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mythvoiced · 2 years

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@jeoseungsaja | Here to leave another excerpt of the piece ‘Yeo is a simp’™: Yeo walks beside Shin, a low hum reverberating as he tries to pretend that he hasn’t been looking at his companion all this time by moving his glance elsewhere; toward some flowering shrubs nearby. “Shin,” the fox finally speaks, trying to remain casual, “your hand looks heavy,” and he stretches his arm, putting palm up, offering it at Dokkaebi, “let me hold it for you.”

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The biggest problem, perhaps, with being creatures as unique and ancient as the two of them are, is, that the will always inevitably stumble upon situations they’ve heard of, witness from afar, understood to be part of someone’s given, granted universe, that they had never come close to engaging in.

At least in Shin’s case, for there is only so much of his understanding of Wang Yeo he can actually apply to the fox at his side with the shameless arrogance of a lover who thinks nothing new is to be find within the crevices of what is certainly not someone loved, not if so easily discarded along with the thousands of mysteries and blessings they still hide between their fingers.

Shin has seen all sorts of things, he watches TV with the same casual semi-regularity many other of the South Korean population would be able to reference the most iconic of scenes, an inside joke to Come Back Mister, a nod to the surprising and barely satisfying queer representation in Secret Garden.

He’s seen things, he’s heard of songs and listened to some as well. Read of moments like these and butterflies.

But other than coming to the unsurprising conclusion that no amount of casual flirting while extending a polite arm to a shop-owner, no amount of shared smiles with an army official obvious enough to make him wonder for his safety, no amount of whispers into spaces where even a yangban maiden might have heard him, could truly be a match, or even come close to enter the same category of thought, as flirting today, at the side of a powerful, nine-tailed fox.

One who comes equipped with the brazenness of a character rumoured as typical to his species, yet one Shin always wants to apply to him and him only.

There’s no comparison nor contrast, he doesn’t like engaging in the many similarities Wang Yeo too will inevitably share with some soul on this earth or the next. The extending of his arm, the halting of Shin’s already slow steps in response, these are unique to him, and anyone who would have read this pick-up line on a forum and decided to add it to their repertoire, well, they might never find out somewhere out here, Shin is seeing them and thinking of him.

He likes these idle walks.

They seem just perfect to set them up for moments like these.

Other than that, though, or mainly, he enjoys them for the tranquillity they settle his fox’s heart into. The ease to perform as he is and sputter his nonsense, the kind he’d only call that to smooth the wrinkles of being flustered it had pressed into his heart, the kind he’d only call nonsense because he likes teasing and smiling.

Because of that tranquillity, the permission to be just them and maybe nothing more if not everything they were ever meant to be. Settling into the universe’s crevices, finding that silhouette that had been carved out for him to come to rest in, and find that he’d rather sit down next to the freshly dug up soil and wait, wait for that moment, look out to the sky, and consider just a bit more life, if only it would mean getting more of this, more of him.

More of those side-glances and the bad attempts to hide them.

More of the brightness of sun rays as they get tangled in his bright red hairs, coming to rest snug between the soft strands.

That damned smirk of his when he thinks himself on top of the moment, and all the times he’s been right, leaving Shin stunned to the side, wondering if standing there and staring on is what deities envy humans so much for.

He doesn’t consider himself much of a god.

But when Wang Yeo holds his palm up and seems so convinced of his thing, when Wang Yeo breathes out and breaks into a smile, when Wang Yeo stops and exists just a moment a longer where he can dare think they exist together and to be together, then, then he’d take it.

The mantle, the moniker, the title of a god, vengeful in all he’d do for him, and belonging to the Heaven for where else to go after he’d been cleansed by love he doesn’t deserve but will so shamelessly devote himself to anyway.

The envy of a deity, before the beauty of the non-divine.

Luckily, he is not enough god for this to last.

Because there’s no envy in the poet’s admirer of what the word divine was created for.

A chuckle, half an incredulous smile, a minute shake of his head.

There’s half a moment where he looks as if he’s about to turn away. His chin lifts, he stares ahead of himself, is he picking up mannerisms or why does his smile resembles his so much?

Up until it breaks into that flustered nonsense no creature of his might that isn’t him would be caught wearing.

He smacks his palm onto Yeo’s awaiting one and pulls both their hands into the pocket of his coat.

“Seriously, what am I going to do with you.”

#jeoseungsaja #the goblin;kim shin #long post tw #a drop of red is it the wounds in your soul or the bright fox heritage on your head;verse 4 wang yeo #the length of my life becomes apparent when i realise how much of it we spent apart;verse 4 wang yeo & kim shin #WHY WHY DID-- THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS IF I KEEP HIM UNDER LOCK & KEY FOR TOO LOGN #*LONG -- I GIVE HIM A BIT OF FREEDOM TO SIMP OVER YEO AGAIN AND HE GOES ABSOLUTELY.-------#ALEX MOST ADORED OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS THANK YOU SO FRICKING MUCH FOR THE GREATNESS OF WANG YEO I--!!!!!!!!!!#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YEOSHIN OH GOD the way I am collapsing on the floor I can't write anything for Shin without it turning #into some--- it's like he--- he returns worshipping to the corruption-less idea it once was and i need to go lay down #SORRY I DON'T??? KNOW??? I HOPE THIS IS OKAY AND SORRY THAT IT GOT SO LONG EVEN THOUGH IT WASN'T #A SERIOUS ASK HE JUST??? YEO THE POWER YOU HOLD I SWEAR---#thank you so much i hope you're having SUCH A FRICKING awesome day i'm!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#hope it makes sense and yesh i ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; I LUV U #god i could go on about this for hours I DIDN'T EVEN SET UP?? THE ENVIRONMENT DANG IT SHIN YOU AND YOUR SIMPING #DOESN'T EVEN LEAVE ANY ROOM TO... WELL... YKNOW.... CREATE A ROOM-- A ROAD-- LISTEN--!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#;queue

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hearts4golbach · 8 months

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Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader)

part 6

"I was cold, my past grew mold around my heart."

in New jersey, no one cared for valentines Day except for the 4th graders. exactly one week before Valentines, a Monday to be exact, I walked in from recess to see a wilted dandelion on my desk. I gingerly picked it up and looked around the class. I looked at sal, who just shrugged. what an amazing actor he was. I sat down, placing the bright yellow flower at the very top of my desk, and reached to get my math book. a piece of notebook paper fell out of my cubby hole. It was neatly folded and had a cute little cat with a messy heart drawn on it. I smiled and opened the note. the handwriting was messy but legible:

rozes are red, violets are blue. the sun shines bright, and so do u! :)

-secret admirer

the way the note was signed caught me off guard. I felt my stomach bubble with excitement. I couldn't wait to tell sal how I had a secret admirer, me! little did I know.

the short poems and silly little flowers kept coming all week without fail. with every gift, I became more anxious and excited to know who was responsible for this. cliche, I know.

I hid every note in my sock drawer, eventually collecting a small pile of 5 notes.

the next Monday, valentines Day, I walked into class to see the usual wilted flower in the middle of my desk. except, there was a tiny Hershey chocolate bar next to it. I dare say, that was my favorite valentines Day.

my heart yearned for sal, just like it had for so many years. except, it ached and screamed, making me want to sob. I wanted to run to sal and for him to kiss and hold me, just like he had. but I couldn't. everything changed. I was glued in my bed, once again. this never-ending cycle was exhausting, and I only knew one thing that'd help. I took the plastic baggie out of my shoe. everything was already crushed. I cried as I finished off the bag, feeling even worse for relapsing. I knew I'd forget eventually. I begged whatever God was out there to make it stop. yet, flashbacks and guilt kept hitting me, like they were in the same bed as I. I could feel Shawn's hands on my body. everything burned until it didn't. I stared up at the ceiling, my brain becoming TV static, and my body went numb. it was a choice between feeling everything or nothing, and I'd choose nothing over and over again.

when my parents had gone to work, I dragged myself out of the pool of sweat and tears that was my bed and grabbed a soda from the fridge. the cold fizz brought me a short-lived sense of relief, that maybe everything isn't so bad. but that was quickly interrupted by an eager knocking at the door. I rubbed my eyes, hoping I didn't look like I had just relapsed, fully knowing who was behind the door. I couldn't fave sal like this. i couldn't let him see me, not sober.

I held my breath, staring into his electric blue eyes, silently begging him to say something. "Y/n, I'm so sorry."

a feeling of actual relief washed over me. "sal, you have no reason to apologize for something like that." I mumbled.

"Y/n." his tone changed. "Can I come in?"

I nodded and stupidly enough led him to the room where all of the evidence was. my heart dropped when I saw the baggie and book still on my bed.

"Look, before you get mad..." Before I could finish my sentence, he pulled my in for a hug. I began to cry, and I felt a few of his tears seep through his mask, too. "I'm so sorry, I didn't have a choice."

"I know." I could hear the pain and sympathy in his voice. "I should've came sooner."

"Sal, it's not your fault." we laid in my bed. I nuzzled my head into his chest as he gently ran his fingers through my hair. he took off his mask and put it somewhere in my room.

"I really fucking like you." he whispered, breaking the silence. I looked up at him. I quickly pulled him in and connected our lips once more. I felt him smile, excitement and logning coursing through my views.

I pulled back. "I really fucking like you too." I mimicked. I watched his eyes light up.

"I was wondering if you'd wanna be my girlfriend. I'm sorry, I know you've been through some deep shit and-"

"sal," I cut him off, placing my hand on the side of his face. "I'd fucking love to. I want you more than anything. I trust you to be different, hell, I KNOW you're different." I sighed, the weight of the world finally off my chest.

sals POV:

Y/ns mom kicked me out, saying it was late and to go home. I laughed quietly as I walked out, like I hadn't stayed over for days at a time before. I went home and checked on dad, who was asleep in his work chair. i let out an exhausted sigh and made my way down to Larry and Lisa's apartment. I felt like I could smell his stench all the way from the 4th floor. I wandered down the hall to the apartment and walked in quietly, knowing Lisa was asleep. I walked into Larry's room and jumped onto his bed. "Hey, Lar Bear."

he groaned. "I was just about to sleep! and don't call me that, dude." he playfully punched my arm.

"me and Y/n are dating."

Larry looked at me, shocked. "finally! God damn."

"shhh! you're being loud."

he laughed. "my bad. its funny cuz I got a girlfriend today. some blonde bimbo, she's hot as fuuuck."

I rolled my eyes. "you really shouldn't talk about women like that."

he shrugged. "whatever."

#ash campbell #larry johnson #sal fisher #sally face #fanfic #fanfiction #friends to lovers #light shower #melanie martinez #sal fisher x y/n

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odeto-gyu · 3 years

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i’ll love you tomorrow, i promise - lee seokmin

yayayayay, my seokmin fic is here! i was on a grind and wrote this in 6 hours. enjoy your read!

synopsis : it seems like no matter how much you cry over him, he’s always just a memory. you promised him you’ll love him tomorrow, but how could tomorrow exist when you stopped being his everything today?

genre : angst for the most part! but it has its teeny tweaks of fluff (femreader x seokmin, post breakup au, mid twenties reader and seokmin)

- swearing ahead!

word count : 2.6k

Sadness, logning. A little bit of anger. You looked at him and couldn’t stand to keep your eyes on him for much longer than a glance. In all his glory, the suit that fit him so well and that smile perched so perfectly on his lips. Heart shaped lips that once spilled some of the most venomous set of words you’ve heard.

“Oh my God, ___, are you fucking clueless? Do you not see what’s happening around you at all?” Seokmin exasperates. His arms sway, making animated movements that exaggerate his rage, all that pent up frustration.

It must be midnight, or maybe even past it. You’re not sure, your head is dizzy and your trembling fingers wouldn’t even be able to lift a pen without it clattering to the ground. Home, you know you’re at home, it was your shared apartment with your boyfriend. The boyfriend you haven’t had a single peaceful day with in months.

Always screaming, yelling, getting irked at the smallest mistakes.

“My surroundings are pretty fucking clear to me, Seokmin,” you antagonize, heartbeat raising with every word. He scoffs, eyebrows knitted.

Next week should be your third anniversary. It should be, but the horrifying realization that you wouldn’t make it all the way till next week slowly creeps in.

“Oh yeah? Then accept the fact that we’ve changed. We’re not how we used to be and you know that.” His nostrils flare, a hand gliding through his thick black locks, slightly curly. And it’s true. You have changed, the both of you.

You started noticing minor tweaks and differences in your relationships. Dates cancelled for weeks in a row, the sudden disturbance and discomfort you couldn’t help feeling around him. Temper raised and ill-humoured arguments, the kind that made silence between you last for days.

Then, at some point he stopped coming back home at all, sending brief text messages that he was staying at his mom’s place instead. It would’ve been better if you caught him cheating, and had a better excuse to break up. Your relationship was hanging on its thinnest threads, threatening to break. Anytime.

But, in spite of all the feuds you and Seokmin had, you couldn’t help the ever-lasting itch of not being able to let go. He was your sun and moon, your brain and your heart. Everything, he was your everything.

Was.

Your biggest nightmare finally came true, when you broke up that same night. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t see through Seokmin. When he came to pack his things, he didn’t even spare you a glance. You hoped to see his smile one last time, have him look back as he walked away. He didn’t, all while he knew that if it were you, you would’ve looked back.

A distressed sigh escapes your lips. That must’ve been years ago. Three, or four maybe. Years passed, and everyone around you seems happy now. Especially Seokmin and his fiance, very soon-to-be wife. In precisely about sixty seconds she’s gonna have a shiny, shiny silver ring wrapped around her finger.

You’re not sure why, but you’re sitting on one of the fancy chairs at their wedding, personally invited by Seokmin’s fiance. Alone. It’s obvious what her intentions are by welcoming you so warmly to your ex-boyfriend’s marriage. You should’ve stayed at home, and you know that, but you wished to see him again. With a smile on his face, even if it’s one not meant for you.

Heejung, you recall his fiance’s name. Glittery eyes, elegant figure and fairly tall, it’s no surprise she’s Seokmin’s woman. She walks down the aisle in a perfectly straight line, one arm hooked around her father while the other holds a large bouquet of roses. Your least favourite flowers, not that it mattered. The wedding is grand, you eye-balled around two hundred people gathered in swarms. An almost royal room reserved for the occasion, with diamond chandeliers hanging off the high ceilings and far too many flashy decorations.

Although as you consider Heejung’s appearance, you note that her dress is mediocre. Snail-paced walking combined with a slow song to support the lavish moment of her strutting the aisle. Seokmin waits, eyes sparkling with delight when she finally places her hand in his much bigger, outstretched one.

You stare at his beaming grin, line of sight fixed on Heejung. He looks happy, too happy that for some reason it has your chest aching. You don’t like the feeling because you swear you’re ecstatic he found someone great for himself. You’re happy for him, you think at least.

Loud clapping shakes you from your reverie, people whooping for the couple who leaned in for a kiss. You tune in with your own light clapping, just for the sake of it. They look good together, you have to admit.

The party had been moved elsewhere, just next door in a ballroom nearly as fancy as the hall where the marriage took place. Instead of walking around, you sit at one of the tables in the far corner, forking at the food. The steak is a little bit bland and you’re not a big fan of salad.

Everyone else is up and about, dancing along to the music. You’re just about to shove a mouthful of the wedding cake that was cut earlier into your mouth, when an unexpected voice causes you to flinch.

“___, right?” It’s Heejung, clad in that mediocre wedding dress. You put the fork in your hand down, turning to face her.

“Yup, that’s me.” You point a thumb at yourself, an awkward smile spreading across your face. You swear you see her lips quirk downwards in disgust, but it’s gone so fast you almost doubt your own vision. Seokmin is nowhere to be found, despite the fact that they were glued-stuck to each other the last time you saw them.

“I’m going to be tossing the bouquet soon,” she says, “why don’t you join?”

Taken aback with the offer, you stutter.

“Oh, me? I-I mean I’d love to but-” Heejung has a knack for being a bitch, you realize when she cuts you off, saying,

“All set then. See you at the bouquet toss, ___.” Waves a manicured hand and expertly swishes her dress around to scurry away back to the dance floor. You roll your eyes, returning your attention back to the cake.

I guess it hurts her to be just a little bit nicer.

Still, you lift yourself off and away from your little table, deciding to just play along with her scheme. From the center of the room, her voice booms through a microphone announcing the bouquet toss event. Women from all sides gather, laughing to one another about betting on who’s going to catch it.

You blend in with the crowd, as everyone anticipates the throw.

“Whoever catches it, gets a special present!” She exclaims, the microphone accentuating her slightly squeaky, high-pitched voice. It hurts your ears.

People start to count down in unison, as Heejung faces the group of women with her back.

Three, two and one.

As bad as today was getting, it got worse. Worse when you realized that the bouquet flew almost non-coincidentally in your direction and ended up in the grasp of your hands. Why, why, why. You just have to face Heejung all over again. That sly, sly minx with bleached blonde hair that looks healthier than your own dull, virgin hair.

While one portion of the women beside you cheer, the other is visibly disappointed in their luck, shoulders slumped as they walk off the dance floor. You hear heels click-clacking behind you, signifying that a Heejung is approaching you.

“Oh! What a coincidence!” She feigns surprise, running her fingertips across the soft, red petals of the flowers. A small smirk creeps up onto her face, eyes looking straight into yours. “You’re going to love this gift I have prepared for you.”

Her skinny index finger curls, almond eyes trained on someone behind you. He brushes past you to stand next to Heejung. Him, it’s him, Seokmin. You don’t miss the way his eyes lose their spark the moment they land on you, all the while your heart has already dropped down to your stomach.

“A dance with the groom,” she smiles, fucking smiles.

“Babe, I don’t think-” Seokmin’s gaze doesn’t stay on you for more than a millisecond, already turning to his wife to persuade her otherwise. Too late. She raises the microphone to her baby pink lips,

“___ is the owner of the bouquet, making her the bride for a single dance with the groom! If you’ve been spectating, please stand up because it’s our first slow-dance and we want everyone to join,” and announces, with that annoying voice. Your ears ring, and your eyes flit to Seokmin.

He looks irritated, vexed even. His jaw clenches, pupils avoiding you like you’re not even there. The crowd that surrounds the dance floor slowly spreads out, separating into pairs of two. Some look like couples, some strangers. Heejung turns to Seokmin.

“I’ll be sharing this dance with my dad, but you two have fun.” She gives her husband a quick peck on the lips, before trudging along the marble floor to find her father. You’re left alone with Seokmin. First time in years.

“Hey,” You greet, voice quiet.

“Yeah, hey.” He replies, finally meeting your scrutinizing stare. It’s weird, there’s a gentle tug at your heart. Lost in silence, you both forget there’s a task at hand. Slow music fades in and your eyes widen in recognition. How could you ever forget this song?

Tonight you’re mine completely

The groom takes a single step closer, within arms reach. He’s not looking at you, rather focuses on placing two large hands on the curve of your waist, carefully. The thin dress you wear does nothing to stop the warmth from seeping through, which you damn it for.

You give your love so sweetly

Your hands are perched on the very edge of his wide shoulders, afraid if you get any more comfortable, you might not want to let go.

Tonight the light of love is in your eyes

His face is so close, but his eyes are cast downwards. All you see are his eyelashes, brushing his cheeks ever so lightly.

But will you love me tomorrow?

You don’t have to communicate to know you’re both thinking about that day, five years ago. The same song played on that day, you remember it like the back of your hand.

Seokmin twirls you around, a toothy grin plastered on his stupidly handsome face. It’s a rainy day outside, so you decided to stay in with your boyfriend to prepare a home cooked meal in a while. If you’re being honest he was the better cook, but you enjoy the time spent together either way.

Somewhere in the middle of chopping up some vegetables, Seokmin suddenly pulled out his phone, typed something in and scrolled. Turned on a song. You don’t know it, but it’s pleasant.

He hums the melody, pulling you back into his embrace.

Is this a lasting treasure, or just a moment’s pleasure?

“This song is nice. What’s it called?” You murmur against his skin. Arms wrapped around his thick waist, head buried in the crook of his neck. The smell of his skin, fresh and warm to the touch and the faint scent of laundry from his t-shirt.

“Will You Love Me Tomorrow,” he says, but - maybe it’s the tone he uses - he sounds a lot like he’s directing the title to you. An unsure question laced with insecurity. You pull away to look at him. His eyes are closed, voice vibrating low with the song.

Can I believe the magic of your sighs?

“Seokmin,”

“Hm?”

“You know I’ll love you tomorrow and forever, right?” A pretty smile tugs at his lips. He knows. Hand at the back of your head, he leans in to sweetly plant a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, too.”

Will you still love me tomorrow?

His touch now, it’s familiar. But it’s not the same, not like how you remember it. It’s supposed to make you feel cozy, like butterflies are going crazy in your stomach. As you simultaneously sway to the music’s rhythm, you realize that indeed, the spark isn’t there at all.

You missed him, sure you did. But maybe not in the way you thought you did.

As soon as the song fades away, you step away from him and he mirrors you. The air isn’t awkward, but uncomfortable, maybe.

“I’m sorry if Heejung is bothering you. She gets jealous easily.” Seokmin suddenly speaks up, sounding sincerely apologetic. With a stammer,

“I-It’s, um, fine.” You assure, but the silence you get in response leaves you wanting to fill it. “I should get going now, though. It was nice seeing you again, Seokmin.” And you mean it.

When you first made the decision of attending his wedding, you thought you were going to beg for him back. To please let you prove to him that you’re so much better than whoever he’s with.

Frankly, you would’ve. He was your very first boyfriend, when you first turned nineteen. You spent half of your college years with him, thinking you would marry him. And you missed that, those years consumed by a picture-perfect relationship.

Then you heard his voice again and carded through your favourite memories. That was all it really was about. Memories.

A hardly detectable smile pulls his lips, but it’s there. “You too, ___.”

And he means it, too.

Once you bid goodbye to Heejung and Seokmin, you effortfully shuffle your way through the crowd, hoping to find an exit nearby. The lights have now turned flashy, causing your sight to wobble a little bit and make it harder to find your way out. God, you can’t believe they managed to make a palace ballroom look like a club. Bumping into elders and yelling ‘excuse me' through the loud music, it really wasn’t your idea of a Saturday night.

Without warning, you feel a wet splash land on your shoulder. You yelp in surprise, but with the luck you brought to this occasion today, you figured something like this would happen.

It smells like juice. Orange juice.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” A deep, lightly nasally voice apologizes. You sigh, tired.

“It’s okay, it’s not that big of a deal.” It is, this dress cost you big bucks. The guy is tall, sporting a white (practically see through) blouse. His muscles flex as he tries to wipe the stain off, frantically rubbing at it. You can’t see his face, he has his head downturned and all you can make out is fluffy black hair.

Smells like some expensive shampoo.

“No it’s not. This is a Celine dress, it must’ve cost you a lot.” He says, and you hear a small pout in his tone. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you. Cute.

When he looks up, you almost fall backwards, taken aback. He's easily one of the most breathtaking people you’ve ever seen. All tan skin, soft hair and flawless skin. What is he doing at a marriage after-party?

He adorns a quizzical expression.

“I’m sorry. I can pay for it.” Once again, he apologizes. You don’t think about how your three hundred dollar dress is now officially orange, but more about how his jawline looks perfectly sculpted.

“Dress aside, I really would like to know your name.” Your exit plan long forgotten, you yell through the music. He beams a smile, canines poking at his lip.

He steps closer, mouth near your ear. “Mingyu. And you?”

“___. Single?”

“Most definitely.” He grins.

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arri-aspects · 4 years

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Two in One - Chapter One

Characters: Pride, Virgil, Brief Logn, Brief Patton, Brief Remus, Mentioned Roman

TW: None that I see but please tell me if there are any

Summary: Virgil heads to the kitchen at 4 am to get a snack. But someone’s in the living room who’s not supposed to be

Virgil walked down the hallway to the stairs. It was about 4 a.m. and he realized that sleep wasn’t happening tonight so raiding the kitchen sounded like the best next option. The anxious side got to the stairs, taking extra care and caution to avoid the places where he knew the boards would squeak or make some sort of noise that might wake the others. When he got to the bottom, he looked back up and intended to head straight for the kitchen, but froze. Virgil stood, stalk still with his eyes glued on the side that sat on the living room couch.

He wore an ornate black prince outfit with beautiful gold detailing and a deep purple sash. A magnificent cape pooled around him, showing off all the royal blues and purples that mixed so well together. A silver crown embedded with jewels and precious stones of all kinds, shapes, and sizes sat upon his head perfectly, like if it belonged there. His nails were manicured to be talons and his lips were painted blood red. He had the air of something horribly dangerous that you shouldn’t go near it, but oh so stunning and beautiful that you might just try anyway.

He had just wanted some water, maybe a late-night snack. This…. This was the last thing that was supposed to happen! Ever!

“Why?” Virgil thought “Why does this always have to happen?”

“Because luck always runs out, sooner or later” replied that little nagging voice in his head. “Shut up”

A deep chuckle brought his mind back to the present.

“My, my, anxiety, how you’ve grown,” The side said with a cocky grin on his lips. “You’re as tall as the others! Has it really been that long?” He looked around the room, taking it in with seemingly indifferent eyes. Virgil’s throat seemed to dry up instantly.

“Pride…” He croaked out, unable to keep the fear out of his voice. He was also unable to hide the full-body flinch when Pride’s head snapped back, red eyes focusing on him. The smile that curled on the other’s face was nothing short of predatory.

“Aww,” Pride cooed, “the little kitten is still afraid? Even after all this time?” he asked with faux sympathy before his expression turned something malevolent “how… adorable.” The anxious side retreated in on himself, alert and oh so terrified.

“Where,” Virgil tried to choke out, but the word barley got past his lips, hardly even a whisper. It didn’t seem to matter as the other side hummed in acknowledgment. Virgil tried again, swallowing before he did so.

“Where is Roman?” He asked with an accusing tone that made him sound much more confident than he actually was. Pride cocked his head to the side, putting on an expression of innocence.

“I have no idea what you mean?” The expression dropped and Pride burst out laughing. The sound was like bells ringing and glass shattering at the same time. It grated on Virgil’s much more sensitive ears, making him curl in on himself even further, though he knew it wouldn’t help. When Pride caught his breath, he looked at the anxious side, and Virgil immediately froze. He knew that look all too well. A preditor playing with its prey. A long and painful game that only the hunter enjoys. A look that, to Virgil, only meant one thing. He’s not getting out of this unscathed. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought.

“Tell me, kitten,” Pride begins, moving to stand up, “was the Prince that much better than me? Was he and his little makeshift ‘family’ oh so grand? Was it really all that you imagined it would be? Was it? Answer me, my little kitten, for I’m simply dying to know.” The regal side stood in the middle of the living room now, and though nothing was surrounding Virgil, the anxious side felt cornered, trapped.

“You,” he heaved out, breathing picking up slightly, “you didn’t answer my question.”

“Mmm?” Pride hummed “I suppose not, but then again, you didn’t answer mine. So tell me little one, why should I answer yours? After all, an eye for an eye is the saying, correct?” He waved his hand, and suddenly his red eyes changed to a dazzling emerald and a crimson brown. Virgil’s hand flew up to his own eye, knowing that it had just been changed to his natural mismatched eyes, an identical green but with a purple eye instead. Heterochromia, the mark of a dark side. He really shouldn’t be that surprised.

Virgil stared unseeingly at the room around him, his thought dragging him farther and farther away from reality, his mind starting to spiral. Pride smirked as his kitten got lost in his own little world, all from the simple act of returning his eyes to their natural beauty. He almost laughed at how easily distracted the little side in front of him could be. No, he could focus more on that later, for now, he needed to get the anxious side and himself back to his castle. It has been far too long. Just as he was about to move forward to snatch up the other side, shuffling and muffled words could be heard upstairs.

The noise broke Virgil out of his stupor and he backed towards the stairs, quickly realizing that Pride had been about to come over and touch him. A pout bloomed on Pride’s face when he saw Virgil back away before he returned his attention to the top of the stairs.

“Virgil?” A call could be heard from up the stairs, “Roman?” The shuffling got louder “Where did you two go?” A grin formed on Pride’s face as the looked towards Virgil. The other was looking up the stairs in horror. ‘No,’ was the only clear thought going through his head ‘oh god please no’

He almost wanted to cry when Patton’s head came into view, who spotted Virgil immediately.

“Oh, Virgil there you are! Have you see-” the fatherly side didn’t even make it two steps before he saw Pride. Confusion swelled in his eyes as he glanced from one side to the other.

“Patton, why have you stopped?” a voice, Logan, came from behind. Patton looked over his shoulder, unsure how to respond before Logan came into view. Remus also appeared behind Patton, but he seemed far more subdued and his ever maniacal smile had been traded in for a furrowed brow. The three at the top of the stairs continued to look back and forth between the two sides at the bottom. Pride however soon focused the attention on him.

“Oh, guests how fun!~” He said, that same predatory look in his eyes. “Everything’s always much more fun with more participants!” Virgil stiffened, unsure what Pride was going to do now that the other sides had shown up. Unsure of how to protect them when he pounces.

“I- I’m sorry,” Patton said, voice wavering from the almost palpable tension “Who are you?” The fatherly side tried for a smile but missed the mark.

“Oh well, how very rude of me!” Pride said in a very dramatic manner, not completely unalike to a certain prince. “My name is Pride, but you may call me Romulus, and-” Virgil’s stomach dropped into a pool of dread, fearing what would come next. Pride lowered into a sweeping and extravagant bow.

“I’ll be taking over for Prince Roman from now on.”

#Pride!Roman #Virgil sanders #patton sanders mention #logan sanders mention #remus sanders mention #roman sanders mention #Pride sanders #TiO #Two in One #Arri Scribles #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #dark side virgil #tecnically #this was writen at ten oclock at night in one go #TAKE MY WRITING #YEET

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pinesconee · 5 years

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I can just imagine Dipper and Wirt making a journal together, and you can tell which ones are Wirt's because he trails off into poetic thoughts about life.

this is so cute, oh my God???? I LOVE IT!!!

-dipper rambles about how cute wirt is in codes and ciphers along the margins so you THINK this is some cool journal with lots of neat secrets and illuminati theories but really it’s just dipper going off about the way wirt’s hair always sticks up and how his sweaters are the SOFTEST thing on Earth and he’s so very, extremely, in love with how gently the guy holds his pencil, for some reason

-wirt just puts his poems on empty pages that he decorates with filigree and paisley along the border, and it’s very intricate, because he takes a logn time to write poems and puts a lot of thought and work into them, so he’ll be doodling along the edge very small and detailed while he thinks of the perfect rhyme or phrase to describe how dipper’s smile reaches into his chest to scoop out a cavity in the anxious muck and plants flowers in his heart, or how his determination will stir even the skeletons of the earth to passionate agreement

-nobody knows what the actual journal was originally intended for. there are some vague mentions of musical history, cryptids, the Unknown, and lots of forest imagery, but the whole thing just devolved into one big huge love letter to each other and when they run out of pages they both fight over who gets to keep it (no, you should have it, no, YOU deserve it more!) and that book still sits on the top of the bookshelf years later, next to like, family photo albums and stuff, just a very worn and cracked leather journal bursting with crooked, pencil-smeared pages and smudged ink, and a million tiny ways that these two loved each other in the process of filling it

#mod lemon #i really dont care how old this is it's such a cute idea #dipper #wirt #pinescone #fluff #asks

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caecuschao · 5 years

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can you hear me? @pnwhccl — closed starter:owen carter for cian heffernan

“so... my names owen?” he asks as he rubs his hand across his face. it has taken a logn time to finally figure it out, he had been trailing after cian and looking for answers for god knows how long, only for them to have been right under cian’s nose the entire time. he sighs and pulls his knees up to his chest as he sits on the sidewalk, “do you know how i died?” he wasn’t sure if he was actually dead, but how else could you explain it? he hoped it wasn’t anything too painful at least. maybe a car wreck that killed him on impact?

#( owen carter — says )#pnwhccl

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ghelikblack · 7 years

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OHMYGODTHISWASSOGOOD!

So I just watched all the plot-points of this freaking series come to a beautiful picture and I FUCKING LOVED EVERYTHING!! I am so excited!!! I can’t wait for S5!

SPOILERS MIGHT SPOIL IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN 4x12

My beautiful Tricksters are safe, thank all the Gods, I was suffering so much.

The Idea that the Adventure Squad +2 from S1 will be together - finally - for S5 is so amazing! - Come to think of it.... They sent 100 +2 People to the ground on S1. Only 6+2 managed to survive.... That’s not great.

ECHO IS FUCKING ALIVE!! I know she gets a lot of hate, but I find her an amazing character. Like my beautiful tricksters, she is so versatile and has so many layers. Just like any onion :D

Bellarke will have like 5 years to get their shit together. They’ll be halfway through their 10-year plan to bang by the time it’s safe to get back down.

Jasper was mentioned and remembered. And it’s as sad now as it was last week. He will be missed.

Kane was fa-bu-lo-us. You could see his soul slowly dying first during the lottery and then with the list.

Octavia was also amazing. She will be pissed to know her brother is floating around in space, but probably happy that she won’t need to live in a bunker with the bellarke angst for 5 years. I mean.... The population boom that would happen to balance all the repressed tension between her brother and a certain princess would be a problem.

I’m totally shipping Miller and Jackson. Those two are too cute.

Miller’s dad. That man is just ;_;

And every single scene with my beautiful Tricksters and their tricksteriness. And Murphy tearing Bellamy off his high horse. Just beautiful.

Murphy being all corny for the second time this season. I mean the “Who needs food when you have love” line was over the top, but he’s dishing them out like candy. And I love it.

Could someone kill Jaha already? Echo is a fan of murder. Pity, she can’t do it while floating around in space. Octavia likes murder, too. - btw, Octavia finally giving Jaha a piece of her mind was pure gold. She could have finished by running him with her sword. I hate that cockroach of a man. He’s a ticking bomb, how can no one see that? As much as I love him manipulating people he should have been expelled from the bunker for pulling that one.

Anyway. Logn rambling post. Stay save my beautiful tricksters. Bellarke, work on your 10-year program. Raven go kick doomsday in the ass and Echo will protect her new kru. Because she’s totally infatuated with Bellamy and will literally follow him to space.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

#sorry not sorry #the 100 #recap #the 100 recap #trickstermurphy #tricksteremori #bellarke #becho is not happening #onesided becho is my jam #how is jaha still alive #thelonious jaha #marcus kane #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #monty green #nate miller #season 4 #season 5 #i am so excited

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buck-askbox · 7 years

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Concentrate on finals. I know how it feels. You wanna draw, but you should get back to studying, for the most part. But once your finals are over, I'll draw some smol Diegos for ya. How's dat sound?

soudns good!!

Though how awkward it is that my finals are just my teachers evaluating how i deformed a painting from a 3d model with detailed objects to shapeless bi dimensional picasso bullshit?

that has me nervous because i am not someone that has abstract thought. hahaa i’m gon dieeeeeee.

but for drawing,m drawing finals are in the bag because i learned to master values and analysis just in time.

oh god i’m nervous. this is gonna be a logn weekend finishing paintings.

thanks!

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mylockholmes · 7 years

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Reclaimed Crown ~ Part 5

Authors Note: i know Hugh dancy is rprobaby too young to be Evan’s dad. but i wanted people i like to use as the face claims for his parents. So Calroline Dharvernas and High Dancy From Hannibal

2nd Author’s Note: I deicded to Name charlock and Mycroft’s Parents Miranda and Carlton i plan on writing aprequel one shot that explains ho they met. Since I read on baker stret wiki there are books with teenage sister for sherlock i altered that character and made her Eurus daughter because if i used her as Sherlock’s sister that would have Made Miranda 60 when she was born

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

The Holmes Family and The McDaniels were having dinner together the day Before Sherlock’s wedding. Lucy had been living in London two years and Eight Months and she was almost 20 Years Old

“For God’s sake Myc. it’s only polite they may not be comign to the actual wedding but it is only fair for Charlie’s parents to meet the family of the young woman he’s fallen in love with “Why are we doing this? We never go this.”

In hte living room “Mr and Mrs. McDaniel this is my paternal grandfather Carlton Holmes. Granddad these of charlie’s parents. William and Alana McDaniel.”

“Would you like some tea? Charlie stay here, please.” she kisses him before exiting amd goign to the kitchen “Dad, please donlt make me speak to you like someone woudl speak to a child. Yoiu are hiding in here because you donlt want to talk to Will and Alana McDaniel. They are lovely people.”ugg. i need fresh air. i love you dad but you are sometimes so annoying.”

in the livingroom they heard the backdoor slam “Will, Charlie you stay here. I remember how it feels to have father who isnlt sure about meetin hte people he believes will eventually be his in-laws.”

She goes outside “Lucy give him time i am sure your dad will come aroudn and evnetually be comfortable. Does he even know why werw invited to the weddign reception.”

“Not really. I found out by accident. because Charlie accidentally texted me instead of Molly and Mary. YOu and your husband both look too young to have son Charlie’s age.”

She laughed “i was your age when Charlie was born. let’s go back inside I havenlt seen him this happy since he got accepted to the pre med program in London. you perhaps make him happier than that..How come i haven’t met your mother or stepfather?”

“Mom got a touch of food poisoning from the inflight meal and they are stuck i ntheir hotel room.” that was partly true. She had gotten food poisoning but she was helping Greg lestrade plan sexurity because they needed to double it sicne someone had sent death threat to Sherlock.

“My dad hd in the garage until Will’s parents left.” the older woman said laughing they enter through the kitchen

“Dad how about a compromise. you play Chess with William McDnaiel and I will spend two days in the Diogoenes club and do whatever you want.”

“Deal” Mycroft said “But i choose the days.”

“Fine.” the two men spends two hours playing chess

“It’s Okay. I’m here.” Sharlie said as he put his arm around her “I can’t believe you bartered to get him in here.”

“I did what was neccessary.” she looked at him “you are not goign to start singing are you at least wait until after dinner to be embarassign and adorable..”

He laughed “I just wanted to make you smile you’ve been so tense for hte last few days.” he smiled “i will be right back.” he goes to help

“Mrs’ Holmes, do you need help with anything.”

She smiled at him “Will you taste the stew it seems a slight bit off.”

he tastes it “it needs a little more seasoning not calt.” he goes through the spice rack”How logn before she came to London did you know about Lucy.”

She smiled at him “Really surprised no one noticed this. YOu know how Mycroft is hte founding mmemeber of hte Diogenes Club. The Ground breaking was on Lucy’s Birthday and it opened on her Second Birthday. I believe it was created so Mike would always remember her birthday.”

Carlton “People always assume our boys have no emotions. Mycroft is actually more empathetic than he wants to admit. Lucy got that from him. Eventhough she wasnlt in his life prior to arriving in london she was still a apart of his life.” he tastes the stew after Charlie seasons it “He chose the perfect thing.”

Will enters the kitchen “:Mycroft is pouting because i beat him at chess.”

“Mike has always been like that. as long asyou’re here will you make sure there are enough plates for everyone. the one with the little flowers aroung the edges. there should be ten unless Sherlock was trying to juggle them again while I was checking the garden.”

Lucy “I remember that that was my 19th Borthday and he was plate spinning. he chose the the plates that he thought were the least visually appleailing in case he broke them.”

Mrs. Holmes “Really? i wouldn’t put it past him to have chosen the plates he thinks are ugly and hoping they would break.”

“there are 12 of the Plates in question Mrs. Holmes.”

“Please Call me Miranda. Mrs. Holmes makes me feel like I am a widow.” she said “Lucy have you ever met your your Cousin? there are Rumors Eurus has a daughter.” the truth was she did have child fathered by Moriarty. But that is a story for another time

as everyone went itn othe dining room Lucy stopped Charlie “Before you find out by accident. My body gard declan. is my brother. I;ve known about it fo four years. But he and i were pen pals before that “

“I figured something was up when he was there with the entourage when you were trying on bride’s maid dresses.” he said

“Grandmother, if i get married. will you tell the story about you and granddad met at the reception.”

Miranda “Yes dear.” everyone in the room was ware of the plan except for Lucy.

Meanwhile.......

Molly was talking to Sherlock, on the phone, “I will slap you if you ruin the surprise. Charlie is going to propose to Lucy at our wedding reception.”

“Molly why would i do a thing like that i may be an arse sometimes. but i am aware that everyone in my family thinks they belong tgether including my lunatic sister and her daughter Enola.”

Molly “Because Sherlock, i love you but you still havenlt learned the proper ways to act. So we invited Declan to the wedding as a guest. but the satign chart has his table near the back in case of emergency actually by an exit since he’s at hte table with Lucy, Charlie and Charlie’s Parents. “ she smiled to herself “Sherlock he very thing that made people question your sanity is what drew me to you. I could see that you never truly hated people. You just weren’t sure how to act around them. How come you never mentioned havign a sister? Until after she Kidnapped me and Lucy?”

He sighed “Because she was sent away wheni was six and I’d rewritten my memories.” he sighed “It turned out one of my most treasured memories was dissociated and somethign else totally different.”

Meanwhile..... “Dad, did you get the special wedding gift i wanted to get for Sherlock.”

Mycroft “Yes. My assistant is caring for the gift.” Lucy had purchased a puppy for Sherlock and Molly. Like hte one sherlock had described in his fake memories.

At the Home of Melida and Carlton Holmes “Are you sure we are not imposing.”

Miranda “Not at all Alana. Ever since Mycroft and Sherlock left we’ve been living here alone.” she paused “Lucy has stayed here with us on occassion. before she started living with Charlie. Just get rest this is Holmes family event it is bound to be eventful ”

To Be Continued.......

The wedding scene is in part 6 :

#daddy! mycroft #part 5 #reclaimed crown #the holmes family #sherlock fan fic

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hurricanetortilla5ever-blog · 6 years

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i got a few things on my mind , idk maybe i should let it out , i should really stop stalking trcy , it aint doing me any good sneaking thru her profile and trying to compare myself to her , i mean it doesnt make sense , its the past , people really dont think about their past like that right ?

i mean looks are a big thing but theyre not everything , and if i think that i need to match my looks to her to keep bryan stuc to me , then hes not the one for me , so i guess the uglier i get and as logn as he stays , i uess i know then that he loves me but i mean , there is the downside that ill get uglier , i digress ... i have a tiny feeling , that his breakup with her wasnt so long ago , well at leat not as long as he gives it to be . he says its been a year but like i think la that he might have been with her during like feb ish last year , cause like them pictures i see his car and stuff , anyways it dont matter , its a small detail but its not really wrong i guess feb to this jan is about a year , damn my tum is rubbling . how ong more do i need to suffer wtf , it feels hella weird , i feel like im in aliens and an alien is just gonna eat my stomach from the inside , we went to play ps4 today , it was fun , real fun . when im with him , i cant stop staring at him , it really sometimes feels like im staringat him for the first and last time and im just drinking in evry detail , i could listen to him talk for hours and not get jaded

but when im not with him , sometimes i just overthink . maybe moving in with him might even be a good idea , but i dont know if wed both want it tho , it seems scary but hes my best fwen and i dont mind spending all my time with him , just dont want him to get bored of me i guess , idk why im so afraid of loosing him , i thn because its been a long time since i felt so , at home , so in love , lie my heart is connected to this human and i dont want it to stop , idk im being super exxaggerated ,

i can go on about this bitch . hes passionate , when i see him work its hella cute because hes just doing him and being a total nerd whcih is cute as fuck , he dreams big and i wanna suceed with him , i never wanna hold him back but be by his side , succeed together , it aint that hard i guess considering we lie the same shitt , its cute that we do , i guess i kinda click more with people that are in the same feild , tho soem pople might think that if you were different people youd have toa lot to talk about , i mean its true , but i see his vision and hopefully he sees mine , at least i wanna see mine first , god knows what my vision is

i wanna do well so bad , i wanna be successful , cause i really idk , i might maybe wanna have a family and if that happens , well i only want them to have the best , and for me too , i dont wanna be working from hand to mouth just so my kids can live a mediocre life , theyd be spoilt as fuck tho but idk ,it might help . kids are a crazzy thing but i thin ill be a great mother if i ever was one ,

idk what other thoughts i have , ill proly sleep r soemthing , i wanna get back into music dude i swear , but yeah conclusion is , someday might need to just cut out stalking tracy then maybe i wont overthink cause im done innit

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