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insomnihan · 4 years

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han’s Entire Thoughts and Feelings on Dreamcatcher’s “Scream”

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ITS FUCKING HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE THIS IS ON GOD HAPPENING I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO RELAX I CANNOT LET THIS WAIT ANY LONGER LETS GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there are no read mores here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALRIGHT SO-

THE SONG THIS F UCKING SONG WHERE👏DO👏I👏START 👏 I KNEW RIGHT WHEN I WENT ON TO LISTEN TO THE GODDAMN LYRIC SPOILER bc im an impatient little bich THIS WAS GONNA KICK MY SHINS KNEE ME IN THE NOSE AND OWN. ME. i forgot which moot i said this to but i said they should try putting their rock/metal sound with an edm kind of sound anD HERE WE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT SOUNDS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! this got my heart racing quick as hell even during the slower parts????????? im sorry to the beginning parts, jiu, and the bridge i cant RELAX™

CRITICISM???????? I DUNNO THAT BI TCH™

(i wont tag every part they have ill just describe some of them lmao)

JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU JIU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MISS KIM MINJI YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this, this, THIS AND THIS G O D her voice is just so perfect to start the song to ease you into this BOP™ and then her voice for those pre-chorus parts to ready you ONCE AGAIN for that chorus BUT YET its still hype as hell bc you K N O W what shes leading you into her voice is LIKE FEATHERS AND CLOUDS dont ask

yoohyeon i swear to god- her voice........................... i cannot begin.............. to even describe how nice it is.................... I DUNNO HOW SERIOUSLY like it just has that tone and power where its not very high nor very low and its just.................. lord......... going right after jiu for this it was just so UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH- pls i CANNOT with these parts and then still being a part of the choruses MA’AM WHY DOES YOUR VOICE JUST HITS THE SPOT HUH-

sua ALSO HAS A VOICE I JUST CANNOT DESCRIBE it just has this like..................... its unique and very alluring???????? i feel like i HAVE TO SAY THIS but her voice is as sexy as she is i- putting her right after jiu and yoohyeon at the beginning HOO and then this after gahyeon and damis fire and then shes also in the CHORUS TOO AND SHE ADDS MORE STRENGTH IN HER VOICE HELLO

SIYEON I HAVE TO SAY THIS AGAIN I WOULD LISTEN TO YOUR VOICE FOREVER IF I COULD her voice is just meant to do this kind of genre i swear to GOD like THIS????????? THIS x2??????????? BICTH THIS?????????????? she just sings so effortlessly and the emotion she puts like YOU CAN FEEL THAT S HIT especially in the bridge YEESH listening now it mellowed me out for like two (2) seconds before i went feral again

PIRI GAHYEON WALKED SO SCREAM GAHYEON COULD SPRINT pls i listened to this part and i was like ‘oH OKAY SING GO AHEAD’ oh no. nononononono NECK PLOT TWIST: SHES A RAPPER AGAIN BICTH THIS RIGHT HERE THATS HOW YOU GIVE WHIPLASH- AND THIS S HIT OOF THAT HIT- her voice is a lot deeper than we think LIKE her range is actually pretty big and we LOVE to hear it

dami..................................... what the f uck- FIRST OF ALL this was Too Much already on first listen and then your rap verse DO YALL HEAR HER PASSION??????? BC I HEAR IT DONT GET ME STARTED ON THIS PART WOO!!!!! LISTEN THAT HAD ME HOPPING AND JUMPING IN MY BED ON GOD- i swear pls stop saying this han come on she has one of the most (if not THE MOST) recognizable voices EVER????????

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE DANCE FOR THIS SONG HAS GOT TO BE THE TOUGHEST CHOREO FOR THEM YET IVE SCREAMED ENOUGH ABOUT THE MASKED DANCER HOLDING HANDONGS SPOT UNTIL SHE GETS BACK AND HOW THEY HAVE GODDAMN BACKUP DANCERS LITERALLY THIS DANCE HAS SO MUCH POWER™ AND ITS SO HIGH ENERGY WHO THE FUC K IS DOING IT LIKE THEM

(i will be using the suit dance video for this portion)

JIU BEING LIFTED AT THE BEGINNING

THE CHORUS DANCES ARE YOU KIDDING ME- these parts.......................... oh s hit- and theN THE ENTIRE LAST ONE LIKE THAT ONE HITS AND MAKES YOU ITS BI-

literally both damis and gahyeons ‘devil. eyes. come.’ ESPECIALLY GAHYEONS when everyone is pointing at her (with this 🤘) thats Art™ right there

GAHYEONS RAP PART the usage of masks.................................. the symmetrical movement......................... Art™ part 2

these dances for sua and siyeons parts after the raps................... especially on the floor................ oh no- also i have to say siyeon lands on her knees really hard for that part i hope shes okay

jiu dancing by herself that is all

siyeon being Sexie™ that is all

dami stealing my heart and stomping on it that is all

ending pose with this 🤘 THE ICONIC™ AND LEGENDARY™ JUMPED OUT

THE VISUALS listen....................... LISTEN............................ LISTEN..................... L I S T E N- OKAY like my last two dreamcatcher thoughts and feelings (which if you wanna read: here and here) ill just show the scenes that i really liked (trust me it was REALLY hard to choose i might as well just put the mv again) and how i felt looking at them

............................................................................... oh f UCK-

ma’am whatever this is can you destroy me with it im ready-

OH S HIT

FOR THE WLW

but seriously whoever gave this woman a sword knows what the somnies like and wanna see and yes i too wanna get sliced the fuc k up

every time i see this i make like this songs title name and S C R E A M

i have no crazy special reason as to why i put her here other than i d worded when i saw her

GAHYEON NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this has to be one of the coolest things ive ever seen like on god this is so Pleasing to My Eyes like what the f kcu im like this A LOT

b ru H this part........................ theyre all doing this 🤘 at her.................... waht does it mean................... what doES IT MEAN

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH BICTH MXCUSE ME WHAT THE FKUC DOES THIS MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ooooooooooooooooooh mmmmmmmyyyyyyYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also some bonus gahyeon screenshots its what she deserves after spinning my head 360 degrees <3 (also i didnt notice that both did the sign love this for her)

T H E M

WELL WELL WELL STILL AS BEAUTIFUL AS EVER I SEE- HERE TO TELL ME THAT YOU ALL STILL HOLD THE TITLE OF BEING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN THE WORLD LITERALLY WHAT CAN I SAY????????????? I ALREADY BE YELLING HERE THAT THEYRE FRICKIN BEAUTIFUL AND STUNNING AS ALL HELL BUT IMMA KEEP SAYING IT AND YOURE NOT GONNA STOP ME

THE BLACK DANCE OUTFITS........................ THE WHITE DANCE OUTFITS........................... G OD

NO COMPLAINTS LETS MOVE ON:

JIU

her purple hair already hurted me and shes beautiful enough but in this video when she iS LITERALLY THE VERY FIRST MEMBER YOU SEE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT WHEN YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL- pls i love lace................... her white outfit got chains on it................... and OH BICTH THE BLACK OUTFIT SHOWS HER BACK IM FERAL

SUA

MISS I SWEAR TO GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MUST ADDRESS THE OUTFIT WITH THE SWORD FIRST OKAY MA’AM LOOKING LIKE A WHOLE GODDESS WARRIOR READY TO SLICE BICTHES UP FOR TALKING S HIT LIKE ON SOME ‘YES IM FROM THEMYSCIRA’ VIBES AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON HER BLACK OUTFIT WITH HER BABS (BORA ABS) OUT

SIYEON

can you pls stop being beautiful for one (1) second can yoU PLS- i saw this shot in the mv and i think i fell in l*ve with her......................... as if i wasnt already shes as stunning as ever i cant stand her the black outfit with her long ass high pony tail witH THE GLOVES HELLO and that one look with the flowers or something on her head covering her eye.......... wow..........................

YOOHYEON

GIRL I GET IT YOURE SO PRETTY I UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!!!! this look in this specific photo with this dress and the braid uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh Ma’am youre a goddess I Am Looking 👁👄👁 her white outfit with the pony tail and those straps around her torso oh god and then her black outfit seems simple until you realize it shows a little of her sides pls stop im a weak man i-

DAMI

HELLO MISS LEE YUBIN I SEE YOU DECIDED TO GO ‘F UCK YALL LIVES’ AND BE HOT™ HUH- tbh not even mad at her yullet (yubin mullet) but shes dami she can work MANY LOOKS™ her black and white scene during her rap like thats a Look™ that attacked me and like yoohyeons black outfit hers looks like nothing special until you realize her sides are also out........... oh no-

GAHYEON

GAHYEON THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!! this is HER ERA NO I WILL NOT LISTEN YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND- i wasnt expecting her to attack me as much as she did its that GODDAMN pink outfit from the l ver. of the teasers i sHOULDVE KNOWN!!!!!!! her black outfit is like suas does she have gabs (gahyeon abs) OH NO LORD PLS- SHES BIG BEAUTIFUL™!!!!!!!!!!!!

BONUS TIME: B-SIDE TRACKS (short thoughts and parts i liked) had to go and use the color coded lyrics to make sure to not mistake the members and appreciate them fake ass fan i have a hard time telling who is who sometimes pls dont roast me ill do better next time

Intro

OKAY LISTEN- this intro be hitting a little different compared to their last intros maybe its just me but i feel as tho it COULD go just a little harder yknow???? tho ofc im love it still but ANYWAY-

Tension

now this........................ this is beautiful so this was apparently was supposed to be called goodnight????? and changed the lyrics?????? so............... they were hiding this Bop™................ for a few years????? did i read that right?????? LITERALLY A SLAP™ IT IS HEADBANG MATERIAL the fkcuing drums oh pls- THE CHORUS SOMEONE TALK TO ME ITS ADDICTING i............... LOVE jius voice on this song in particular that slower part i dunno why she just got me i- those parts sua and siyeon do before that ‘break the wall’ part i dunno their kinda lower voices theyre making me feel Things™

Red Sun

SOUNDCLOUD RAPPER DAMI RISE-

okay seriously WHAT THE FKCU- IT GRABBED MY NECK DURING THE HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY something about those bells or whatever throughout this song just hurted me so much ‘red sun’ just....................... gets in your brain and im okay with that!!!!!!!!!!! like its true that the beginning part is so intriguing and lowkey hypnotizing WOW and then their voices sound kinda breathy be hitting a little different MISS LEE GAHYEON ON THIS.................. MA’AM-

Black Or White

the guitar the fkycing guitaR CAN WE PLS TALK ABOUT THE GUITAR AND THE BASS FOR A SECOND???????? HELLO??????? THE CRUNCHINESS™ and then dami in the middle (not @ me for thinking she cursed in this song 🤡) S HU T- AND HELLO JIU SIYEON AND DAMI ALL TOOK PART IN WRITING THESE LYRICS BICTH IM YELLING- THAT BLACK OR WHITE IN THE CHORUS SIYEON SINGS IS STUCK IN MY HEAD HELP ME jk im okay with it being there yoohyeon jiu and gahyeon during those pre-chorus parts......................... good christ............

Jazz Bar

pls stop flirting with me.................................. DAMI ESPECIALLY LISTEN- I HAD TO LOOK UP THE LYRICS WITH THE COLOR CODE TO MAKE SURE MY EARS WERENT MESSING WITH ME LEE YUBIN I WILL FALL IN L*VE WITH YOU S T O P THE F CKUING BRIDGE- dami sitting on a piano during that part................ Thinking™ jiu sua and yoohyeon oh pls they sound so good and pleasant to the ears................. it feels like im in a jazzy cafe during the evening and its raining outside im drinking a latte with a cream heart design inside and im wearing a scarf- ALSO JIU SIYEON YOOHYEON AND DAMI TOOK PART IN WRITING THIS TOO BICTH!!!!!!!!!! dami saying this was one of her favorites Y E A H

SAHARA

HERE WE HAVE THE SONG WE MEMED BEFORE WE GOT IT but like that ‘SA HA RA~ RA RA RA~’ part is SUPER CATCHY siyeon and gahyeon and sua holy damn i- siyeon during the second verse AND HER HIGH NOTE ma’am im love you- also SOUNDCLOUD RAPPER DAMI RISE 2.0 i dunno what it is with dami with her raps being like this but im not even mad????????? i feel like thats an unpopular opinion something about that instrumental that guitar is hitting a part of my heart that i wanna hear it and then those drums it sounds SO COOL

In the Frozen

HERES ANOTHER FKCUING BANGER THAT GRABBED MY NECK AND WOULDNT LET. GO. like i literally fell off my GODDAMN BED HEARING THIS S HIT GOT MY HEART PUMPING AND S HIT its that flower line whatever it is that siyeon yoohyeon and sua do GOOD LORD and then dami???????? miss?????????? THE ENDING PORTION OH LISTEN- WHATEVER IS GOING ON WITH THE INSTRUMENTAL HOLY SH IT AND DAMI SAYING ‘LIMIT NO MORE’ AND ALL IT REALLY DIDNT HAVE TO GO THAT HARD F U C K-

새벽 (Daybreak)

now this is a song that could heal souls- its not super slow like a ballad but it has like a lowkey jazz lo-fi (???) feel to it and their vocals are super gentle and smooth are these angels- i dunno what it is about all these songs and the second verses like this one is good too??????? especially yoohyeon U H i felt that in mY BONES i can definitely see this song as one i would go to when i wanna relax to or even fall asleep to bc its so soothing

Outro

THIS HITS REALLY DIFFERENT AND I LIKE IT I DUNNO WHAT IT IS IT JUST FEELS NICE IN MY EARS

LIKE i was expecting this album to be SUPER INCREDIBLE COME ON ITS DREAMCATCHER YKNOW but i didnt think itd be THIS incredible this group is just so full of surprises and are just the MOST HIDDEN GEMS its unfortunate they really arent very known trying to be a little critical ofc there are SOME things that could be different theres nothing absolutely and truly perfect ever- personally i am IN LOVE with this album theyve topped themselves from their last comeback which like HOLY S HIT however will this be the comeback that will get them their first win? ..................... to be honest its hard to tell i was so hopeful last comeback and yknow stuff happened OFC I DO HOPE AND WISH THEYLL WIN but whats most important (at least to me) is that i enjoy their music and enjoy all the content they give and appreciate their work and their voices

IN CONCLUSION: PLEASE YALL ALWAYS MAKE ME SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and like before i must bring this back:

#im sorry i cant be more objective 😔😔😔#decided against writing a favorite lyrics portion #im actually very busy this week BUT THIS IS LONG ENOUGH YKNOW #if there are mistakes oh well #hopefully this was entertaining!!!#dreamcatcher #han.txt #han's mv afterthoughts

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dawn-moths · 2 years

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“In the Spider’s Web”

Lau x Female Reader

word count: 8,300+

(In desperate need of work, you end up at one of Lau’s whorehouses where he puts you through a test to make sure you’re “up for the job”. He considers it quality assurance, since the women he picks to represent his business aren’t just any ordinary prostitutes who roam the streets. But, who knows… You might consider yourself lucky to become one of his favorites.)

content warning: 18+ sexual content! minors DNI! reader is an orphan and a virgin, noncon/dubcon, degradation, drugs, mentions of underaged girls doing sexwork, mention of abortion, force/violence, we out here in 1889 london like it’s not exactly a good situation to be in as a woman yknow what im sayin, lau’s kinda dark and scary like definitely tapping more into that side of him.

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In 1889, being a woman in London wasn’t easy. The corsets were suffocating, marriage was the highest standard you could aim to achieve, and you weren’t expected to speak unless spoken to.

And that was if you were rich.

If you were among the many who were unfortunate enough to be living in the danger and filth of the downtown slums, things were much, much worse.

And you, fresh out of the orphanage you’d grown up in and only a few hours past turning eighteen, were anxiously pacing the streets in old, tattered skirts that had been handed down for who knows how many generations in that horrid place.

Actually “orphanage” was a nice way to put it. What it had really been was a workhouse, all of the girls who’d ended up there forced to slave away spinning threads and sewing fabrics into dresses that none of you would ever be able to wear, let alone afford even when you finally were set free of the place, the housemother— again, a generous title given that she had never once shown any of you a single ounce of care other than the bare minimum of keeping a drafty roof over your heads and tossing you stale scraps— selling all your blood, sweat, and tears to the middle class.

But, as of today, you were free, even if it had been against your own will, and you could now make your own decisions, your own choices. Though, with only a couple coins to your name, your options weren’t very abundant at the moment.

No, before you could really get your life started, you’d have to find work.

You dreamed of finding some quaint little cottage out in the countryside, far from all the smoke and ash of the factories and mills that filled the city, and working as a maid for a nice family or a rich old widow.

You dreamed of laying in a bed that was more likely to be filled with goose down than lice, maybe being allowed to bathe more than once every two weeks— and warm water, god how you dreamed of warm water— and fresh bread and fruit to fill your ever shrinking belly, starvation always seeming to be right around the corner.

And there was no reason why you couldn’t end up somewhere nice, or decent, at the very least.

Because you were a pretty, hardworking, well-mannered girl. So long as no one noticed how calloused and chapped your hands had become over the years, you might even have presented as a daughter of the middle-class, given the right dress and a combing of your hair.

All you needed was a chance— an opportunity— to prove yourself to the right person.

But, again, you knew better than most that beggars couldn’t be choosers.

For now, with night approaching fast along with the winter chill that the early darkness brought along with it, you’d need to find a place to sleep, at least shelter from the cover of clouds that threatened snow if you ever wanted a chance at your fantasy of fresh air and open country living.

The pubs would want you to pay, and you barely had enough for one drink. Forget an entire night. The inns were far outside your pathetic budget and any community living was either full or, again, too expensive.

She could’ve at least given me more than a couple pence and a single shilling, you thought bitterly about your former housemother. But you ceased your mental complaining when you noticed a shady and most likely disease ridden man who was crouched down by the street corner giving you a malicious look, eyes narrowing as he sized you up— or rather, took particular interest in your coins— and appeared to be plotting something rather unpleasant if you didn’t pocket your money and move along.

You continued further down the long stretch of road until you turned the corner of an alley and found yourself in a busier area on the other side, slightly closer to the city but still in a less favorable section of the east end.

The cold was biting at you now, your arms wrapping themselves around your body to shield you from the chill of the country’s most brutal season the best that they could. But still you shivered, thin and hole spotted shawl draped over your shoulders doing absolutely nothing to help you stay warm. You wouldn’t even be mad if it was stolen. Perhaps you could sell it, you thought.

But then, the soft glow of a paper lantern caught your eye, the dim red light drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

There was a string of them leading down the next alley, guiding you closer to the front of the building they were attached to and soon you began to hear the cooing of women’s voices drawing near.

Maybe they can help me, you thought naively. Maybe they know a safe place I can—

But as you rounded the corner, the hopeful smile that had begun growing on your face dropped at the sight of them.

There was a trio of women displaying themselves in front of the shop, skirts shorter than any you’d ever seen, if they could even be called skirts with how indecent they were, and chests nearly entirely exposed from a cut out in the silky fabrics, the collars of the garments drawn high as if in illusion to modesty.

Even as a fellow woman, your cheeks reddened.

Because you knew exactly just what kind of work these women— most of which looked only a couple years older than yourself— did to keep a roof over their heads and food in their bellies.

And that was an option you hadn’t even been willing to consider.

“Ooooh!” one called as she spotted you staring from the corner, waving you over with a catlike pawing gesture and giving a sweet smile. “Helloooo~! What do we have here?”

The other two turned their view from the men passing by on the street to survey you as well, the same predatory yet alluring expressions spreading across their faces.

You felt even more vulnerable now than you had moments ago when you’d thought that homeless man was going to try and rob you, like there was suddenly a spotlight casting on you and claiming you as the star in their show of seduction.

But this wasn’t an opera or an orchestra or a play.

You weren’t used to having any attention drawn to you. You’d learned that early on in the orphanage— workhouse, child labor factory, hell, whatever other terms you and the girls used to call it behind the housemother’s back.

Keep your eyes down. Stay quiet. Act like you don’t exist.

This single interaction was going against everything you’d been brought up on and you didn’t know what to say, how to act as the three flaunting women sauntered over to you and surrounded you with both intrigue and scrutiny.

“Haven’t seen you around here before,” the one who’d beckoned you commented with an accent you weren’t accustomed to.

“Does she work for one of the other houses?” another asked.

“With those clothes? Definitely not,” the third chimed in with minor disgust, plucking lightly at the paperthin shawl before you shrugged away from her, causing the three of them to giggle at your shyness.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” the kindest of the three asked you then, bending down a little bit to try and meet your eyes which were glued to the ground. “It’s ok, don’t mind them. Just look at me, ok?”

Your nervous gaze flicked up to meet hers, her dark eyes surprisingly inviting, caring, almost. It wasn’t a look you were used to having directed at you, but it brought you comfort in your current situation so you decided to trust her for the moment.

After you told the friendly young woman your name, she cooed at you and placed a hand on your shoulder, slowly migrating closer to the entrance of the building with the red lanterns as you hesitantly trailed along beside her.

“Where do you live?” she asked you next, the other two girls returning to trying to gather patrons with their playful, lilting tones and exposed skin. They made it look so easy, how often that they drew a new man passing by towards them and then ushering them inside where you could already feel the warmth of the interior everytime the door swung open.

“I…” you began, words getting caught in your throat as you tried to swallow down your shame. “I don’t have a home,” you finally admitted, and the woman pulled you close to her, practically burying your face in her cleavage as she gently stroked your hair with her long but clean nails. Your nails were short and caked with dirt and soot. Upon noticing that, you began to consider that maybe this place, whatever it was, wasn’t entirely bad. And when you felt how warm and soft her skin was, you didn’t pull away.

Plus, it felt good to be held in such a tender manner. Like how a mother would soothe her child, you imagined. And for the first time in, well, maybe in forever, you felt safe.

“You poor thing…” she went on with that whining, sing-songy tone. “How about you come inside, I’ll get you some tea.”

You looked back up at her then, your eyes so innocent that it almost made her feel bad when you asked next, “But I don’t have any money. How will I pay you?” and she would have to give the inevitable answer of “With your body,” unless her boss said it first.

But that could wait, she figured. You could retain your innocence for just a little longer, even if it was a mere hour or two.

Because she would have to tell her boss. Tell him that a homeless girl— and a rather adorable one at that— had entered the establishment and needed a place to stay. And he’d come meet you, give you a chance to make your choice. And you’d be met with the opportunity to make enough money to pay for a roof over your head and some food to fill your belly. But it wouldn’t be in the countryside and the currency certainly wouldn’t be one of coin.

“So you came from the workhouse…” the young woman, whose name you’d learned was Xiu, said after you’d explained your current situation over a cup of hot tea. You and her were in the far corner of the main room where you tried not to cough as a thick smoke swirled around the atmosphere, the unfamiliar scent making your head go a little fuzzy. “I used to belong to one of those, when I was younger…” she admitted with a lingering sorrow, sipping at her own tea. “I got out when I was fifteen though.”

“How?” you asked, leaning in with curiosity and stifling another cough behind the china teacup.

Xiu explained that her parents had sent her over to England with a distant aunt of hers who already had five children of her own and had been recently widowed. When funds ran low, as they often did for immigrants with several mouths to feed, she had no choice but to sell the only child who wasn’t really her own to a workhouse, collecting the little girl's wages for her own family.

“But then one day, Mr. Lau showed up and offered to buy me out from the workhouse,” she continued, only the utmost respect in both her expression and voice as she lightly rested a manicured hand gracefully over her chest. “He could speak my language, told me I could leave with him so I said I would and came here. He taught me how to speak English, how to please the customers, and I’ve been working for him ever since.”

You asked who this magical savior Mr. Lau was and Xiu promised with a convincing smile that you’d be meeting him shortly.

But before you could ask any more questions or say another word, you noticed the entire atmosphere of the room change, even the cheerful Xiu straightening at attention when a certain individual entered the domain.

And you knew that must be him— this generous Mr. Lau that you’d just heard so much about— along with a woman of his own draped over his arm, her dress the shortest of all and a lovely lilac purple, the dim lights giving her a somewhat eerie appearance, like a feline on the prowl. She was an attractive girl, young like the rest of them seemed to be, though as she passed the opium smoking patrons she didn’t say a single word, didn’t try to entice them.

Because she was devoted solely to the man whose arm she was clinging to, almost as if she awaited his order to so much as sigh. She did make a point to scan her eyes around the entire premises though, bold when it came to boring her stare into anyone who dared track his gaze on her for too long.

“Who is that…?” you couldn’t help but ask, voice nearly a whisper.

But before Xiu could answer, the tall Chinese man beckoned her over with a playful wave and an otherwise unassuming grin.

Your new friend was up and standing in front of him within seconds. They were speaking then, though you couldn’t hear what they were saying. Based on the form of their lips it wasn’t in English, so it wouldn’t even have mattered if you were within earshot or not. Though, when the mysterious looking man turned his face towards you, seeming to be looking through you, you froze, an intense feeling of unease settling over you with a quick shiver.

When he motioned you over in the same way he had to Xiu, you nearly jolted, now wishing that you hadn’t let a stranger, despite her kindness, lure you in here.

But he’d saved Xiu, you reminded yourself. Maybe he could save me too.

Though, again, you were far too accustomed to using other words to replace the true intentions of a person or situation.

What one considered saving another could clearly recognize as using.

So now you had to wonder…

Were you going to allow this man to use you too?

“My, my…” he began once you were standing before him. You gave a small curtsy and looked up at him through your lashes for only a split second. His face was handsome, carried a certain breed of benevolence that would’ve put you at ease, if not for the heavy mystery laced into his aura. “Aren’t you a rare sight for this part of town.”

You didn’t know what to say, unsure if he was complimenting you or testing you in some way, so you just gave a shy and nervous smile, thanking him for allowing you a moment to rest in the warmth of the building and enjoy a cup of tea.

“Let me ask you…” he began then, that horrible feeling in your chest only tightening the more lenience he showed you. “Have you ever been in a place like this?”

You glanced around the room, as if you hadn’t scanned every corner visible to you the entire time you’d been sipping tea with Xiu, who now was being pulled away by a man and past some curtains that led to a backroom of some sort. You felt even more vulnerable than before, if that were possible.

Because now the only thing even vaguely familiar to you was gone.

There were other women scattered all about the room, sure, but none of them looked at you with the care and compassion that Xiu had. All the others seemed too out of it to even open their eyes all the way, taking long drags of the smoke that filled the lungs of the patrons who sprawled out on the plush couches and cushion covered beds.

“N-no…” you replied nervously, as if you were afraid you might offend him. Then you looked up at him and remembered to add on a formal, “Sir.”

Lau’s smirk widened, seeming pleased with something, though it was unclear to you exactly what.

“Ran-Mao…” he then addressed the quiet yet vicious-gazed girl at his arm. “Why don’t you show this young lady to a vacant room and get her a change of clothes.” He narrowed his eyes at you then, sending another tremor up your spine. “I believe we have some important matters to discuss. I’d hate for her to feel underdressed for the occasion.” There wasn’t even a speck of light to be found in his leer, dark irises swimming with ill-intent.

So Ran-Mao guided you back past the curtains where you learned there wasn’t just one, but several backrooms, most of which appeared to be currently occupied by the closed doors and some obscene sounds escaping from under the cracks that made heat rise in your cheeks.

And then, as if this place had given you a chance to forget, you suddenly remembered where you were.

Because this wasn’t just an opium den, was it?

This was a whorehouse, if the patrons wanted it to be. And you, a virgin, really ought to have kept walking and resisted the lure of the red lanterns.

“Here,” the stone-faced girl said as she opened a door to a vacant room and stepped aside, allowing you to enter hesitantly. “He’ll be by soon. Your clothes are on the bed.”

Before you could ask her anything— if you could leave, if you had to change, if you could just pay with what little money you had and be off the hook— she was gone, slipping away the moment you peered over your shoulder at the neatly folded garment on the end of the rather sizable bed.

You shut the door, noticing there was no lock on it, but still feeling some sense of security, no matter how false, now that you were alone in the room.

What am I doing here? You asked yourself as you nervously picked up the small dress that was supposed to be your change of clothes. It was just like the others— the skirt far too short and the cut out in the chest area far too big. Am I really going to stay here?

You slowly lowered yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, finding the mattress rather comfortable and actually allowing yourself to flop back on it, arms spread out to your sides to cover as much of its space as possible.

You let out a long, deep sigh.

You were exhausted.

Not just from this night but from the last eighteen years as a whole, it seemed.

If you closed your eyes, you thought you could fall asleep.

An actual mattress…

You’d never slept on one before, let alone felt one.

All you’d had at the orphanage was a limp, flattened pile of thin, itchy, hay-stuffed pillows.

First day out on my own and I’m already sleeping on a real bed…

Your body began to sink with the heaviness of oncoming slumber.

Maybe this isn’t so bad after all…

It wasn’t a place with fresh air, and it sure as hell wasn’t the countryside, but things could be much worse, you thought as you drifted unconscious.

Things could be much worse.

***

“You certainly are something else…” the newly familiar voice cooed from the doorway, causing you to jolt awake as he slammed it shut to deliberately startle you. “To think you’d fall asleep so quickly, you must be exhausted.”

Lau hid his hands under his capacious sleeves and just watched you calmly as you sat up and tried to recover from the scare of being woken so suddenly.

How long was I out?

What time is it?

What’s he doing here?

Is he going to—

“And you haven’t even gotten changed,” he went on, nodding to where the dress was laid out on the bed, showing you’d clearly considered it and then chosen to forgo his request.

“I—” you began to explain, but he cut you off.

“I do believe that Xiu explained to you how she came to be employed here…” he began, his malicious smile never fading as he slightly cocked his head to one side, only then taking a few steps closer to you. Your posture turned rigid and your blood went cold. “I came here to propose the same opportunity to you, if you’d be interested.” He was glaring at you through that pitch-black stare again.

You tried to gulp down your fear but found that hard to do now that your mouth felt so dry, the lump of dread sticking uncomfortably in your throat.

“So…” Lau was standing over you, looking down at you as he took your chin between his long, lithe fingers and turned your face up to get a better view, seeing dollar signs behind those big, innocent eyes of yours, imagining the profit your purity would attract. “What do you say?”

Your whole body was a tremor as you sat there, paralyzed with fear.

But he was giving you a choice, wasn’t he?

You could leave, if you really wanted to, couldn’t you?

“I…” you began, clearing the hoarseness from your shaking voice. “I think…” His eyes were dark. So, so dark. Like the deepest trenches of a treacherous sea. The eyes of a devil, or of someone who was sure to meet him someday. “I think I should probably go.”

Lau’s amusement with you dropped from his expression, his hand falling from your face and rejoining his other one back inside his sleeves. His disappointment didn’t seem to last, however, as he smirked again and said through a bit of a sigh, “Well, I’m very sorry to see you go. But, alas, I do not believe in keeping people here who don’t want to be here.” He swung open the door and stood beside it, gesturing with one silk draped arm out towards the hall. “Farewell. Enjoy the rest of your night. Though, it sure is a chilly one, isn’t it?”

You gulped again, slowly stood from the plush bed, and then hurried past him down the hall and back out through the curtains into the main den. Xiu was entertaining a man on one of the couches now, and she noticed you as you rushed past, calling your name to try and get your attention, but you ignored her, bursting back out into the cold and darkness of a winter night in London.

Still shaken though slightly relieved to have escaped unscathed, you pulled your paper thin shawl as tight around your shoulders as the fabric would allow and ventured further into the danger of the downtown streets, trading one fear for another much more unknown one.

***

Almost exactly twenty-four hours on the dot from when you’d first followed the trail of paper lanterns and found the sultry opium den, you were back on its doorstep.

Bitter winds had started to sweep through every corner and crevice of the alleys that afternoon and flurries had begun to drift down, soon morphing into what you could only guess were the beginnings of a blizzard.

You had no choice.

It was either stay stubborn and freeze to death or take a chance and accept work from the man known as Lau, owner of the most successful opium den in the east end and manager of the whorehouse that shared the same building, both of his businesses intertwining more often than not.

“Ah, you’re back!” Xiu greeted you with a smile as she bounded over, her short silky dress a different color today. “Did you change your mind?”

You wanted to ask her if there were any job positions that didn’t require you to sell your body, but knew that here, for a woman, as every employee seemed to be female, that didn’t seem likely.

So instead you just nodded solemnly with your eyes to the floor.

“I’ll go get Mr. Lau! Wait here!” And with that, Xiu cheerily went off to fetch her boss— your boss— and returned with the tall and eerily pleasant looking Chinese man within a few minutes.

“Nice to see you again,” Lau nodded. You couldn’t meet his eyes, just kept your gaze glued to where your hands were wringing themselves in front of you, nervous beyond belief. “So I take it you’d like to accept my offer. Shall we?”

You followed Lau back through the curtain separating the drug den from the individual pleasure rooms you’d visited yesterday all the way down the hall to the door at the very end. He opened it for you, allowing you to enter into his office first and then offering you a seat in the ornate chair before his desk where he took his own seat, shuffling through one of the drawers until he produced a fountain pen and a piece of paper.

Lau slid the pen and paper towards you and began to summarize the contents of the form, as it was written in Chinese— not that you’d have been able to read it even if it was in your language since you’d never been given a formal education in the workhouse— as you just stared down at all the foreign shapes and symbols neatly scrawled across the piece of parchment.

“You will receive room and board here while you work, clothes, meals, allotted time to sleep and bathe…” he explained. “If you’re not servicing a customer during our hours of operation then you’ll be tending to the patrons on the opium floors. I see you’ve met Xiu. I’ll have her show you how we do things around here. Your living expenses will be taken out of your paycheck and at the end of every month you’ll be given what's left over. Though, keep in mind...” You looked up at him when he momentarily paused. “If you don’t receive enough requests, then your total is likely to be low. You’re free to leave at any time, though I can’t refer you to any of the other competing businesses...”

He reached out and tapped a long, thin finger on the dotted line. “Sign here, if you still wish to proceed.”

“Um…” you hesitated, scanning the mostly empty desk with confusion as you searched for something. “Wh-where’s the ink?” Not that it mattered. You didn’t know how to write either. Not even your own name.

Lau’s smirk widened and you felt that familiar yet unpleasant chill shudder up your spine.

“Most of the girls who come through here don’t know how to read or write, so instead of a name we have them leave a different kind of signature.” You felt your heartbeat crawling up your throat as he continued to stare at you with the aura of a demon surrounding him. “The tip of the pen should be sharp enough to draw blood. So go on,” he nodded. “A simple finger prick should suffice.”

You were horrified, and the way he seemed to be confidently treading in the choppy waters of the anticipation was only adding to your fear. But if this was how it was done, then all you could do was play along.

You winced as the sharp pen tip pricked the end of your thumb, stamping it down on the line at the bottom of the page and pulling it away after a second of applying pressure to reveal your red fingerprint smeared on the parchment.

“Very good…” Lau commended with a condescending coo as he pulled the paper back towards him, rolled it up into a tight tube, and then stored it away in a locked drawer where all the other contracts he’d collected over the years were kept.

“Now…” he said as he looked back at you, your thumb sucked into your mouth as your tongue gently lapped over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He ran his own tongue over his smirking lips, momentarily mesmerized by the sight of you. Then he concluded with a sly, “I do believe that the dress that Ran-Mao left for you yesterday is still on the bed.”

***

There was a full-length mirror in the room, and as you looked over your reflection in the revealing attire, you realized that this was perhaps the first time that you’d seen your entire body this clearly before.

At the workhouse, all you’d had available to see more of yourself than just from the shoulders or waist up were passing by the windows at night, catching a glimpse of your figure in a transparent, ghost-like reflection, maybe a shiny surface of a new machine in the factory to sneak glances at your ink and soot covered face in.

But even then, you still hadn’t really been seeing you. You’d merely been shown the silhouette that a tattered old dress that was always either too big or too small gave your form. You’d studied your limbs during the rare occasion of bathing back in that horrible place. But here, now, like this, you were seeing yourself in full and with more skin exposed than you’d ever let any other eyes view before.

You felt vulnerable, like all you wanted to do was curl up and hide.

How were you going to do this? You had no idea what you were in for, what or who to expect to come through that door.

But after you’d gotten dressed, just a mere second after pulling the thin material over your head and down your body as far as it would go— which wasn’t very far at all— Ran-Mao had startled you as she burst into the room, informing you that, lucky you, there was already a customer who had requested you, the word of the new arrival having drifted through the den on the thick smoke and reached the ear of almost every patron who wasn’t yet too high to comprehend the chatter.

After delivering the unsettling message, the aggressive yet mysterious young woman had left, going off to resume whatever it was that she did and leaving you alone to tremble on the end of the bed until this man, this stranger who was about to claim you for as long as he’d paid for, entered the room.

You tried not to cry, wrapping your arms around yourself and rocking back and forth while the anticipation slowly and silently tortured you.

You have to do this, you reminded yourself. It’s either this or starve and freeze on the street.

You were startled again as the door swung open, this man not bothering to knock either, and he approached you with a staggering step, pushing the door closed behind him.

“Well, I guess the rumors were right…” he began in a rough tone, coughing and clearing some of the drugs from his lungs as he nearly collapsed on top of you on the bed, catching himself at the last minute but still too close for comfort. He looked down at your wide-eyed, terrified expression. “You really are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he remarked with a smirk.

You gulped, trying to swallow the new lump that was forming in your throat, already shaking.

I can’t do this…

The middle-aged man came closer, putting his calloused, meaty hands on you and beginning to push you onto your back, ignoring the gasp that escaped your lips as you tripped over your own feet, soon pinned to the mattress and trying to fight as his massive fists wrapped tightly around your wrists.

“We’ll see how pretty you look when I’m done with you though,” the man then threatened, cutting off your next yelp with his own mouth pressed aggressively against yours, his tongue worming its way in as you tensed up and tried hard to keep your lips sealed shut.

You wanted to call out, beg him to stop, plea with him to go easy on you as this was your first time. But you couldn’t.

One of his hands found your throat and squeezed, allowing his tongue access to your mouth as you attempted to suck in a breath of air.

“Stop struggling,” he ordered darkly when he broke the sloppy gesture that you supposed he was considering a kiss, grip around your neck tightening in warning. “I don’t like it when you whores fight back. So lay still and do your job.”

You were crying now, following his demands even after his hands lifted from you to undo his belt and toss it to the floor, hiking up your dress, which you had nothing under to protect his prying eyes from viewing the part of you that you never thought anyone besides a hypothetical husband would ever see. You know, the one that you’d fantasized about meeting in that daydream of working for a nice family in the countryside.

When he seemed satisfied that you weren’t disease ridden, he unbuttoned his trousers and you had to force yourself to look away then, knowing that seeing it would just make it worse, terrify you even more.

“Please…” you then begged through a croaking sob, throat already sore from his ruthless grip. “Please don’t…”

If the man heard you, he ignored you, lining up his cock with your tight entrance, just about to thrust into you when all of a sudden something possessed you and you kicked him, sending him toppling back off the bed and onto the floor, the drugs in his system making his reactions times and movements sluggish and clumsy.

“The fuck…” he grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head where it had slammed against the floor, letting out another groan when the pain caught up with him. You were breathing heavy as you stared down at him from your place on the bed, chest heaving as more sobs hitched in between your panicked breaths.

The man got to his feet and swayed a bit before steadying himself, and when he looked back up at you again, there was rage in his eyes, pure violence.

“You fucking bitch!” he hollered, coming at you. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

As he reached for you you dove sideways, dodging as he flopped back onto the bed and then rushing for the door, swinging it open and sprinting down the hallway.

You couldn’t do this.

You didn’t know what you’d do or where you’d go but you just couldn’t be here.

You peered over your shoulder to see if he was coming after you, only then to run into something, causing your weak and malnourished body to ricochet and fall back to the floor.

You looked up and found yourself faced with a new horror.

Because you hadn’t run into something, but someone.

And Lau was not happy with you, his ever-present grin wiped clean off his face, only malice left in its wake, his true colors burning bright through the dimness of the long hallway.

“I—” But before you could get another syllable out, the man reached down and pulled you up by your hair, causing you to hiss at the pain and claw for his wrist.

“Perhaps I forgot to inform you…” he began sinisterly, fist tightening in your hair. “While you’re here, you are expected not only to work, but to do so without incident.”

“I’m—” He gave your hair another jolting yank and silenced you with a yelp, more tears streaming down your cheeks and spotting the collar of the silk dress.

“You’re losing me money,” he growled, letting you go then and watching with disgust as you collapsed back to the floor on your hands and knees. “Just because I told you that you were free to leave at any time doesn’t mean I can’t kick you out first.”

“I—” you sobbed. “I’m sorry, please!” You clasped your hands in front of you as if praying, begging for Lau to be a merciful god and spare you at the very least if not forgive you. Then, in a pathetic mumble, you said aloud, as if only for yourself to hear, “I can’t do this…”

Lau yanked you to your feet by your arm then, dragging you behind him back towards the room where the man had since fallen asleep on the bed, his trousers still pulled halfway down. Lau seemed to calm down a little after looking inside, closing the door before turning back to you and looming over, still talking in a terrifyingly hushed tone, his silence speaking more to rage than any shout or scolding yell ever could.

“When he wakes up, if he remembers anything, he won’t be happy,” he told you. You once again were unable to meet his cold, dark eyes. “If that happens, I’ll have to give him his money back and that deduction will be coming straight out of your monthly total. Do you understand?”

You nodded meekly.

“But regardless of if he remembers or not…” Lau said then, his horrible, sinister smile making its return. “I still have to teach you a lesson.”

You gasped as he yanked your arm again and pulled you into the vacant room across the hall, throwing you to the bed and straddling your hips before you even had time to register what was happening.

You began to struggle again when he yanked your skirt up, but all your movement ceased as soon as you felt a slight sting just barely digging into the side of your neck, right against your carotid artery.

“Do you know what acupuncture is?” Lau asked, that sickeningly playful lilt reinjected back into his voice.

You felt your blood run cold.

“Well, even if you do, allow me to explain why I ask in the first place…” He drove the needle slightly further into your pulse and you tried to stay as still as possible while your entire body tensed, a little whimper hummed through closed lips as you squeezed your eyes shut. “The human body contains several pressure points. If you know where to find them, you can paralyze even the biggest or strongest of opponents.”

His other hand came to rest gently on the other side of your neck, thumb grazing the slight raise in your throat as he rubbed your clammy skin, a puff of a chuckle escaping his nose as he took in your pathetic, helpless state.

Perhaps he wouldn’t even need the needle to keep you still. Maybe his words would be enough.

“So, if you’re going to insist on making things harder for yourself…” Lau continued, raising the long, thin needle from your skin and holding it before you to prove he wasn’t bluffing. “Then I’ll have no choice but to make them easy.”

He was just about to drive the needle into one of your pressure points when you finally found it in yourself to call out a desperate, “Wait!”

The needle in Lau’s hand stilled just an inch from your body.

“Please…” you tried begging one last time, two more tears slipping from your eyes in a pair. “I’m a virgin… Please…”

At this, it was Lau’s turn to freeze, though his inaction was momentary. His serpentine smirk widened as he chuckled to himself again, covering his mouth with one of his capacious sleeves and slipping the needle back into the other where he kept it concealed before saying to you, “Why didn’t you tell me that before? I don’t just throw girls like you to the wolves, let any man who wanders in lay claim to them, you know.”

Then, still too naive for your own good, a small spark of hope ignited in you.

Maybe he was going to spare you after all.

Maybe he was going to find you another job, one that didn’t involve allowing the highest bidder to borrow your body for the hour.

But then all the hopefulness drained from your face as Lau looked directly into your eyes, dark gaze piercing your soul, and said, “I’m the only one here who can test for that kind of quality assurance.”

He positioned himself over you again, moving slower now, like a tiger getting ready to pounce, though you didn’t try and fight this time. You knew there was no point. Because if you did he would hurt you or kill you or throw you back to the streets where a different beast would tear you apart.

Lau’s hands were surprisingly warm, given his icy temperament towards you mere moments ago, probably kept so by staying cozy inside his sleeves while the rest of his girls worked tirelessly away on the main floor.

Though their work kept them warm too. You were learning that first hand as his touch traveled across your body, first trailing up your thighs and lingering at your hips as he bunched the silky fabrics further up your waist, seeming to savor the moment rather than rush through it now.

Because Lau wasn’t on a mission to punish you anymore.

No. Now his only goal was to teach you. More than just a lesson, but a skill.

“Sometimes customers will seek you out because they want someone to hold, or someone to impress…” he explained, voice much softer than before, soothing, however false. You sucked in an involuntary gasp as his fingers brushed lightly against your ribs, hands settling on you there as a quick shiver skittered up you and a knot that wasn’t entirely unpleasant twisted in your core.

He leaned in closer, his face nearly touching yours as his lips whispered right above your own, “Sometimes they want a girl who will just lay there and take it, but sometimes…” He paused, a quiet chuckle vibrating in his chest. “Sometimes they want a girl who will fight back a little.”

He met you for a kiss now— your first kiss, if you didn’t count the aggressive and slobbery one that old man had forced upon you earlier. And still, he was being surprisingly gentle with you. When one of his hands tugged down at the opening in the front of your dress and lightly groped at one of your soft breasts, your lips parted in a surprised gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

But still you didn’t fight it.

Instead, you tried to go along with it, to pay attention to what he was doing and match his movements.

He pulled some more gasps and sighs from you as he explored your chest, pinching sensitive nipples between his fingers and sliding his other hand back down towards your thighs while he had you distracted with that sensation.

You didn’t even realize what he was doing until one of his fingers slipped between your already wet folds and began to rub circles against your tender clit, causing your hips to buck upward at the sudden pleasure, a sensation that you hadn’t ever experienced before now.

And you’d think growing up in a workhouse with only women would’ve taught you something about your own body, but all any of the older girls had ever been willing to share with you was how to perform a makeshift abortion if you ever found yourself with child, knowing full well what would happen to any girl employed within that place who had either messed around or been taken advantage of and gotten herself pregnant.

You tried not to think about that. But maybe you should.

Such a procedure seemed more likely than ever now.

“What’s… happening…?” you tried to ask in between panting breaths, losing control of your body with every new touch that Lau placed upon you.

“What’s meant to happen,” he gave in vague reply, now having gotten you wet enough to move onto the next step.

You winced when he slipped two of his long, lithe fingers into you, your tight little pussy already pulsing around them.

“Very good,” Lau hummed with a condescending coo, beginning to pump his fingers in and out of you, sending another shudder through your body as a strangled cry got caught in your throat. “Now tell me… did that hurt?”

“A… a little…” you answered timidly, the pleasure beginning to overpower the pain.

“And how about this?” he asked next, scissoring his fingers inside of you and making you hiss a bit as he stretched you for the first time.

“Yes…” you huffed, still trying to stay still but finding it harder with every new sensation Lau introduced to you.

Lau let out a low chuckle. “Well, it always does for you the first time, so just try to bear it,” he said, stretching you a little further until you had the sheets balled up in your fists and your jaw clenched with discomfort, little whines slipping from between your gritted teeth.

Then, after what felt simultaneously like too long and no time at all, his fingers retracted, leaving you empty with your walls clenching around nothing.

But not for long. No, not for long.

“You can close your eyes, if you want,” Lau informed you, shifting his position slightly as he dropped his trousers to the floor from under his expensive, silky robe. “But whatever you do…” he lined himself up with you, wiping the slick he’d collected from you onto his cock before nudging the tip into your entrance. “Don’t scream.”

You covered your mouth with a startled gasp as he began to enter you, slow and steady and not with intent to hurt you per se, but also not with intent to keep with your hesitant pace.

A few squeaks of pain escaped you as you squirmed from under him, the fearful image of that needle stabbing into you and rendering your body motionless ever present with the threat that had been echoing in your head since it was promised.

But you’d just have to get used to this, you supposed, since it was all a part of the job you’d signed up for. You hoped each time it would get easier, become less painful than it was now. You could always ask Xiu, you figured. She seemed like she would look out for you when she could, answer your many questions as to what all this entailed since you’d never had a mother or a real older sister to tell you about these kinds of things.

But the words that formed your worries began to fade away into a blurry haze as Lau began to pick up speed, at first rolling his hips into yours and then quickly and harshly burying himself deeper inside you, each motion pulling a whine or a moan from you involuntarily.

“Pretty sounds from a pretty girl…” Lau commented in between his grunts, which were becoming more frequent as your insides squeezed tighter around his twitching cock. “The customers will surely be pleased with that.”

It was becoming too much, this feeling that had been building inside of you, your stomach winding into a tight coil. Tears welled in your eyes again and you tried to blink them away, but you were relieved of all your fear and worry the moment you felt that coil snap, an overwhelming pleasure causing you to cry out and tense up, eyes rolling behind fluttering lids as your back arched and your mouth hung open with the ghost of your moan.

Seconds later, while you lay stiffly on the bed, you felt another new sensation as Lau filled you with his hot, sticky cum, groaning out a long note as his body hunched over yours and his head rested in the crook of your neck, both of your chests heaving as your breathing tried to recover from the shallow panting.

As time went on, your muscles began to relax and you felt the euphoric haze that had temporarily clouded your mind begin to drift away with some of the adrenaline, causing the pain to nudge its way to the forefront.

After Lau pulled out of you, he quickly redressed himself and caught his breath, turning back to you, who was still laying on the bed with a glistening mess between your trembling thighs, and giving that sly fox grin as he simply stated, “Well congratulations, my dear. I’d say that you passed the test.”

He pulled out an intricately printed silk handkerchief from his pocket, whipping it out of its neatly folded state with a single flick of his wrist, and approached you to wipe away as much of the bodily fluids as possible. Then he helped you sit upright, placing a hand at your back for support, and took your chin in his palm again as he directed your half-lidded, fucked out stare towards his narrowing leer and muttered, “Just remember… The next time a customer comes to call, you be as good for him as you were for me. Understand?”

Not even fully comprehending what he’d said, you just nodded your head lethargically through your daze.

He let go of you then and prepared to make his exit, being kind enough to give you the rest of the night off, suggesting that when you were ready you headed to the bathing quarters to finish cleaning yourself up. He said he’d send Xiu over shortly, that she’d help take care of you, and then he was gone, vanishing like smoke from your forever changed world.

And maybe, you thought, if you pretended that every man who found himself on top of you was him, things wouldn’t seem so bad.

Maybe, somehow, you’d figure out a scenario that would cause your boss to have to reprimand you again.

Because, for as much discomfort that having Lau inside you had caused initially, there was even more pleasure in the aftermath, and that night as you were drifting off to sleep inside your new home you found yourself reliving his touch, craving the graze of his fingers over your sensitive skin and the way he’d hit that spot deep inside of you just right.

And just like that, you were entrapped in the spider’s web. A beautiful butterfly to be spun in the shimmering silks of the venomous predator who’d crafted the perfect trap.

***

(I feel like this is so far out from the type of stuff I usually write but hey. sometimes you just gotta mix it up a little.

Anyway, i’ve never actually read or even looked for a Lau fic before, so i have no idea how niche or saturated the market is, so to speak. But something just made me think about him and how, even in the manga, he’s not really around a ton.

Surely he must be getting up to something with his own business when he’s not on the page haha

Anyway, like always, thanks for reading!

See you next time, byyye~!)

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more renga headcanons bc i miss them

- rekis not one to like. hide his praise or anything he compliments langa a lot but just. every so often he'll grab langas wrist and look at him all soft and say "youre amazing langa" very reminiscent of how langa praises him and it just makes langa feel so fucking mushy and in love

- rekis used to affection from his family but thats kinda it and langas family was never super affectionate but he felt loved still but after his dad died he just felt super lonely but when they meet and start getting super close they both just feel like theyre overflowing with love both given and received and i just thinks that beautiful

- rekis chronically bad at opening bottles bc they hurt his hands and hes always embarrassed but he goes up to langa and is like. open please. and langa does KKFMSMFND

- it gets to the point he'll just go up to him with a bottle and langa will open it without being prompted

- yknow when youre really tired and you feel like youre floating in the ocean reki has that but he feels like hes rolling back and forth on his skateboard

- since he first started skating the movement and feeling got so ingrained in him that he'll be sitting at his desk or laying in bed and just feels the sensation of tick tacking like hes not moving he just can feel it like a ghost in his muscles and brain

- sometimes reki just wants to. stand on his board like not do anything just stand on it so he stores skateboards in his room and when he gets restless he'll just stand on one for a little bit

- reki talks to himself a lot he'll be doing some mindless task and then have a pretend conversation with nobody without even realizing it

- whenever reki cries or gets choked up about smth drinking water for some reason makes him feel better

- reki pokes the twins' bellies and blows raspberries on them to make them laugh :)

- langa cant pick up rice with chopsticks when he first moves to okinawa and reki makes fun of him but still teaches him how to do it

- langa has acne along his jawline its just bumpy and stuff

- reki wakes up and then lays in bed watching videos as long as he can before he gets up

- he also holds his phone like two inches away from his face

- reki uses dark mode langa uses light mode until reki notices it forcibly changes it

- rekis phone is always at like really low brightness bc his eyes are sensitive

- its battery is also always low bc its an old phone and it takes forever to charge

- he takes a lot of pictures and videos of langa just for no reason half of them are blurry and out of focus and langas not paying attention but he keeps all of them

- he has a bookmark on instagram called 'langa' and its full of stuff that reminds reki of him or he wants to show him later

- langa and reki pair up for a presentation once and when theyre presenting they cannot stop laughing reki says um and pauses for a moment too long and langa does one of those long nose exhale laughs and it makes reki snort and then they keep messing up and barely get through it and when they walk back to their desks they shove each other while the class laughs

- langa has a really cheap purple phone case he got at walmart and rekis like dude thats so boring so he makes stickers for him to stick to it

- langa loves them but he also has this weird anxiety about putting stickers places bc he likes them and doesnt want to eventually get rid of whatever the sticker is on but reki tells him he'll make him more whenever he gets another phone so hes okay with it

- langa doesnt really fidget unless hes nervous and then he twists his fingers around but when hes sitting he rolls his right ankle a lot and his foots like always twitching really minutely

- reki carries around a hairband partly for his sisters (and eventually langa) and partly so he can fidget with it

- langa carries one around too for the same reason but one day reki forgets it during work so langa gives it to him bc he looks restless

- and langa kinda feels really bare and doesnt know what to do without it so he just rubs his wrist a lot but he doesnt mind

- reki will get up to go do smth but just sit down curled in a ball on the floor bc he gets distracted for whatever reason and after like 20 minutes of scrolling through his phone hes like wait what was i doing

- reki has a scar on his lip/chin bc he bailed really hard and hit his chin on the concrete and bit through his lip

- langas a dry ass texter when he and reki first meet bc he didnt really have anyone to text before

- but eventually he googles how to turn auto caps and everything changes

- hes actually funnier over text sometimes bc hes less restrained

- hes made a ur mom joke and then was like wait i take it back i love your mom im sorry :c

- and he points out every time reki misspells a word just to annoy him

- reki scrolling through tiktok and he randomly starts crying at a wholesome video and langas like.. you good man and rekis like look at this FRICKING tiktok dude and then langas crying too KFMSMFND

- obligatory "we make a good team" line idk the context ill think about it later but theyre gay they have to say it

- langa promised his mom hed go to the store but had to do a last minute shift at dope sketch and rekis like oh ill do it for you i already know what you get

- langa has a sweet tooth he loves candy and hot chocolate and all that stuff and reki is lowkey an enabler he always brings candy w him or has a bag in his room

- when reki laughs he wraps his arms around his stomach and hes the type to go silent when he laughs hard enough

- he'll go from standing normally to bent over to crouched down to falling and rolling on his back or side from laughing so hard

- its pretty rare but sometimes he snorts in the middle of a laugh too

- when langas laughing Really hard its loud and kind of wheezy and almost like a cackle and he covers his mouth most of the time just out of habit

- he curls up when he laughs too so he'll be laying on rekis bed or the floor and reki says smth that catches him totally off guard and he starts fucking cackling and brings his knees up to touch his forehead hitting his leg and wheezing

- langa helps reki teach chihiro and nanaka how to ride a bike and the four of them go on little bike rides together occasionally

- the twins pulling on langas pant leg until he bends down so they can whisper gibberish in his ear and the first time langa is like ??? but then he learns to just laugh and nod

- all of rekis sisters coming into rekis room while langa is there to be like :D langa :D and reki herding them out and yelling we're busy and then just flopping on his bed to continue scrolling through his phone in silence

- reki does the older sibling thing and just stands in koyomis doorway

- miya makes a meme reference that reki doesnt get and hes like god youre old and it wounds reki on a personal level

- reki has a piece of graphite just like permanently stuck in his leg bc when he was younger his friend accidently stabbed him with it and it broke off and just. stayed there

- reki gets super obsessed with one song for a week or two and he'll listen to it on loop like 10 times in a row and he learns the lyrics to them no matter the language and by proxy langa always has the stuck in his head

#this is so long already but i literally have a 21 page google doc of sk8 hcs #i miss them sm theyre so in love wtf #renga #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #sk8 reki #sk8 langa #snowear #sunset snow #lanreki #langa x reki #i seriously have so many hcs its kinda a problem #if this does well ill post more LOL #sk8 miya

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sleevesareforlosers · 3 years

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and now my headcanon questions: 1. you've probs talked about this before but in ur long term post-canon (like. snapshot of these guys as Real Adults 10+ years later ) what are vaya and vamos' average days like? 2. do u have any platonic vamos & vinyl headcanons?, and 3. do u have any val/volume/vinyl relationship headcanons? sorry those last two are so open ended I'm just thinking about them ❤️

oh!!!! okay okay okay i love these (and god. i talk so much whoops)

1. vaya ten years down the road still lives in the RadioShack (docs old station) but kind of splits nights between there and xyr girlfriend's place (blessed helen, milf, oc that @dangerdaysofficial and i share). if xes at the shack xe gets woken up by xyr cat(s) and if xes at helens they get woken up by helens kids. xe does broadcasts from the shack mostly but if theres an event happening in the zones (concert, sports game, derby, etc) then xe has a portable station in docs van and goes to them. so yeah xe mostly hangs out, does broadcasts/traffic reports when they happen (much rarer now that like. they arent at war sdkfjs), bugs val and vinyl, xe 'helps' helen in her garden by sitting around and looking pretty and spraying her with a hose when she isnt looking. vayas life postcanon is very much learning how to put down roots and be open and connected with the world around xem

vamos ten years down the road is living in the city, has like. two or three therapy appts a year bc theyve done the Real heavy lifting with like trauma/grief/codependency so now they only have to go when their SAD is acting up or like, yknow, life stresses make things tough. they i think run a like, free store yknow? and it also functions a bit as the nest did in terms of being open housing, a place for people to hang out, vamos loves people and loves helping people so living somewhere thats like, the-nest-but-not-so-destructive is really really good for them. and its very chill as well they get to sleep in and run around the city for fun and host big like. community dinners whenever they want to and ofc they go out of the zones at least once a week to visit vaya and val and vinyl. sometimes the rest of the v's (they still call themselves that but its more of an honorary thing yknow?) come in to visit but vaya is Busy still and going to the city is still kinda hard on vinyl so thats less often. which is ok! vamos does love the zones still they just went to the city to get like. therapy very soon after them n val and vinyl got back from their postcomics roadtrip and by the time theywere like. feeling stable enough to not need super frequent appts and checkups they had roots down in the city and didnt Want to leave. vamos' life postcanon is less about putting down roots and more about finding the balance between independence and community that was hard for them to get while being like. hunted for being a killjoy

2. i have a few but theyre not serious theyre just like. i like rotating them in my mind. vinyl is the only v that Actually knows how to change a lightbulb but vamos is the one that always does it bc vinyl likes to sit back and laugh while vamos climbs up on whoevers shoulders to try and fix things. vamos had been dying their hair before joining the vs ofc but vinyl was the one to suggest that they try pink. they cuddle so much!!! like vamos is already a v physically affectionate person but vinyl LOVES to curl up with them, theyll nap together on couches a lot. also as the two v's that val was most uh. lenient (? chill) with, theyll team up to tease him every now and then (moreso postcanon for obvious reasons) which sometimes looks like vamos putting on what they imagine vinyl's voice would sound like to read whatever he's written in his notebook and sometimes looks like the two of them passing notes and giggling like schoolchildren, tossing the book back and forth over vals head when he tries to grab it, etc. bastards <3 it was vinyls idea for vamos to come on the postcomics roadtrip

3. hm. not romantic hcs but friendship ones for sure!! they were the v's before vaya and vamos joined so there was i think abt two years when it was just the three of them running around, eventually moving into and kinda taking over the nest. volume and val could fight a lot and sometimes vinyl would smack a little sense into them and sometimes hed leave them to work it out but like. most of the time they Did all get along super well (crews love each other!!!) and i mean. sharing beds sharing clothes (val n volume are the same size for binders) making each other food "hey volume i stole u jewelry from the market" "oh val did you hear about the loretta show in zone three i think youd have fun, we should go" "vinyl im doing laundry do you want me to patch up your jumpsuit i know the knees are wearing through" like!!! even if they were bad at um. words and obvious shows of affection or acting like they liked each other sometimes they loved and knew each other really really well and it was obvious in the little things

#ultra vs #val velocity #volume #vinyl #vaya #vamos #theultravs

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babysizedfics · 4 years

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I need to know about doctor mama lo taking care of a sick baby Virgil if you would like pretty please. I dont wanna ask on the in character blog cuz I feel like it would be weird to ask for details and lo seems kinda busy anyway lol.

hey tumblebee!! yeah yeah lets do this, Im gonna write it so that ppl who dont follow the other blog can understand too

WARNING IF U HAVENT ALREADY BLOCKED THE TAGS ILLNESS TW AND VOMIT TW THEY ARE VERY PREVALENT IN THIS

also this is a VERY long headcanon!!

so last night vee got ill, he had been regressed in the afternoon with patton and he was acting much more fussy than usual - not being entertained by his cartoons, not having the energy to play with his rattle, pretty much constantly whining and pouting and he gets very wriggly when he's fussy

patton assumed it was because vee had been upset earlier that day. at one point vee started gripping his stomach, and patton assumed its because he was hungry and could smell the food roman was cooking

but when dinner came around no matter how hard patton tried he couldnt get vee to eat a morsel - he kept turning his head away from the food and whining. at one point patton and logan both managed to convince him to eat a spoonful but his face crumpled with a wince and it looked almost painful for him to swallow it. it was at this point logan noticed he had a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead

things fell into place quickly after that - logan checked his temperature and it was indeed slightly higher than was healthy, they noticed vee's hands were trembling and he was constantly on the verge of tears :(

while patton cleared away dinner and excused roman who wanted to go and craft in his room, logan took vee to his bedroom and tried to check for more symptoms, since vee was non verbal and unresponsive totheir questions. he tested his tummy by pushing it a little to see if the pain got worse when he released it (this is a test for appendicitis) but there was no reaction thankfully except vee being upset by logan not cuddling him. he checked his throat for any redness or infection, nothing.

vee's crying became more pronounced and eventually he was in constant tears, occassionally pleading 'mama mama' through sniffles and hiccups and whines of pain :(( Patton brought him a baby bottle of cooled tea made with fresh mint leaves since that is supposed to help stomach pains. though he left the room again since logan thought it was best not to crowd virgil. Vee's crying had dissipated but he was strangely silent and seemed almost loopy now. he only drank a little of the tea before he pushed it away with a gag.

logan immediately took him to the bathroom knowing what was coming, and sure enough vee threw up into the toilet, crying between gags. logan dutifully managed to keep vee in his lap the whole time and held his hair and rubbed his back, telling him he was such a good boy the whole time

Thankfully it didnt last long as there wasnt much in vees stomach to be emptied. he was shivering and sweating and flushed and had lost all energy. he wasnt even crying anymore, just whimpering under his breath. with a bit of a struggle logan managed to show him how to rinse his mouth out with mouthwash - though he had to hold vee over the sink and pat his back to make sure he didnt swallow it

during all of this patton wasnt able to help because of his heightened empathy, if he sees someone throwing up the likeihood is he will too and that wiuldnt be very helpful! so instead he drives to the store to pick up some medicine and ice pops - and comes back with half the store including some actual baby medicine smh - ((im actually begging u to read that linked post i think its so funny))

it was originallly meant to be logans night to put roman to bed but understandably patton took on that task instead. after roman was drifting off patton pokes his head into vee's room. he had hoped to find lo and vee asleep but they werent. they were lying in the dark with an in the night garden audio story playing on a portable speaker and with vees salt lamp and star night light lighting up the room in a soft glow.

logan offered a strained little smile and nod to patton as he stroked vee's hair and cuddled him close. vee was completely out of it honestly. his body was wholly lax against his mama, his lips were in a permanent pout and his eyes were puffy and wet. he barely even acknowledged his papa coming in, his teary eyes just settled on him for a moment then dropped back to the bedsheets without a reaction. he kept lifting his thumb up to suck on it but logan kept capturing it and apologising as he brought it away. Vee shouldnt suck on his thumb and logan doesnt want to give him a paci while he's ill. understandably, baby vee was completely miserable.

patton asks if logan thinks vee could handle a popsicle or plain crackers at the moment but logan disagrees. he doesnt expect either of them to get much sleep so he will make sure vee eats something in a few hours. with a gentle kiss on vee's forehead patton goes off to bed, confident that logan will be able to look after vee and will come get him if theres any issues

logan and vee really dont sleep much at all. Vee drifts off for a few minutes at a time then gasps awake from vivid fever dreams. logan keeps ice cubes in a bowl by the bed for vee to suck on if he needs to cool down and wraps a couple in a flannel to press to vee's head when his fever rises in the middle of the night.

around 3am logan jolts awake and realises he had drifted off. and vee isnt anywhere in the room. he panics momentarily, bolting up from the bed and dashing to the closet to see if virgil is in there - which he tends to do when he is overwhelmed - but then he hears sniffling from the bathroom.

he finds vee, no longer regressed, curled up against the side of the bathtub with his bangs clinging to his sweaty head. vee is the palest person logan knows but he looks positively grey at the moment

'can i help in any way?' he asks, aware that he doesnt need to baby talk at the moment but still eager to look after this bundle of miserableness

virgil just groans under his breath and clutches his knees to his chest. 'i.. i didnt know what to do with the..' he gestures vaguely to something on the floor

logan notices virgil, being not regressed anymore, had obviously wrestled off the diaper he had been changed into the night before and not known how to dispose of it

'its ok, ive got it' logan wraps it up in a bag and puts it in the trash can they have in the room for just this purpose

'sorry.. m stupid' virgil croaks

'You're not stupid.' logan says firmly as he washes his hands 'You're ill and probably delirious from the fever. it's alright virgil'

theres quiet for a bit longer, virge's head pressed against the porcelain edge of the bathtub likely in an attempt to cool his fever. logan stays there with him for a while just waiting. then suddenly virgil starts sobbing and buries his face in his hands.

'sweetheart, tell me whats wrong please' logan hurries to kneel beside him, lifting his hands away from his face. that wouldnt help the fever

'i dont feel well' virgil cries pathetically, tears rolling down his face.

logans heart breaks 'no, you dont. i'm sorry little one, i know its not nice'

at the nickname virgils thumb raises to his lips again, which logan hurriedly intercepts. 'i'll make you a deal, okay? you're allowed to use a pacifier, but you have to use the same one everyday until you are better. we will need to sterilise it every night too.'

vee sniffles and nods, then chokes 'm not a baby right now though'

'that doesnt matter. you dont need to be regressed to want one of your pacis, vee'

vee is unresponsive and starts scratching at his pyjama pants. logan gets a feeling he isnt saying something. then he notices virgil's pout is much more infantile than his adult ones. 'are you feeling little, baby?'

with a harsh shake of his head vee starts crying again. he whispers 'dont wanna be a b...' then cuts himself off and whimpers

logan cards his fingers through virgils damp bangs. he knows what virgils mind has jumped to. 'were you going to say you dont want to be a baby?' he lifts virgils chin up to look at him 'or that you dont want to be a burden?'

virgils pale lip wobbles 'same fing'

'no sweetheart, no no no,' logan sits on the tiles beside vee and pulls him into his lap. virgil goes willingly. logan rocks his baby as he says 'youre always always allowed to be a baby and its never ever going to upset your family. even if you're an adorable wonderful brave baby boy alllll of the time' he scribbles his finger on virgils rosy cheek and delights at the tiny smile it earns him. 'but especially when you're feeling yucky. you feel a bit yucky today dont you, little one?'

vee nods with a pout

'but yknow whats not yucky? softies and pacis and diapers and lots and lots of cuddles with mama' he holds virgil tighter to prove his point. vee sighs and drops his head to nuzzle against his mama's neck. logan feels he still has a slight fever. 'i know what might help you feel less yucky. does my sweet baby want a sweet ice pop?'

thankfully vee nods against his shoulder and grips tight onto his pyjama shirt, preparing for when logan lifts him up

he first makes sure to change vee into another diaper and even decides that he should wear one of mama's t-shirts as a light dress so he doesnt get as overheated by his pyjamas. at this point vee actually giggles for the first time pretty much all day as he feels the tshirt swish lazily around his legs. logan makes a mental note to observe whether little vee might want to try wearing dresses if the feeling sparks this much joy (at this point logan is unaware that vee has secretly been trying skirts and dresses in his room for months, and roman found out a few weeks ago, but vee isnt ready to tell the cgs yet)

by the time vee is in his diaper and mamas tshirt dress and has a paci and jiji clutched to his chest he is a lot calmer and happier. he's still very ill and exhausted and teary, but theres a tiny smile on his face instead of a pout. in the kitchen he picks a strawberry ice pop and it goes down well, logan convinces him to have a cracker too though vee is in such a young headspace by then that he is just sucking on it, which logan supposes is fine too

by the (real) morning vee is still regressed and has managed to have a couple hours undisturbed sleep. its not much but its better than nothing. logan didnt fare much better. by then vee misses his papa and asks for him and logan hands the responsibility over to papa patton, trustinf the other caregiver enough to catch up on a quick power nap himself

but yes, the main thing is vee thought being ill was a burden enough that he shouldnt be regressed too, but logan makes him see that its okay. vee is regressed pretty much the whole time he is ill over the next few days because its stressful and painful and its a lot easier to feel comforted when ur a baby

yeah! gosh that was long, theres probably a billion spelling mistakes! feel free to ask follow up Qs if i missed anything u wanted to know abt this event

#little/big concepts #illness tw #vomit tw #food mention #long post #asks #tumblebee the smol bean

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second-chance-stray · 3 years

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(Split Ends) RP Log: Cravs, Riylli, and Rising revisit Baldur in Limsa Lominsa.

Cravendy Hound - After entrusting Baldur, the ill-fated boy, to the healers based in Limsa Lominsa, the trio decided to head back to the company...at Crav's insistence, really. Every extra second spent in the maritime city was a second too much. And so, after taking the aetheryte home, we find the three on the company lawn.

Riylli Aliapoh lets out a stretch as they arrive, a bit groggy from the teleporting. "It's a shame you missed it Cravs, Rising ran in while I was castin' one of my spells and I knocked her a clean 20 fulms in the air!" She said, grinning with a bit too much pride. She then seemed to remember Rising was still there. "...By the way, you okay?"

Rising Lotus was patched up after their encounter as well, her right arm was coating in bandages, along with some other patches along the exposed skin of her body. She winced with each step, the healers picking all the needles from her form and now leaving her body to do the rest of the healer. She merely grumbled as Riylli spoke to her, putting her weight on her spear to take some of it off her leg.

Cravendy Hound: "Magic and melee don't mix, Riylli. But, er, 'ow are ye 'oldin' up, Risin'? That injury ye got looked somethin' fierce."

Riylli Aliapoh rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, taking that as a 'no'. She turned back to Cravs, deciding to ignore the issue like a mature adult. "So... Y'wanna tell us what that was all about? Why're you goin' so far to help this guy's kid?"

Rising Lotus: "...I'll be fine. Kinda a feel like layin' down." she glanced at Riylli, nodding afterwards "Aye. I'm curious 'bout that too."

Cravendy Hound: "I'm still confused 'ow a cactaur of all things made it to La Noscea. Could be a freak accident, but somethin' about it doesn't sit right with me." She sighs in thought, brow knitted and bothered. "....Ah. Uh. I guess I owe ye all an explanation."

Riylli Aliapoh plopped herself down on the step, ready for a story

Cravendy Hound: "Oi, get up! I-I'm not gonna bore ye with all the details," Cravs stammers. "Look. I made a promise to the kid's father. 'is dyin' wish was to see his son grow strong, with his own strength."

Riylli Aliapoh tilted her head. "...Y'know... It aint really his own strength if we had to step in to help... You sure you should be meddlin' like this? I mean, it was just a little cactus thing"

Rising Lotus "...Someone might not want that. I remember the merchant mentionin' somethin' 'bout some folk not carin' for him or his family or somethin'." she shrugs, wincing in pain afterwards "...also cactuar are from Thanalan, don't know how one would of gotten there."

Cravendy Hound nods to Riylli. "I agree, and originally, I just wanted to see if 'e was doin' okay. But this cactaur business...I think someone /else/ is meddlin' with 'im. And if we meddle to remove the meddler, then it'll cancel out, right?"

Riylli Aliapoh 's ears perked up in interest. "Y'mean someone left that cactus out there to take the kid out? Who exactly was this kid's sire? Why's he got so many enemies that would go so far as to try and kill his kid after he's already gone?"

Cravendy Hound shifts in place, heat under the collar. Unusually, she speaks slowly and thoughtfully, as if the wrong word could set off a mine. "Kid's father was a pirate captain, but one with...'onor, I suppose. Steal from the rich, give to the poor. Which lead 'im to rob from the same, powerful set of targets."

Cravendy Hound: "If ye got raided by Captain Thorne, ye didn't -just- lose yer shite. It was a kind of...a mark. A blow to yer pride, and that didn't sit well the rich."

Riylli Aliapoh thinks about this for a moment. "...So if we know who the targets are, why don't we just hop over an' kick their teeth in? Bet that'd gettem to stop messin' with the kid!"

Rising Lotus huffs, closing her eyes tightly for a few moments before glaring at Cravs. "...So what's gonna happen when these powerful targets learn we're helpin' the kid? Last thing I need is to be marked like the boy, or if they learn we work for Heartwood an' create problems for the others."

Cravendy Hound: "That's step one. Gotta find who's still got it out for the kid, out of a handful of options." She then turns to Rising. "As long as we don't do anythin' illegal we should be alright. And we can threaten to expose 'ow they torment a kid to keep them from doin' anything to us."

Cravendy Hound: "Nothin' illegal, alright? That means even if they're an ass, we can't just kick their teeth in." Cravs lectures to Riylli.

Riylli Aliapoh frowned. "It aint illegal if they're a bad guy! And ain’t kickin' teeth in how pirates settle their differences anyroad?"

Rising Lotus tried to give Cravs a skeptical look, but just ended up grimacing from the shift of posture, then just looked exhausted. "That ain't how it work if you're rich. Can get away with anythin'."

Cravendy Hound: "That's not 'ow the law works! And while that may be 'ow we settle problems on water, on land...under the Admiral's stink eye, we'd probably cause more trouble doin' that."

Cravendy Hound: "The rich still 'ave their pride. I'm thinkin' if word got out that the bugger pesters a goddamn child for 'is late father's legacy, it'd be enough to twist their arm."

Riylli Aliapoh looked to Rising, then to Cravs, and then up to the sky as she let out an exasperated sigh. "...Y'see? This is exactly why we Miqo'te got our own rules..." She grumbled, before finally looking back down. "Fine! We'll do it your way! But if any of 'em tries to swing at me it's fair game, yeah?"

Rising Lotus grumbled, pretty much done with the day. "Well in the case it does go tits up, we can handle ourselves much better than that boy I 'spose."

Cravendy Hound nods. What an exhausting day. "...well. Ye look like ye could use two days worth of sleep, Risin'. That's all I 'ad to say."

Riylli Aliapoh hops to her feet and dusts off her pants. "Alright! Just gimme a shout whenever you get a lead or whatever. Always happy to lend my skills to a good cause!" She flashes Cravs a grin, and very pointedly tries not to look over to the wounded Rising

Rising Lotus "...Aye. You know how to reach us. Though we ought to expect somethin' worse than a cactuar next time." she sighed and started making her way toward the door.

(Cravendy Hound) seems a good place to timeskip to next scene? any last posts and then :P )) (Rising Lotus) I'm good!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Timeskip ready! (Cravendy Hound) AAAHH that outfit!!! )) (Cravendy Hound) the blade harness xD )) (Rising Lotus) Oh yeah I don't think you've seen her in it yet!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (No fair, its so hard to get glams for Riylli ;-; (Cravendy Hound) it looks extremely good )) (Cravendy Hound) *timeskips in same outfit* xD )) (Cravendy Hound) HERE we can at least start in the company so it doesn't feel like, literally seconds after xD )) (Rising Lotus) Guess we'll have to have a fashion montage for Riylli at some point)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Yknow what, its totally canon that RIylli only has one set of clothes (Cravendy Hound) ahahaha )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Oh, I DO actually have a glamour change! (Rising Lotus) so pick out something new then we can figure out how she got it!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (alakazam (Rising Lotus) mask (Cravendy Hound) fjkdslf just the gloves?! )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Theyre bandages ^o^ Shes been practicing the fire spell! (Rising Lotus) Damn I thought you were just going to throw that mask on xD))

Cravendy Hound - A week later, Cravs has reached out to Riylli and Rising for company (or maybe help?) again. It's related to the business in Limsa Lominsa, and she's wearing her disguise dress again. Oh boy.

Rising Lotus was eyeing the bandages wrapped around Riylli's hands. "...How's that fire spell going?"

Riylli Aliapoh grins to Rising. "It's goin' well! I got the basic formula down, just gotta work on intensity and duration!" She beams proudly, giving Rising a bandaged thumbs up.

Cravendy Hound: "That...looks painful."

Riylli Aliapoh gives a mock bow. "You gotta suffer for art y'know"

Rising Lotus couldn't help but smirk at Riylli's enthusiasm. "...We'll get it down before you touch anythin' we fish up..or the lava." she turned her attention to Cravs, holding back a snicker at seeing her dolled up again. "You find out more 'bout the boy then?"

Cravendy Hound: "Seems ye got some more sufferin' to do then," Cravs notes in a bright tone.

Cravendy Hound: "Right, the Baldur business - I narrowed it down to a couple of names. But that's as far as I can go gatherin' information out 'ere. Thought it'd be more efficient to ask the kid 'imself. Which means." Cravs gestures to her outfit. "I'll need some escorts to talk for me once we're in Limsa again."

Riylli Aliapoh was clearly enjoying the attention, but quieted down to let Cravs speak. "Why not just talk to the kid as Cravs? If he's lost his sire, it... might be nice for him to know he's still got people close to him out there..."

Rising Lotus "Hmm...'spose maybe she doesn't want him to turn her in for the gil? If he really needs to be supportin' him an' his mom anyway." she shrugged. "Doesn't look like the type to sell out someone who's helpin' him though."

Cravendy Hound went as white as a sheet at the suggestion. "A-ah, that's...Uhh, we've got, um. A misunderstandin' between us. If 'e knew it was me, 'e'd flip out for sure. Trust me, it's easier this way." Cravs clears her throat and then hurries out before Riylli or Rising can ask further.

Cravendy Hound - The trip over is pretty awkward. If the subject was brought up again, Cravs would simply pick up the pace and pretend not to hear. And, once the trio were in Limsa, her lips were sealed, clarification frustratingly out of reach. That said, she was definitely walking somewhere with purpose.

Rising Lotus gave up askin' fairly quick, she knew she wouldn't get anywhere at the moment. She'd pry it out of her later though, one way or another. "So... you know what he'll be up to today? Or you jus' hopin' we run into him?"

Riylli Aliapoh wouldn't bring it up again, at the very least smart enough to see Cravs didn't want to talk about it. Instead, she would offer fun facts of things she had learned so far in her research. "...So, did you guys know that a forge runs hotter than lava?"

Cravendy Hound mimes holding something heavy and swinging it around. And to Riylli's fact, she gives the miqo'te a doubting look. Really?

Riylli Aliapoh nods. "Yeah! Turns out lava is only like... half as hot as your average blacksmith forge! It aint even hot enough to melt iron! Makes my job easier, but it's kinda disappointin' y'know?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Thank you for subscribing to Lava Facts)

Cravendy Hound desperately wants to ask if that's how Riylli has been testing her fire shield spell - by dunking her hands in a forge. Cravs moves her hands around as if dipping them in something.

Riylli Aliapoh tilts her head, unable to figure out the mimicry. "Can't you like... at least whisper or somethin' when were alone? Surely they don't got ears everywhere?"

Cravendy Hound looks around and finds it acceptably empty. "Did ye dunk yer 'ands in the forge to test yer spell?!" She whisper-yells.

Rising Lotus narrowed her eyes at Cravs "...So he's... carrying somethin'.. then puttin' it in the oven?" she seemed to be combining the conversations. Then Cravs actually spoke. "Oohh you're talkin' 'bout that. I hope you didn't do that, use a fire or somethin' first Riylli."

Riylli Aliapoh blinks at her. "What? You crazy? What if the spell failed?" She said, shaking her head. "Nah, I've been usin' a campfire! Got a problem with the magic runnin' out too fast though..." She muttered, rubbing her poor cooked hands

Cravendy Hound stifles back laughter, and pats Riylli on the back. There there.

Rising Lotus: "I can get ya some cream for that. Know a gobbie that makes some quality stuff. Don't worry it works too, used it after gettin' a nasty burn from some giant bug sparyin' me with gunk."

Riylli Aliapoh grumbles and glares up at Cravs at the treatment, but lets it slide since she couldn't tell if it was meant to be mocking or not. "...That'd be great, thanks. I don't gotta pay for it, right?"

Cravendy Hound: "Bug....gunk? Bug gunk...That sounds. Hm." Cravs raises a brow at Rising but doesn't say more.

Rising Lotus "Well I ought to considerin' how you made me a pin cushion on our last outin' together." she snickered a bit, the first time she cracked a joke about it. "But nah, he owes me one anyhow. Next time I'm up there I'll grab ya some." she gave Riylli a firm pat on the back.

Riylli Aliapoh grumbled again, but couldn't really argue back. "...Thanks." She muttered, not exactly enthused about all this back-patting she was receiving

Cravendy Hound had earlier given Rising a notepad with names written in it. One of them, hopefully, belonged to the person who was harassing the kid. Her heels clicking on the docks, Cravs would eventually lead the little crew to a dusty corner of Limsa where the kid (B) was presently practicing his form with the ax.

Cravendy Hound - The heavy ax is far too big for the kid. Every swing pulls him comically forward with the weapon. He stops his 'practice' and looks up at the approaching trio with a wide smile. "I remember you two! You helped me with that monster the other day."

(Cravendy Hound) more back pats )) (Cravendy Hound) i demand more )) (Rising Lotus) I feel like Riylli and Rising would have back pats that would eventually devolve into a hitting contest)) (Cravendy Hound) actually cravs and rising would have to squat down to pat Riylli's back ahah - otherwise it'd be a head pat )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Cravs and Rising know it's too dangerous to headpat Riylli, they'd probably get bit (Cravendy Hound) sometimes my tall friends would use my head as an arm rest.....annoyed me, and yet I can see Cravs doing that to Riylli lmao )) (Rising Lotus) I've done that to my shorter friends before xD))

Riylli Aliapoh perked up as she got recognized by the kid, offering him a friendly wave. "Hey! How are you holdin' up after all them needles?"

Rising Lotus watches the boy fling himself with his strikes, smirking with every swing. "Aye that was us." she eyed up his weapon for a few moments. "You ought to get somethin' a bit lighter by the way, gonna leave yourself open if you take too long liftin' your weapon."

Cravendy Hound - The kid bashfully itches the tip of his nose. "I'm doing fine, thanks to you all...Woke up on the softest bed I've ever been on in my life, healing expenses all covered." Baldur's eyes drift over to Cravs, and then back to Riylli and Rising. "Oh, I plan to! I'm just using this old thing because it was the only thing I could afford. Once I earn enough, I'll buy a better one...after everything else, haha."

Cravendy Hound turns away, avoiding eye contact. It's overkill given that she's wearing a mask.

Rising Lotus eyed Cravendy, she had to pay for the needle removal out of her pocket. "...well I'm sure them healers were excited for the chance to de-needle someone. Don't see many cactuar over here after all, bit strange." she nodded as he brought up upgrading his armor and weapon. "A good set of armor is jus' as important as a good weapon, smart thinkin'."

Riylli Aliapoh nudged Rising with her foot to try and bring her back to the task at hand, snatching the list out of her hands. "Hey, so... Were kinda lookin' into something, think you might be able to help us out? You know any of the names on this list?"

Cravendy Hound - Baldur nods enthusiastically, dreads bouncing on top of his head. Admiration for Rising and Riylli is practically gushing from every inch of the kid. "So that was a cactaur? I've never seen one before."

Cravendy Hound - Baldur snaps into attention. "Oh, right away! I'd be thrilled to help you two out. Let's see..." He takes the list and scans it. "Only this last one. Mindred Rot. She's who I go to if I need a loan."

Rising Lotus "Aye, I grew up 'round them, used to hit them with sticks then ru-" she glanced at Riylli as she bumped her and had the list snatched away.

(Cravendy Hound) dfsd hit them with sticks and run???? chaos child )) (Rising Lotus) She didn (Rising Lotus) didn't have toys or anything xD Played with bugs and lizards and cactuars))

Riylli Aliapoh raised her eyebrow at the name. "...'Mindred Rot'? Well that's a bad guy name if I've ever heard one." She said, nodding along until she remembered Cravs' full name. "Er... Right, anyroad, what's she like? If she lends you money she can't be that bad, right?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Poor riylli about to learn the horrors of capitalism)

Cravendy Hound - Baldur smiles as he hands the list back to Riylli. "Oh, yeah, her name's pretty rotten. But in some ways...she looks after me. No one else'll give my family loans."

Rising Lotus "You need to get out of the woods more..." she shook her head at Riylli's comment. She hummed at Baldur's words about the woman. "Hmm, how generous of her."

Riylli Aliapoh wrinkled her nose. "Honestly I'd rather get out of the woods less... How in the world do you lot handle that salt in the air?"

Cravendy Hound - Baldur's gaze wanders to Rising's axe, and then to Riylli's staff. "So, you two must be adventurers, huh? You think you could teach me a thing or two? Punch better, smarter, harder? Oh, and! I didn't mean to be rude." He turns to Cravs. "Who's your friend?"

Rising Lotus Grinned, giving him a nod. "Aye! Do a lot of guard an' merc work. Takin' me all over, mostly back an' forth between Idyllshire an' places though. This one is still gettin' her footin' for it though." she snickered a bit as she eyed Riylli. "Oh, an' that's Singin' Gull. She's uh...a great singer an' has to save her voice most the time. We're guardin' her on her...singing journey?"

Riylli Aliapoh puffed her chest out. "Yup! Name's Riylli, Warrior of Earth!" she declared proudly, possibly forgetting Cravs and Rising were in earshot. "I'm a master of earth magic, but I'm sure I could give you some tips! Oh, and this is..." She trails off, staring at Cravs as her mind blanks on what her alias was. Thankfully Rising was there to have her back, though the Roegadyn still earned herself a glare from her little comment

Cravendy Hound 's frown twitches slightly. Singing Gull the Singer. Really? But she goes along with it anyway.

Cravendy Hound - Baldur's mouth forms an 'o' in awe. "Idyllshire? Never even heard of the place. Sounds cool though...And magic? How would I even start?" He turns back for a second to rest his rusty axe against a crate, and then hops right back into the conversation. "Like, just think really hard and magic happens? Hrrrghhhh.."

Riylli Aliapoh shook her head at the kid. "Nah, it aint that simple. It's more like... Y'know how you can move your fingers with your mind? You basically do that, but you move your aether about instead, and get THAT aether to move the aether OUTSIDE of you, and... Honestly I might not remember all the lessons, it's kinda just a reflex at this point. But you shouldn't be wastin' your talents on magic anyroad! You're a highlander right? You're gonna have plenty of muscle when you grow up, you should use-

Riylli Aliapoh -that instead!"

Rising Lotus could talk for hours about Idyllshire, but she resisted and tried to steer the conversation back on topic, which of course meant giving Riylli a light smack to the arm to get her to focus up. "Anyway, you know were we could find this Rot lady? Gull here is lookin' for gil for her next performance an' were hopin' to find some donations."

Cravendy Hound - Baldur is trying so hard to follow Riylli's explanation, but it leaves the poor kid's brain all tangled. "Huh, what? Huh? Uhh, oh, you want to meet Miss Rot? She's usually really busy so I have to schedule in advance. But I can ask if she's free to meet you all next time."

Riylli Aliapoh sighs. "Y'mean we gotta come all the way out here again..? Fine, I guess... Not like we can just go kick the doors down and demand to talk to her after all..." She muttered, offering a small glare to Cravs out of the corner of her eye

Rising Lotus cleared her throat, glaring at Riylli as she glared at Cravs "We'd appreciate that, jus' say that..uh..an up an' comin' singer is lookin' for fundin'. " she gave Baldur a nod, hoping that selling Cravs like that would make her the perfect target for a loan shark.

Cravendy Hound looks similarly annoyed, but shakes her head no to Riylli. It's not like they could go in there with wild accusations anyway - seemed worth strategizing over first.

Cravendy Hound - With the night fast approaching, Cravs motions with her hand to signal her intention to head home. Without bothering to wave goodbye to Baldur, she walks on ahead.

Rising Lotus watches Crav hurry away. "Uh sorry..." she put her hand to her mouth to muffle her words "Sort of a diva that one. Good luck out there lad!" she gave him a thumbs up before hurrying after 'Singing Gull'.

Riylli Aliapoh sighed once for not being allowed to rampage mindlessly, then once more as Cravs walked away without saying bye to the kid. She offers Baldur a wave. "You keep practicin' okay? We'll come by and see you again later, and maybe I'll share some of my adventurin' secrets with you!"

Cravendy Hound is a good distance ahead. As she passes by a stranger, there's some kind of odd collision that ends up tripping Cravs. Her mask drops off and rolls a few ilms forward as the stranger awkwardly, but quickly, makes their escape without even a sorry.

Cravendy Hound scrambles to recover the headware and fasten it back on. By the time Riylli and Rising have caught up, she's still kneeled over on the floor, troubled.

Riylli Aliapoh pretty much has to run to keep up with Cravs' long-legged walking, blinking in confusion as she notices her state. "H-Hey, you alright?"

Rising Lotus hurries to catch up to Cravs, quickly stepping in front of her to shield her face as she glanced around. "Aye..did you know that man or somethin'?"

Cravendy Hound: "I'm fine. Rattled is all." She whispers as she wobbles back up and takes a deep breath. ".....no, I didn't recognize them."

Rising Lotus looked around at the few bystanders eyeing the scene. "Maybe it'd be best to get out of here...before there's a chance to cause more of a scene." she said the last part in a whisper. Last thing they needed was the yellow jackets upon them.

Riylli Aliapoh raises her arm up seemingly to try to comfort her, only to hesitate and lower it back down. "...Let's talk outside of the city, all this salt is starting to make me sick..." She says, awkwardly attempting to give Cravs an out

Cravendy Hound: "...Right. No point in worrying about it now. Let's just get out of 'ere." She mutters.

#ff14 rp logs #Split Ends #riylli aliapoh #rising lotus #Cravendy Hound #*rubs hands together*#slowly but surely all of my disaster dominos are lining up

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lollytea · 4 years

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Is there any more Huelet headcanons? Or just how other characters see them?

im gonna make another real big huelet post when im in the mood so. stay tuned? for now i’ll just talk about how their respective families react to their kid’s crush/eventual partner.

i imagine violet is just. extremely likeable to adults. shes just so polite and wellspoken and she brings homemade pies whenever she shows up. this is definitely the kind of stuff that wins donald over. i can imagine him calling vi “such a nice girl.” also hes just extremely excited about this development because huey is growing up so fast, thats his baby boy. don snaps a lot of pictures and still tries to be discreetly involved even when huey tells him to maybe give them some space.

scrooge LOVES violet. not cuz shes polite or anything like that but cuz shes can FIGHT! like she was part of his army against the moonvaders when she was like 10-11, of course she’s got his approval. he feels like their relationship is a bit boring, could use some spice. but ah, its alright. whatever makes the lad happy. at the very least huey has stuck with the one girl so scrooge has no problems remembering her name. (AS OPPOSED TO HIS BASTARD BROTHERS WHO HAVE A NEW DATE EVERY FEW WEEKS AND HE IS TOO FUCKIN OLD FOR THIS HE CANT KEEP UP WITH THIS SHIT)

i dont think della would dislike violet at all as she IS a really good match for her son. but she wouldnt be as easily won over as the rest of the family. first of all, della missed most of her boys growing up so the fact that theyre already starting to date makes her a little uneasy. it just feels so soon, theyre just kids. and secondly, no matter how nice violet seems, della hasnt known her long enough to determine for certain if she would hurt huey or not. so she’s nice to the girl but remains apprehensive. huey has begged her not to be embarrassing so shes doing her best not to. tho she does have a lot of one-on-one chats with violet, who gets more of an “interrogation” vibe from them. but once they actually do start dating, della has to admit that they are very sweet.

dewey and louie love to tease their brother of course. huey developed a crush on her around the time when they were still young enough to find romance a hilarious and dumb concept. dewey is definitely louder and more obnoxious about it while louie mostly uses smug looks and snide comments. but theyve known violet a few years now so yeah, they like her. she kinda unsettles them sometimes with her occasionally morbid sense of humor and she likes to mess with them in her more mischievous moments. but they cant really tease her like they tease huey cuz theyre kinda afraid to.

webby has never been more EXCITED in her life. violet told her about her interest in huey and she nearly hit the fuckin roof. thats her BEST FRIEND and her BROTHER and she LOVES THEM BOTH SO MUCH. OH MY GOD HER BEST FRIEND VIOLET COULD POSSIBLY MARRY INTO CLAN MCDUCK HOLY SHIT DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS??? VIOLET COULD BE ON HER FAMILY TREE BOARD

launchpad ABSOLUTELY gives them both dating advice. he gives dating advice to anybody who asks. and hes very good at it. in fact, hes probably the person most sensitive to the two kids and not getting too much in their business like everyone else. i like to believe that he drives them to dates sometimes. huey asks for him personally cuz he usually stays out of the way and doesnt pry much. that, and violet loves launchpad

we dont know a whole lot about tyrian and indigo but they seem like such sweethearts from the little we have seen of them. they’d like huey, i think. they remember his actions at the woodchuck challenge years ago and find him capable, honorable and sweet. and hes been violet’s friend for years now, of course she would know to pick a good boyfriend. whatever makes their baby happy yknow

lena would be extremely protective i think. from what we’ve seen in the show, she has no problem chewing out the boys when she feels they’ve mistreated her webby. so im pretty sure she’d be kinda defensive when huey and violet start getting closer. thats her little sister who she would kill for. but at the same time, she knows huey. she knows hes relatively harmless. no upper body strength at all, pathetic! violet could kick his ass. but still, it takes her a while to decide if huey would treat her sister properly. for the time being, she likes to mildly bully him whenever he’s around. she has not stopped calling him a clown since the woodchuck challenge

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onepunchmiss · 5 years

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OPM s2e12 Live Blog

“The Wiping of the Disciple’s Butt”

The season finale. I’m nauseous. Lets begin.

As always, I’m watching from the perspective of someone who has read the manga and webcomic.

Right where we left off. Again I love the music. I’m just like, really calm right now actually. hhhhhhhhhhhokay. OOF oh god all the crunching sound effects oh no, this is already so weird watching Garou get his ass handed to him since he’s pretty much curb stomped every other hero in battle thus far, or at the VERY LEAST avoided taking so many hits. This. is so uncomfortable to watch. WOAH ????? THESE SHOTS WERE ONLY THERE FOR A SPLIT SECOND BUT??? HOLY SHIT???

GAROU’S HAIR OH MY GOD

Oh god oh god Bang is relentless this hurts please stop guys GUYS PLZ HAS NO ONE REALISED THAT NOT ONE HERO HAS DIED CMON PLZ IT HURTS calm down stop trying to kill him plsplspls OH

THIS

IS WHY

WE STAN GAROU

HE SAYS FUCK DEATH HOW ABOUT I JUST GET STRONGER INSTEAD QUE EPIC THEME MUSIC

oh god damnit him legit running on all fours right there just looks goofy tho F “preposterous style” Bang you aint lying asdfghjkl really though OH MY GOD EVERYONE IS DRAWN SO BEAUTIFULLY THIS IS SO BLESSED

WAIT

NO OPENING THEME???????????????????? WHAT?????????????????????? WHY????????????????????????? ONE, I WANTED TO SEE THE CHIBI OF THE WEEK AND 2

I WASNT PREPARED FOR MY FAVORITE DOPEY BIRD MAN THE FUCK PHOENIXMAN PLS NO ILY I know people hate him a lot but I just really dig how he feels like a fleshed out character compared to most other monsters, like he’s legit lookit him being all smart and stuff plz I just,,,,,,,,,,,, want to hug dumb fluffy birb ;-;

Woah again I’m being blown away by the animation??? Garou getting smacked around is really fluid and this just looks really cool in general?????

FUCK I CANT DO FLASHBACKS MAN JUST HEARING THE KID VOICE MAKED MY STOMACH LURCH OH NO

OH NO I SCREAM OH NO I CANT OH NO GIMME 5 MINUTES PLEASE I CANNOT BBY NO I FORGOT ADULT GAROU IS IN THE FLASHBACK WATCHING THIS TIME PLS NO

LIKE???????? I got kinda a comedic vibe watching him comment on it in the manga but the slow music and shit is just FUKKIN ME UP RIGHT NOW I HATE IT THANKS IT HURTS

oh god his face he has the seething thousand mile stare of quiet rage and its burning a hole STRAIGHT THROUGH MY ENTIRE BEING “But me I was the loner kid. Always gloomy and without friends” STOP. YOU STOP THAT RIGHT THIS INSTANT. IM CRYING AT U RIGHT NOW STOP

NO DONT HOLD HIM LET HIM GO S T O P OR SO HELP ME i can’t watch this what the fuck “I was always the loser” SHIT this legitimately hurts me “I dont want to be the monster anymore” GArou hey did you hear that part?? hEY GAROU DID YOU HEAR YOURSELF THERE???

WHAT DID I SAY WHAT THE F DID I JUST SAY STOP HOLDING HIM STOP STOPPIT THE HELL MAN What if……….. I just go BACK IN TIME AND ADOPT BB GAROU CAN I DO THAT IS THIS POSSIBLE IS THIS ALLOWED ? ?? ?

oh my god it keeps getting worse. I mean. I already knew garou was being disproportionately reprimanded for what he supposedly did, but watching this scene just fucking kicked me in the teeth. As if my stomach wasn’t already in knots. The fuck . why does this hurt so much more watching than reading the frustration in seeping into me ffffff.

This looks really cool but, i can barely focus on that because im pretty much being exsanguinated on the floor over here by this whole sequence look at him crying. do it for me cause I sure as hell can’t

“I want to strike a blow for the little guy”

Fukkin GETTEM GO GETTEM

HOLY SHIT HIS VA IS GOING T F OFF

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH LOOKIT HIM ILY SO MUCH SAVE THE DAY BIRB SAVE

ASDFGHJKL THIS IS SO INTENSE EVERYONE IS SO INTENSE I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS BUT HOLY SHIT FUCK IM SCREAMING GAROU IS SCREAMING BANG AND BOMB SCREAMING GENOS AND EVEN PHOENIXMAN EVEN THE MUSIC IS SCREAM WE ALL JUST SC R E M

OH MY GOD AND THE LITTLE HEAD NOT GENOS AND BANG GIVE EACHOTHER SAVING THE HEROES OH MY GOD OH FUCK AND THE WAY THEY ANIMATE BANG JUMPING AROUND IS DOPE AS HELL AND ALSO HOLY SHIT ELDER CENTIPEDE I MISSED THE UNSETTLING SMOOTH CG LIKE ANIMATION FOR THE CENTIPEDES EVERY CELL IN MY BODY IS JUST SCREAMING RN I AM OVERLOAD HELP

Garou flailing in the air in Phoenixman’s grip is … really adorable oh my god. “It’s your fault for not finishing them” ooooooo that shut him up didn’t it oof. Also nice cameo by Tatsumaki there

ASDFGHJKL THE MUSIC AGAIN I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM LOOK AT THEM OH MY GOD

THIS IS SO BAD ASS

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS SO BADASS

Genos’s eye static, The brother’s fists swirling, THE FUKKIN CARAPACE SHATTERING

THIS FIGHT IS SO WILD MY COMPUTER CANT EVEN TAKE IT. ITS GLITCHING AND FREEZING UP HOLY SHIT

oh god ok the face coming out of the face was pure nightmare fuel alright then

WAIT

I FORGOT GENOS IS A SELF SACRIFICING DUMBASS. NO IM NOT READY GENOS YOU DOOF LISTEN TO KUSENO LISTEN TO HIM

oh no

im crying oh no

this animation is beautiful first of all and the music like im just here this is where I’m at and I’m crying oh no

He’s an angel. A literal angel. Look at that and tell me he doesn’t look like a fucking angel in the sky with the rays of light casting shadows around him.

Genos you are too good and pure for this world but that DOESNT MEAN TRY TO GET YOURSELF KILLED

Shit they really made it look like he was gonna self destruct there for a second which MADE HIS LAST STAND EVEN MORE INTENSE OH MY GOD SWEETHEART Y’all ever get into a show because you keep seeing one character that catches your interest, and you keep seeing them pop up on your dash or wherever until you finally decide ‘well fuckit, this is the asshole that’s gonna get me to finally watch the show’, cause you’re already invested in them anyway? Genos did that for me with OPM. If this fool didn’t exist Who knows how long it would’ve taken me to get to watching OPM, if ever. And shit like this is why I STILL love him. I usually move on to new faves 90% of the time but nope. Genos earned his spot and is keeping it. Look at this insane shit. My heart. Uhg

Enough gushing asdfghjkl ok but Genos, you just went INTO THE DAMNED THING’s STOMACH,,,,, and you’re SURPRISED that there’s STOMACH ACID?? But real talk. What the EVERLONG FUCK is that thing’s insides made out of? How did it NOT DIE. the FuCK

asdfghjkl Phoenixman’s chuckle???? I love

Oh Bang no, this is wrenching my heart like I know that he doesn’t actually use his power but its built up so intensely like,,, would he be ok if he did??? and actually more concerningly since it even WAS brought up that he has some hidden true strength, will we EVER get to see that??? Oh Shit well when they word it as “All the power left to me in this life” then yeah, that seems pretty life or death ish???? THE FUCK

Oh thank god comedic relief is here I feel like i’m about to have a heart attack my chest is so tight hhhhhh ok breathe WAIT THIS ISNT COMEDIC THIS IS BADASS AS HELL JEEZUS witht he flashbacks to the Saitama encounter and THIS LOOK

The Anime is really fucking with the audience huh??? Making it look like KIngs about to throw hands like???????????? OH SHIT AND THIS MUSIC IS DOPE AS HELL TOO IM JUST laughing I have so much excessive energy right now???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHZAHAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFGHJKLJHGFDSWERTGYHUIUJHGFDFGHJKJHGFRE THE FUKKIN SONG THEY BROUGHT IT BACK THE ULTIMATE SONG I GOT THREE NOTES IN JUST THREE NOTES AND I KNOW IM SCREAMING I GOTTA GO RUN BRB

IM STILL SCREAMING FADFJSAGFJDSLKAHVFSKLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OUR MAIN MAN THERE HE IS THERE HE IS IM GONNA THROW UP

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OH MY FUCK THATS WHAT THE OPENING SEQUENCE EXPLOSION WAS FROM OH GOD OH FUCK BEAUTIFUL THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OH FUCK OH GOD

The REPRISE oh no oh NO OH NO OH NO NO ITS NOT OVER im not ready its not I cant no no no i dont want to press play cause if I press play it will end soon no no no Oh my god and at the end there isnt gonna be a title card for the next episode because THERE IS NO NEXT EPISODE no non o nonononon on on on ono no no no

HEY IVE BEEN RIPPED OFF. WHERES THE FACE WITH HIS HAIR BLOWN BACK??? ASDFJKL fine I cant even be mad everything else was tooo ofdbghjfshkggfhsjgbfhjka

KING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT REACTION ASDFGHJKL W H A T

WAIT THEY ARE DOING THE OPENING THEME AT THE END NO I CANT HANDLE SEEING EVERYOONE NOW OF ALL TIMES GOD DAMNIT WHY ok yknow what. I knew it would be king. I dont know how but i did

Wha

fkin cliffhanger no please no

I.. I’m kind of at a loss for words. I’m. That’s it, huh? It’s really over. It doesn’t FEEL over. There’s so much unfinished business. Well, the only way to really neatly wrap everything up as neatly as S1 did would have been to get ALL THE WAY through the Garou arc, which obviously wasn’t going to happen, but this is not a great spot to leave off if we’re going to endure another few years hiatus. My hope is that, with biweekley manga updates, we should wrap up the Monster Association/Garou stuff (assuming it doesn’t diverge from the web comic too much) some time next year, and I’m HOPING that s3 is already being planned accordingly along side manga publications. So MAYBE it will at least be announced around that time 2020. That’s my wishful thinking at least. I don’t think I can survive 3 years. anyway

You could really tell JC Staff poured their hearts and souls into these last 2 episodes. Absolutely gorgeous, paced well, so completely satisfying and making every second of s2 worth while. For me, at least. I’ve already seen people still complaining and I’m just sorry they didn’t have as much fun as I did.

Seriously, thank each and every one of you guys. This has been a wild ride, I’ve barely had this blog a few weeks before season 2 started airing (and honestly just got into opm maybe a month before that?), so I owe a lot of the success on the blog to the anime I bet. This was the first series I’ve never tried live bogging, and I honestly can’t believe that they were as popular as they were? Especially since I never have any idea what I’m doing but yall listen to me ramble anyway?? Yall are crazy thank you so so so much. Now my tuesdays are gonna feel really empty… next week is gonna be weird as hell. Though I’m gonna get mad nostalgic good vibes rewatching this season in the future in no small part from sharing my experience with everyone who's stuck around. I can’t say see yall next week this time, but, see you next season whenever it may be for sure.

#live blogging #one punch man #opm #season 2 #finale #spoilers #garou #Saitama #genos #bang #bomb #phoenixman #anime #king #long post #im so sad right now oh my god #opmiss mumbling #s2e12

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unproduciblesmackdown · 5 years

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oh the other day there was this quote “conversations they Thought they were having behind my back” and i was like oh lmao what a mood, Oh the scores and scores of remarks i’ve been aware of that ppl thought i wasn’t....funnily enough sometimes it counts even in terms of things people say to your face, ugh, like, yknow when they make some Joke or say something kind of sarcastically or Sure Jan-ly and you can tell they don’t think you can pick up on it. a joy always

like every other day of my life i think of the stretch of time i was living that Working Homeless life and at the ends of my shifts i’d use my employee discount to get probably my one meal of the day and take it to the corner and sit quietly on my phone so i could use the wifi to talk to buddies & generally taking up one cubic yard of existence, for some reason one or two coworkers would come up with this running joke to be like “you’re still here? go home” lmao and im like, well what would i say to that anyways? mind your own business is what i should have said lol but like. they werent even necessarily trying to be outright Mean but it was still like, the vibe that b/c they didnt think i would Get a joke at my expense just cuz i didnt respond, the Amusement of subtly picking on the weird kid or whatever, etc. and i’d be like well i am getting my calories up so im not fatigued tomorrow and engaging with the outside world the one way i really can and im putting off going outside a little longer because its winter.....not like i can be like “cant go home b/c i dont have that” b/c i didnt know it wouldntve gotten me fired and i wasnt like, embarrassed, but i know v well plenty of people would suddenly take the bar exam and get judgy and i was already dealing with enough weird lowkey contempt from randos, thanks. my only friends were The Other Gays and a couple managers who both transferred and a handful of other people and then on the other end of the spectrum you had the sorts of people like the one who said “wow can’t believe you let him do that” when i was sexually assaulted like 10 min before my shift started so i was all pissed off and stressed when i came in and later called me an idiot like several times way too seriously while i was taking a minute to reverse engineer the entire ice dispensing chute without being able to see what i was doing, or the guy who was weirdly an ass to like, everyone always, who “””accidentally””” called me the wrong name after seeing my legal name One Time months and months into everyone knowing me by my actual name.......i had Such a weird time, jobs are so unnecessarily shitty sometimes with like, none of it hinging on what you actually do.......the piece de resistance was the new gm pulling some real shit with me once and i shouldve walked out right then especially since i had to quit like 3 weeks later lol, i never quit a job rudely enough. always shouldve inconvenienced them even harder one last time. oh man and that one time the gm pulled some extra shit with me was im fairly sure the same day or very close to it when i had like almost $80 in pay they forgot to give me b/c i was the only person doing deliveries for the last like 3 hrs and i even worked up the nerve like a week later to be like “hey....the $74??” but it never happened. oh how i wish i quit more rudely!! all i did was stop going above and beyond for them. legit slowed everything down like 0.5 speed and stopped doing 90% of the shit i’d been doing w/o anyone having to ask. have fun. oh how many memories i have of people being crap to me there.....Alas

another middle of the day long story about Ugh That Was Trash, take notes!!! and my evil parents were not even involved, directly, at that time. unless you count that i was homeless because they were evil. anyways not everyone at work was crap and for as many people who were shitty to me there was probably at least almost as many people who were actually decent and cool. like the gay guy who, i delivered So Much Soup to a house meeting of local buddhists, and the one guy gave me materials and i was like thank you, and the others were like “oh we know your gay guy coworker jonathan!” and i was like oh fuck i love that guy!! and they were like oh my god have some food and i was like absolutely. and one person annoyed me but others did not and i talked to one girl named kyrie after the 80s song and she was like “ive been applying to your store” and i was like “just first things first tell them you have an open schedule thats their #1 thing” and like 2 days later i saw her and she was like yeah just did my interview, and then she was hired and everyone was like “that’s milo’s friend” and we were like we don’t actually know each other we just met the one time!! and anyways everybody pronounced her name wrong like “kī-ree” or just Kī or Kee but i knew to pronounce it keer-ee-ay because my mom was a catholic choir director so if someones name is from a latin hymn i’ve got it, and i’ve also gone to red robin with nuns like four times and baked cookies in the basement with another sister. thats about the most fun i got to have with catholicism, the end

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sleek-mendes · 5 years

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Fratboy Luke! Pt 3

Warnings: Language, mention of alcohol

I don’t know how long I sat there. My mind was spinning and the alcohol swimming in my veins was not helping. A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts.

‘Katherine?’ Haley called softly, pushing the door open.

‘Hey.’ I whispered. Her eyes fell to my neck and she raised her eyebrow.

‘I saw him walk out, I figured you guys got into an argument but clearly you were up to something else.’ She laughed. I wasn’t in the mood to laugh. I wanted to cry, but it felt dramatic.

I knew what I was getting myself into. And my gut told me not to. But I did it anyways. It was my fault. I should’ve listened to my gut.

‘Okay you aren’t laughing or telling me to fuck off so what happened?’ Haley asks, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

‘Things were fine but then he just stopped and told me he couldn’t do this. Whatever that means. And then he left.’ I explain and Haley’s face falls from confusion to anger.

‘That little shit im gonna-‘

‘No. Haley don’t do anything. I just want to go home.’ I sigh, zipping up my jeans and trying my best to cover the hickey with my hair.

‘Ive had too much to drink but, I’ll ask Calum. He hasn’t been drinking for the last hour.’ She explains and I nod. Haley takes my hand and leads us both out of the bathroom and down the long hallway back outside where Calum stands with Michael.

‘Hey, could you take us home? I’m really drunk. But i’ll come get my car in the morning.’ Haley asks and Calum nods, looking towards me.

‘You good?’ He asks.

‘I’m fine. Please just take me home.’

He opens his mouth to say something but Haley shakes her head and he quickly closes it.

‘Let’s go then.’ He purses his lips, eyeing me carefully before leading the way to his car.

‘Katherine, wait!’ I heard Lukes voice getting close but i shook my head and continued walking, Haley’s grip on my hand tightening.

Luke’s hand wrapped around my arm and my movements halted.

‘Don’t fucking touch me.’ I berated, ripping my arm from his grasp.

‘Please just let me talk to you!’ He begged.

‘No. Don’t ever fucking talk to me again.’ I yelled, a few heads turning in our direction but I couldn’t even care if I wanted to. All i could see was red.

‘You don’t get it! I-‘

I laugh sarcastically at his comment and turn to face him fully.

‘No I get it. You won. You wanted to fuck around to prove you could do it? You win. Fuck you for making me think I might’ve been wrong about you.’ I say it calmer than I thought I would and turn away, rushing to meet Haley in the car.

‘Are you okay?’ I’m surprised it’s Calums voice that asks the question.

‘I’m fine.’ I answer shortly.

‘He’s had a fucked up love life. That’s why he acts like that.’ Calum explains quietly.

‘And the rest of us haven’t?’ I ask, raising my voice slightly.

‘No but.. nevermind. It’s not my business to tell’

Calums words remained in my head for the entire week. It made me wonder just what Luke has been through that makes him act like such an asshole.

I hadn’t seen Luke around at all. He’d avoided me successfully and i’d done the same. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little disappointed that he didn’t try at least one more time.

But that was also the problem wasn’t it?

I had turned him down, I made it hard to even be my friend, yet I STILL wanted him to run after me? I hadn’t been easy on him. Yet I excepted him to be easy on me.

It was getting harder and harder to convince myself that everything was working out the way it’s supposed to.

‘I’m leaving! Are you sure you don’t want to come?’ Haley announces as she walks into the living room, fixing her hoop earring.

‘I’m sure.’ I smile.

‘Alright well, i’ll miss you.’ She smiles waving goodbye before leaving to go to the small kickback Calum was having.

I knew enough to know that ‘small’ still meant Luke would be there. Plus partying on a Thursday night put a bitter taste in my mouth.

I would enjoy my Thursday night on the couch, take out and netflix on the tv.

Not even two hours later my phone lights up with Haley’s face, a sigh escaping my lips as I press the phone to my ear.

‘Haley i’m not coming!’

Haley giggles into the phone. ‘You’re so silly, I-I was actually calling to see if you could come get me?’ She’s clearly drunk as she stumbles her words.

‘Come get you? You’re not staying with Calum?’

‘No. Everybody’s still here and i’m really really... really tired. wanna come home yknow?’

I shake my head and laugh at her state.

‘Yeah Hal, i’m come get you. Be there in 15.’ I don’t let her answer as I hang up and stand from the couch, stretching out my limbs from the last two hours of being lazy.

I throw on a pair of leggings and some shoes before stepping in to the cool night air.

I knew I was gonna see Luke. There was no way Haley was gonna get all the way out to the car with ease and I had a feeling a drunk horny Calum wasn’t gonna be much help.

I pulled up to the frat house and let out a sigh before making my way to the door. I didn’t bother knocking because I knew they wouldn’t hear me. The music was blasting from Calums room so I made my way up the stairs, following the music.

I opened calums bedroom door and my eyes fell to the ground where Luke sat, a girl sitting on his lap, her lips attached to his neck.

His eyes met mine and a small smirk started to play on his lips as he saw my reaction.

‘Where’s Haley?’ I ask, looking around the room.

‘Bathroom. With Calum. Normally it’s curtesy to knock.’ He chuckled, the blonde girl pulling away from him to look at me.

‘Normally it’s curtesy to fuck in your own bedroom.’ I spit back, slamming the door as I stepped out of the bedroom, trying not to think about the image as I made my way to the bathroom which I could now hear Haley whining at Calum.

‘Katherine! I’m SO glad you’re here. Everybody’s getting horny and I feel like i’m part of an orgy.’ She giggles, leaning her head against the shower door.

‘She’s better now but I still think she’s gonna puke a couple more times.’ Calum explains and I nod softly and bend down to look at Haley.

‘Let’s go.’ I sigh holding out my hand for her to grab.

A pout falls on her lips as she puts her hand in mine.

‘Are you mad at me?’ She asks quietly.

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ I ask, helping her off the ground.

‘Because I knew Luke had a girl here and I still made you come get me.’ She hiccups.

Calum chuckles beside me and I send him a glare before focusing back on Haley.

‘No baby, i’m not mad at you. It’s not your fault he’s a tool.’ I smile as I pull her out of the bathroom only to be met with Luke’s cocky face.

‘So i’m a tool?’ He asks, crossing his arms across his chest as he smirks down at me.

‘Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, i’m literally right in the middle of something.’

‘In the middle of me!’ Haley shouts loudly, putting her head on my shoulder. ‘Wait,’ she giggles. ‘Not like that. But fuck off Luke.’ I’m the one to chuckle this time as I step past him, pretty much carrying Haley down the stairs.

‘You couldn’t have avoided this forever!’ Luke shouts.

‘Avoided what? You? I could very easily never talk to you again. Don’t get it twisted , Hemmings.’ I scoff, Calum rushing down the stairs and lifts haley off of me, picking her up bridal style.

‘I’ll take her to your car.’ He says quietly, taking the keys out of my hand.

I nod and turn back to Luke who is now half way down the stairs.

‘Last time I checked, you were begging me to fuck you and I walked out. Don’t forget.’ He says lowly, stepping in my face.

‘Are you upset princess? That I let somebody else fuck me? Even after you wanted it so bad?’ He steps even closer, his hand falling on my hip as he pulled me against him.

‘Fuck you.’ I reply reaching my hands up to push him away from me but he grabs them before I can do so.

‘You already tried.’ He smirks.

‘You’re a piece of shit. Whatever the fuck- WHOEVER the fuck did what they did to you for you to be like this- you deserved every minute of it.’ I shout, pulling my hands from his and stepping backwards.

His eyes sadden at my words and I try to push away the guilt I feel for saying something I knew would hurt him.

‘Just... fuck you.’ I add before leaving the house.

‘Everything okay?’ Calum asks.

‘It’s fine. I’m fine. Thanks for your help. I have to go.’ I say quietly.

‘I’m sorry you had to see that.’ He sighs, clearly talking about the bedroom incident.

‘See what? Me and Luke were never a thing. We kissed one time. For a game.’ I lie, my voice getting louder than I intended.

‘Katherine... that fight last weekend had nothing to do with the game. I know what a face of Luke’s victims looks like.’

‘I’m NOT a victim. Don’t call me that. And it’s disgusting you all act okay with the way he treats people.’

‘Hey. He’s been through a lot. Like I said. I’ve seen him more broken than anybody. He has reasons. That’s not an excuse but... I know the real him.’. Calum explains, not letting me answer before he disappears up the driveway, leaving me confused & guilty once again.

I know it’s short i’m sorry :( if you want part 4 let me know! Thank you for all your feedback and patience with me. I love that people love it <3

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jamiedodgerart · 7 years

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hey i marathoned da2 over the course of a week at @1500birds‘s house and drew a lot of stuff for it. there’s info in the captions but im gonna talk more about him under the cut (spoilers for all of da2)

this is mal hawke! (short for malcolm, he was named for his dad.) he’s a rogue

mal’s pretty purple, his emotions are behind 7 layers of jokes but he’s very dedicated to his family. he took his role as eldest sibling seriously- haha, no, he teased the shit out of carver and let bethany climb irresponsibly tall trees with him, but he did really care and look out for them. he was kinda lowkey a highwayman before the blight- probably did some poaching, robbed a few rich merchant vans, stuff like that. gambled and got drunk a lot.

blight happens, ogre smushes carver. in the moment, his mother blames mal. and although later she apologized and forgave him, he never forgot, and never forgave himself.

(aveline killed the ogre btw. mal was taking care of grunts, halfway across the field)

he joined the smugglers when they got to kirkwall. it wasn’t too far from what he did before and he wasn’t keen on going out of his way to harm people. he was good at finishing fights, though, and he gained a reputation for it over his year with the smugglers. it got his family into the city, and for that it was worth it.

mal got along REALLY well with varric, merrill, and anders (whom he later fell in love with. more on that later) he didn’t always agree with aveline, but they were still close, and he really didn’t get along so well with isabela or fenris. ah well. he tried to be friends, tried to help, but it didn’t work out.

he almost took bethany to the deep roads. almost. but as he was planning who to take... well, out of the game, my friend bran spilled the beans and said something very bad would happen if i did. EDIT bran said i got that part wrong and that i figured it out myself, which i forgot, and ordered me to clear their name. official statement: bran kept that secret. so mal had a really bad gut feeling and took merrill instead. bUT SHIT, SHE GOT CAUGHT BY THE CHANTRY INSTEAD OF DYING. i GUESS that’s better. but still, mal blamed himself for not being there to protect her.

so apart from lingering guilt, mal’s doing pretty well in act 2. hes got a relationship going with anders, hes financially stable, bethany’s doing pretty well, considering, he’s got a cool house- oh and kirkwall’s headed towards possible war but that’s nothing new, is it.

a bit more bg on mal hawke: he’s real fond of compromises. in his mind, there’s always a way out, always a third option. he’s pretty pro-mage, bc he did grow up w two mages in his family and never really learned to fear magic, and later because he spent a lot of time with anders, whose enthusiasm for mage rights is kind of infectious.

that third option thing? a really bad philosophy to have in kirkwall. why are people so polar. have none of you ever heard of nuance

anyway can’t remember a whole lot more bc this post was supposed to be done and posted in june, when i actually played, but his mother is murdered. because he wasn’t there/because he didn’t get to her fast enough/because he didn’t solve that mystery in time/because he screwed up. so guess who he blames (it’s himself)

so amidst mal’s grief the whole city is going to shit, because the qun won’t fuck off and isabela stole a book. mal asks if she’ll please give it back, because Everything Is Going To Shit, This Is The Best Resolution We Have, and she refuses bc if she does she’ll be in deep shit herself, and runs off with it. damn. so mal fights the arishok, wins, and decides hes had enough of kirkwall’s shit for a little while and takes a long-ass nap.

three years later, kirkwall’s going to shit again, because it just can’t keep it together. come on, kirkwall. the templars and mages are fighting, and everyone expects mal to have some kind of authority on the shituation. he doesn’t bc hes literally just some guy who happens to fight good that everyone seems to think has a handle on things. he asks meredith and orsino if they could maybe chill out for two seconds but of course they don’t because this is kirkwall and nobody knows how to chill in kirkwall except varric. mal ends up supporting the mages

anders asks mal for help with getting un-possessed. mal 100% wants his bf to not be possessed anymore, bc it’s getting scary, so he readily helps out getting the stuff anders needs. but. it’s a little fishy. look mate i know the qunari are the only ones who know what gunpowder is rn in history but you’re asking me for saltpeter and i dont think you’re supposed to ingest that. anders is like ok, i did lie a lil bit, but there’s a point to this- and mal’s pissed! bc anders lied to him! but agrees to help a little more

so that’s how mal ended up chatting with the grand cleric about the shituation and how there’d probably be an ok solution if people just sat down and chilled out a little, while anders set up the charges to blow up the chantry and escalate the whole thing to hell tier

as you might expect, mal’s hELLA PISSED when anders blows it, not just because he lied, not just because he took advantage of mal trusting him, but because now the templars are going to, yknow, kill every mage, so mal’s remaining family (bethany, and merrill, bc she counts as family too) are in danger, and at this point mal doesn’t have a lot of family left to lose. he tells anders to gtfo before he kills him.

aveline, varric, and merrill stick with him, and fenris leaves to join the templars. later on, they fight. mal doesn’t WANT to fight, and makes an attempt to hash out some ending that didn’t involve one of them dead, but fenris isn’t having any of it. he’s not a fan of mal never wanting to make a straight decision on anything, and forces him to make a choice: die, or fight and kill his former friend.

fenris dies.

the remaining boss fights continue as expected- bethany rejoins the party, orsino panics and goes full corpse-monster, meredith goes nuts and full lyrium-monster, the mages and templars are left without leaders and if things weren’t on their way to hell in a handbasket they sure are now. mal decides it’s time to retire, and never set foot in kirkwall the hell city again.

hes got a cabin in the woods, living out the lumberjack life and drinking away his problems

#this is from june and is the reason i kept not posting things over here on tumblr rip #dragon age #dragon age 2 #mal hawke #da2 spoilers

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loveydoveykirk · 7 years

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just talk on friends of the past

ive had 6 best friends thru my life. theyve always come in sets of two.

elementary school was brianna and kate. bri was a little mean but we always picked two of the same books and we read them during reading time aloud together (with the permission of our teacher) and whenever a bad word like "darn" came up, we'd lean in close and whisper the word. kate was canadian and we had dreams of the future. anything and everything was our ticket to success and a good life. fries at lunch turned into an international fry business where we would travel on private jets to meet kings, queens, prime ministers, and the president because our fries were that good. but then, a new school year had started. kate wasnt there. she had moved back to canada and no one had told me. i was sad but i had bri right? but over the year she got new sets of friends and i just wasnt good enough. i didnt have any friends before elementary school because i was very shy and reserved. now i didnt have any again. i shouldve been used to the loneliness but once youve experienced something you cant live life the same way again.

in middle school i had anna and miriam. she was so cool. i admired her. she liked the same nerdy things i liked, loved to read and write, and she knew things (like what all those sex terms meant). she introduced me mim, who had her own computer and four older sisters who were really cool. she was super nice and we had a lot of classes together! we experienced things together, anything from our first school dances and dates to puberty. i used to be a good christian girl (minus being christian, but that stereotype yknow?) but they told me swear words and sex terms and made me scream about it until i was comfortable. mim came to anna and i one day and told us her parents had given her and her siblings a choice: they could vote to move to kansas or stay in nebraska. we tried talking her thru her pros and cons. a couple weeks later she said they were moving. she had voted to leave. anna and i became so close after that. the bus routes had changed the following year and anna and i rode together. anna had started self harming that year and constantly flaunted it. i thought she was cool and must know what she was doing so i started doing it too, and showed her on the bus one day. she saw my cuts and smiled proudly, asking my methods. that was the start of a habit that ive struggled with for years. she became more manipulative and practically abusive over the years, always putting me down whether personally or asking complete strangers who was more attractive, me or her? (they always chose her.) it was the last day of eighth grade, the last day of middle school. she was complaining about the yearbook because i was chosen for 'most likely to become a famous author' but she thought she had much more potential and would actually become an author, unlike me. i stopped talking to her. (and currently im published and shes not? fuck her.)

high school came with new friends. sierra and francesca. they were friends in middle school and while i had known them i wasnt really friends with them. sierra was so so good for me. she helped me with my depression and anxiety and helped me figure out my sexuality. she helped me loosen up a little more. we snuck out when i slept over and i was happy and at peace, at least for a night. we went to our first con down in kansas city! it was without my family too, so it was like freedom. it was great, since we planned it for so long. when i was first hospitalized, sierra and i were supposed to go to that same con, the following year. she and her mother begged to see me, but couldnt because mental wards only allow family. she went to the con still and she came back with a surprise. my aph russia plushie was signed by the aph belarus voice actor! (i cosplayed belarus so i was estatic!) frenchie was supportive and offered me rides so i didnt have to ride the bus was so fiercely protective. then, sierra had to move. she stayed in the city but it was a different school district, and she lived 30 minutes away on a good day. i tried to hang out with frenchie a lot and it took me a year to realize this (but i didnt wanna lose another friend, and i was in a bad state mentally) but she always made excuses onto why she couldnt hang out, or, when we made plans, shed back out at the last second. id been hospitalized every year in high school (for 3 days/2 weeks for the first two years) but after all this, i was put back in there, but this time for 8 weeks then put into an instution for longer than i like. senior year started off horribly. there were many times they wanted to put me back in the hospital, but after the institution, i was terrified of hospitals. i refused. frenchie had all but stopped talking to me and when we did it was tense and uncomfortable. after christmas break, i was 18. i could legally drop out of school. even with one semester to go, i couldnt do it and dropped out. it was nearlly march when i got a text from frenchie. "where you been?" i deleted the message. i havent heard from her since then.

im not trying to push blame on anyone but ive been so lonely and depressed and reclusive since senior year started nearly a year a half ago (with no local friends) and i had to get all of this out and off my chest.

#sarah.txt #self harm///#hospitalizations///#abuse///#(just in case yknow?)#ask to tag///#like if u read ? i just. need to know who read this lmao.#obviously when i talk about 'friends' i mean locally #ive known lots of great folks thru the interwebs lmao

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elcisa-blog · 7 years

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hello hello yall, it’s your gal ronnie with a second muse!! this is my honey eloisa and i have so many ideas for her and i’m so excited to bring her to life since i’ve been dying to play her properly for so long, so PLease feel free to come plot w/ us ok ? OK ! anyway, her full bio can be found here if you feel so inclined, but it’s a bit long, so i’ll have a couple points under the cut summarizing it. also under the cut are some wanted connections ! that’s pretty much it for now, k byE

that’s not EMILY RATAJKOWSKI walking around?? nah, but ELOISA GOMOLKA gets that all the time. SHE’S actually from TORQUAY, ENGLAND, though they live in LA JOLLA now. you’ve probably heard that 23 year old SERVER of CALIFORNIA PIZZA KITCHEN being referred to as the ZEALOT of this place. you know, i always see them EXPLORING AND TRAVELING or blasting A LITTLE DEATH BY THE NEIGHBOURHOOD on their lunch break..whatever.

alright so my baby was born and raised in torquay, england to a pretty religious, polish family. her father is polish and her mother is english, but their lifestyle and culture at home was very much polish based

also her actual birth name is katarzyna eloisa gomolka, but growing up in england, many people had a hard time pronouncing her first name so her friends & classmates and all that often called her by her middle name instead -- eloisa. so it eventually stuck and she legally changed around her first & middle names. .. .

this girl loves loves loves learning languages and studying other cultures and lifestyles , like in school , she was always that girl that took as many foreign language classes as she could. she knows the basics to a bunch of different languages but she’s fluent in english, polish, french, and spanish.

also shes WILD ok . . . like her own weird brand of wild. she’s so Unexpected .. . its strange. but i love her sm. she’s loud, opinionated, stubborn, unpredictable, SUPER adventurous, you name it. she’s either laughing her ass off with childish excitement or spewing fire From her mouth, knowing NO boundaries . . there’s no in between like . . . shes so random, all over the place and all in your face most of the time im sorry . . . & when she loves u she clingy

anyway she also used to play the violin and horseback ride a lot growing up. her grandpa from her moms side taught her how to ride horses and she loved going to his farm in the english countryside to ride & hear his wise stories and all that. he was like her hero.

however, one day, right before eloisa was about to start her last year of high school . . . long story short . . . there was an accident and grandpa passed away *cries* . . . el took his death super hard since they were so close . . which caused her to get less enthusiastic about going to college and she just lost all interest at caring at all tbh, becoming more of a troublemaker at school, so her grades dropped her last year and so did all her aspirations for her future

after high school, instead of enrolling in postsecondary, she just wanted to get away from it all so she decided to trust in her adventurous side and partake in a work abroad program where she would be backpacking across south america, teaching english and helping build up communities. she did that until she was twenty-one. it was a Wild ride

in the midst of the program, while in colombia, she got involved w/ some sketchy dude who was in the drugs and car stealing business . . . she loved the thrill & she thought she was so in love BUt he was super gross and toxic and ended up betraying her, stealing her money, and leaving her on the side of the road one night on one of his heists. aNYWAY it sucked

she finished the program and then decided to work for the work abroad program’s headquarters, which are situated in california. . . so thats how she got to san diego

eventually her position there terminated but she decided to stay in cali bc its very much her type of vibe SO now shes working at fashion valley & thats where yall come in

SOME WANTED CONNECTIONS

OPPOSITES ATTRACT -- cheesy name but i think it’d be cool for her to have a pal who’s kind of the complete or near opposite of her but they kind of work ? ? like honestly this girl can TALK and ramble on for so long about random shit, so i think it’d be an interesting dynamic for her to have someone who just lets her Go Off and they just like to listen to her talk and she just likes having someone to listen to her . . . inspo is from this pic right HERE

EAT THIS -- while in south america, el kind of developed a huge respect and love for cuisine and cooking so now shes kind of obsessed with searching up random, exotic recipes and trying them out. sometimes her cooking backfires and is not the greatest but shes so determined to get things right and just loves Doing it so much that she doesnt care. . . so maybe she can have like a taste testing buddy or someone who likes to cook w her or something idk ? ? shfskd omg HC: she works as a server at ca pizza kitchen but i s2g she prob always tries to sneak in the kitchen and help cook But since shes so all over the place, theyre always like “ EL GTFO OF HeRE !!!!!”

MOTHER HEN / PAPA BEAR -- this girl needs someone to keep her in line some of the time okay. she doesnt have any family here in cali so she’d love to have someone who takes care of her and makes sure she doesnt go too far .. like someone she looks up to in a sister/brother/guardian figure type of way ? ?

ZOOLOGY -- eloisa doesnt have any pets .. . she can hardly take care of herself like what u think imma let this girl have a dog ? ? NO she can have a pet ROCK ( she does ) . . . but she loves animals so she’d love hAving a pal where she can just come by and play w their pets or smthg like she’ll be the best play mate ever .. . i just wouldnt trust her to take care of ur animal for a week or smthg lmao

ADVENTURE TIME -- if u ever just want to do something crazy or try something new. . . literally just hit up eloisa . . . so i’d love for her to have friends who just text her up like i’m Not feeling good take me somewhere. . . and SHE WILL . . .or even if they’re not sad and just want to do something exciting . .. hit her up

OOPS :( -- ok So el can be a bit clumsy and random so i think a cool connection with someone would be like maybe one day eloisa broke something of theirs or fucked up their car or dyed their hair wrong or something stupid like that . . . basically eloisa fucked up . . . and ever since then, that person doesnt really trust her anymore and is kind of annoyed with her presence in general . . . BUT eloisa feels so BAD and guilty about it so now she basically tries to do everything in her power to make it up to the other person but they just keep not having it yknow ? ?

ORANGE CRUSH -- ok ur typical crush plot bc theyre so fluffy and cute. . . but i think maybe a plot where the crush doesnt even have to be super romantic or sexual yknow ? ? like i can definitely see eloisa just being so interested in everything the other person does and just loving being around them and loving everything they do . . . so obsessed w their comportments . . . but it can be in such a fluffy, platonic way like That feeling when u see a rly cute puppy or baby penguin . . . eloisa just wants to hug ur muse and love them But not even sexually yknow ? ?

TAKE ME WITH YOU -- ok i love this plot sm . . . maybe like a friendship where they both want to see the world together ? ? eloisa is really big on travelling so id love for her to have a friend where they’ve been slowly putting together their dream trip where they see the world together. and their friendship is so heavily based on them sending each other places around the world where they want to go and putting together bucketlists and itineraries for if they ever end up saving money and travelling together ? ? so fun

SCIENCE PROJECT -- there’s not much that scares el and she doesnt get pushed away so easily . .. but i think an interesting dynamic could be if there actually was someone who kind of freaks her out yknow?? a relationship where the person actually kind of intimidates her and theres just something about the person that makes eloisa question everything .. . kind of like a science project. shes always studying them carefully, unsure of how to react to what they say . . . they’re just bizarre to her and she wants to know more

POKE ! -- basically someone she loves to annoy and pick on , but not in a hateful way

TEACH ME -- maybe someone who is teaching eloisa a new skill or language or how to do something that they’re good at because eloisa would love that so much .. . she loves trying new things.. . .like honestly anything .. . even if she keeps failing

TINDER DATE -- ok so in my head, i feel like eloisa would be that type of person to troll people on tinder and play around with them .. so maybe your muse got caught up in her trap once and she trolled them on tinder lmao ? ? ? i think thatd be so funny and she just loves laughing about it all the time . .

I DO . . . WAIT, NO, I DON’T ! -- ok So this is inspired by that one episode in friends where rachel and ross get married drunk in vegas once . . . so Like literally that lmao. like that is SO something that would happen to el. like maybe one time, they found themselves in vegas together, they got super drunk, and legit got married that same night super quick ? ? ? and obviously theyre divorced now but i think that’d be a funny dynamic and lil treasure of the past to have in a friendship/relationship

SOME TYPICAL ONES THAT I CANT GET ENOUGH OF -- exes, flings, hook ups, went on a few dates in the past, best friends ( someone to braid her hair and take bubble baths w her <3 ), enemies ( maybe someone who doesnt agree w how she lives her life or her whole vibe bc she can be a bit much sometimes lmao ), etc.

or literally anything else lol

#fvhqooc #wow im sorry its LOng #dont hate me #but its good i promise #° ⟡ ⁝ ─ crumpled notes › OOC.#i just had SO MANY connection ideas bye #i think everything makes sense .. . . . ..

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HP!headcanon - NCT Yuta

|| WIZARDINGBIAS - where your fave bands live in hakho’s hogwarts au ||

Character Headcanons at Hogwarts ↳ NCT Yuta // Yuta Nakamoto // Slytherin

fuck now we’re doing my bias wrecker hell no buckle up errbody this abt to be a wild ass ride

now that’s a long ass ride

Yuta is a Sly-therin

this cunning ass motherfucker needs to calm tf down

this is probably gonna be long af

more under the cut <3

so in my au,

Yuta doesn’t actually go to Hogwarts during the first year

i haven’t planned out exactly how his life bf Hogwarts was like but let’s roll with it

so the reason why he switches school is pretty cool actually

like his parents had to pull him out of Mahoutokoro bc of a freaky murder case

or maybe cool is the wrong word

whatever

his parents are top notch investigators and they settle in London and send yuta to hogwarts

and yuta is a lil shit who wants to know everything but his parents refuse to tell him details

so he tries to go sherlock on the case

and surprisingly finds a lot of things

like it’s his free time project

he has a notebook with all his notes and red string and all that

yknow what im talking abt

so year 2

it starts with him going straight into the headmistresses’ office to get sorted

and he doesn’t have a clue what the fuck slytherin is

but he accepts it and his tie turns a bright shade of green

which the headmistress says is a sign

the force is strong in this one

the slytherin force

and lil 12 y/o yuta has a big smiley face as he sits down at the slytherin table and of course he’s the type to spark up a conversation immediately

he’ll probably be so curious and ask the people at the table what’s happening up front where the sorting ceremony begins

and this older slytherin thinks he’s adorable with his too-big-smile and wide, curious eyes and indulges lil yuta even though they’re supposed to be quiet

but sorting ceremonies can take a long ass time

and anyone can see that yuta is the fidgety type

but when the feast suddenly appears

yuta’s all

*too-big-smiley-face*

and absolutely fascinated by everything

what the fuck is shepards pie

year 2 is also the year he meets his best friend forever

this adorable hufflepuff named taeyong who is way too shy and intimidating looking for his own good, except, yuta sees right through that when the little hufflepuff boy helps him out in Charms class, showing yuta how to properly flick his wand and fix his pronunciation

and yuta thinks its so cute how this lil boy who is always quiet and always by himself has strolled over to this side of the classroom to help out yuta who is the only one struggling

so kind

so soft

cue *healing smile*

and taeyong and yuta become best friends and have sleepovers bc taeyong gets nightmares and misses his dad a lot so yuta indulges the technically older boy with late night cuddles to comfort him

this part always gets me ffs

This is also the year Yuta finds out there’s an older Gryffindor that also is of japanese herritage

and Yuta never says shit like this but sometimes he misses the japanese culture and just talking in japanese bc english gets really hard sometimes like he can’t 100% express everything he wants to say so hell yea he’s gonna look for this gryffindor

the gryffindor is hansol

who is btw like the most beautiful creature yuta has ever seen

and the first time lil yuta spots this boy his cheeks flush a very distinct red and he automatically feels drawn to him

Hansol is flying on his really flashy looking broomstick one weekend, and yuta just kinda stumbles upon him

this is when Yuta is fully introduced to the art that is quidditch and he absolutely falls in love with the sport, like enough to try out for the slytherin team two weeks after Hansol’s taught him the basics

and he’s fucking good too

really fast

like the wind

but he’s too small and young to actually be on the team but the slytherin captain doesn’t want to let him go so he’s on the reserve bench this year but he still works so hard to improve and oh my god hansol is so proud even though he doesn’t say anything, he just smiles and goes to the slytherin practices to watch yuta but yuta doesn’t know that until he spots the gryffindor waiting for him outside of the locker rooms and

ahhhhhhhhhhh

Year 3 is when things start tho

Yuta finally makes the team as one of the three main chasers

even though everyone is worried that he wont be able to do it bc Yuta is gd smol

him and taeyong are like the smol smol in their batch

but yuta is strong af and learns really quick and he’s fucking lightning fast on the field why isn’t he a seeker????

bc he has shitty eyesight thats why

he doesn’t like wearing his glasses but he kinda has to

especially when he’s studying or in class

t-yong thinks its really cute

whatever

and this is also the year he’s picking up his course work, like stuff is actually making sense

year two was filled with getting used to the english equivalent to everything and trying to catch up on first year stuff and also tryna figure out where everything is

why doesn’t hogwarts have a map???

thank god for taeyong

the lil hufflepuff will always pick him up if he’s lost

also thank god they have so many classes together

but yuta likes potions the most, mostly bc he’s weirdly good at it

except for that one time he was freaking out about his first ever seasoned game and nearly melted the table

be careful when brewing kids

Yuta clings to Hansol a lot this year

especially because they both like quidditch and it’s practically their lives

and hansol, in his ever so awkward and quiet way, teaches Yuta about quidditch history and secrets and about this one story of a couple that met on the field, both being seekers for rival teams, and fall in love as they’re both chasing the snitch, and they forget about the game completely and spend so much time giggling and messing with each other that the game takes more than 7 hours to complete, and Yuta is mesmerised by this cute ass love story

“It’s actually my parents’ love story”

“no way”

“yeah. they’re now considered the quidditch couple of the century.”

“that is disgusting. i love it,” Yuta gushes

and also, whenever Yuta is feeling stressed AF or worried about things and taeyong is busy doing whatever the fuck he does

(that boy is sometimes a fucking mystery, but yuta thinks he’s probably just stealing food from the kitchens)

((in reality, taeyong is actually being taught how to bake and cook by the house elves bc he’s having so much fun learning abt recipes and stuff))

Yuta looks for Hansol and gushes to him about his worries, and when it gets too much to contain and his tongue stumbles over the english, yuta switches to japanese without a problem bc Hansol can understand 100% of everything he’s complaining about even though he offers his advice in english instead but it’s such a relief and yuta is so thankful

eventually, towards the end of year 3, Yuta’s crush on Hansol becomes almost too much

but he doesn’t tell anyone about it

not even his bff taeyong who is the first to know about everything

bc he’s afraid of his feelings

like ‘what the fuck is this erratic heartbeat every I see hansol?’

and Yuta starts to think that his mind is playing tricks on his but he swears to god Hansol is inching closer and closer to him every time they hang out

One day

after countless of speculations and confusion from yuta’s side

Hansol casually grabs onto Yuta’s hand as they’re walking down a hallway

and hansol just continues on with their conversation like nothing different has happened

but yuta is freaaaaking ouuut

he keeps looking up between hansol’s beautiful face and their interlocked hands

and fuck his hands are getting sweaty but hansol doesn’t pull away and what does this meaaaaannnnnn?????

In the summer between year 3 and 4

Hansol invites yuta to his place and it’s so nice

and they spend the summer back and forth at hansol’s and yuta’s house

and yuta’s mom absolutely adores hansol so much and feeds him cake and traditional japanese food bc ‘you’re too skinny, hansol-kun’

Yuta can’t help but smile at Hansol’s overly puffy cheeks as his mother feeds him copious amounts

it’s adorable

his heart

my heart

Year 4

yuta is greeted with his first ever kiss

closed lipped and chaste and so incredibly quick

it’s after Yuta learns how to ride his broomstick standing up

something hansol has been trying to teach him all summer

and hansol kinda just

accidentally kisses him

bc he’s so proud

and Yuta’s eyes get soooooo big

what just happened

and then hansol is so cute and flustered and his entire face is just beet red and “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to do tha-”

but Yuta interrupts hansol with another chaste kiss, standing on his tippy toes bc hansol is 500 metres taller than him

and it’s so cute how hansol turns even redder

and this is the start of their relationship and it’s adorable and yuta is so happy

so happy that sometimes, in the middle of the night, Yuta will curl into a ball in his bed bc the feels are too much and he can’t sleep bc Hansol’s the type to subtly give his robes to yuta bc yuta’s the type to be freezing and refuse to bring his own robes

but yuta is good at communicating or breaking the ice

so he doesn’t really tell anyone that they’re together

and both hansol and yuta aren’t super into skinship

and taeyong is a fucking oblivious little shit so he doesn’t figure it out

if anyone wants i can make a post going into depth on yusol’s relationship lol

but one day when t-yong and yuta are studying divinations, TY finds something odd in the bottom of yuta’s teacup, but yuta fucking sucks ass at divinations so he doesn’t know what the hell it means

it’s freaky tho how t-yong all of a sudden gets really protective and careful around yuta

“Bro.”

“What?”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Treating me like I’m about to die.”

“You’re not dying, Yuta. Geeze.”

“If I was, you should be worried abt yourself.”

“Why?”

“Bc I’m dragging you into the afterlife with me.”

“Bro.”

but it makes sense that t-yongie is so protective and walking on eggshells around yuta bc by the end of this year, Hansol has announced that he’s moving to Mahoutokoro to play professionally for Japan

and Yuta has no idea what to think

bc he understands quidditch is so incredibly important for Hansol, that it his life

Yuta also loves quidditch, he totally gets it

but his heart hurts so much

he feels betrayed

but he also feels like he shouldn’t feel betrayed

and eventually he snaps at Hansol, yelling and crying like a mess bc he loves hansol so much, and he wants to be loved just as much back and why isn’t hansol picking yuta instead of quidditch?

they end on extremely bad terms

Yuta doesn’t even see Hansol off on the last day of school

he refuses to

because yuta doesn’t cry in public

ever

but if he were to see Hansol one last time he would cry

san(g) namja yuta des

but thank fuck t-yong is there for him to take yuta’s mind off of the fact that his first love just left him to pursue his dreams

Yuta throws himself into quidditch practice, school work, hanging out with t-yong and taeil and he masks all the pain he feels with his too-big-smile but it’s not quite as wide as it used to

and taeyong still doesn’t know they were together, but he’s such a softy for his friends and yuta takes 100000% advantage of that

YEAR 5

is suCH A BETTTER YEAR LEMME TELL YOU

Yuta is still heartbroken but most of it is settled over the summer so fuck that and fuck hansol let’s get back to business

his snarky comments are fucking back

and his healing smile is back

thank fuck

buT GUESS WHAT PEOPLE

Yuta’s appointed fucking captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team

aye aye captain

and he’s so happy he cries into Taeyong’s shoulder during their sleepover

he works hard AF for the team

#1 priority

and then he meets this uberly adorable boy named Sicheng

and fuck Sicheng is perfect and cuddly

even more than t-yong and TY is the resident smol bean at the school

but Sicheng takes the cake

my heart for yuwin is srs

and they gET TOgethER FFS YUTAAAAA WINWINNNNNN

THE CUTEST COUPLE

SO MUCH MORE OPEN AND SKINSHIPPY

AND YUTA LOVES IT

WINWIN ALSO LIKES QUIDDITCH

LOVES FOOD

AND YUTA TEACHES HIM SO MUCH ENGLISH AND EVEN JAPANESE

THEY’RE MARRIED I SWEAR

and yuta’s smile is somehow the biggest it has ever been

and t-yongie is so happy for the couple

he kinda likes thirdwheeling them a lot

like he genuinely likes it

and yuta’s like

“it’s okay to share, ik he’s irresistible, but he’s mine after 7pm”

fuck my heart is not okay i didn’t even realise how hard i ship this fuck

YEar 6

not much actually happens this year

except

the murder case suddenly has a lead

it’s been fucking years wtf parents

and Yuta’s parents have to move to Chile to go after this murderer

“okay????? what do you want me to do???? I aint leaving Hogwarts”

cuz he doesn’t wanna leave Sicheng like Hansol left him

even though Yuta really wants in on the case and get info and try to solve it for himself

but he chooses friends over his own ambitions

“you’re a total hufflepuff”

“shut the fuck up, taeyong”

but this year turns out to be awesome

bc he leads his quidditch team to victory

and the entire team carries him on their shoulders

THEY JUST WON THE FUCKING HOUSECUP

this time yuta cries in front of every one

and taeyong manages to take a picture

(it’s used a blackmail for literally years bc fuck yuta is an ugly crier no wonder he never cries in front of anyone)

and Sicheng is so happy for Yuta even though he’s sulking about his own team’s loss

it’s okay bc Yuta takes Sicheng out for ice cream and everything is so good

sicheng is the cutest

eating his ice cream with his lil tongue licks

like a lil cat

my heartttrttttttttt

im not even a sicheng stan but akjfigelhgskurtg

and then year 7 turns out to be pretty fucking good too

1) Taeyong doesn’t try to snatch sicheng for himself bc now there’s a lil bebe gryffindor named jaehyun that he’s got together with

but only because Yuta told jaehyun about TY’s huge ass crush but his best friend is just such a shy lil boi he needs to tell Jaehyun

bc a friend named johnny accidentally told him during one of the illegal underground parties that jaehyun thought TY was hella hot

so basically

T-yong owes his entire love life to Yuta

*pat on the back*

*healing smile*

2) byE BYE VIRGINITY

3) he nails his potions N.E.W.T.’s

4) he doesn’t fail anything else

even divinations which is a fucking hell why did he even pick to continue this subject wtf yuta

and he doesn’t fail Charms

bc he’s charming af

but it’s so sad how this is the last year he gets to coach his team, and he works 100% harder to get strategies and practices done and everyone of his team members fucking love and hate him so much bc it’s 2x as much practice but it’s also a lot of fun games and stuff

curtesy of taeyong’s planning

honestly where would yuta be without taeyong?

BUT THEY WIN THE THE SEASON AGAIN SO SUCK IT

And then graduation comes and Yuta breaks down for the second time in public

but it’s just because he suddenly realises, in the middle of taeyong’s rockstar dad’s song, that he’s leaving the best place on earth, thank god for that one murderer that let him move to scotland, thank you to taeyong who is the bestest friend he could’ve ever gotten even though yuta never tells t-yong he loves him, and thank god for sicheng and his beautiful softness, he is the best thing (besides t-yongie) to happen to yuta, and thank you to his teammates for trusting him, he wishes them all the best, and thank you to himself bc he’s been a fucking amazing person

but he doesn’t say any of this to anyone bc san(g) namja ffs!!!!

but he cries so much

so so so much

tbh same yuta

all he needs to figure out now is what he’s gonna do after graduation

but then again, that offer to play professional quidditch for England doesn’t sound too bad tbh

but who knows wtf the future holds

this is a little too close to home omfg TT

a/n: okay i’m done. i need to lie down. feel free to ask me for more headcanons :) I like making these lol (even though im supposedly swamped with shit to do)

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