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rey-jake-therapist · 7 months

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Hob Gadling's wives and girlfriends, the forgotten women of The Sandman

DISCLAIMER: the following posts contains major spoilers for Season of Mists, World's Ends, The Kindly Ones and The Wake.

A couple of weeks I told @writing-for-life my next meta would be about the women who shared Hob's life. There's not much to work on in the comics for most of them, but the fact remains that they exist and that Hob probably loved them all. And his second wife in particular, Margaret/Peggy aka Jim, had a story dedicated to her journey, in World's Ends.

Hob's canon romances always interested me because these women were all mortals, while he was not. We know he had at least one kid who died, and he saw almost all his lovers/wives die while knowing he would never follow them in the grave unless he wanted it. We didn't see it happen with Gwen, but it will, eventually.

It makes me wonder: how does he do it? How does he manage to be completely invested in a relationship knowing that the people he loves will all grow old and die, while he will stay the same and live forever? I would have loved it if the comics had him discussing that, and I still hope in the show he will. We never saw what his last conversation with Hob was, after all... I like to think that Dream stayed a bit longer than usual with Hob, and that they opened up about their respective lives and experiences with love. Audrey is still alive and probably in Hob's life at this point, it would be nice if she showed up, met Dreams and asked him embarrassing questions... but I digress haha

Before I continue I'd like to confess that not being a shipper, I don't read Dreamling fics - I rarely read fics revolving a ship in general... I prefer Morpheus x oc or non romantic fics -, so any comment I can make about the fandom is based on what I see on social media, and not on fanfic contents. I'm sure that Hob's wives and girlfriends are often evoked and maybe sometimes, even more developed there than they are in canon.

Hob's first wife: Eleanor

Eleanor's just a portrait, we don't know much about her except that Hob probably cared about her since in the show he still calls her "my Eleanor" long after she died.

She exists only to show that Hob's situation stabilized after he started making money. Also, their son's death and hers may have been the first time that it hit Hob in the head that while he could live forever, he couldn't prevent his loved ones from dying. The loss of his family affected him very much and yet, he still wanted to live. I'll probably write a meta later about how his situation purposely mirrors Morpheus', about how they both lost everything they loved at some point but reacted in a completely different manner.

Hob's second wife: Peggy/Jim

We meet Margaret/Peggy/Jim in World's End. She pretends to be a man hence why she calls herself Jim, as she did during all the trip during which she met Hob Gadling. It's quite obvious that she did it for safety issues, as she would have probably not been allowed to travel on a boat let alone work on one if she had revealed as girl without a chaperon, and she clearly enjoyed the freedom and advantages she got as passing for a man. It's good to emphasize how brave she was to do that, as if her secret had gone out it could have put her in great danger.

Hob was the only one who saw through her, but he protected her secret. He also confirmed her doubts that he was much older than he seemed, a secret she protected as well. It seems she never believed he was immortal though - see the part about Audrey - .They bonded over having secrets they could possibly not reveal to anyone else, so it's a really sweet love story.

Later, in The Kindly Ones, we learn that Peggy died in his arms, during the Blitz. If they had kids, he doesn't say, but it's obvious he loved her very much and was deeply affected by her death, as he says on Audrey's grave, in The Kindly Ones, that Audrey's the first woman he was with since Peggy died.

Now I know that certain fans want Peggy to be trans or non-binary because she disguises as a man and asks to be called Jim. It's generally not as much because they care about her character or representation,than because it would make Hob canonically queer. Now I have no problem with anyone's headcanons: there are no right or wrong headcanon, no stupid or offensive ones - as long as they're not hateful, homophobic, racist, transphobic etc. - and whatever makes people feel represented and happy is fine by me. That said, I personally believe it's a bit simplistic to reduce a woman's refusal to follow societal norms to her being a man or non-binary, but again, whatever floats your boat guys.

I personally think that Peggy/Jim was written as a strong young woman who wanted to travel and see the world, knew she couldn't do that if she was seen as a woman, so she disguised as a man, took a man's name and enjoyed the role because let's be honest: the life for white men during this period was wayyyyyy funnier and easier than for women. What do you mean, it still is? I don't understand, are you saying institutional patriarchy is still very much a thing? *pretends to be shocked*.

You can find many stories like Peggy/Jim's in modern literature, and of course, in real life!

As for Hob, he knew Peggy was a woman quite early, and when he talks about her on Audrey's grave he says "Peg' ", not "Jim", which tells me he kept seeing her as a woman. But again, that's my headcanon and I won't argue about that, I just feel like Peggy/Jim deserves better than being discussed solely regarding Hob's sexuality. Her story is one of my favorite in the comics :)

Talking about the particular subject of Hob's sexuality is immortal and even though the comics doesn't mention any male boyfriend, he seems open minded and hedonistic enough to have at least tried... I always headcanoned Hob Gadling as pansexual, because it doesn't make sense to me that a man who lived for hundred of years would be straight, simply.

I really hope that the show will give us Peggy/Jim's story on screen, she highly deserves it. I love this character, I just wish it would be clearer in the comics that she's the future Mrs Gadling... I learned through social media that the Peg' he mentioned on Audrey's grave was the Peggy he met in World's Ends. It's very confusing, the way it's written.

Hob Gadling's girlfriends

We of course don't know every girlfriend that Hob had, in the comics we're just introduced to two: Audrey, and Gwen. We learn a couple of other names in The Kindly Ones though: Lisabet and Anne.

Audrey

Audrey's another woman who's never part of the conversations, yet the panel dedicated to Hob's reaction to her death is the first panel that made Hob sympathetic to me. But whenever this panel is discussed, everything that's related to Audrey is ignored so the focus is entirely on Hob's concern for Morpheus. Before I read the comics, I had no idea that Hob had just buried his lover, and begged Morpheus to resurrect her because the pain of losing her was too hard to handle.

A bit like for Margaret/Peggy/Jim, it's not clear at all that in Season of Mists, the woman we see with Hob in bed is Audrey, the woman whose grave he visits in The Kindly Ones.

It's really in The Kindly Ones that we can see how much he cared for Audrey, as he cared for all the lovers he had before but died. The reaction he has, he admits it himself, responds to a question we probably all asked: does he ever get used to it? Become insensitive, with time?

The answer's no:

I always wondered why Morpheus visited him at this moment: was it because he felt his pain and wanted to be here for him? Or was it because he wanted to say one last goodbye and it happened to coincide with the moment Hob was drowning in his grief? Was it because he himself needed a friend, more than ever?

Anyway he certainly didn't expect Hob's request. For the first time that we know of, Hob asked Dream to use his supernatural powers. Hob, the immortal who saw all the people he knew die, not only wasn't used to it but asked Dream basically the same thing as Orpheus asked him: help him to get his lover back. It must have been very painful for Dream, but poor Hob couldn't know that. I doubt he even knew that Dream had once been married and had a son.

So yeah, afterwards he runs after Morpheus and tries to make him confide in him, he even feels his friend's death is imminent and he shows a deep concern, but that's not all that this panel is about. I think it's about saying that no matter how old you are, how many lives you lived, how many people you loved and loved you.... The death of a loved one is always painful.

2. Gwen

Gwen is Hob's last girlfriend that we know of. She's also, in his own admission, the first Black woman he dates. Considering that Hob used to be an enthusiastic slave trader who needed an ethereal entity to tell him that slavery was wrong to think that he should find another way to become rich, I find this information.... interesting. After 600 years, it was about time... did he refuse to date Black women because of guilt for what he did? Or because he remained racist for a long time and didn't think Black women were worth his attention?

I feel very protective of Gwen, first because I dislike how she was written as a moral caution for Hob, as she absolves him for his sins but without knowing the extent of his sins - she has no idea he's immortal and was a slave trader - . When she appears in the show - and I really hope she will! - , I hope she'll be written in a way that she doesn't exist solely for Hob to express his guilt while being too coward to tell her the truth about what he did.

I was going to say something very personal about me, but I'm not sure the comparison I want to make would work, so I prefer keeping it for me, finally. If anyone's interested in knowing me better they can join me in private though :)

The second reason why I'm very protective of her is that as Audrey, on social media she's generally treated as non existent by the fandom - who focuses entirely on Hob's grief regarding Morpheus' death - . I recently saw a wish regarding Gwen that made my blood boil and almost made me hit the 'deactivate' button, but I'm not here to start a war, let alone to point fingers. I just really wish some people paid more attention to what they wrote, because some stuff I've read these last days came off as very insensitive.

And I'll conclude with one last panel featuring the gorgeous Gwen:

Also tagging @violetoftheendless and @tickldpnk8 , in case you're interested in discussing this subject :)

#sandman women #hob gadling #hob gadling's lovers #hob and women #the sandman #season of mists #the kindly ones #the wake #sandman comics #sandman spoilers #the sandman meta #fandom misoginy #fandom racism #fandom critical

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bewitched-forest · 5 months

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20 questions for writers, tagged by @gremlin-bot

How many works do you have on AO3? I have 17 total works posted! And I believe, like, two or three WIPs I haven't? I dunno, I'd have to double check.

What's your total AO3 word count? 260,118. I- I don't even know how to react to that. Holy shit.

What Fandoms do you write for? I write for mostly DC, Danny Phantom, and Artemis Fowl. I have done a Spiritfarer au and a FNAF crossover over fic though. Just one of each. No, they're not the same fic.

What are your top 5 fics by Kudos? Danny & Billy: Brothers in Too Much Power The Rebirth of Tim Drake Ancient Deals Phantom Feathers Danny & Billy: Brothers in Too Much Power The Rehash

Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not? I actually try to respond to all my comments! I really enjoy all of them and I want them to know! (Yes, even the person who insists on leaving over 2000 hearts on every chapter) For certain fics, *cough* Rebirth *cough*, I also just enjoy torturing some of them by not actually answering their questions.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? None of my completed fics really have angsty endings, I guess. Once I finish Now We're Stuck Here to Decay or How to Fowl A Bat, maybe? But even then, both of those fic are suppose to get more solemn but hopeful endings than just a straight angsty one. I just like hopeful endings I guess.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I can firmly say a fic that I finished for the recent DPxDC WIP Swap, which is What Once Was Lost Must Now Be Found. Eldritch homeless boy Danny gets himself a family in the Bats. ^-^

Do you get hate on fics? Not hate, really. Some unnecessary criticism, sure, but not what I'd call hate.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I haven't actually really written smut. I mean I did roleplays with ocs before, but never like straight written it soooo. Yeah.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one? I do write crossovers! Exclusively crossovers. XD I'd have to say Formula For a Crime Scene, which a three-way crossover with Danny Phantom, DC (Specifially BatFam), and Artemis Fowl.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated? I have not had one translated, no. I would not be opposed to it however, as long as I was asked and somehow tagged in it.

Have you ever co-written a fic? Yes, I have done multiple actually! All mine actually come from events. Weltschmerz is a fic I am actively co-writing as a results of Patrol Partners with @spite-sapphic-starlight, @gremlin-bot, and @half-dead-ham. Ham and Gremlin are my partners and Kate is the... stubborn QPP that got us together. XD What Once Was Lost, which I mentioned earlier, is from a WIP Swap. Gunebug started that fic, and I finished it. And then Of Clones and Time Bullshittery is a fic I started for the same WIP Swap, but Itallcomesbacktoandriel finished! I frankly adore how Andriel finished it too. ^-^

What's your all-time favorite ship? Ooh. That's a tough one. I'd have to say either Artemis FowlxTim Drake or Dead!Tired, which is Tim x Danny Fenton.

What's a WIP you want to finish but you doubt you will? So. I haven't actually posted this fic. I started in like the middle. But its a Danny Phantom, BatFam, and Scooby Doo crossover fic that I've called Danny Phantom & Batman in: The Mystery of the Mystery Kids. I'd be okay talking more about it in a separate post if people are interested.

What are your writing strengths? You see. I asked my friends about this because I don't usually get specifics, just get told I'm a good writer. Gremlin's exact quote when I asked was "I don't know I just like it." I did get complimented quite a bit on my charactizations of Artemis Fowl, so I'll take that win.

Writing weaknesses? I've been told I can make dialogue drag. Someone actually told me this in a comment telling me I should go back in fic despite me tagging the fic as "No Beta We Die Like Jason Todd".

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I don't think I've done it before, but once I'm further in my duolingo lessons, I'd love to incorporate Spanish or Japanese. Especially since I adore the Hispanic!Jason Todd headcanons.

First fandom you wrote for? It's technically two cause my first ever fic was a crossover with BatFam and Artemis Fowl.

Fav fic you have ever written? I- That's just cruel. I can't pick one. I really can't. They all hit my sweet spots in different ways.

Tag List: (Gremlin stole most of my list. XD) @precarious-hermit @the-stove-is-on-fire @tourettesdog @halfagone

#tag game #bewitchedforestasks #questions welcome #batman #artemis fowl #danny phantom #scooby doo #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #dc comics

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frecklystars · 1 year

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How do you want to handle Transformers going forward? You follow me, do you want me to softblock you if I post Transformers? What do you need us to do?

Thank you so much for asking, that's really sweet. There is nothing that you have to do!

I'm not going to blacklist every single Transformers Thing, because I still love Transformers so dearly and I want to reclaim the F/Os that I lost, Starscream especially. Avoiding it entirely is gonna train my brain to believe that it's a genuinely Dangerous Thing that I have to avoid for the rest of my life. I'm not gonna force myself to look directly at it 24/7, but I'm not going to turn away from it all either, if that makes sense

There's a few characters that I definitely have to blacklist, like Predaking/Skylynx/Darksteel might be permanent bc I have nightmares about them the most. Dreadwing and Breakdown I've had to blacklist as well, I don't know when I'd be able to reclaim those two again, but I notice that I have physical reactions when seeing these specific characters bc my ex-friend was so heavily associated w/ them, to the point of going to the hospital having rly intense panic attacks just from seeing her commissioning her S/I with them so often. I've also blacklisted all of TFA bc it was her favorite and I associated her with, like, everybody there. But TFA doesn't feel like a huge loss at all bc I never got into TFA in the first place. I'm sad I'm unable to ship w/ TFA Starscream (all Starlights are on the F/O list after all!!) but maybe one day I'll be able to change that. He's still gonna stay on my F/O list even if I may never interact w/ him.

I noticed that these characters are the ones where I'd be having the most intense reactions to, like getting rly sick/unable to keep any food down for full days, breaking out into hives, hyperventilating and shaking and crying, a total mess. Other characters that I used to feel SO comforted by, like Starscream and Bumblebee, I just get super sad and cry a lot bc I miss them so much and I wish I could feel safe around them again, but it doesn't give me a violent reaction... as often. It still happens, but not every single time like it did before. If I see her commissioned w/ them though, then yeah, that's the worst thing I can possibly see, is her S/I or OC with these characters. That's when I am inconsolable for days. My brain and body react as if I'm in danger. I automatically block anyone who interacts with her now.

I believe I can reclaim these characters if I associate them with people I trust... which is hard too, because I did trust this person who hurt me, and it really backfired on me. I still have a voice in the back of my head saying "don't trust ANYONE they're ALL gonna hurt you" but I'm ignoring it 99% of the time. I have some friends who LOVE to talk about Knockout, I think if I saw them posting abt Knockout on my dash, it would make me feel better. So in a way, seeing my friends talk about Transformers is actually helpful! Baby steps.

If the triggers get really bad I will just step away from the computer/phone for a while + binge cartoons that have no association with anyone whatsoever just to give my brain something else to think about. I've burned through sooo many shows this way. I have a lot of other triggers that aren't TF related but I associated w/ the person who hurt me, like the color pink was her Cybertronian OC's main color, and like... my walls in my room are pink. I got them painted that way for Bee and Puppycat just before the ptsd started and it was too late for me to repaint. I have so many pink clothes. I have some Princess Bubblegum and Pinkie Pie merch that's, well, pink. But I'm handling it better than I was months ago. On my worst days, I will leave my room so I can't look at my walls and I'll sleep on the couch. On my days where I'm not feeling as fragile/shaken up, I'll be able to sit in my room -- I'm sitting in my room right now! I'm sitting in my pink room and I'm just, not looking at it but I see it in the corner of my eye and I'm a little bit shaky but I'm not on the verge of a very horrible attack or anything. In a little while I'm gonna have to sit in a non-pink room for maybe an hour or so before I feel safe enough to come back to my bedroom. I'm going to eventually cover these walls with Cowboy Bebop posters and framed pictures of Spongebob characters.

What I'm trying to say is... I'm able to somewhat control what I see, I'm able to use grounding techniques if I get triggered by the "smaller" things (pink, crop tops, green eyes, etc). I'm blacklisting what I can, and if I need to, I'll block people who reblog her. I don't know if this is really a solid plan because I don't really know what I'm doing just yet, but like. I'm trying. I'm really trying, and if I need to change something then I'll surely figure it out over time. I've made it this far.

#anonymous #asks #thank you for asking!

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mcalhenwrites · 9 months

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So in preparation for moving, I'm going through all my stuff. I have a donation box, I have stuff I need to mail people (esp if I can get to some WIPs of gifts I have)... It's a bit overwhelming, bc health is so bad that getting everything done is hard. (That's also why I started packing last week. I know I can't do it at once with my low spoons.)

The elephant was made for a friend but I haven't talked to him in a long while (we just fell out of touch) and the poor thing is homeless, and this baby blanket continues to be unsold. I really wish I could place them somewhere and actually make some money (which would help, bc moving + S&H of some of the gifts I want to finish and send). But yeah. (Also, I hate etsy, I only use it to shop, and a lot of the artists I was buying from are begging for people to use their shops from their own websites due to the cut etsy takes these days. I don't have resources or web know-how, so... yeah. Whatever. haha.) Also, I miss my gremlin cat, she fucked up these (seahorse is mine iirc, but she got the cat charm's ear)... I really think the cat charm isn't too bad, maybe it could have a home someday too.

Then there's my collection of shit that I just... have either finished or is nearly finished or just needs a little more work?

I don't remember what stitch I was even USING on that baby blanket. The bunny just needs sewn. (Hate.) Same with the fucking pumpkin, that square bit of orange ombre. XD ACE FLAG TURTLE... That was supposed to be for a friend. Appa??? (I have yet to watch Avatar, meant to and never did, but I THINK that's the name) TEEPO (for myself) (I might be able to salvage it?) Um... Tikki from Miraculous Butterfly bc I wanted to make her, but never fucking finished... A PIG? A BUNNY? DUMPLING? CAT? I don't know. It's a fucking graveyard. This is only a dent in my WIPs, bc I still have Willow, Tessa, Lester (all OCs)... I packed Tessa and Lester away though. They'll wait till after the move. I want Willow done... if I can settle on his design finally LOL I also found a friend who runs a studio who'll take a bit of yarn I don't want off my hands. (Same one that Appa??? is meant for, actually, so maybe I can send it all together???) AND I FOUND IGNIS I WILL FINISH HIM FOR LATT I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL NOT LET THAT POOR MAN GO UNFINISHED (plus he can be sent with other stuff) And I know I have a sore spot about people always interacting with my crochet but ignoring my writing especially when I said, "I'm quitting crochet bc of fibro and to focus on my writing" and people reacted badly to the news, as if I wasn't posting shit like this years before I quit:

Yeah. Not sad that's behind me. ;A; Especially when I'm posting stuff like this and still wholly feel this sentiment:

And never had time to do it. And it felt like no one cared, and only recently does it feel like finally people do want my writing. IDK it's painful. It's a mess. I don't know if I can easily go back to crochet. If I do, I have to be so fucking careful to never fall into this pit, and I honestly am anxious about this post bc it's clear I do want to make gifts... but that attracted so many bad characters into my life. The free pattern demands, the free gift demands, some people being one week into trying to be my friend and thinking they're being crafty sending me amigurumi pictures of their favorite characters and going "I wish I had this" COOL GO LEARN TO CROCHET :) And people seeing what I did and never even commenting on my work, just going "pattern?!" or going "how did you do such and such and such" as if I am an instructor with all the free time in the world.

So that's why I only post OCs, and why I have told people not to share their gifts if they do get them... or to just simply not credit me if they post them. Do not leave a trail back to me. XD So yeah, weird history with crochet, but... maybe I'll get some OCs done after I clear stuff out. Focus on myself, bc I never do, despite saying I will. I seldom make myself the things I want to. And it's my time, materials, and spoons! Also, no, if I finish stuff, I'm not posting images unless it is OC related, unless it's a rare time like now that I'm okay with displaying a few projects. Which is nearly never. I have my writing back. I'm still depressed af, but mental health is still tons better bc I stopped guilting myself that my writing time needed to be crochet time. I missed it so bad. Not crying bc I am relieved, nope. :') (I'm crying.)

#mcalhen personal #sorry I'm making so many personal posts today

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alj4890 · 1 year

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Love Drabble

(Maxwell Beaumont x OC*Sherry Alcantar) in a Choices The Royal Heir Drabble

A/N In my Dark TRR AU, All Through the Night, I created Sherry to be Maxwell's love interest. She chased after him, determined to make him love her like she did him in that mystical AU and I loved her for it. I've been wanting to see what she could do in a normal world without magic and monsters. So, in this drabble, she is still a cousin to Rashad, and has decided to chase down Cordonia's celebrated author when he travels to Hollywood to discuss The Royal Romance's sequel.

I've lost my tag lists 🤦🏻‍♀️ So I have no clue who might want a Maxwell Beaumont drabble 😂 So whoever sees this and likes it. It's for you.

Masterlist

One Way or Another

Cordonia...

"Sherry," Rashad ran his hands down his face, "I'm not going to do that."

"Please!" Sherry pleaded. "You actually know him! All we have to do is fly to California-"

"No." He interrupted.

"And find out where he's staying. Then--"

"No." Rashad said a bit more emphatically.

"We'll then just casually bump into him and you can introduce me," She smiled a tad deviously, "your beloved cousin, and then I'll take it from there."

"Sherry." Rashad dropped his head back. "I'm not going to help you chase down another man. I've played this role in the past, and it always makes it awkward for me when I run into them after you've gotten tired of them."

He waved around the luxurious main drawing room of his duchy.

"I actually live near him and see him regularly at court functions! I'm on the council with him!"

"And Lady Hana." Sherry reminded him

"And Lady Han--," he abruptly cut off what he was about to say.

"Ugh." Sherry flopped back on his couch. "Why don't you just tell her you like her already?"

Rashad leveled a glare upon his cousin. He adored Sherry, but she was entirely too pushy and too sure when it came to matters of the heart. She didn't understand that normal people needed to move at their own pace.

"Fine. Don't end your, how many years is it now? Three?" She asked.

Rashad barely nodded.

"Don't end your three year longing from afar for Hana." She pushed herself off the couch. "I'm not waiting on Maxwell Beaumont to notice me."

"Why him?" Rashad perched his hip on the arm of a chair. "What made you finally notice him?"

Sherry shrugged. "While stuck on a photoshoot in Bora Bora, I read the first Royal Romance and I knew he was the one for me." She winked at him. "That's why I rushed home."

"Uh huh." Rashad studied her a few silent seconds. "If I do this-"

"I knew you wouldn't let me down!" Sherry bounded over to hug him.

"Once I introduce you to him, I'm done. No more helping you chase him until he dates you." Rashad gripped her upper arms. "Agreed?"

"Agreed." She clasped her hands together. "I'll go finish packing. Our flight leaves in three hours."

"Our flight leaves in..." Rashad couldn't believe her nerve in assuming he'd just give in to her demands.

He watched her skip out of the room as if this was something normal.

Shaking his head in exasperation, he wondered how Maxwell would react to being in a relationship with her.

He knew it was inevitable. No one stood a chance against his cousin. He only wished he could warn the poor guy.

************

"Which one?" Sherry held up two dresses.

Rashad sighed as he set a contract he was studying aside.

"I like the black one." He responded.

She dropped the red one and dashed to her room to change.

"You sure he'll be at the premiere?" She yelled out.

"Yes." Rashad got to his feet to pour a needed glass of bourbon. "Liam told me that they'd all been invited to Ryan Summers 's latest film." He took a long sip. "Ever since he played Maxwell in the first film, they've become good friends."

Sherry stepped back out and did a slow twirl. "Well?"

"You look nice." He straightened his tie. "Let's get this over with."

"Cheer up." She walked over to help him when he made it even more lopsided. "Hana will be there." Her lips turned up in a teasing smile. "Maybe you'll be able to get ten words out this time instead of the usual five."

"I can talk to her." He grumbled.

"I know you can." Sherry grasped his arms and shook him. "Remember that you're a catch too. She'd be lucky to have a man like you love her."

His frown turned into a shy smile. "You really think so?"

"I know so." She stepped behind him to push him towards the door. "Now let's go get our love stories started.

***********

Afterparty...

"Great movie." Maxwell responded. "I give it five stars."

"Thank you." Ryan replied, including the rest of the Cordonians he'd come to know in his gratitude. "It means a lot to me that you all came for this event."

"Are you kidding?" Riley teased. "We couldn't disappoint Maxwell 2.0 by missing this."

"Maxwell 2.0?" Ryan repeated with a laugh.

"That's what he calls you." Drake rolled his eyes. "What is it he says about Summers?"

"Ryan is an excellent imitation but he'll never be the OG." Hana promptly quoted.

The group chuckled while Maxwell sputtered to assure Ryan that he really did do an excellent job as The Royal Romance version of Maxwell Beaumont.

"Thanks." Ryan didn't bother to smother his laughter. "I have some more guests to greet." He waved as he walked away. "But come find me later to talk about the next book."

"Now what do we do?" Drake asked.

"Enjoy the party, of course." Riley told him.

She linked her arm with Liam's, smiling when he asked her to dance.

"I'm going to the bar." Drake snagged a few hors d'oeuvres along his way.

Maxwell breathed out a long breath.

"Are you all right?" Hana gently placed her hand on his arm.

"It's hard keeping up the Maxwell Media Mogul persona." He looked about at all the famous, important faces. "I feel out of place half the time."

"Well, we think you are doing great." Hana told him.

"Really?"

She nodded with an encouraging smile.

"Thanks Hana." He slung his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her close. "You're the best."

She hugged him back. "I think I'm going to see what desserts they have, would you like me to bring you back a plate of something?"

"Yes, please." He begged. "I think this is a night to both stress eat and stress dance."

She giggled while promising to bring him back enough treats to relax.

He watched her leave and felt his nervousness return.

"Maxwell?"

He turned around with a ready smile, only to stare in surprise at the sight of Rashad with a stunning date on his arm.

He'd always thought the man was in love with Hana.

My powers of love detection must be way off, he thought to himself.

"Hey." Maxwell greeted warmly. "I didn't know you were coming to this."

"Neither did I." Rashad let out an oomph when Sherry elbowed him. "Have you, uh, met my cousin, Lady Sherveen Alcantar?"

Maxwell studied the gorgeous face for a few seconds.

"I don't think I have." He held his hand out.

She took it, smiling up at him. "I've been hoping for a chance to meet you."

"You have?"

She nodded, stepping closer. "I'm a huge fan of your books."

"You...you are?" Maxwell colored some under those mesmerizing gray eyes of hers. "Thank you."

Rashad rolled his eyes as he stepped away. "Excuse me a moment, I see someone I need to say hello to."

"Say hi to Hana for me." Sherry told him, keeping Maxwell dead in her sights.

Maxwell swore he heard Rashad curse as he walked away.

"So, uh, Lady Sherveen--"

"Call me Sherry." She insisted.

"Sherry." He smiled once more at her. "What's been your favorite part from my books?"

She bit down on her bottom lip while gazing up at him through her long lashes.

"I loved every part you were in."

The tips of Maxwell's ears turned red over that complement.

"Ah. Um." He took a step back when she moved even closer. "I, I was around for a lot of the uh drama and romance."

"I know." Sherry cornered him back against a wall. "You became a man I have been very anxious to meet."

He swallowed nervously, eyes darting around for one of his friends to help him. He didn't know why he felt the need for backup, but something about this woman made him anxious.

"In fact, you're the reason I am ready to come back to Cordonia."

He stilled, brow furrowed in confusion. "Me?"

"Yes." She grinned up at him. "I thought the court would be filled with proper, dull people obsessed with etiquette and waltzing. If I'd known someone fun like you was there, I'd have quit my job and come straight back home for good."

"You would?" He began to relax in finding a kindred spirit. "I'd um, I'd have liked that." His dimples deepened with his grin. "I mean if you'd have been there."

Her eyes cut to the crowd at the party once more as she felt the beginning of a plan form. "You want to get out of here?"

"And do what?"

"Have a night on the town of course!" She grasped his hand giving it a playful tug. "We're in the City of Angels! The club scene alone here kicks this party's butt much less all the cool places one can get into trouble."

"Trouble?" He felt his desire to escape with her fight his brother's dogmatic teachings that he couldn't embarrass his family and friends. "Maybe we should stay here."

Sherry pouted playfully. "You're really going to let me go off alone to have a good time?"

His eyes widened again. He didn't know this woman. He knew she was Rashad's cousin, but other than that he had no clue who she really was. And yet, hadn't he not known who Riley was when he first invited her to Cordonia?

Look how great that turned out, he thought to himself. I ended up with a new best friend and helped Liam find the love of his life.

Maybe Sherry is destined to become a new friend. A really, really hot friend.

"Let's do it!"

Sherry's effervescent smile caused his heart to feel like it was doing somersaults.

Her eyes darted around the room until she found the closest exit. She leaned in even closer to Maxwell, allowing him not only a generous view of her cleavage but also the enticing scent of orange blossoms to tease his senses.

"When I give you the signal, go out that door." She whispered.

"What's the signal?"

Sherry flopped her long back hair over her shoulder, winked at him, then took off running.

Maxwell let out a startled whoop and ran after her.

This, he thought with a grin, was going to be one crazy night.

*************

Outside, Maxwell whistled in appreciation when the valet drove up in a red Aston Martin DBS.

"This yours?" He asked.

Sherry slid into the driver's side and winked at him. "Maybe."

His eyes widened. "Whose is it?"

"I'll tell you later." She shifted into first gear, revving the engine. "You coming or what?"

Swallowing with a quick glance around for cop cars, he hopped over the passenger door. He landed perfectly in the seat, snapping his seatbelt in place.

With a delighted laugh, Sherry hit the gas and sped off into the night.

"So...where to?" Maxwell asked.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

He gulped. He didn't know why he was filled with the need to impress this serendipitous woman, but he was.

"Let's do something unexpected!" He exclaimed.

"Unexpected..." Sherry pulled out her phone and made a quick call. "Hey! I'm calling in that favor you owe me."

Maxwell watched her charm her way into getting what she wanted.

"There we go." She tossed her phone into the cupholder and shifted into a higher gear. "Something unexpected coming up!"

***********

A little while later...

"Where are we?" Maxwell whispered as they walked up to the back of a large building.

"You'll see." Sherry took his hand, guiding him towards a plain looking door.

She carefully knocked in a tempo that he swore was Queen's We Will Rock You song.

The door cracked open, giving a bare sliver of light.

"You got mud on your face." A voice whispered.

"You big disgrace." Sherry whispered in response. "Kicking your can all over the place."

The door opened all the way much to Maxwell's shock.

"After you." Sherry gently pushed him through the pitch black doorway.

He reached back and gripped her hand. He had the most uneasy feeling that he'd just entered the beginning of his downfall.

And for some strange reason, he believed the woman who had brought him here would save him.

As they followed a shadowed figure up six flights dimly lit stairs, he began to imagine all the nefarious activities that awaited him when they reached their destination.

They'll cut me open and harvest my organs leaving me in a tub of ice. Or, they'll kill me. Maybe hold me for ransom. Bertrand will never pay what they ask for. Sherry could sell me as a sex slave.

That last thought had him thinking about Sherry possibly wanting him for her own slave.

They'll want to steal my ideas for my next book. Get all the dirt on Liam and Riley. Nothing they can do will make me reveal anything! They'll--

"Here we are." Sherry turned around towards Maxwell with a black cloth in her hands.

Oh my god, she's going to kill me!

"Close your eyes and lean down."

He blinked and slowly did as she asked.

Her smile was so excited.

Are all murderesses this happy with their intended victims?

She tied the black scarf around his eyes.

"Can you see anything?" She asked.

"No." His voice cracked.

I hope I don't see the weapon she chooses.

She took his hand again, lacing her fingers with his.

He was tugged forward. He thought he heard some clicks and then a door shut off in the distance.

"Keep your eyes closed." Sherry ordered.

"Okay." He mumbled, bending down once more so she could untie the scarf.

Sherry felt her heart melt over his face being so close to her own. His eyes were shut tight like a little boy's would be waiting on a present. She thought he was so adorable that she couldn't resist trying one more thing with him before he opened his eyes.

She tenderly cupped his face between her hands and pressed her lips to his.

Maxwell jumped in reaction, yet kept his eyes shut.

So it is a sex slave thing.

His arms wound around her waist the moment she moved closer to his body.

This definitely isn't the worst way she could kill me.

Sherry broke away, breathing hard from the passion in his response. She looked up at him in awe that she'd finally experienced the perfect kiss.

She'd certainly kissed enough men in the past to know when it was the one she'd been dreaming of.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Maxwell asked.

"What?" She ran her fingers through her hair then straightened her black dress. "Let me um, let me get you into position."

She moved him a little to the left then turned him around. "Now."

He opened his eyes then blinked until the room came into focus. His lips parted on a gasp as he looked around.

"What is this place?"

"I brought you to MoDS." She grinned up at him. "The Museum of Dream Space."

"Wow!" He stepped forward into a room of colored lights that made it look like something from another world. "This is incredible!"

Sherry beamed as he exclaimed over how cool this museum was.

"What made you think to bring me here?" He asked, darting into another room designed to give a new light experience.

She lowered her eyes. He could tell in the softer lights of this room that a blush was forming.

"I don't know." She clasped her hands behind her back. "I guess I thought from the way you write, that you would appreciate something like this."

"You thought right!" He twirled about in the next room they came to, trying to take it all in.

He noticed her mysterious, onset bashfulness and reached behind her for her hand.

"Dance with me." He yanked her into his arms.

"Dance?" She laughed, returning to her former confident self. "Here?"

"We have different colored sparkling globes all around us." He explained. "This room is crying out for a dance."

"Then we need music." She told him.

"Already taken care of." He held his phone up with a grin.

"A slow song?" She slipped her arms around his neck. "I pictured you picking something more up tempo."

"Maybe I wanted an excuse to hold you close." He grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

"Maybe you don't need an excuse." She rose up on her tiptoes to meet his lips with her own.

Sherry felt her heart nearly beat out of her chest with how much this second kiss was more perfect than the first.

"Wow." Maxwell mumbled against her lips. "We really should do that more often."

All she could do was nod in absolute agreement.

"You want to see the other rooms?"

He shrugged. "I don't think they'll be near as perfect as this one."

Sherry giggled, pressing another quick kiss to his lips. "We won't know how perfect they are until we get in there."

"So an experiment, hmm?" He winked at her, taking her hand once more in his. "I'm down for that."

**************

A few hours later, the two were sitting near a brightly lit fountain, eating fast food, and talking about everything that came to mind.

"Okay, I gotta know." Maxwell waved toward where they'd left the car. "Whose is that?"

"Part of me wants to mess with you some more and either leave it a mystery or say I stole it." Sherry grinned at him. "But since you are so cute, I'll tell you the truth."

"I knew my adorableness would open doors for me one day." He mumbled around a huge bite of his burger.

She giggled, stealing some of his fries. "It's mine. Or at least, exactly like mine. I rented this one here."

"Nice. Is yours back in Cordonia?"

"Uh huh." She finished off her burger and searched for a napkin. "Domvalier."

Maxwell reached over with his napkin to wipe some mustard off her chin.

Their eyes met. Grins formed the longer they looked at one another.

"So? Since you clearly have the best taste in cars," Maxwell got to his feet, snagging her hand along the way, "Wanna take me out another night on the town once we're back home?"

With a smooth move, he had her back in his arms, forehead touching hers.

"Ummm," she replied with a laugh, "no."

Maxwell jerked back in surprise. He'd been so certain she liked him as much as he liked her.

She grasped his tie, pulling him down into a long, deep kiss.

Her silvery gray eyes held his ocean blue as she whispered.

"I'm going to need a lot of nights on the town with you."

#choices trr #the royal romance #choices the royal heir #trr maxwell #maxwell x oc #maxwell x sherry #maxwell beaumont #choices #trr hana lee #trr rashad #choices the stories you play #choices the royal romance

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OC Questions

Tagged by @alnaperera and you can see their post here

Passing the tag onto @queen-tashie @deanwax @words-after-midnight @sarahlizziewrites and anyone else who wants to accept an open tag :)

I've not been writing much due to responsibilities in the real world (boo!) but that doesn't meant that I've not been thinking about my WIPs :) I'm ready to go in the new year once my course is over, and I have time on my hands again to chip away at my characters!

Mave from Blood Harmony has been doing the most laps in my head lately, so I'll answer for her!

5 words to physically describe your OC

Tall, unruly, scowling, muscular and seething-ball-of-barely-contained-rage

Who inspired your OC?

She's not inspired by anyone in particular- just my own anger issues and frustrations. Mave is who I could be if taking a crowbar to someone's knee caps was socially acceptable and actually solved my problems.

(I wouldn't actually react with violence, I just count to ten and have a cup of tea instead!!)

Give me a song to define your OC

Bolt Cutters and the Family Name

If I met your OC on the street, how would they greet me?

Mave wouldn't greet you; she's more likely to cross the road to avoid making eye contact. But if you did insist, you'd be greeted with a fist to the face, knee to the groin, or a crowbar to the knee, depending upon her mood. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

I don't think so; Mave doesn't really have friends, just people who are useful to her. That said, she is growing as a person, so who knows! Maybe one day, after she's been to therapy!

1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC

Angry Person

#tag game

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Chapter-2

Stars to my moon

Genre: Soulmate Au! Idol Au! Angst;fluff;drama;romance, poly Au!

Pairing: ot7×f!OC

Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

word count: 5k(approx)

Chapter-2

Jin has tried everything in his power to search for her soulmate. When they reached the dorm from the airport that night, the maknaes had already spread the news to the other members, who then asked him the same questions the maknaes did in the car. He looks at his soul mark, remembering the excitement of his members. He knew they were happy for him but it wasn't just happiness in their eyes but also hope. Hope that they too can meet their soulmate and that it wasn't impossible to do so in their world.

They only just set foot in the dorm when the members bombarded Jin with questions about his soulmate, letting him know the maknaes didn't hold back from sharing the information with the other members.

"Yah!" he raises his voice, making the members go quiet.

"One by one, I'll answer all your questions one by one! Namjoon-ah, you go first." he says as they all settle on the couch in the living room, leaving their luggage at the entrance; that could be handled afterward.

The latter opens his mouth "Do you know who it is, Hyung?"

Jin knew his first question will be; " It must be the girl I bumped into since it's clear the mark appeared at the airport." He says.

"How can you be sure, Hyung? There were so many people at the airport. It could be any one of them." The question comes from Suga, leave it to this guy to always ask the most rational questions.

"Because when I touched her forehead, this weird zap of electricity passed through us and I know she felt it too. Also, I didn't come in contact with any other person besides us, our team, and her. So she has to be the one to give me this." He explains while looking fondly at his mark and making the younger nod in response.

"How are we going to find her then? Do you know her name? how she looks?" Hoseok questions.

"I didn't have the time to ask her name but I do know that she cursed in Spanish, maybe its her first language so she might be a Spaniard or Mexican.

And from appearance, she had beautiful amber almond-shaped eyes and brunette hair. Her complexion was wheatish. And oh! She had a mole a little beneath her left eye. That's all I know." Jin answerd lost in his own world just thinking about his soulmate.

"We should tell the company, they'll be able to find her before us."

As per Taehyung's advice, Jin told their CEO, Bang Si Hyuk, the very next day over dinner.

"So, how did your shoot go? And performance? Anything interesting happened?" the question was asked casually by his Hyung but one that had his heart racing, he was nervous about telling him the news; he didn't know how he'll react, as their boss or their older brother. He was hoping for it to be the latter.

"The shoots went great, the music video for Black Swan came out a masterpiece really. Everyone worked so hard. And the performance was good too; we enjoyed it, hopefully, we'll perform our own song at the Grammys soon." He replies. "Our schedule is packed for later this month with the release of the album. We all are a little nervous but we hope our fans will love this album as much as the other ones."

"We'll have a celebratory dinner soon, for the success of the album, I suppose." Band Pd Nim says knowing well their Army will never let them down.

"Hmm. Also, yes something interesting did happen but not in the states rather when we landed. I got my soul mark" he says showing him his ring finger, making the older freeze for a second before he opened his mouth with a big grin "Congratulations! Jin. Why didn't you lead with that? That's great news. You should've brought them along, I would love to meet them."

His reply led Jin to release a breath of relief. "That's the problem, I had an encounter with her briefly at the airport but I didn't know she was it at the time. I found out later, So I need your help to find her. She's a tourist, as far as I know. We don't know for how long she'll be here."

" Don't worry, we'll find her. I'll spread the news in the circle," his hyung reassures.

The company started the search for the girl the best they could with the provided information; Jin was also doing his part, trying to find her on social media.

There wasn't much he could do, being a celebrity.

With each passing day, Jin started to become more and more gloomy. The members tried to keep his spirits up, they even had an argument with the searching team for showing such incompetency. His mood was making his members worry for him, sure not having found their soulmate even after so many years bothered the other members deeply but they knew even though Jin didn't show it, he was the most affected by this fact, and now when he knew he did have one, fate was playing games with him. All they wanted was for him to be happy.

Unfortunately, Luck wasn't on his side; a week passed but the company couldn't find any trace of the girl in the capital but considering the size and population of Seoul, there was still hope. At least that was what Jin was being told.

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Jin was sitting on the couch in the living room with Jungkook. They were trying to find his soulmate on social media; the maknae came up with the idea a few days ago. The latter showed him his skills and knowledge of the online world; when they heard Namjoon.

"Hyung!" he comes in wheezing, bending down with both his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

Seeing his state, Jin gets up to get him a glass of water. Being the eldest, he has always tried his best to take care of the members, always taking care of their needs.

"Thank you, Hyung." Namjoon says, taking the glass from his hands and drinking its contents.

"Now, care to explain why you're in such a hurry?" Jin asks, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Hyung, can you please describe your soulmate to me again?" he requests.

Jin nods, pulling back the memory he has been visiting often in the past week. He tries to describe her as close to reality as he could; mentioning her mole beneath the left eye, her amber eyes, brunette hair that he is sure goes just far enough to settle at the middle of her back, and all the other little details he didn't have time to process at that time.

His words make Namjoon's eyes wide "It was her!" he whispers to himself though the older could already hear, considering their proximity.

"Who, Namjoon-ah?" he asks just to make sure what he heard was right.

"Her Jinnie-Hyung! Your soulmate!" he exclaims. His words make Jin's heart beat a little faster, hope; that's what he's feeling right now.

"Where? How? when?" He blurts out his question, all ready to bolt out the door to find his soulmate.

"I was at Han river, that's where I met her! I don't know if she's still there, but we should go check." Jin nods and moves to grab the car keys, but Jungkook beats him to it, announcing he's driving.

"I drive better than you, Hyung!"

On the drive, Namjoon is again bombarded with questions by Jin about his soulmate.

"How do you know it was her?" "Did you talk to her?" "Did you ask her name?"

"Hyung! Calm down! she had the same features as you told, not to forget the mole beneath her left eye."

"And her name is Selene."

"Selene." Jin tries her name on his tongue. Such a lovely name.

"Do you know anything else?" he asks again, before the former could say anything in return.

"We're here!" The maknae informs them.

All of them get out of the car.

They search for her from one corner of the bridge to another; in the cold wind, they didn't even remember to bring their coats. But that doesn't matter, for them, the most important thing right now was to find Jin's soulmate.

"Where did you last see her, Namjoonie Hyung!"

"There," the older replies, pointing to the bench near where he left her.

"We should also look at the park." "Good idea, Jungkookie. You go there with Hyung; I'll keep on looking here."

As Namjoon is left alone, he ponders if he should tell his Hyung everything he learned about her. Most importantly, should he tell him she doesn't want a soulmate? That she hates the idea of having a soulmate right now? Shouldn't he give him some kind of warning regarding her past? But he, himself, told her that there's no harm in spilling her heart's content to a stranger, and she trusted him. How can he break her trust? And why does he care about her;some stranger he met an hour ago?

It would be wrong to cheat her. What if she doesn't trust anyone else with her secrets again if he breaks it now?

But can he lie to his Hyung? He brushed the subject off when he asked before; What will he say if he asks again? If he does lie and later Jin gets to know about him being aware of her past, will he forgive him? Better yet, will he be able to forgive himself?

His heart grows heavy, having to choose between doing the right thing and having his Hyung's back. How can he solve his heart's dilemma?

No, he shakes his head. Jin is a charming man; he'll be able to make his place inside her heart. Even if it'll take time, he has absolute confidence in his Hyung. She thinks right now that she won't be able to love someone again, especially, her soulmate but they're meant to be; they are each other's halves; eventually, Jin will grow on her.

After looking for a while, the members meet up again feeling dejected.

To Jin, it felt like having something you desire so close and not being able to reach it. And close she was, why couldn't the universe just give him a break; let him have one thing without struggle? Maybe he wasn't its favorite; after so many years of misery, it showed him a glimmer of hope, only for his sky to fill back up with dark clouds. He sighs, having no idea how much longer he can play this game with the universe.

On their way back home, Namjoon tells them that they should talk with Bang PD Nim tomorrow. The new information might help to find her a little quickly.

As everyone moves to go back to their rooms, Jin feels a hand on his shoulder;

"Don't worry Hyung, even if we couldn't find her today, we did come a step closer after knowing her name. You'll meet her soon enough." Jungkook consoles, making him smile sadly at him as he nods his head in return and disappears into his room.

Namjoon is lying in his bed looking up at the ceiling, lost in thought; trying to justify why he risked his safety today when he saw her crying. What was it about her that pulled him towards her, wanting nothing more than to wipe those tears away? Was it because she's Jin Hyung's soulmate? but he didn't know about that fact before, so why was he acting that way? How could he be attracted to his Hyung's soulmate?

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Selen's pov-

On my first day in Busan; I went to the Haeundae beach for a relaxing day. But it turned out not to be the best decision. Seeing all these couples, it just broke my heart further, to not have Eric by my side anymore. He had the ability to make everything better for me.

I stayed at the beach soaking up the sun, trying to ignore all the couples, for 3 long hours before deciding to have had enough of it.

I packed my stuff up and throw over a dress over my red strip bikini, ready to get out of this personal hell.

I wander around the streets of Busan for an hour before I see an Art museum. I've always loved art; even though I have no idea or experience in anything related to it, I mean sure I tried but it turned out to be a disaster, I decided just then to spare the universe of my doings. I still love the art of making something come alive with your imagination and the brush of your hands.

I walk around the museum; looking at the paintings, trying to decipher the meaning behind each one. That's my favorite part about it, guessing what message was the artist trying to convey with their art.

My day ends up in a pretty restaurant. I try their Kimbap with Jajangmyeon noodles for the first time after coming to the country. And to say it was delicious would be an understatement, makes me think about why did I wait so long to eat these dishes. For most of my first week here, I was eating the dishes I knew of and tried before like ramen and rice and all.

The next day, I go to see the infamous Oryukdo Skywalk and boy did it take my breath away. The view was so serene I would set my camp up here if I could. I mean, I knew Korea was beautiful but I didn't know it was this breathtaking. My only regret would be not sharing this experience with Eric. If only we had come here before everything went downhill. Thinking about him my hands automatically go to feel the necklace on my neck; it has become a habit of mine now. Every time I think about him, my hands hold the necklace as if to assure me of his presence.

I spend my whole day at the Skywalk; enjoying the scenery and serenity of the place. I have seen people here giving me side eyes mostly because I am a foreigner but I know it's also because of my skin. Being kind and respectful, Korea still had its dark side which was the beauty standards they have set for women here. I don't get affected by it anymore; I was a south Asian adopted by a lonely widow Spaniard woman, I have experienced these side-eyes all my life. I'm not brown but my skin color is still a little dull though that wasn't the main reason I was bullied in high school but rather for being of a different race and having a different ethnicity.

Except for my genes, I have gotten nothing from my birth country. Even my name was chosen by my mom, she changed whatever name I had before, the reason being that it was my new start and why would I want to keep something of my birth parents when they didn't even want to keep me and fair enough.

My little picnic is interrupted by the sound of rumbling coming from my stomach, reminding me I have yet to eat something since breakfast. I sigh, getting up from my place and brushing my jeans off any dirt. I make my way trying to find a good restaurant nearby on my phone.

After getting my fill, I call a cab to go back to my Hotel.

On my third day in Busan, I got a little cultural and visited the Haedong Yonggungsa Temple. Upon arrival, I was greeted by 12 zodiac stone figures.

I love visiting temples, and this one, in particular, is beautiful, nestled on a mountain. The weather was exceptionally good too, which added to the charm of the Temple. Climbing the steps didn’t feel tiring and I was pumped up to find out what made this temple such a hit with locals and tourists. The place is beautiful, overlooking the ocean. I stayed till 4 in the evening to explore the place, making a wish at their lucky pond, basking in the calm of the place, before moving on to the next stop for the day.

By the time I reach the Bupyeong kkangtong Night market, the sun started to set. I pay the driver and look at the hundreds of options for me to feast on. The food choices range from caramelized fruits to many kinds of skewers, pancakes & special delicacies that are specialties of Busan. I heard it was the perfect place to experience Busan's food culture, and I can see why so. The place was amazing; the street was covered to protect the stalls sizzling with deliciousness.

I try many things; Fish, silkworm, and a couple of fusion dishes with some dessert. The food was delightful.

As I was going to get a drink I felt my phone buzz, seeing the caller ID, my lips curl upwards, I had yet to talk to my mother after coming to Busan so I was glad to see her call.

"Hi, Mama. How are you?" I answer the call with questions spurting out of my mouth.

"I'm good, Mi Hija. You tell me how are you?" She questions back.

"I'm great, Mama. Trying to explore the culture. I'm at the Night Market right now, It's known for its street food and Mama, is it delicious. I wish you could taste it as well." I say, not watching where I was going I bump into a man.

"Sorry!" I say, briefly looking back at the masked man before moving forward.

"Maybe next time. Did you get something for me yet?" She asks me making me roll my eyes still smiling.

"Yes, Mama. Did you think I'll forget? Have some faith in your daughter Mama." I reply

"Of course not, Mi Hija. I was just curious. What did you buy?" obviously not saying the truth. I let it go.

"Nah-uh, I'm not telling," I say, calling over for the taxi.

"Actually, Mama I wanted to speak to you about something."

"Yes, Mi Hija."

"I was looking for a university to enroll for my Masters. Would Seoul be a bad idea for it?"

"No, my baby. If you want to do your study in Seoul, you should." She reassures me, following up with, "You liked Seoul that much huh?"

"It's a really nice place, it gives me calm." She hums in response.

"Well, we'll see to the formalities. Choose a university and look for a place then." "And Mi Hija, You'll be alright," she says before cutting the call.

Her words make my hand reach for my locket once again. But all I felt was my skin. I looked down at my chest but it wasn't there. I move around my seat searching for it, but it wasn't there either. My heart started pounding rapidly, as tears filled my eyes. All I could think was I couldn't lose it, that was the last thing Eric gave me. The necklace was the last link between him and I, something i wasn't ready to let go of yet.

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I went back to the market, frantically searching for the piece on the trail I took. I looked everywhere, but it was nowhere. Did someone found it? Did they throw it away? How am I going to find them? I tried asking the stall managers if they found it or saw someone take it. But it wasn't getting me anywhere. All they did is shook their heads; no one saw anything.

I searched for my precious gift for 2 hours; it was getting late. The rush on the street was disappearing. The night was getting quieter as I sat there crying on the side of the footpath. Why does the universe like to play games with me so much? Now it took the last memory of Eric from me. Why could it not just give me a fucking break? I was so fucking sick and tired of its bullshit.

A hand came on my shoulder; I looked up to see an aged man, around his sixties he must be, by the looks of the wrinkles on his face.

"Trouble, child?" He asks me with a soft smile.

I shake my head, sniffling. I use my jumper's sleeves to make sweater paws to wipe my nose.

"I lost my locket. Have you seen it anywhere?" I ask him, taking out my phone, and showing him a close-up picture of me so the necklace would be visible.

"No. I'm sorry, child. It must mean so much to you to be fussing over it this much." He says. I nod in reply.

"It's okay; I'm sure you'll find it. Come back in the morning to look for it in the daylight. It's too late for you to sit here all alone like this."

"But what if it's not gone yet and someone takes it by then?"

"Someone might have already taken it. You can't put yourself in danger over what-ifs child. Go home."

I nod, getting up and bowing down to say thank you to him before making my way to flag down a taxi.

My only hope now is to come back early in the morning to search for it. I am not ready to lose it.

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Jimin and Jungkook came back to visit their families during the break. The others, too, went back to their home cities hoping to spend some quality time with their own families before they start the promotions of the album.

Both the members agreed to meet for drinks and their tradition to see who can eat more street food. Which was nothing more than justifying the amount of food they were going to devour. If they present it as a bet, the people won't judge. Or that's what their logic says.

The fellows skipped on the street, teasing each other. Happy with being surrounded by so much food. They knew they were going to have to work harder in the gym. To balance their bodies after consuming all of this fat here, but right now, they couldn't care less. It was all worth it in their eyes.

"Jungkook-ah, can you eat seven packets of ramen in one sitting by yourself?" Jimin asks, making him raise his eyebrow.

"Yah! Jiminshi. Wanna make a bet?"

Jimin backs down immediately, "No, No. Pfttt. You could fit a truck in there if you tried."

Everyone knew to avoid Jungkook's competitive side. If he gets competitive, he'll only be satisfied after destroying you.

They both laughed at Jimin's comment, not seeing where they were going. Jimin bumps into someone sending a wave of static energy in his hand. He turns around to see if they're okay, but the girl didn't stop. Shouting an apology, she went along her way.

Jimin shrugged, ready to move forward when he sees something shiny on the ground. He bends down to pick up the object.

"Do you think it belongs to her?" He asks Jungkook, showing him the shiny piece of jewelry.

Instead of replying, Jungkook grabs his hand, taking him out of the street and towards their car.

Just as the doors to their car close, he asks, "When did you get it? It wasn't there before, right?"

Jimin has no idea what Jungkook is asking about, "What are talking about?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"The mark, Jiminie-hyung!"

Jimin freezes as he looks down at his hand, and sure enough, there it sat in all its glory, a shining star on his ring finger.

Silence fills the car as neither of them utters a word. Jimin is processing the news, lost in his thoughts, while Jungkook gives him time to do so.

After a few minutes, as the former comes to terms with the fact that he had met his soulmate just now, his mind starts running at full speed. Who could it be? How is he going to find them? Busan is a big city; he can't just go around knocking at every door asking to touch people.

As he starts to get frantic, he feels a hand on his own. He looks up at the youngest member. Even without words, the younger has made Jimin's heart calm down a little.

Jimin closes his eyes as he sighs. A breath of relief escapes his lips. Even if it's just been three years for him, seeing his older members, he didn't have much hope, which changed when Jin got his mark. What a coincidence, they both get their marks just a week apart.

His eyes open as he remembers the locket he is still holding. Could it be the girl that he just bumped in? I mean, sure, their hands did brush for a second. It's clear that the mark wasn't there before, so it must have been at the market only. And he didn't come in contact with anyone else before that.

His thoughts are interrupted by the voice coming from beside him, "Hyung? Does your mark look like Jin Hyung's to you?" he frowns, looking back at his mark. Now that he sees it, it does resemble their Hyung nim's a little.

"Should we ask him to send a picture?" he suggests. Jungkook takes his phone out to do so right away.

They text Jin, wanting to see if their suspicion was correct. They wait for a few minutes before Jin's reply comes.

Both the members stare at the picture and Jimin's mark, trying to see even a hint of difference but failed. The realization of both; Jin and Jimin being soulmates of the same girl sets down heavily in their hearts. What game was fate playing?

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Annyeonghaseyo, Babies.

Here's a treat for you. A longer chapter. This is the longest I've written yet. Thank you all for your support.

Also, Buckle up. The rides gonna get crazier.

Borahae!

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coylesboytoy-moved · 10 months

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i really want to hear your opinions on all of your outlast trials questions 👀

Hell yeah! Thank you!! 🥰 All my answers are below.

Have you played OLT yourself, or have you only seen Let's Plays? // I've played excessively. I bought it the day it was released.

Is/are your reagent(s) a self-insert of yourself, or are they OCs? // He was a self-insert and kind of still is, but I have given him his own name.

What is/are your reagent(s) names? // Alex / Alexander. He looks like an Alex. I make the same one every time.

What's a brief backstory of your reagent(s)? // I don't have one yet besides he's somewhere between 25-35 and was kidnapped off the streets by Murkoff.

What is your favourite trial/program? // It started off as Kill The Snitch, and I do still love it, but after playing so much and the devs making things too easy... I kiiinda like Program 3/Orphanage more now 'cause there's more to do and it's a bit harder to evade enemies.

What is your favourite challenge overall, or favourite one from each Program? // I really like Feed The Children / the one where you go collect 5 bottles of bleach for yummy bleach-and-body-parts soup, and both of the Kill The Snitch challenges.

How many reagents have you released? // 4, I think. On the way to releasing a fifth later tonight.

Who is your favourite lesser ex-pop? // I like the girl that walks around mostly because her VA did such an incredible job.

Who is your favourite main ex-pop/prime asset? // [giggles] Coyle...

Who is your least favourite lesser ex-pop? // That goddamn screamer. Or maybe the woman hiding in lockers and under desks that never shuts the fuck up.

Who is your least favourite main ex-pop/prime asset? // Well since there's only two, I guess Gooseberry is my 'least favourite'.

Do you play solo or in a group? Which do you prefer? Would you be willing to try one or other if you haven't yet? // Solo. Never played with anybody else. :/ I never planned on playing w/ anyone else bc I really don't think I'd enjoy it, I think horror games should stay solo, but I've had a few people ask. I don't think I'll play though, one unfollowed me lmao and the others have people to play with, so.

Regardless of the trial and their objective, which map and/or map section is your favourite? // I love how Fun Park looks, it makes me a bit nostalgic for a fair/carnival I used to go to annually growing up.

Do the sound jumpscares ever get you? // Yes. I'm super desensitized to horror and don't usually react to anything, but the fucking noise jumpscares in Trials are SO loud and so unexpected, they make me jump almost every time.

Do you like the music (ambient music, chase music, end-trial music)? // Yes. I love the menu music, and the music that plays at the very end of the Program 2 trials/challenges.

Do you like the release protocol? If not, what would you change about it? // I like it. I like that we get to put all that we've learned in the 3 programs to use (the reel, the tuners, the keys, etc). Idk, I think it's fine as is. It's overwhelming the first time you go in, but after that, it's smooth sailing.

What kind of new trial or new enemy would you like to see? // I would like to see an evil corrupt priest prime asset, maybe pay an homage to the Father from OL1 or the whole cult nonsense from OL2. Bigger maps would be cool.

What would you like to see changed or implemented into the game in the future? Get creative! // Definitely stop making it easier and easier. More passive voicelines from everyone, especially Coyle, and fix them so they stop overlapping/interrupting each other. I want to see more cosmetics and room decor options. I also want to see simple emotes (sit down, lay down, maybe a silly little dance) and more comms wheel options. Text chat that's only set to groups would be nice as well, but it would need to be heavily monitored and regulated to limit toxicity. Not everyone has- nor wants to use a mic.

How many hours do you have in the game? 100hrs.

Have you played the other Outlast games (DLCs included), or is this your first time~? Do you like other horror games? // Yes, I've played and re-played all OL games and dlcs many times. I replayed everything months ago after playing the OLT beta.

Are you easily frightened by the game, or do you consider it a joyride? (AKA, are you as desensitized as OP)? // Joyride. I've been looking for something to make me feel something or make me genuinely uncomfortable, but nothing has, not since Amnesia The Dark Descent first came out in 2010 (minus the brief, mild discomfort OL2 gave me). I feel OLT is their most watered down game yet, and it's really disappointing to see them censoring and limiting themselves... because Outlast is the no.1 series I have praised for years for being the ONLY horror series/developer that has the balls to put out really extreme, uncensored content. And now they've made it kinda boring and less extreme. :/ I am completely desensitized to horror and don't experience fear.

Any funny moments you'd like to share? // I have some funny videos I never posted of shoving Coyle back out of the way with a door, and of him spinning in place lol.

Any bullshit kills you'd like to share (glitches included)? // I think it was the second or third hardest difficulty of Fun Park in Program 2. Two different instances. First time, I was in a pitch black room and wasn't moving, but Gooseberry--who had no idea I was there and was just patrolling--suddenly bolts straight for me out of nowhere?? And another time, I was hiding in a bin, and she did not see me go in, I wasn't peeking, but all of a sudden she bolts straight for me again, pulls me out, and kills me in one-shot when I had 5 full bars of health.

Any funny glitches you've encountered? // I guess the aforementioned stuff might be glitches.

Would you recommend the game to others in its current state (early access)? // Yes. For early access, there's a decent amount of content with high replayability.

Have you played Project Omega? // No. I don't plan on it. Don't have a group of trustworthy people to play with and I hear it's near impossible.

If you've ever played DBD, would you like to see one of the prime assets as a killer in DBD (in theory)? // Gooseberry would be really cool to see as a DBD killer.

Do you think the prime assets need to be more present in the trials/challenges or no? Why? // Answered this the other day. Yes, I think they need to be more aggressive and present and have their AI improved.

On a scale from 1-10, 1 being 'so easy a baby could do it' and 10 being 'surpassed Dark Souls' level of Difficult', where would you rank the game in difficulty, scare factor, and fun factor from when you first started playing compared to now? // Excluding my beta experience... First time: 6-7 | 5 | 8. Now: 3 | 1 | 5.

What's your opinion on adding voice recognition so the killers can hear you speak via mic (like Phasmophobia)? // I would love to see it. I'd have a blast talking shit or flirting with the antags. I did that all the time when I still played Phasmo. Would be really cool if they respond to certain things you say as well.

What is the shortest and longest amount of time you've spent in a trial/challenge? // Longest, a little over two hours... Shortest, 6 minutes.

If given the option, would you like to become a prime asset yourself post-release-protocol and given the option to hunt other players or AI? // YES OMG. I would LOVE to hunt down some poor fucker who's just starting out. A lot more fun than playing killer in DBD, I'd bet.

#luvisia #answered #/ outlast trials

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maxthelocalemeraldmayor · 2 years

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A long day...

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Pairing: oc x nonbinary reader

Oc in question: Gramm

A/N: You know what, fuck it! Let's do an oc x reader pairing! Bc I've been thinking about Gramm and how his love language would be shown for a while now! So enjoy a 9'3 soft dragon boi and his love language.

Word count: idfk I wrote this on Tumblr bitch.

Genre: just general fluff.

Rain, calm, yet serene, but this time it doesn't favor your mood, as you are running to your apartment soaked from the parking garage next door, you didn't account for this rain, nor did you expect it. (Y/N) found themselves in a sticky situation, how would he react after you couldn't tell him you where coming home early? Maybe that might be answered after you got to you apartment.

Spamming the button for the elevator, you think about how when you get home you are going to take a nice shower, and try to relax, but also dreading his reaction.

After you get off the lift you go to your room at the end of the hall. Number 504. Home. At least until you have enough to get an actual house where he can stand comfortably. This type of housing is make for normal sized people, not tall beasts like him. Fumbling for your key you unlock and open the door, only to be greated with-

Nothing...

"hey Gramm I'm home." You call out to the empty apartment, the silence only greeting you back.

He's probably sleeping, you would think that if you had another second to before you see his face pop around the corner as you fully close the door. As you close it he would get fully into view.

That fuzzy grey muzzle, the gray fluff that covered his body, the white hair, the strange teal-green markings, the lighter stomach, those lovely toe beans and paws, those fuzzy ears, and the tail that likes to keep you pinned to him when you are both on the couch together. His general outfit is some basketball shorts and no shirt, only a blanket that allows you to see some of the fur that covered his chest.

"oh your home!" He says, tail starting to wag a small bit as he gently runs over to you, crouching over the ground to get on your eye level before saying:

"hey you are incredibly wet, you should go take a shower, I'll get you some clothes and I'll order some food ok?"

You don't think twice before you hug him, so fluffy and large, perfect in every way. You would feel him hug back with the blanket then feel yourself being picked up.

"wha- hey! Put me down!" You exclaim, wiggling a small bit to get out of his grip.

Gramm would just laugh.

"go take a shower then!"

"fine I will put me down."

Your feet would touch the ground as you would take off your shoes, and start heading to your room to grab some clothes, then would head into the bathroom to clean yourself up in a nice warm shower. When you came out of it, an oversized navy hoodie of yours and Gramm's college was on the ground neatly folded up.

You can already tell who this belongs to.

What a giant love bug he is.

You would put it on over your favorite comfy clothes. It's so large it almost touches the floor, just a few centimeters above your feet and ankles.

An aroma from the kitchen, pizza, and when you arrive you see a box of pizza on the counter, along with bread sticks! Aw hell yea! Next to the boxes was Gramm tail wagging happily, as sat cross legged on the floor next to them, he's so tall to fit here, you should really start saving up for a real house with high enough ceilings for him.

"Got your favorite!"

Gramm would put his paws out for a hug as you ran into his giant arms, they could almost wrap around you twice due to how big he is, burying you face into his chest to at least relieve some stress from today.

The rest of the night is a blur, you only remember a movie, eating the food you both got and just general cuddling, and when you wake up in the morning you wake up on the couch, more specifically, on Gramm's torso as he's laying on the couch, his tail lying lazily on the ground, next to it. As one of his arms is holding you down.

maybe it's best to sleep in for five more minutes...

#oc: Gramm #oc x reader #oc x y/n #oc x you

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wildernessuntothemselves · 1 year

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I dont know if you decided how taehyun's letters would go like but personally in my opinion, I think the letters shouldn't reflect his ideals and how he used to be before oc. like i genuinely think what would fit best is letters of desperation and longing for oc to come back instead of pure anger bcs time and time again throughout the story, it mentions through dialogue and through narration that tyun changed a lot of his ways bcs of oc. i feel like in if she left him earlier, maybe the letters would be more threatening? but its been a year, and they've got to know each other quite well. the fact that he was vulnerable with her and shared a lot of his insecurities with her might make him resort to begging for her to come back and giving empty promises to make her come back. ofc anger also makes sense but idk, desperation is always such a fun emotion to write since its so demeaning and so so vulnerable. or maybe desperation masked as anger if that makes sense?

i understand where you're coming from but i disagree. since a big part of tyun's personality is based on me, i know how i would react in such a situation and it would be by rebounding hard and falling back on my ways because "i tried. i did my best. i showed my vulnerability and it only bit me in the ass so i'll just go back to the way i used to be in order to protect myself from the pain"

like yeah they spent a year together but it was far from idyllic. tyun clearly had a lot of insecurity regarding oc and her persisting love for gyu and how he felt he wasn't enough for her, not to mention all the people whispering in his ear about how bad she is for him and how she changing him for the worse and how he's not the man they supported so with all that combined it would make more sense for him to become even crueler honestly

not that his feelings for her would vanish suddenly or that he wouldn't wish for her to be back but that can be manifested in another more subtle way as you'll see.

#mort talks #yamqn

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curoopeez · 2 years

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Welp. I gathered my thoughts.

My opinions haven't changed on the situation. I still consider dream is innocent until proven guilty and I still don't feel confortable posting about him until the allegations are proven false.

I realised that the most damaging to me wasn't the allegations or their implications themselves, but how the community reacted. I am very dissapointed in a lot of people. But I don't want to point fingers. At the end of the day, we're only the audience of a very serious matter and the more we are removed from the situation the better.

I still want to be on this blog. Nothing will make me regret the experiences I had here and the amazing people I've met. So while I may not feel like posting for a few more days, I have plenty of intention of coming back.

That being said, I feel that I need to change how I use social media as a whole. I have plenty of intention of staying in the fandom, but I will be less active in general. As much as I love fighting in the trenches defending what I believe is right, it is hard. It's hard having to come up with code names to tag my blorbos on posts. It's hard having to inspect a post to see if op is making an affectionate joke or wishing me pain. And it's hard spending hours on art, tagging it as well as I can, only to get twenty something notes while a text post with one and a half sentences and five misspellings get dozens if not hundreds within minutes.

I want to draw my own ocs. I want to ramble about stuff that suddenly peaked my interest. I want to actually grow an audience as an artist.

So I will have to change how I use social media. Maybe I'll make another blog for non fandom related stuff, maybe I'll try to venture in other social medias (twitter and tiktok are out of question though. Instagram is on thin ice). I don't know for sure what I will do, but of two things I am certain: I am not leaving this blog, and I will use it less

(On a lighter note, I did use tumblr quite a lot. This is my main social media. It's very much possible that my "using less" is most people's "using a normal and healthy amount". So no need to worry, I am not going anywhere, I just need to get stricter in how I curate my online experience)

#ask to tag

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illmetbymoonlight · 3 months

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I'll never not be the world's biggest fuck up. Of course the only way I know how to react to people if to push them away as hard and violently as I can. In the end I only have myself to blame for everyone leaving.

And of course I decided against my better judgment to post my oc stuff again and I get an anon telling me the same shit as before. Yes I try to ignore em and just delete the message but it still gets under my skin. I've never really felt welcome in fandom spaces. I mean I did briefly in the mk fandom before I got bullied out of that one.

And then I was told by someone that im mean and nasty and that's why people in the fandoms don't like me. And honestly I can't help but believe that it might be true and I just don't realize it. Maybe I am mean and nasty. Maybe I am the horrible person everyone tells me I am.

It doesn't matter how often I leave this site or change my url. I always get people telling me I don't belong...

But like I said maybe it's because I am the mean and nasty and horrible person I've been told I am. Idk.

And honestly... I'll never be able to post or even make fandom related content/writing without seeing that post calling me a horrible mean nasty person in my mind. I don't know what I did to deserve it... except maybe they right... but it's ruined any and all fandom experiences for me. I don't even want to comment or contact others to talk about something or compliment something they made because all I think about is that they think I'm a mean and nasty person...

But maybe I really am.

I should have never started posting my oc stuff again. I should have just deleted everything and disappeared.

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kadoodles-on-ao3 · 1 year

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So uh... How do you feel about Nikol's existence?

I technically shouldn't know who that is yet but... I do. And. Well. You can probably guess by how you worded this ask hahaha.

Not surprised at all, if you like them as a couple then good for you and hope you're enjoying the DLC, you don't need me on your side because they're canon so that can satisfy you content-wise plus my opinions are silly and don't matter, etc etc, all I've said before applies here.

Honestly, if anything, the only unique thing I have to add here* is how his design really demonstrates how much Shulk and Fiora look like siblings lmao. There's even a (really cool!) fan mod to alter Fiora's hair and skin color to look more like her (actual) brother, so I'm not alone in seeing this haha.

So, Nikol. He sure does exist. Dude looks just like Shulk because his dad and mom both look like Shulk so what else could he look like. That's about all the thoughts I have haha (at least until I actually play more of 3 and see what he's like).

Non-ask-related ramblings under the cut because it's me, of course I rambled haha.

As I really don't like to nor want to rain on anyone's parade, as well as enjoy talking about the ship I like (because of course), I've made an effort to mentally retrack my train of thought (? idk how else to describe it lol) whenever my NOTP comes up by converting it into an opportunity to talk about my OTP instead of complaining. (See also my comment on What If We Kissed In The Weapons Development Lab where I mentioned going back into my fic and adding more details of Shulk being enamored by Melia whenever I came across Shiora while writing it lol.)

So, Shulkelia kids! I'm personally not one for creating OCs, in general or for media I like. Not that I dislike them or even the thought/process of making them! It just doesn't come to me as easily or interest me as much as digging into canon details and playing around with them. But I did come up with a couple rough concepts for what they might look like and how their parents might decide on their names... if they even would want to have kids in the first place, that is, I'm still unsure about that haha. But fanfiction can be whatever you want it to be and that's the fun of it, so maybe sometime I'll try developing those small ideas into something more (especially if it's something people are interested in reading)! If anything I'm most attached to my little blurbs I wrote about how they and their kids would interact with Reyn and Sharla and their kids, lots of cute potential there :)

(*Well, I can add something more, and I originally was going to do it! Not to contradict my whole don't-like-raining-on-anyone's-parade point, but again I want to stress, my intention with this is I just really enjoy analyzing details and understanding why I react to things in the way that I do. But I did mention to a previous ask that I have in-game writing reasons for why I dislike Shiora, it's not just personal experience from my life outside of the fandom or in observing it. In fact on my first playthrough of the game I was all for it and even saved a bunch of fanart of the two together on my phone, I see it when scrolling through my gallery all the time! It really fascinates me how drastically my perspective shifted after just one small moment at the very end of the game, and then on replaying it everything fell apart like a house of cards to me, wild stuff I can't compare the experience to anything else haha. Anyway if anyone's interested in seeing my take on that aspect of their writing, once again, feel free to send me an ask about it!)

#ask #xenoblade chronicles spoilers #xenoblade spoilers #xenoblade 3 spoilers #xenoblade chronicles 3 spoilers #xc3 spoilers #thank you for the ask! hope my answer was satisfying despite being what you probably were expecting to hear haha #honestly i am a little conflicted on whether i want to keep playing 3... outside of how big of a time commitment it would be #it also really touches on something that is a major part of how i enjoy the media i do:#i'm very much a fan of stuff that is quite open to interpretation where they give you just enough fascinating details to act #as puzzle pieces that you're free to put together yourself or not or add your own pieces in that you made yourself if you want #see my undying love of the mother series haha #but xenoblade 1 very much taps into a lot of that for me #in fact that's basically what the prologue i'm writing right now is: me putting a magnifying glass on interesting #details and implications from the game about characters you don't see for half of it and putting together #my idea for what they could have been doing that we didn't get shown by the game #and one of the many (many many many) things i adore about 1 is its quite-open-ended conclusion #so to have a sequel that is basically directly telling you how the world and characters ended up years on #(especially when it was likely not planned from the start of writing 1's story as well #no hate or disrespect at all but you can just tell when it's something extending a story that wasn't originally meant to keep going)#it's hard for me to not lose some enthusiasm/interest in it #which is sad! i want to play it! i want to experience it how the devs and writers intended!#i want to join in and be hyped and happy and loving everything like everyone else seems to be!#i like the new characters more than i thought i would! the gameplay is great so far and there's a lot of good qol stuff there!#the music is phenomenal and i hear they reincorporate leitmotifs from 1 and 2 in key areas related to the themes and locations that #said leitmotifs are for and that sounds *incredible* to me as a musician and lover of orchestra/scoring!#but also i just can't help but feel like in the back of my head ''leave the story alone it was so good you don't need to add more''#and ''please god let shulk and melia rest they look so tired'' lol #also it doesn't help that i have a pet (lmao accidental pun) peeve that i hate catgirls with a fiery passion so. yeah

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 2 years

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Req/prompt, if you like– MC has a crush on a demon classmate, but when the demon tells MC to meet them after school cause they’re going to “confess their feelings,” they use the opportunity of having MC alone to attack them. Headcanons of the bros and/or side characters (whichever’s easier for you!) saving MC and reacting to the situation? Whether or not he has romantic feelings for MC is up to you ;) (unless you include Luke then obvs he’s defending his friend.) keep the demon gn too if you can? thanks <3

So... I am going to do this as a little blurb of the whole crush thing and then add some blurbs for the Brothers after. If people want the dateables I'll make a part 2, but this one took quite a while so I am going to post it first.

Also this is an incredibly long post... I am sorry if you want to read every part...

The Brothers Protecting MC After a Fake Confession

Warnings: manipulation, violence, gore, fighting, attacking, description of wounds, death of an oc

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A new semester means new classes at RAD for MC. Change had always been difficult for the human, but it becomes a hundred time harder when you are surrounded by hungry demons. Because this was the case, Diavolo and Lucifer made it a point to always have one of the Brothers with MC in case of an emergency. Yet when MC walked into the room and sat down, none of the Lords of Devildom were to be seen.

They stared at the door, their foot bouncing waiting for one of them to finally walk in, until a figure took the seat beside them.

"You're the human transfer student, right?" MC glanced next to them to see a beautiful demoness with red hair staring back at them. They nodded.

"Where's your handlers? They won't usually let you around lowlifes like us without supervision."

MC glanced to the door again before scanning around the room. Every seat was now filled and there were no signs of the Brothers. Maybe they are finally giving them the freedom they deserve...

"Their not my handlers. Their my friends and they do let me out by myself on occasion."

The demoness sent MC a toothy smile, "Good to know, I'm Lux."

Even after the start of the semester, none of the Brothers transferred into the class, which wasn't too much of a problem for MC. Instead of working about them, they spent their time with Lux talking about anything and everything they could think about.

"You know, you're pretty attractive for a human." MC's face flushed and they froze as Lux spoke, "You should meet in this room after school today. I have something to tell you." Lux leaned it their lips mere centimeters away from MC's ear, "Trust me, you won't want to miss it." As Lux pulled away the bell rang. Before leaving the room, they turned back to MC sending them a kiss and a wink.

MC's heart began to race along with their thoughts, "Did they need help with homework? That seemed like a lot more intimate than help me with homework. Maybe they just want to go shopping? You know damn well this isn't just a shopping situation!" Before they could continue thinking of possible explanations, a white head of hair popped into the doorway.

"Oi! Human. Let's get to our next class. It's totally not because I don't want you to be late... I just want Lucifer to chew me out for being a bad guardian."

MC quickly shook the thoughts from their head before following after Mammon, yet they couldn't get Lux out of their mind.

Eventually, the day passed and the time had come to meet up with Lux, but Asmo was glued to their side, "Asmo, I just remembered, I needed to talk to Diavolo about something. How about you head home without me and I'll have him or Barbatos take me home."

This wasn't too much of a lie, they were just going to meet with Lux first before going to Diavolo...

"Fine... but we are having a spa night tonight at 7 like you promised. Don't be late!"

Asmo skipped off with his nose now in his phone. MC waited until he turned the corner before they started making their way to the classroom.

Upon reaching the room, they looked through the window on the door to see the lights out... Maybe they had made it there before Lux could. They slowly open the door taking a few steps in and taking in the room in its entirety.

They never realized how dark a classroom is when it doesn't have windows facing the outside.

At that moment, MC heard the door slam behind them. "Hello? Lux? Is that you?" Fear laced their voice as they waited in the dark.

"You are such a gullible human. At least that means I finally get a good meal."

💙 Lucifer 💙

Lucifer sat across from the crown prince as he discussed a budget for the next ball.

"As I said, I want to have human delicacies for all the guests to try." Diavolo stated.

"That is going to be quite expensive. I don't know of any human chefs that would be willing to make food for us demons-" Lucifer froze as his pact mark began to tingle and glow. His thoughts were interrupted by the faint whisper of MC'S voice. "Lucifer! I summon-AHHH" their screamed sounded as if they were in agony.

"I have to go." Without looking at Diavolo, Lucifer disappeared before the pair.

He reappeared in a dark room where the sound of thrashing and MC screaming could be heard. "Whoever you are. Let go of MC, or face the consequences."

The shuffling stopped and MC's labored breaths filled the room. Lucifer's eyes could make out the figure of another demon in the dark.

"Oh, so you finally caved and called your guardian to take care of you? How precious. Too bad it was useless."

Lux lunged at Lucifer reaching for his neck, only to have him grab hers before she could even get close. "No. I believe it was you who's the one who is mistaken. You thought that you would be able to hurt my little lamb while I was away. I'm sorry, but I just can't stand for that."

The room was filled with Lux's choked gurgling before a loud snap resounded and their shuffling came to an end.

Lucifer quickly turned on the lights before running to MC's side assessing the damages and inspecting their wounds. "Thank you for saving me. I don't know what would have happened to me-"

"Let's not think about that. Let's get you home and taken care of."

💛 Mammon 💛

Mammon was walking home mumbling to himself. "Why did MC have to go home with Asmo today?... They are my human... I am in charge of taking care of them... and Asmo won't even let me go shopping with them!... I like shopping too..."

As Mammon trudged his way up the steps of the House of Lamentations his pact mark began to glow and MC voiced pushed their way into his thoughts, "Mammon!"

Their screaming voice echoed in his mind as he remained frozen from shock.

Where was MC? Were they okay? Why isn't Asmo there?

He quickly shook those thoughts from his head before appearing by MC's side.

He landed with a thud on top of the human. He bumped another body out of the way as MC kept thrashing below him, "MC. MC! It's me, what's goin' on?"

The room was dark and Mammon tried to scan his eyes for the other body as the human grabbed his neck and began crying into his shoulder.

A voice came from the darkness, "What? Are you tired of playing my games so you had to call in your stupid guard dog? What a shame. I was just getting to the good part."

Mammon's eyes soon adjusted to the dark as he found the figure. He took a step to advance on Lux, but was held back by MC clinging to him.

He glanced down at the humans shaking figure before looking back at the demoness. "You'll pay for what you did to MC. Just you wait."

And with a flash Mammon and MC disappeared, back to the House of Lamentations. MC continued to cry as they clung to his jacket tighter. Mammon gently stroked their hair listening to their soft whimpers.

He didn't know who that was, but he hope MC will tell them when they calm down. And once they do, it is all over for the demon that made his human cry.

🧡 Leviathan 🧡

Levi watched as the dragon in front of him smacked at his character. He smashed button after button to make his character dodge and hit the boss in the right order before a red screen that read "Game Over" finally appeared.

He threw the controller down as he looked up at his ceiling. MC will be home soon. Maybe we can beat this in two player mode... As he thought that, a warm tingling sensation rushed over his body as he heard MC in his mind, "Levi... I need you... Save me!"

MC sounded like they were struggling, and they asked him to save them... he couldn't just leave his Henry to fight on their own! He had to help them and be by their side, but he needed to grab something first.

MC struggled against Lux's grip vying for dominance. The two rolled across the floor as they both struggled, "How did you know I love it when my meal plays hard to get, little human."

Lux tried to lunge and grab a bit of MC's neck but they rolled at the right time to just miss it. MC's mind raced as they tried to focus on their fight at hand. Where is Levi? Shouldn't he be here by now!?

MC was about to go for a punch when a new form appeared in front of them, "Henry!?"

"Levi! Watch out!" The human quickly grabbed the nerdy demon pulling out of the way of the demoness.

Lux growled at the miss.

Levi, on the other hand finally realized what was going on. He changed into his demon form and began to chant a few words in latin.. his eyes glowed a bright orange his hair flying in the air as a powerful energy filled the room. Then, just as quickly as Levi showed his power, it was gone.

Lux laughed, "What the hell was that? A stunt show for your little human? How pathetic," MC took a deep breath about to console Levi until they noticed small splased of water hitting them. Levi gently grabbed their arm as Lux continued, "You can't even finish a real spell and they call you one of the Lords of Devildom. Ha! I would be better suited for that job then-" their voice trailed off in the darkness, before a squelch was heard. Lux screamed for a moment before their screams were muffled.

Levi ran out of the room pulling MC behind them, "Levi, what was that?"

Once they made it past the door he turned and locked it quickly, "Lotan. Don't tell Diavolo."

💚 Satan 💚

Satan sat on his bed as he flipped through a new book. It was a recommendation given to him from MC. Something about a human classic. Either way, if MC recommended it, it was worth his time.

The blond demon sighed as he stared at the worn cover. I wonder when MC will be home... maybe if I finish it soon we can talk about it tonight.

He nodded happy with that thought as he finally opened the book to the first page, but before he could read the first sentence his skin began to crawl and MC's voice filled his ear, "Satan! I- No no no no no-AHHH!"

The hair on his neck stood up when they screamed. He could feel his blood begin to boil as his vein tightened and he transformed into his demon form.

In one quick motion, he dropped the book and appeared behind the figure attacking MC. He grabbed their hair yanking them backwards and throwing them against the classroom wall with a thud.

They gasped, the wind knocked out of them, "You thought it was appropriate to assault MC?"

His footsteps clicked against the wooden floor as he approached their still figure. No sound was heard in the room.

"ANSWER ME, YOU LOWLY IMBECILE!"

Lux coughed and stammered, "I-I didn't-"

Before they could continue Satan grabbed them by their hair once again before whispering to them, "Wrong answer."

Loud thuds rang out through the room as Lux screamed and begged for mercy until she was finally silent. Two final thuds were heard before Satan's calm steps clicked their way back to MC's position on the ground.

"What a shame. I was going to finish that book you recommended before I saw you tonight." He sighed, "We should get you cleaned up and maybe I could read it to you tonight."

💖 Asmodeus 💖

Asmo walked through the RAD hallways as he fixed his makeup. He was sad that MC couldn't walk home with him and go shopping, but at least he could look forward seeing them tonight.

He shut his mirror with a small click before turning on his heels to leave, but before he could take a step his body stopped, frozen in place as a message was sent to his thoughts, "Asmo, don't leave me!"

MC sounded like they were in trouble... he ran through the hallways trying to follow the sound of their voice. He could hear their screams in the distance so they shouldn't be too far.

He threw every door open as he moved through RAD not caring about how he must have looked like a mad man.

He eventually came to the darkened room where the screams originated, but now the room was silent.

"MC. Are you alright?" Asmo could still hear them breathing heavily, but they didn't answer. Someone else must be keeping them from him, so he continued.

"I am so glad I found you. I forgot to ask you for my lip gloss back. Oh, do you have a friend with you? Would you mind introducing me?" He waited again still with no reply. Even with light flooding in the room, this person was keeping MC in the darkness.

"If you want to play hard to get that's fine with me, but just remember, I gave you time to come clean." Asmo opened his hand and stretched it towards the darkness. Slowly the scattering of small feet were heard stomping through the walls until a small army of scorpions starting flooding through the door and into the darkened room. Screams of agony were now heard from the assailant as they tried to remove the insect off of them to no avail. Eventually the screams became muffled until they died out completely.

Asmo walked over to MC bringing them to the light and looking them over, "Oh no! They were so rough with you. They broke your beautiful skin... We'll fix this. I have just the thing back at the house."

❤ Beelzebub ❤

Beel threw down the weights causing a loud clang as he finished his last set. Fangol practice was cancelled for today, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't work out. He took his towel wiping his face and neck of the sweat that drenched him.

I wonder where MC is. Maybe we could go get food after this...

Beel bent down and began to pack his gym bag as the scent of blood filled his nose and he heard MC "Beel! Save me!"

Without hesitation Beel ran out of RAD's weight room following the scent of blood until he stumbled upon the classroom.

He flung the door open and before looking inside he barreled in, shoulder first directly to the scent of the demon.

He pinned them against a wall as they gasped, "Leave MC alone."

He took a step back before pushing all his weight back into the assailant. He felt their body go slack against him.

As he stepped back their body fell to the ground, but they were forgotten as he wrapped MC in his arms and began walking them home in silence.

The House of Lamentations was in his sights when MC finally spoke, "Beel..." He grunted as they continued, "I am sorry I made you miss your Fangol practice."

He shook his head, "It was canceled. Besides, you are more important than any game."

💜 Belphegor 💜

Belphie rolled over as he tried to find the most comfortable position to lay in to no avail. He grabbed his pillow and fluffed it before he fell down on the bed again. I wonder when MC will be home... They are a much better pillow...

He rolled onto his side once again, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through his shoulder he heard MC, "Belphie! Please help-" Their voice was cut off.

Belphie sat up now fully awake. He made his way off the bed, focused all his energy, and appeared before MC.

"MC what's seems to be the matter?" He yawned as he spoke, still slightly consumed by sleep until he heard a voice that wasn't his precious human.

"Ugh, why did you call for him? I bet he'll just fall asleep like he always does. Won't even try to help you."

When Belphie heard the other demons voice all of the sleep in his body immediately disappeared. It was now replace with another feeling he couldn't quite place, "They called for me because they know I won't let anything happen to them ever again."

In one swift motion, Belphie rushed forward pushing his fist into their chest. MC watched, this time as a bystander as Belphie did the same thing to Lux as he did to him.

Lux gasped and tried to fight his strength, but it was useless as he pulled out his arm leaving a gaping would in her mid-section.

"Now if you'll excuse me." He smiled at Lux before making his way to MC. Holding their hand as he walked them out of the classroom. They held onto him as they heard Lux's pained noises behind them.

"Belphie your arm..." His arm was covered in the other demon's blood. He looked down and sighed, "Looks like I'll have to take a shower when we get back. Just promise me you'll wait for me in my room so we can take a nap after."

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