing to return the favour.

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Junghoon

Position - 4 of Wands

Junghoon has no passion for power play whatsoever. He wants to be equal with his significant other in every aspect. He wouldn’t feel comfortable with somebody either bossing him around or relying on him completely.

Libido - 10 of Swords

It seems like Junghoon doesn’t feel much passion at the moment. He’s not ready to feel his desire now. Maybe he was broken-hearted in the past, maybe he saw how relationships hurted his close ones. No matter the reason, his libido is wrecked and broken and he needs time to recover from trauma.

Turn On - XIV Temperance

As said before, Junghoon is likely to keep all his relationships platonic. A good and loyal friend means so much more to him than any fickle affair. He needs time to heal and he needs understanding friends to support him now.

Kink - II The High Priestess

Junghoon’s kinky side is veiled with mystery for now. He’s not ready to explore his own sexuality for the moment and focuses on other sides of life.

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Hyuk

Position - 9 of Wands

Hyuk is a wild boy. No matter how innocent he looks at first sight, there’s a part of him that loves challenges. He’s likely to fight over dominance in a relationship constantly. He wants a lover that will not give anything easily to him. Hyuk wants to show his determination and strong will. It’s likely he might fall in love with an enemy or rival.

Libido - 10 of Wands

Hyuk is young and wild and passionate and wants to try everything and anything in the world. He might become a rather impatient lover, always rushing the pace to achieve pleasure as quickly as possible. His lover will have to show strong will to tame him a bit.

Turn On - 5 of Swords

As said before, Hyuk will likely fall for some sort of an enemy or rival. Fighting and verbal sparring is a big turn on for him. Hyuk is a fit young man with a passion for working out so he might even like to get physical in fights. Those wrestling matches will most likely lead to steamy love making, though. It’s likely he will want to keep the relationship a secret for a while. He will put on a show and pretend how he dislikes his lover.

Kink - Knight of Wands

Hyuk is attracted to high energy and passion and adventure. Quick mind blowing making out backstage right before the show starts? Or maybe a quickie against the wall in the dressing room only a few minutes before the other members come? Hyuk likes the risk and fast pace. He’s young and wild and daring. And once his carnal needs are satisfied and his lover can hardly catch their breath, he puts an angelic smile on his face and becomes a picture of innocence in front of his group mates.

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Yechan

Position - 10 of Cups

Yechan isn’t into powerplay. When he falls in love it’s with his whole heart and mind and everything. He’s devoted, loving and caring and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his significant other. He’s the perfect sweet boyfriend - sort of naive but loyal and fun to be around.

Libido - XII The Hanged Man

Yechan is sort of the monk type. He has no problem going on sweet romantic dates where holding hands is the most daring physical contact. It’s not like he would have no desires at all, he simply can control himself very well and the emotional bond is more important for him than physical one.

Turn On - IX The Hermit

As said before, Yechan is no beast in sheets. He’s more focused on the spiritual and emotional side of a relationship. He’s likely to be attracted to someone spiritually engaged - no matter whether it’s a person going to church every Sunday or whether it’s a modern Wiccan with their room full of crystals, candles, incense and potions. Yechan will enjoy deep and meaningful discussions and self-exploring.

Kink - 3 of Wands

Yechan is not really the most ravenous member of OMEGA X when it comes to making love. However, certain dangerous or adventurous situations might be appealing to him. Going for a hiking trip with his best friend and getting lost in the mountains might lead him to “discover” his deeper feelings for his friend.

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@writeouswriter actually writes: A masterpost of all my currently posted WIP/OC Intros, Excerpts, Quotes, Graphics, Aesthetics or Moodboards.

[Photo ID: A cyan blue bulletin board with various sticky notes holding the same information as the above text. End photo ID.]

(An attempt at some sort of organization so my thousands of WIPs don’t get lost in the void of memes, and so you can check out my work because I do write sometimes, I swear)

This post will be pinned and updated as new content is added. Keep checking back for more stuff and feel free to ask to be added to any taglists!

Last Updated: May 10th, 2024

All WIP information/links under the cut.

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Have You Ever Dreamed of The End of the World?

A contemporary low fantasy thriller about psychic visions, tragedy, hope and fighting against fate.

WIP Intro+Graphic+Excerpt: The Phone Call

Graphic+Excerpt: The Gift

Graphic+Excerpt: The Tarot Reading

Graphic+Excerpt: The Hospital

Graphic+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line 1

Graphic+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line 2

Graphic+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line 3

Graphic+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line 4

Picrew of the MCs

Umbrella House Mysteries

A contemporary new adult mystery/adventure series about a young college girl forced to move to an eccentric building with an even more eccentric group of tenants. Found family galore. Tag: UHM

WIP Intro

Moodboard+Character Intro: Lydia Tell

Moodboard+Character Intro: Gabriel Ingram

Moodboard+Character Intro: Steven “Tag” Taggart

Moodboard+Character Intro: Nora Di-Ramirez

Moodboard+Character Intro: Isaac Rosenbaum

Moodboard+Location Intro: The Middle Cafe

God Hunt

A contemporary urban fantasy about a tired young supernatural bounty hunter turned bartender recruited by the angels to track down God himself.

(Formal) WIP Intro

Comic Sans Powerpoint WIP Intro

The Hermes Project

A contemporary low sci-fi/urban fantasy about a secret government project used to create people with unique and unnatural abilities, but with a price and a twist.

(Slightly Outdated) WIP Intro+Moodboards

Moodboards+Character Intro: David Elliot Scott

Moodboards+Character Intro: Asa Nix

Moodboard+Character Intro: Olivia Fairchild

The Gods Are Alright

A contemporary urban fantasy about fallen gods, humanity and hope. Tag: TGAA

WIP Intro+Graphics+Short Excerpt

Character Moodboard+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line: Ronin James 1

Character Moodboard+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line: Ronin James 2

Character Moodboard+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line: Juliet Delacroix 1

Character Moodboard+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line: Juliet Delacroix 2

Character Moodboard+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line: Ellery Quinn

Character Moodboard+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line: Althea

General WIP Graphic/Aesthetic+Short Quote/Line: Humanity

General WIP Graphic/Aesthetic+Short Quote/Lines: Gods Don’t Die.

Cast No Shadow

A contemporary Southern Gothic urban fantasy/horror about some deals made with the devil in small town, Georgia and the time coming to collect.

Moodboard+Short (Unofficial) Character Intro: Thaddeus “Fletch” Fletcher

Moodboard+Short Character Intro: Lilah Woodrow

Moodboard+Short Character Intro: Alydia St-James

Moodboard+Short Character Intro: Bishop Hunter

General WIP Moodboard+Short Quote/Line

Ask I answered that gives a lot of WIP details

My 1st Terrible Attempt at drawing Fletch

Nowhere Town

A contemporary mystery/thriller (possibly urban fantasy) about dangerous cults, prophecy and the secrets hiding in a strange desert town.

Graphic+WIP Teaser

WIP Bingo

Graphic+Short Quote/Line

Another Graphic+Short Quote/Line

Way too Specific OC Bingo: Elizabeth

Way too Specific OC Bingo: Adrian

Way too Specific OC Bingo: Ryland

Random Side Character Sketches (Which I’m quite proud of)

Ask where I Kind of Unofficially Introduced It

Dear Delirium

A contemporary urban fantasy/dark academia/mystery/horror about weird experiments, strange doors in the woods, people vanishing into thin air and a house where nothing is ever as it seems.

WIP Intro+Moodboard

WIP Graphics/Banners+Short Quote/Line

Cari Croft Wants to Believe

A modern-ish suburban gothic low sci-fi about a girl desperate to prove that her mother was abducted by aliens so many years ago. Tag: CCWTB

(Slightly Outdated) WIP Intro+Graphics

Graphics+Short Dialogue/Quotes/Lines: Memories

Graphics+Short Excerpt: Do you smoke?

Graphic+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line: Hope

General WIP/Character Moodboard+Short Excerpt: The Lights

(Gif) Graphics+Short Dialogue/Quote/Line: Do you ever dream...

WIP Bingo

This is Your American Dream

A sci-fi/suspense about corrupt governments, rebellion, and the dark conspiracy behind a Stepford-esque Suburbia and the American Dream.

WIP Intro+Graphics+Excerpt

GIF Graphic+Excerpt

Static House:

A horror/suspense set in the 80s about a paranoid horror movie fan who believes he’s receiving warnings through the static of his TV.

WIP Intro+Movie Poster Art

OC Intro+Moodboard: Jack Lanelle

WIP Playlist

Location Intro: Zhang’s Video

Gif Art + Short Excerpt

Gif Art + Short Excerpt 2

Gif Art 3

An Ask Where I Ramble About Theme and Stuff

Another Ask About It That I Forgot Existed but Really Like

More Art (Jack at Zhang’s Video)

In the Eye of the Storm:

A contemporary mystery/magic realism/low fantasy about a storm chaser and the strange small town she finds herself waking up in after a hurricane.

WIP Intro+Cover Art+Other Art That I Adore

Blackout Poetry

Creation

The Void

Hope

The End of the World

And in the chaos...

A Note on Blackout Poetry

The Cosmos

Miscellaneous (No Formal Intros or very little information shared yet)

Checking Out: Graphic/First Lines

Before I Sleep: Moodboard+Short Quote/Line

Your Local Haunt: Moodboard+Short Quote/Line/Teaser

The Chosen One is Dead: Moodboard+Short Quote/Line/Teaser

Rural Route Red: Horror Novella WIP Intro+WIP Covers

The Nightmare Heist: Horror Novella WIP Intro+Graphics

Undecided WIP: Moodboard+Location Intro: St. Cajetan’s

Untitled Clairsentience WIP: Graphic+Short Quote/Dialogue/Line: The Fool

Untitled Werewolf WIP: Unofficial WIP Intro+Moodboard

Asks From a Writeblr Ask Game Where I Unofficially Introduced Some WIPs:

Untitled Hitman WIP: Opening Excerpt

All the Stars in the Sky (and on Hollywood Boulevard): Opening Excerpt

Kamran Nazari Lives on the Moon

We Have Always Been Listening

Small Comic Art:

I received a package in the mail today...

I probably forgot some, but here is the list for now. No doubt it will grow exponentially though.

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justoneday-namjoonii · 4 years

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Don’t Breathe 4.5 | teaser

»Genre: hitman!au || stalker!au ||

»Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, themes of potential Stockholm syndrome, mono-phobia, mature elements, yandere at some point (? i think ), themes of depression, redemption, they fall in love, lovey dovey, fluff, Disclaimer: I do not condone nor suggest stalking/kidnapping or anything of that nature, this is purely fiction ok.

»Summary: He doesn’t get shaky hands, he never forgets his gloves and he never leaves a trail. He was paid to get rid of everyone who witnessed the exchange between a gang lord and a politician, they were picked off, one by one. He found out a month later, he missed one. A young writer who attended the event where the exchange took place. He has to kill her. Can he do it?

✤ pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.2.5 - pt.3 - pt. 3.5 - pt. 4.0 - pt.4.5

author’s note: coming soon

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The sun is setting like a dream, you can’t say you’ve ever seen it shine so beautiful. The sky looks like a peach painting that shyly fades into a heavenly deep-blue. It’s a perfect evening, the air smells of the flowers growing on the porch and it delights your senses. He’s chasing you barefooted across the grassy yard, like two children playing tag at the peek of spring. Out of breath, he finally catches you and you fall back into the checkered blanket, too tired to run off again.

After seeing you enjoy the balcony so much, he introduced you to his lavish backyard. Aside from the large stone patio and pool attached to it, the yard expands at least an acre and it’s well-groomed. Early in the evening, you moved to spend some time on the patio, a pencil and paper in hand. Taehyung had some work to do so you had a few hours to yourself, you used that time to think and write. After a few hours, you could no longer resist the urge to take a dip in the crystal clear oasis.

With a t-shirt and underwear, you eased into the cool water and breathed a sigh of relief. For what could have been an hour or two, you weren’t counting, you swam on your back, staring up at the clear sky, wondering if you’ll ever feel peace like this again. When your eyes shut, your thoughts seem to align, and for the first time since you’ve been here, you felt like you were where you were supposed to be. As much as you cherish your life alone, your independence and innate desire to prove that you can make it on your own—it seems Taehyung is worth giving that up.

That would have sounded crazy weeks ago, but it’s how you feel. That night that you confessed that you wanted to be with him, you meant it. You don’t know when it happened, maybe when you kissed him and he picked you up, when you woke up to him fast asleep with a pillow in his arms. Or maybe it was when he suggested you help him bake, since he knew you wrote so much about food in your articles, you’re not sure. But somehow, some time after learning his name, you think you fell in love.

When you were with Jin, you had similar feelings to this. You knew you were in love when you had the urge to smile even when you were hurting just to make him smile. That feeling of unexplained self-sacrifice, something as small as smile, you’d force it out if you knew it would help him. With Taehyung, it seems like he will do anything to make you smile sometimes, even when you know he’s keeping stressful things from you. Is that love? You think so.

You sigh, still feeling a bit wet from your swim a while ago but you’ve dried mostly. He fussed at you for not showering straight away but you said the sun would dry you well enough until your shower tonight. It’s dusk now, and your out in the grass, laying happily on the blanket with him. Only a few minutes ago did you find out that he had pretty lights adorning the patio. He said he’s had them for a while but hadn’t turned them on until today. It casts a warm light out into the grass, you tell him he should turn it on more often.

”You should shower before you catch a cold,” He stresses for the second time. You find his worry endearing but negotiate five more minutes, and he caves. It’s been a while since you’ve been outside like this. He knows this, that’s why he’s laying shoulder to shoulder with you as you gaze up at the night sky. “Sorry I had so much work I had to do today, hope you weren’t too bored,”

”It’s fine, I was writing anyway...”

”Really?” He turns on his side, curiosity piqued. You nod, hands searching for the pencil and pad you had on the blanket.

”I used to write poetry when I was in high school. I wasn’t very good and some of it is kind of cringe now that I look back at it, but I enjoyed it. I haven’t written in so long, I thought I’d give it a shot,” You grab the notepad and look up at it, eyes skimming over the gray hue from all the erasing. You catch him trying to peek over and you hold it to your test. You grin, “Don’t look, it’s not good,”

He pouts, hand moving to intertwine with yours.

“Come on, you’ve never shared your personal writings with me before,” He pouts, leaning closer to you in hopes that you might succumb to the allure of his gaze. “Pleeease?”

”Fine,” You sigh, “but you have to read it yourself,” You lift the notepad, handing it to him.

He sits up and the feeling of anxiousness comes to a halt when you realize one important fact; it’s Taehyung reading this. Not a supervisor critiquing your rough draft or a teacher judging your ability to recite your understanding of the class’s latest assignment. It’s him.

I’ve been given a universe, all for me. My very own stars in your eyes, I can stare at you forever. The remnants of your every gaze births a galaxy and I draw up the constellations by the reminisce of the pattern of your touch on my skin. I, too, have given my universe to you. Though I’m innocent to the stars in my eyes, the constellations I paint on your skin, all for you. No event is there more beautiful than the moment our eyes meet, our nebulae collide. A merging occurs, giving life to new stars that are our own, creating a galaxy that holds a shape that can only be defined by fate. In that sweet moment, we create an intertwined constellation, a design filled with millions of our old and new stars, shining brighter than ever,

“in your universe, my universe...” He reads the last lines softly. Setting the pad down with an expression that you can’t quite read, he just looks at you and you start to feel nervous.

“I just,” You bite at your lip and look up at the night sky that’s beginning to show the stars, “I had this idea about space, it’s a little different but it took me hours to come up with...I’m rusty.”

He props himself up and leans over you, gaze searching for yours with a tender close-lipped smile. He holds his hand to his heart, “That was so beautiful.”

You cringe, pushing his chest so he can roll back on his back. “Oh stop, now I wish I wouldn’t have showed you,” It’s hard to tell if he’s praising you or teasing, it seems like it’s one in the same sometime.

“I’m being serious, I can feel the emotions you’re conveying in your words, I really get it...” He looks a bit surprised that you’d think he was teasing you about this, he leans back over you.

“You mean it?” You look into his eyes, wondering how anyone could be capable of making you feel so special, like you’re the only person in the world. Without a word, he presses a firm kiss to your lips and you sigh, he means it.

* * *

“How’s the investigation going? Jin told me you reached out the other day,”

The busy lawyer sits his freshly ordered coffee in his cup holder as he drives off to his highly-decorated firm.

“I did, the case is more complicated than I initially thought,” Yoongi poured the subpar coffee in the Styrofoam cup, it’s 6am and he’s trying not to be grumpy, “if I’m right about my suspicions, it’s a fucked up situation.”

“What’re you thinking?”

Yoongi looks around, seeing that the only person around was the woman at the desk. “The girl, along with the other individuals at that conference, were targeted. I got the names of the parties at the conference, they’re politicians of course but the details of the meeting was never released. I have a theory,”

He lowers his voice, looking around one more time before sipping his coffee, “I think someone at that conference had those other reporters killed. I went over each autopsy file and those people died from unusual things, but not unusual enough to suspect at first-glance. Most of them dies from too much of a medication that they were already taking, things like that. But this girl, unlike everyone else, she was abducted and I don’t know why.”

Jungkook makes a thoughtful noises. “What’s different about her that not like the others?”

“She went missing a little over a month after the others were found dead. It looks like a mistake to me,” He paces, “I don’t know if I’m being too outlandish, but I have a feeling she’s alive, we just need to find her,”

Jungkook responds with how he feels about it but Yoongi has to cut him short when Eunwoo walks into the station.

“You’re here early, Min,” Eunwoo smiles, beckoning Yoongi to follow him to his office, “I have some good news, and some bad news, which do you want first?” Eunwoo leads Yoongi into his office and sets his briefcase down so he can pull what he needs out.

“Surprise me.” He deadpans.

“Well, last night, we found out that the infamous Hwan Group could be apart of this. You know that group, they’ve been under the radar for years, you can’t catch’em. But there’s a chance they could be the force behind this, they have assassins for hire from what I’ve heard,” He takes a seat, opening one of the Manila folders.

“And the good news?”

“It took a lot to pin him, but we’re bring one of the parties in for questioning today,”

“Good, I think they know something that they’ve been trying to keep under the rug.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

Yoongi gets up, hand tight on the flimsy cup, “If you could give me a call after the questioning, I’d appreciate it. I’m gonna do a little digging into this Hwan Group, see if I can get some info that’ll help,”

Yoongi leaves the building with a to-do list but little does he know, detective Na Jaemin, knocking on on Eunwoo’s door.

“Come in,”

“Hi,” Jaemin slips into the room, an unusual grin on his face, “how are you?”

“Um,” Eunwoo looks around, not understanding why he’s approaching him like this but he shrugs, “good, is everything okay, detective?”

“Everything's fine,” Lies, “I just had a question about that PI, Min Yoongi,”

“Shoot,” Eunwoo awaits his question.

“Why is he so adamant on keeping this case open? I mean, I’m a detective on the case and I think we should start searching for the body,” His tone sounds innocent but he’s trying to sneakily plant this idea in Eunwoo’s mind, “we could be wasting precious time, the family deserves closure and we’re just dragging it on.”

“Detective Na,” Eunwoo stops looking through the folder, “given the other related cases, we have reason to believe she might be alive. Not every abductee is killed, even if that tends to be the case.”

Jeamin swallows, trying to think of how to save himself, “I know, I’m not saying that we should be pessimistic but realistic, rather.”

“I get what you’re saying, but on what prescient you’re saying it, I don’t know. I, and many of the others on this case, have reviewed the evidence and compared it to the other cases, it doesn’t add up. After the questioning today, we’ll talk, until then, your efforts need to go towards finding her alive and well,” Eunwoo walks past Jaemin and the detective gets the memo to get out of the office, “Understood?”

With a feigned grin he stands up straight. “Absolutely, sir,”

#taehyung #taehyung stalker au #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #taehyung angst #taehyung mafia au #taehyung assassin #taehyung hitman #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #bts stalker au #bts assassin au #don't breathe

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moiraineswife · 3 years

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To Care - A Stormlight Fic

*clears throat* SPOILERS. RHYTHM OF WAR SPOILERS. HERE. THERE. EVERYWHERE IN THIS POST. BANISH IT FROM YOUR SIGHT.

Okay.

Fic time:

Title: To Care

Summary: Set towards the end of Rhythm of War. Wit’s POV. This is a fic of three parts, really. The first part involves Wit's internal monologue on how fabulous Jasnah is. The second part involves Wit and Ivory's dialogue of how fabulous Jasnah is. The third part involves Wit impressing on Jasnah how fabulous she is. AKA: Jasnah falls asleep for five minutes, Wit gets incredibly soft, Ivory becomes slightly protective, and we all agree Jasnah is the best thing since sliced bread.

Teaser: It surprised him how truly and deeply fond he felt of her, looking down at her now.

It had been quite a few centuries now since he’d allowed himself to enter into such a dalliance. Although this was dallying into a far stronger alliance between the two of them than that.

That may be cause for concern, but looking at her now, it was hard to feel concern for anything.

She was truly wondrous. All people were their own flavour of unique experience, but they were not always a good one. Jasnah Kholin had excelled in this area, as in so many others, and was nothing short of exquisite.

Link: ao3

Commission Link: Have me write other cosmere characters

Jasnah looked younger when she slept. Such was a cliche, and though he knew it was inevitable, as after so much of human history no idea could truly be original any more, he did try to avoid the more frequently used ones.

This was just an idle thought, however, not required to do any real work in thrilling or entertaining. Just for him. In this small, quiet moment, in a war camp in Emul, it was precisely what he needed to hear. How convenient that his thoughts were always there to think the things he needed to.

Gently, he brushed the hair away from her face, admiring the softened lines of it. She was truly a beautiful woman. The Shard that had crafted her ancestors way back when ought to feel proud of themselves. She was a true masterwork.

It surprised him how truly and deeply fond he felt of her, looking down at her now.

Head pillowed on an enormously thick book she had been studying, which felt appropriate. Her fingers flexed slightly, their tips brushing over the lines of text, as if she could still feel them, even in dreams. The spiky lines like heartbeat readouts elsewhere in the Cosmere. The life of its author still extended in these dry pages and thin lines.

It had been quite a few centuries now since he’d allowed himself to enter into such a dalliance. Although this was dallying into a far stronger alliance between the two of them than that. That may be cause for concern, but looking at her now, it was hard to feel concern for anything.

He had a deep love for humanity. It would not have been possible to continue doing as he did had he not. The weight of it all would have torn him down millenia ago had he not always had the good hearts of people like Jasnah Kholin to help buoy him up and support him.

And she did have a good heart. Far too few people saw that in her. They saw only the carefully sculpted mask she had crafted for herself over time. They heard her words, and read her analysis and essays, but they did not see what drove them, what drove her.

Jasnah Kholin was a good woman, and she deserved far better than him.

It was selfish, this thing he had embarked upon with her. It was always selfish, whenever he took partners. There was always somewhere else he needed to be, something else that would have to be more important to him.

Jasnah seemed to understand that, so far. She had asked, naturally, and he had deflected her. That had irritated her, but in a way that only made her eager for more. Secrets were to Jasnah Kholin as flesh and blood were to others. They made her, gave her substance, something to sink the teeth into.

Lately, she had merely requesting that he inform her in advance if he was about to disappear on one of his little trips, so she might set aside time to write out her own insults for the meetings she had the next day.

Truly delightful.

She was captivating, fiercely intelligent, with a wit near as sharp as his own, barely in need of him at all at court. Or in general, really.

She had taken eagerly to the information he had provided on other planets, Realmatic Theory, and other staples of the Cosmere that most took some time to adjust to.

Within a few days, she’d been theorising with him, helping him compose letters to the other Shards, and asking deep, insightful questions that had frankly amazed him. Which was difficult to do at his point.

Spectacular.

She’d talked of accompanying him, if he would permit it. Increasingly he was thinking that he would. He had rarely done so in the past. It complicated the already complicated process of worldhopping. But for her...For her he might just make the exception.

Not now, of course, she’d said firmly, with Roshar in such peril. But afterwards. If this world was saved, and she managed to survive that process. Once Alethkar had a more democratic system of rule in place that meant she was no longer needed, she wanted to go with him.

He had opened up a whole new galaxy of other worlds, cultures, magics, and peoples to her. Instead of being overwhelmed, she had just seen it as another area for her to study and explore and learn about.

The thrill in her eyes when he talked of different worlds, the sheer joy he could see just behind the veil of composure shielding her violet eyes...A man could become addicted to that

His fingers rested gently on her head, watching her in her peace. She deserved these moments of respite. Would that the Cosmere be willing to grant her them more often.

No nightmares for now it seemed. She tried to hide them from him when they happened, not yet trusting him to seek comfort and reassurance from. Ivory did that for her.

He had not let on that her efforts to keep him in the dark had been anything other than successful. It would only serve to upset her further, and he had no wish to do that. She had enough pressure on her as it was.

This woman had been burned, burned nearly away to nothing, by those she had loved and trusted in the past. It would take her time to fully trust him. If she ever could. He would be neither surprised, nor offended, if she was no longer capable of fully trusting him. Or, indeed, anyone.

Save Ivory, of course.

As if summoned by this thought, Ivory changed his form, growing to a visible size, standing on the back of Jasah’s chair, watching him with impenetrable eyes, arms folded.

“I mean her no harm, my friend,” Wit said lightly.

That was true. He did not mean her harm. He never meant anyone harm. But there were times when it was necessary. Terrible, but necessary.

The Cosmere could be a cruel, harsh place, and no-one knew that better than him.

No-one knew better, either, that being prevented from physically hurting someone, had not limited his capacity for causing pain. Even to those he loved. Especially to them.

Wounds to the body would, if given the proper time and motivation, heal themselves. Wounds to the heart, and the soul, though? Well, no force in the Cosmere he knew of had yet found a way to repair that damage.

Jasnah herself was proof of that. She hid her scars well, but he knew they lingered.

“I know that this is,” Ivory said simply, in that odd clipped way of the inkspren, “But she has asked that I watch over her when she sleeps. And I do this for her. Always.”

“You do it very well,” Wit said, with a small bow.

He doubted any understood the depth of the bond Jasnah shared with Ivory. He didn’t think even she realised precisely what it meant to her. And wouldn’t unless it were taken away. He hoped, which he was not often in the business of doing these days, she never found out.

“She fears not what is,” Ivory said brusquely, with an air that implied he felt he had to explain Jasnah, which was oddly endearing, "But what might.”

Wit nodded, fingers carding gently through Jasnah’s soft black hair again, “She is wise,” he said, quietly, “And cautious.”

“She is afraid,” Ivory returned bluntly.

As far as whimsical conversation partners went, even Design was better than an inkspren.

He considered that. A hasty assessment, perhaps. Her own personal design seemed to revolve around vexing him in every way imaginable. At least Ivory made an effort. And wasn’t a monster.

“Does she fear me?” Wit asked, curious.

Ivory studied him for a long moment, expression inscrutable. Even for a spren.

“No,” he said, finally, “Though only recently is this not,” he added, and Wit nodded.

“She’s decided to trust me, then?” he asked quietly, thinking how much harder this answer might make it to pull the pin on the grenade Roshar may yet have to be to protect the rest of the Cosmere.

“No,” Ivory said, “Not this. She has decided to allow you close enough so that she may determine if you are fully worthy of trust.”

Wit nodded again, considering that, “She is a very wise woman,” he said, and Ivory nodded firmly in agreement.

Neither added that her wisdom had come at a terrible price.

Wit cocked his head, struck by a thought, and said, “And you, Ivory? Do you trust me? You are bonded to her, your opinion on this matters almost as much to me as her own.”

Again Ivory studied him with that inscrutable obsidian face of his. In an uncharacteristic move, he allowed his shape to grow to his full size, standing eye to eye with Wit. It was a strangely disconcerting, even threatening gesture. He so rarely even revealed himself to any but Jasnah.

“Your intentions for her, they are,” Ivory said, staring directly into his eyes.

Inkspren often emphasised the last word of a phrase, the certain intonation of which gave all kinds of meaning. Unfortunately humans were not good at recognising these things. Usually.

“They are,” Wit agreed.

“You seek your own bond with her,” Ivory said, crossing his arms, “A human bond. This is not like the Radiant bond. It is less. But still close. Close enough to burn, to hurt, to rip.”

Wit nodded, and the spren stared at him again.

“She is, to me,” he said quietly, and his voice became strangely much more human, much more emotional than Wit had ever heard from one of his kind before.

“Importance. She has much importance to me,” he went on, apparently realising he needed to clarify that last sentiment.

He frowned in his odd way, all sharp lines and harsh gestures.

“It was not supposed to be so,” he said.

His eyes drifted back down to Jasnah, expression softening. As much as it could, on an inkspren.

“The warnings were, from my kind, and many others. Humans were dangerous. Not to be trusted. She would destroy me, it was known. I tried to keep a distance. To not care. To be as spren. No passion. No feeling. These are things of men. If she were to kill me, I would make it hurt less, by not caring.”

“How did that work out for you, Ivory?” Wit asked, the corners of his lips quirking up in a half-smile.

“It did not,” Ivory replied flatly, “She is special,” he said, voice quiet again as he rested his fingers gently on her head, a gesture that was almost affectionate. “Special to me. Special to Roshar. Special.” He looked up at Wit and said, with intensity, “She should be special to you, also.”

“She is,” Wit said, with unreserved sincerity.

Ivory nodded sharply, “This is right,” he said. “She is lonely, I know this,” he continued, words more careful now, “Perhaps I should not tell you. But this is something you know already.”

The words were not a question. Inkspren did not do questions, on the whole. They made statements and if they were incorrect, they expected you to simply adjust your reality to make them correct, rather than point out their potential flaw.

“She wants for someone who can understand her. A companion. A bond. A human bond,” he said. “I am important to her. This is. But I am spren. I cannot do for her as you can. This is well. This is good.”

He met Wit’s eyes again, and there was an almost imperceptible shift in his posture, in his bearing. It became protective, almost offensive, with how he positioned himself between Jasnah and Wit.

“I also cannot hurt her as you can,” he said softly, “And you can. She is like spren, but she is not. I understand now,” he looked up at Wit again, and there was warning in his voice this time as he repeated once more, “She is important. She is.”

Well. Wit had been threatened, warned, chased, yelled at, punched, stabbed, and even shot at by those who sought to impress upon him what they thought of his potential to harm their loved ones which he had taken into his bed and, less frequently, his heart.

This was the first time he’d been warned off by a splinter of the divine powers of creation. It was a rather persuasive argument, all things considered. Definitely top five, in his estimation, and in this case his estimation was the only estimation, so top five it was.

“It happens,” Wit said quietly, stepping over to the easy chair he’d been lounging on and picking up the soft blanket strewn across it, “That I agree with you wholeheartedly, Ivory.”

The spren had shrunk back to his diminutive form again, so when he turned, he was apparently addressing empty air. That was fine. He’d given many a performance to the empty air before, and it had always been a most satisfactory audience. Very low rates of heckling.

“She is very important,” he said, gently draping the blanket around her.

He sighed, watching Jasnah as she shifted slightly in her sleep, face creasing for a moment, before she settled again.

“And I was not supposed to care, either,” he murmured, more to himself than Ivory. “Emotions are not very good at doing as they’re supposed to, however, and they never have been. You’d have thought, after all this time, I’d be able to make them do as I please, but no. They have a will entirely their own. Particularly when it concerns Jasnah Kholin.”

He shook his head, and, though he could no longer see it, imagined Ivory’s stiff nod of affirmation at that.

“I never intended it. Who could have imagined, even I? When I met her stumbling out of her perpendicularity somewhere so far from civilisation or thought the cartographers hadn’t even bothered to name it, I never thought that something like this was in our future." He glanced up at Ivory and smiled slightly, “Especially when she pointed you as a shardblade at my throat.”

Feeling. True feeling. It had been some time since he'd allowed himself to become emotionally tangled with another. And never on a system as on the brink as Roshar. But. Well. Jasnah was Jasnah. They should really make that an official Alethi idiom.

"Much like your good self I found that I did. And I do. What a damnable woman,” he added, fondly, tucking the edges of the blanket around her.

Jasnah stirred as he did so, then flinched and sat up too suddenly, the blanket falling away. He took a step back, to avoid crowding her, and raised his hands,

“Fear not!” he cried, in dramatic tones, “‘Tis only I! Your trusty companion Wit!”

She sighed, rubbing her temples, which was a common response to him.

These people had no sense of theatre on this planet. He’d have to found the appropriate guild. If Roshar survived long enough, that was, it’d be his top priority. The brave new world would need theatre if it were to survive with any level of decency.

“How long was I asleep?” she asked, looking around blearily for the clock Navani had sent her.

Wonderful woman, truly, not least because she had produced Jasnah. And fabulous though her latest fabrials were, giving Jasnah a clock so she could more accurately stress about precisely how many minutes per day she wasted doing things like ‘eating’ and ‘breathing’ had perhaps not been the wisest thing she’d ever done.

Wit had now purposefully lost or broken three of the damn things, but she just wouldn’t take the hint and kept sending them more.

“Not long enough,” he returned, stepping deftly to the side and shoving the clock fabrial off the desk and onto the floor, covering the thump it made with a cough.

Ivory frowned slightly at him, at a visible size again on Jasnah’s desk. Wit shrugged and widened his eyes innocently. Ivory said nothing.

Always knew I liked that spren, he thought, with a smirk.

Jasnah glowered at him. She did have an excellent glower. He’d have to try and encourage her to sit for a portrait of it at some point. Scholars in the future could learn so much by studying it.

“Wit,” she said, as though he was stupid.

Maybe he was. Provoking Jasnah Kholin was probably one of the top five ways to get yourself killed on Roshar. She ranked just behind chasmfiends. Her lack of mandibles really did a number on her statistics in that one.

It truly took a very special kind of person to know his vast wealth and knowledge of the Cosmere and still be able to speak to him with that kind of tone. It was excellent.

He grinned at her.

She just sighed, very heavily this time, and the weight of exhaustion seemed to crumple her as she said, tiredly, “What time is it?”

“Irrelevant,” he said simply, gathering up the blanket she had dropped, so rudely, to the floor in her haste to ensure he wasn’t a dangerous assassin come to murder her while she napped.

“Time is very relevant, Wit,” she said, frowning.

“Relative?” he said, lightly, “Why yes, I believe it is. In theory, at least. Relevant? Far less than you might think.”

“I think that it’s very relevant, Wit,” she said, not even pausing to appreciate his rather fantastic word play.

This situation was more dire than he’d first feared.

“I have meetings. If I don’t turn up on time I don’t think the other monarchs will accept ‘the time wasn’t relevant to me’ as an appropriate reason.”

“Peace, Jasnah,” he said gently, “It’s still late, you were barely asleep an hour.”

She relaxed visibly, then straightened in her seat and reached at once for her pen and notes.

Without looking at him again she said, “Good. Can you fetch me the scout reports of enemy troop movements? I need to consult them to properly formulate a strategy to present later today.”

“Jasnah,” he murmured, gently, laying a hand on her shoulder, “You need to sleep.”

“I believe I just did,” she replied flatly.

“For less than an hour.”

“Which was more than I should have allowed myself. I’m growing sloppy, indeed,” she said smoothly.

Damnable woman. It should not be permissible by law anywhere in the Cosmere to argue so well with him moments after waking up.

“Jasnah,” he said again, more firmly this time, stepping deliberately between her and the desk so she was forced to give him her full attention instead of continuing to make notes.

She glowered at him in a way that told him quite clearly she was strongly considering soulcasting him to smoke just to get him out of her way.

Well. Let her try. He could be just as damnable and frustrating as she could. More so, since he’d made a habit of it for quite a bit longer than she had.

“Who am I, Jasnah?” he asked, lightly.

“You’re Wit,” she replied, with a cold glare that told him she was not in the mood for his games.

“Quite correct!” he replied, in a perky tone he knew would vex her delightfully, “I am your Wit. I exist to provide wit to the throne of Alethkar. And that means that when you are being decidedly witless, it is my sworn duty to step in and help you.”

“I don’t need help, Wit,” she said, firmly.

Somewhere, wherever she happened to be frolicking at the moment, Design hummed in pleasure at that blatant lie.

“You haven’t slept in four days,” he told her, sternly, “The bags under your eyes are becoming quite pronounced, and that’s really hurting my attraction to you, don’t you know.”

“I have Stormlight, Wit,” she said, irritably, “I don’t need to sleep.”

“As a point of fact, my dear,” he replied calmly, steadily resisting her attempts to move him out of her way, “That’s blatantly untrue. And I know that you know this, as I heard you tell Sigzil yourself the other day when he was taking too many shifts on guard.

"Stormlight enhances your body. It allows you to push it beyond the normal limits and sustain that for a time. Eventually, however, no matter how much Stormlight you pour into yourself, you will snap from the pressure, and it will make a rather large mess that you won’t be able to fix by pouring more Investiture into it.”

She sighed, looking older than her years, and yet younger all at once. Lost. Almost helpless. And so, so exhausted.

He crouched down in front of her, putting himself at eye-level, and reached out to gently cup her cheek in his hand.

“You need to rest,” he told her quietly, stroking her cheek with his thumb, “You deserve to rest. You have done enough for now.”

She seemed to melt a little into his touch even as she deflated, all of her arrogant posturing lost to the storms that he knew raged inside her.

“I can’t, Wit,” she murmured, voice cracking slightly from fatigue and fear.

He smiled sadly and arched up to kiss her forehead, “You can,” he said, gently, “You shall. I will take care of anything you ask of me tonight in your stead. Whatever you wish to do with this time, I shall do it for you, while you sleep.”

He raised a finger, as a faint twinkle dared to flicker in her eyes, and he forestalled her protest.

“And if you refuse to sleep, I shall in turn refuse to do anything productive whatsoever. I will simply stand in this corner and recite Scadrian hymns until you are driven past the point of patience and forced to murder me. Which will be a real pest to deal with and mean a lot of extra paperwork. So by not sleeping you will, in fact, accomplish less than you would otherwise.”

She sighed heavily again and said, “You aren’t going to let this drop, are you?”

“Not even for a moment,” he replied, brightly.

She closed her eyes, then glanced down at her shoulder. A moment later, Ivory’s voice spoke, projected loudly enough for Wit to hear as well.

“I am in agreement with your Wit,” he said simply.

He always called him ‘your Wit’ which was oddly endearing.

“Humans need to sleep. This is, Jasnah. You know that this is.”

She groaned, rubbing her eyes, “I can’t argue with both of you, I-”

“Wondrous!” Wit exclaimed, interrupting her.

He sprang up then gently nudged her to rise and began undoing the buttons on her havah. She frowned at him, batting away his attentive fingers.

“I’m tired, Wit,” she said, irritably, “Not incompetent. I don’t need you to undress me.”

“Humour me, dearest one,” he said lightly, “Permit me this one duty so that I may retain illusions of my contributions to this partnership we have embarked upon together.”

“Your contributions amount to far more than your ability to undo buttons, Wit,” she said flatly, “If that was the only thing you’d been able to offer me I would never have put up with you for so long.”

That was strangely sweet. In a very Jasnah sort of way. Which was, of course, the best kind.

He smiled, and continued what he was doing, saying quietly, “I’m trying to teach you a very important lifeskill that you seem, as a byproduct of your own chronic over competence at everything you’ve ever attempted, to have completely missed out on.”

“Which is what?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“How to relax for one storming minute, you impossible woman,” he said fondly, earning himself another truly magnificent glare.

In return, he kissed the tip of her nose. That only caused her to roll her eyes at him, but she did so with a slight smile, so he considered this a victory on his end.

She stood still, obviously grudgingly, with no expectation that this would work, but she allowed him to minister to her.

He did so, gently easing her from her havah, taking the time to massage her cramped, knotted muscles as he did so, relieving the tension from them, peppering light, affectionate kisses over her as he did so.

She had a great many areas of skill and knowledge, but it was clear she had no idea how to allow other people to take care of her.

She was a swift learner in this, as in most things, however, and within five minutes, she was pliant, and comfortable beneath his touch, her eyes closed, her expression more at peace once again.

He knew better than to suggest she bathe before sleeping. She had a strictly scheduled bath time in the mornings, and deviated from it only after battle or other, similar exertions. Or if he warned her of it in advance and gained her permission to be spontaneously romantic later that evening.

So he merely fetched her night gown from the closet and eased her into it, followed at once by her robe, which she wore each night. He knew it had hidden gems sewn into the hems to provide Stormlight for her in an emergency. Prudent, but a sad insight into what life had forced her to do in order to survive it.

He guided her to the bed and sat her down, then began to undo her braids, gently and expertly removing the pins and twists. As well he should be able to, given that he had put them up for her that morning.

Her shoulders slumped again, but this time in relaxation, rather than exhaustion, and he counted that as a small win. They needed those in these trying times.

“Thank you, Wit,” she murmured, sleepily, as he moved on to brushing out her long black hair. With fifty precise strokes, as it had been a long, tiring day for her.

He pressed a soft, tender kiss to the back of her neck and said nothing. Now as not the time for grandstanding and loud affirmations of his own brilliance. Those would wait until the morning, when she was rested enough to appreciate them.

Finally, he set aside his brush, peeled back the covers, and guided her to lie down. Then he settled in behind her, putting his arms around her and drawing her close.

She looked at him over her shoulder, frowning slightly, “I thought you said you intended to do the work I wanted to get done tonight, so that I could rest while still being prepared?”

“I did say that,” he agreed, “And I shall fulfil my promise to you. Once you’re firmly asleep. Until then, I still fear a relapse of your earlier stubborn behaviour, and must therefore snuggle you into submission.”

She rolled her eyes, but settled back down and didn’t protest further.

She liked cuddling with him. He’d determined that much. Though she wouldn’t allow them both to fall asleep this way. Once they started getting ready to drift off, on the rare occasion she did drift off, she would nudge him away. Apparently he moved in his sleep and this was irksome.

Her little quirks were all rather endearing to him. They made her her, for without them she would not be Jasnah, and he would not be nearly as fond of her.

“Make sure that you do fetch those scout reports,” she said, her voice already becoming thick with tiredness. “And draft a response for Queen Fen regarding the state of the war in Emul as it stands now. And-” she broke off, stifling a yawn, “And be sure to take some notes on the current strategy we’ve been using, I feel there is a way to improve it. And-”

She continued to mumble until sleep finally claimed her and dragged her away from her constant work and worries. He held her for a time afterwards, enjoying her warmth, the peaceful sound of her rhythmic breathing, the softening of her features as she fully relaxed.

Then he gently extracted himself from the embrace and set about doing what she had requested of him.

As he did so, he noticed Ivory settle into place on the headboard above where Jasnah slept, keeping watch over her. She had not asked him to do that. She did not have to. She knew that he would, and that was evidently enough for her.

He doubted she would have slept at all the past six years without the spren to watch over her.

Wit nodded to Ivory, and the spren nodded back, an understanding passing between them. Together, whatever else was happening, they would teach this woman how to let herself be cared for again.

***

#Jasnah Kholin #Hoid #Ivory #Stormlight Archive #Rhythm of War #Rhythm of War Spoilers #RoW Spoilers #stormlight fic #jasnah x wit #jasnah x wit fic #my fic #jasnah x ivory #listen every time i write ivory and jasnah in a fic together i cry SO HARD #HE'S A GOOD SPREN #AND HE /LOVES/ HER DAMMIT #we've had like 2 scenes of ivory in 4 books #and in one of them he's a sword #but i have absolutely extrapolated a whole entire personality and relationship from that #and both of them boil down to: jasnah kholin is wonderful and i'd die for her #which is coincidentally how i feel #honestly this fic could be retitled: taryn projects their intense love of jasnah onto wit and ivory and makes them talk abt it #it was very cathartic #i enjoyed it greatly #these two DESERVE the domestic fluff okay #i'd be lying if i said i wasn't going to post more at some point #and i won't lie to u #bc it will happen #i've already written it #long post

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Love Is For Losers

NicoMaki, Love Live, 1.7K, 1/2

Summary: Yazawa Nico and Nishikino Maki are both key players on the Otonokizaka University Tennis Team. But now Nico has decided to "improve" Maki's social media and tennis game.

Love Is For Losers

Not the most flattering picture of herself, racquet ready, waiting for the return of a serve, but Maki Nishikino really liked her look of concentration. So she hit “Post.”. And the hearts and reactions and fire emojis piled on. Wait, what was that comment, from @NicoNi? “With squinty eyes like that, how can you see the ball?”

WTF?!?!?!? Junior and top tennis singles player Nico Yazawa was notorious for living on social media. Since practice started in September, she’d been leading weekly social media best practice training sessions for the Otonokizaka University team that freshman Maki had proudly never attended. And now she was trolling Maki? Was that a social media best practice?

Maki never replied to a comment, but to let the smug Nico Ni have the last word would grate across every nerve Maki had.

To quickly type, “Who’s in the top 10 national standings again? Can you see that?” seemed almost an illicit thrill. To get an instant reply of eye emojis, plus a sweatdrop made Maki laugh out loud. Quickly scoping out the coffeeshop to check if she’d drawn any attention to herself, Maki clicked through to NicoNi’s home page, Nico’s last post was a bikini shot with an obscene amount of hearts and various emoji combinations in an endless comment scroll. Maki snorted, too obvious an attention grab. Maki would ignore it and stick to tennis, which she knew very well. Ah, there was a pic of Nico rushing the net, one of her favorite ways to use her sprint speed. Maki had an in.

“Spend less time looking at my pics and more time on your approach shots.”

Another instant reply. Another sweat drop. “Nico knows. But you’re so pretty. See you at media training ; )”

Did Nico think she was going to get Maki into one of her stupid sessions like that? Maki dropped her phone on the table, sipping her espresso with a frown.

###

Maki’s phone pinged explosively. A series of messages from her self proclaimed bestie and doubles partner, Hoshizora Rin.

R: hahaha Maki Ma you really need to be here

R: Nico’s going through your TWIG account as her “what not to do on social media” slideshow

R: it’s so funny, Maki

R: (*≧艸≦)(*≧艸≦)(*≧艸≦)

R: you missed out Check out Nico’s LIVE.

Maki stared at her phone. Nico’s Live, that happened when you went to someone’s TWIG profile and clicked on their pic, right? Maki did, grimacing as she clicked on Nico’s face. Nico was in front of a whiteboard, drawing pictures of tennis rackets, disgustingly cute tennis rackets. She leaned forward, checking her phone, then grinned like someone who’d just served a winning ace.

“And @Nishikinoshot has just joined the fans watching Nico on TWIG Live…”

Maki heard Rin yell “Hi Maki!!!” in the background as Nico continued, “One of the best ways to learn how to properly conduct and promote yourself on social media is to find an influencer you respect and build a relationship with them. @Nishikinoshot has chosen @NicoNi, the smartest move she…

“I have not.” Maki shouted at her phone and then felt silly when she realized there was no way for Nico to see or hear her, or was there? TWIG kept floating an “ask to join the Live” teaser, so Maki thumbed it. Nico paused, obviously her notifications were on, another one of those winning serve grins and suddenly Maki was sharing Nico’s screen.

“Jumping into the Live. Good initiative, Nishikino..”

“Maki.”

“So why’d you pick your TWIG handle?”

What kind of a question was that?

“Nishikino shot...you know...because of tennis...the Nishikino shot always scores.” Also worked with photography, a hobby Maki wanted more time for.

“Nishikino announces her prowess off and on the court.” Nico giggled, Maki glared.

“What are you saying? That’s not right.”

“Ah, so you admit it is confusing. Make a note of that, class, it’s always best to have a tag that doesn’t confuse people.” Staring right at Maki, ruby eyes twinkling, Nico made an elaborately surprised, amused face, raising a hand to cover her mouth. “We were reading it as Nishikino’s hot, ‘cause you are.”

Maki flushed. And fumbled with her phone to end the live, not even registering what other garbage Nico was saying. And then her phone pinged again.

R: Are you all right, Maki? Nico was just having a little fun.

M: I don’t want to talk about Nico.

R: Okay.

M: That was your fault.

R: Hey, I thought you’d want to know.

M; Yeah...but tomorrow, after practice, you’re on clean up.

R: Maaaaaki (⁎˃ᆺ˂)’

###

Grunting, Maki swung through at full velocity, then grimaced as yet another practice serve skipped out of bounds. She leaned over to pick up another couple of balls. Both buckets were empty. Tempted to throw her racket, instead she shook her head, tucked her racquet under her arm, grabbed a bucket and went to the other side of the court to pick up the balls.

“Hey, let me help you,” chirped an unfamiliar voice. Maki turned. Nico Yazawa had grabbed the other buckets and was hustling for the net. Nico was always hustling, all lean muscle and speed. Her sable hair, usually put up in twin tails, was loose, still wet from the shower. She’d changed from her usual practice uniform to casual pink and black striped biker shorts and an oversized pink t-shirt shirt that slid off her shoulder and read “Killer Cute.” “Coach ended practice an hour ago.”

Maki shrugged, starting with the balls as far away as possible from the spot Nico had chosen.

“You’re always out here.”

“I take tennis seriously.”

Nico hesitated, hands on her hips, watching Maki curiously over mirror sunglasses perched halfway down her nose, “Nico sees that. But you can get trapped in patterns if no one points them out.”

“I’m fine. I win.”

“Don’t you want to win better?”

“Win better? That’s not a thing.” Maki tapped her racquet against her leg, fidgety.

“Accuracy matters.” Nico picked up a tennis ball, tossed it into Maki’s bucket, and winked, “Crush your opponents with finesse, not raw power. Fewer wasted serves.”

Maki’s hasty rush of anger changed to curiosity. Nico led the team in aces, with amazing power for someone so short. “Coach hasn’t said anything.”

“Like you said, you get the job done. And Coach has other problems...like keeping Honoka from exhausting herself in the first few volleys.”

They both chuckled at how eager Honoka Kosaka was to chase down every ball, until she hit empty. As a joke, after their last practice, Rin had her girlfriend, Hanayo Koizumi, the team manager, post a photoshopped pic of a golden retriever playing next to Honoka’s double’s partner, Umi Sonoda. Honoka had laughed longer than anyone.

Nico was right, Maki realized. Coach had been spending a lot of time on the players with more basic problems. And their assistant spend most of the time on opponent research, editing video footage.

“Nico uses a platform stance, but Maki could get away with a pin-point stance. Watch my feet.” Nico grabbed a ball, tossing it up, swinging at it with a pretend racquet. Instead of her feet remaining the same distance apart, her back foot shifted closer to the front one and then she pushed off up into the serve. “You’ve already got natural explosive power, you don’t need a nitro boost.”

Maki considered, moving her feet through the change Nico suggested. It felt comfortable, offering more control. She nodded, then jumped back when Nico clapped her on the upper arm.

“You’re a quick learner. Hang on. Nico will hop over there and you can try it out. It’s more fun with an opponent.”

“I’ll win. You’ll be crushed.” Maki winked.

Nico laughed and it echoed. “Nico didn’t teach you everything Nico knows.”

###

“So you’re a local too.” Nico was scooping salad into Maki’s bowl. They’d decided to stop for dinner.

“Yeah. My family owns a medical center so I couldn’t just go off anywhere.”

Nico paused, eyebrow raised. “Why not?”

“I’ve been working there since…” Maki tried to remember her first job at the hospital, how old was she? She remembered sitting at her father’s desk, coloring in specially made anatomy chart pages in elementary school. Did that count as a job? “Forever.”

“Ah. Nico had to stick close for family too. Three sibs.” Nico flashed a smile and three fingers. “They’re the best, but they rely on Nico.”

“Your parents work a lot?” Maki understood that.

“Yeah, my mom does. My dad died when I was little.”

Maki paled, what did you say to that. “I’m sorry” came out as a mumble.

A sigh, weary, as Nico pushed Maki’s filled bowl in her direction, “Me too. But we survived. He taught me tennis. And…” Nico put on a sparkling smile, bounced her hands up to her temple, rock hands gesture, and her voice became brighter. “Nico Nico Ni.” Then she relaxed back to normal, “He said it could cheer up the whole world..”

Maki remembered something. “Nico Nico is the ideophone for smile.”

Nico leaned forward, “So the Nishikino isn’t just for show.”

Maki shook her head, “We have a hospital in Tokyo too. I’ve spent a lot of summers there.”

“Wow, a doc and a jet setter. So why tennis?”

“I liked it better than golf. My parents said piano didn’t count as a networking activity.”

“Piano? Classic stuff.” Nico created a melody on an air keyboard.

“Some. And jazz. I get to take a couple of music classes, at least this year.”

Nico wondered if Maki realized how robotic she sounded, and how laced through with sadness her mood was as she talked about her family.

“Hey, Nishikino…”

“Maki.”

“Maki. Play for Nico sometime. Nico loves singing. My dad always said I should go on American Idol.”

“Sorry.” Maki twisted a curl of hair, “I don’t play those kind of songs.”

Maki obviously just needed to know more about Nico, which was Nico’s favorite topic. “Nico is multifaceted. We can do Ella and Count Basie, if you want. With the time you save not practicing your serve.”

Nico winked, her multifaceted ruby eyes cheerful pulls as she hummed. Maki found herself intrigued. “I’ll think about it.”

“Nico will be your personal tennis coach to make sure you improve.”

“Not necessary.” Maki leaned back to signal the waiter. Time to start the main course.

A/N: Another AU Yeah August entry, college rivals was requested and the Olympics put me in a sports mood. Planning another chapter.

Still taking requests.

#NicoMaki #Love Is For Losers #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #au yeah august #AUYEAHAUGUST21 #tennis #rivals #college

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A Jotato’s THG Story (novel?)

So a few days ago, the lovely @everlarkedalways asked me to Weave My THG Tale™. And, in being VERY on brand in regards for my THG Story, I’m late to the party lol! Mostly because of work, partly because I was avoiding Ballad spoilers, and a tad bit because...I’m a potato. BUT, now that I am free of any large projects and finally have Ballad in my hands, I’m finally able to look past my potato roots and talk about how a certain wATER POTATO ARCHER CHANGED MY LIFE lmao.

Ara has jokes though, let me tell you. “Keep it short” l m a o; THIS IS ABOUT TO BE A NOVEL AND WE KNOW IT. ARE YOU READING BALLAD? HERE’S A NEW 500 PAGE BOOK FOR YOU TBH-

I’ve told this story a few times before, but it’s always delightful to look back on things and see all the twists and turns I’ve experienced with this franchise. The most notable being, I started out HATING Hunger Games lol!

I was in ninth grade when THG started to become like, a global phenomenon. Everyone was reading it, everyone was talking about it, and it was everywhere. And for whatever reason, instead of actually sitting down and, idk, GIVING IT A TRY LMAO, my reaction instead was to DESPISE IT. Guess it was that edgy, irate, “I’m ABOVE the general masses ha look at me,” fresh-out-of-middle-school mentality. And also, my justification for hating it so much was along the lines of, “Wow it’s just a series about kids killing each other? WHAT’S THE APPEAL???”

Which like fjlksjdksds...If I could look back on my early 2012 self?

She had no idea what was in store for her lmao.

Anyway, the premiere of the movie came and went, and I was still hard set in my ways. THAT WAS, until that same summer. I can’t exactly remember which clips I stumbled upon first? But I know I came across the Joshifer+Liz Banks interview, and also a ton of Perfectly Legal Movie Clips™ on YouTube. Both of which silently chained my soul without me realizing LMAO. I remember thinking that the main actors were so cute and played off each other well (AGAIN LMAO, GIRL, BIG STORM COMING), and also remember being totally intrigued by all the clips I watched. It was mainly clips of Katniss in the arena, and I think it made me realize that wow hey, there’s an ACTUAL STORY HERE, WITH A FEMALE PROTAGONIST NO LESS.

The story gets a tad fuzzy for me here, but I do believe I got the books and quickly read through them shortly after I essentially watched the entire movie on YouTube through clips jdksljdks. I can’t really recall what I thought about the books really? Because, I think I BREEZED through them. I was so excited that I just ZOOMED TF THROUGH. I inhaled the series in one GIANT GULP. I think I even read THG in a single day jdlsjklaads. It definitely wasn’t a cautious read through to get a better sense of the detail and literary devices.

BUT, despite my excitement, I still hadn’t reached the God Tier “OBSESSIVE” stage yet. The light bulb hadn’t fully come on yet. It wasn’t until late 2013 when Catching Fire came out that I REALLY STARTED TO GO BALLISTIC LMAO. Actually, one of my fondest THG memories comes from this time, because I think it was really like, the OFFICIAL starting block for my obsession.

I was riding on a bus to a Theatre Competition, and my best friend had just gotten the CF Soundtrack for us to listen to. I remember being absolutely enamored with it- Mirrors, We Remain, and Lean in particular. And idk, something at that point just kind of told me that Catching Fire was going to be my anchor. Sure enough, after the competition was over, said friend and I went to go see the movie together.

And I astral projected lmao. I ACHIEVED HUNGER GAMES ENLIGHTENMENT. THE LIGHT BULB SWITCHED TF ON.

I was quick to see it again the following day, and I think saw it another two times in theaters after that. I also started drawing fanart of it, and looking for more pictures/interviews. And the want for more content, the DESIRE to go crazy about it, is what eventually lead me to finding the fandom here on Tumblr. I had had a Tumblr since 2012, but never really used it with a purpose. But when I realized there were people posting all sorts of stuff about THG? Boom- another light bulb. I followed tons of people, and officially changed my url to what it is today. “Star’s” for my internet alias at the time, and “Mahogany” for my love of Effie/that Iconic Line.

HOWEVER LOL, Tumblr would lead me towards a different side, something I didn’t expect to get pulled into so hard at all. Because, I distinctly remember coming on one night in December of 2013, and seeing @joshmopolitan and a few others posting about Josh going to the UK game. And that of course, lead me down the Celebrity Rabbit Hole, and lead me towards the Chaotic, Wonderful, Crazy-

JOSHIFER FANDOM.

((Also, before you crinkle your nose, *raises cane* BACK IN MY DAY, EVERYONE SHIPPED JOSHIFER LOL. *Snow voice* DON’T LIE. Like, everyone thought they were cute to some sort of degree, or believed they were going to get together. Shoutout to the Joshifer Golden Days, man.))

And thank goodness for it tbh. Because it was JUST when I was itching to write fanfiction with everyone else, and just when I was struggling HARDCORE with writing Everlark. @joshmopolitan and @youarebeingridiculous were sort of my introductions into RPF, with @youarebeingridiculous giving me nudges towards my first Everlark fic, before also nudging me towards my first Joshifer fic. And when my first Joshifer fic garnered attention/when I had a blast writing it? ANOTHER. LIGHT. BULB LOL.

So I was dead af from that point on. I was absolutely drawn in. Even though I was still invested in THG, Joshifer was definitely my main focus from 2014-2016ish. I was there for the typical ship wars, there to read and write all the fanfiction, there to read all the theories, and there to partake in all the crazy moments. Shoutout to Cannes 2014 in particular lmao; I was in the car and my phone started going off like CRAZY, with many of my friends SCREAMING at me about the events/articles that had transpired.

Being attached to Joshifer also allowed me to write my first, and so far only, full length, These Words are a Lie. It started out as just a four part series, two parts of which I actually published. Befffooorrre getting to the third part and realizing I had WAY too much to deal with/explain/write, which consequently lead to me pulling them down and expanding upon them! And thus my messy, lovely, 25 chapter peanut journey started lmao. Though I look back on it now and realize how disjointed it was, I’m so thankful I was able to see that story completely through. I’m also very thankful for the SUPPORT and following it got. Wouldn’t have gotten through without y’all!

ANYWAY LMAO, because this is my THG story and not my Joshifer story, let’s get back to that. 2014 was WHACK because...LG was utterly tripping with its promotional material. And to think, it was just the START of odd/lacking promo, seeing as they were SOMEHOW WORSE WITH MJ2 LMAO. But even though I was incredibly salty at the time, it was so fun to be mad and chomping at the bit with everyone else lol. The SUFFERING OF NOT HAVING ANY NEW CONTENT BROUGHT US CLOSER TOGETHER. Also, going to Best Buy to watch the teaser trailer under Heavy Guard??? Was an EXPERIENCE LOL??? But man was I so stoked to get my poster and pin, because that was some of the first merch I got!

ALSO, MJ1 was the time where I got the idea to create a small YouTube series called “Tributes React.” I really really wish I could have been in the fandom earlier, because it would have been, dare I say, FIRE LOL to react to more than just the MJ1 and MJ2 trailers. But it was so so fun regardless, and everyone’s participation was incredible! And now all of our early, embarrassing, INTENSE fangirling is stuck here/memorialized forever PFFFF.

And, not to mention, Fran Solo himself watched one of them. Someone tweeted the video at him, and he tweeted back that it made all the hard times worth it. MY GREATEST FANDOM ACCOMPLISHMENT RIGHT THERE???

And finally getting to watch MJ1 in theaters lmao omg. I went with my friend before, and also one of my guy friends. And the entire time, he was HARD STARING AT ME WAITING FOR ME TO CRY LOL. SO HE COULD TEASE ME. AND HE GOT HIS WISH BECAUSE OF COURSE THE LAST 30 MINUTES OR SO UTTERLY RUINED ME. I remember shivering so so SO bad when the rescue mission for Peeta started, and having to hold my friends’ hands when they were creeping through the Tribute Center, and utterly SOBBING when Peeta attacked Katniss. Because...hello...I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again...WAY WAY MORE INTENSE THAN THE BOOK LMAO??

And then came the beginning of the end. I remember that promo time was even DRYER for MJ2 lmao, and that we were all DYING. Like, I think the big trailer didn’t release until like, SEPTEMBER??? WHICH...LG WHAT THE ACTUAL-

And we were also back to watching trailers in Best Buys jfkssdkdlsk. My Best Buy was also DUMB and didn’t have any posters, but @infinitegraces was awesome enough to send me numerous copies! Bless you, thank you; I had them on my wall all through college lol! DESPITE THEM BEING A HAUNTING REMINDER OF HOW HARD LG SMACKED US LMAO.

Despite my salt towards the INITIAL promo though, the premieres and what not definitely lead to MJ2 having a special place in my heart. I had just gone off to college, and was a timid, lonely little freshman with nowhere to turn. But the fandom was there for me, and MJ2 promos/premieres gave me something to be excited for. It all kept me going through that ROUGH first semester, and was there for me before I met my best friends. So thank you MJ2, and thank you all for sharing that excitement with me! <3

Also, I’d like to mention that I was SO desperate to continue the tradition of seeing the premiere with my friend thaaaaatttt...I left for Thanksgiving break two or three days early/skipped class JUST to make it back home in time to see it with her lol! I WASN’T HERE TO PLAY GAMES, Y’ALL. THG > ACADEMICS APPARENTLY PFFFF.

After that though, things kind of quieted down. I found friends and activities in college, the movies were done, and Joshifer was dying out. It lead me to use Tumblr sporadically, not posting AS much as I had before. I still had tons of love for everything, and still enjoyed coming on whenever I did!

Then I sort of stumbled upon our “renaissance,” like the lovely @everlarkedalways posting re-reads and re-watches. It tugged me in again, and made me excited to post content! I also branched out and began to write Everlark, and began talking about them/the books/meta more than I did in my earlier years.

And of course, said renaissance lead me to attending TOASTCON LMAO. Which I somehow managed to name. On accident. *Dabs unironically*

That of course, was such an amazing experience. Going to movie filming sites has always been on my bucket list, so getting to go to HUNGER GAMES SITES??? WITH FANDOM PEOPLE???? GOD TIER??????

I was also suffering from major panic/anxiety problems that summer, having just graduated college and being thrown out in the Real World™. So once again, THG and its fandom were there for me when nothing else could be. And despite me feeling off mentally, despite me feeling plagued by fatigue, I still thoroughly enjoyed meeting everyone/having such a once in a lifetime experience. Also, getting to FLEX on my friends when we watch the movies and go like “I WAS THERE! I WAS THERE!! I WAS THERE!!!” is...A Time PFFFF.

Then of course, I started working a full time job, and shifted a bit away from Tumblr/the fandom. Not DELIBERATELY; more like, I was too Mentally Tired to really do much after work. But now that Ballad is here, and now that we have new content once more? I feel like I’m waking back up. Hell, I even went to Atlanta to see MORE film sites right before the virus started to make its rounds.

And so here I am lol! A SEASONED THG VET WITH SEVEN YEARS AND COUNTING UNDER MY BELT. I would very much love to tag everyone who had an impact on me, and/or who I’ve interacted with and shared fun times with over the years. But A. Everyone really out here CONSTANTLY CHANGING THEIR URL’s, and B. The number would be Too Great and I would inevitably forget someone on accident.

SO THEN, if you’re reading this, and we’ve ever shared some kind of THG experience together, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. THG has been such a wondrous experience for me, and it’s lead me to meet all sorts of amazing, talented individuals. It’s also been there for me during darker times, and has supported me in every way possible.

I love you all, I love being here, and HERE’S TO MANY MORE TAGS/RAMBLES IN THE FUTURE LOL! Like lmao, a new movie, you guys??? WHAT??? TRIBUTES REACT ANYONE???

-Jotato Out <3

#Jodi rambles #Like #REALLY //REALLY// RAMBLES LOL #thg #THG Story #holy shit i'm so tired katniss #i've been writing for an HOUR LOL #I'M SO OUT OF PRACTICE WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING SPRINTS MAN #MY 2014 SELF IS TELLING ME TO STOP COMPLAINING BECAUSE SHE WOULD WRITE FOR EIGHT HOURS STRAIGHT GJSKLDJSK #I'M RUSTY LOL #RUSTY I TELL YOU #also this is probably littered with typos #what with my Clumsy Thumbsies #but here we are lmao #There's also even MORE stuff I have mention tbh #LIKE I NEARLY FORGOT TRIBUTES REACT LMAO SO I MEAN #WHAT OTHER MEMORIES DID I MISS #WHO CAN SAY #2014-2016 WAS UTTERLY CHALKED FULL

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