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dandelions-143 · 21 days

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Blood//Water

Chans POV

My father is a piece of shit. He may be filthy rich but he is a complete piece of shit. I sat on his white leather sofa listening to him scream at his current personal chef because the poor bastard put onions in his salad. Now, my father is particular about everything. Almost to the point of being OCD.

His food has to be exactly to his liking. His clothes have to be exactly as he wants them. Even down to the women he dates, to say my father is picky would be the understatement of the fucking century. My father is Bang Doo - Hwan; the Head of the Bang mafia family in Seoul, South Korea.

His organization isn't as big as he would like it to be. He is still growing it with the help of me and my gang we could very well be the top geondal in a few years or less. I hate my father but, I am loyal to a fault when it comes to him.

I could feel a migraine coming on as I listened to him insult and belittle this poor guy. Rubbing a hand over my face I slowly got up off the sofa and walked over to the dining area where they were.

"Father," I placed a a hand on his shoulder, "calm down, this guys not worth your blood pressure rising." I hated acting like I cared that much but it worked as I watched my father's angry expression eased up a little and he unclenched his fists.

"I will take care of him and meet you in your office." My father straightened his posture and said, meaning every venomous word, "You're lucky I don't have your hands cut off your fucking arms" then he just walked away leaving me with his now former chef. The man began to apologize but, I cut him off with a raised hand.

I sighed deeply and reached into the inside pocket of my black suit jacket retrieving my wallet. I pulled out all the cash I had on me and shoved it onto his hands. "Get your shit and get out. I suggest you find another job or the old fucker will have your hands next time." The man paled at my words. He didn't hesitate taking his leave.

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My father's office was all dark oak. Wooden desk, wooden bookshelves. I wonder how easily this office would burn... I thought to myself as my father droned on and on about his newest business venture, stolen vehicles. I snapped out of it just as he pulled out a Manila file folder and handed it over to me.

"What's this?" I asked curiously, opening the file and began to look over the papers. There were photos taken from a very discreet position of Yi Hyun, the biggest organized crime leader in Korea. There were also photos of his family. His wife Yi Jae and his daughter.. my eyes widened a little at the realization. Yi Hyuns daughter was the girl I saw at my club.

All three had detailed profiles written up about them. I chose to read his daughter's profile first, knowing I would get to the other two later. Yi Nara was her name but, reading a little further I found she went by Nabi as a nickname.

Her profile told me she graduated from Seoul National University with a business degree. She knew several languages and spent her free time painting or protesting. I smiled at that, a bit of a free thinker it seems.

My attention was taken away from the girls profile when my father took the folder from me closing it and stuffing it under his arm. "So, what am I suppose to do with all of this?" I leaned back knowing I am not going to like the answer to my question. My father's grin grew a little more, reminding me of a small child... that smile always made me want to throw up because I knew I would have to carry out whatever shit he had planned now.

"Son, I need you and your men to infiltrate the Yi household. Get close to his daughter and through her get close to him. Find out all of his business ventures, where they operate out of, the names of his men in command over each of these operations." My father moved to sit in his large leather desk chair across from me.

"And I want to know which countries he has expanded his businesses to, along with where he keeps all of his money, which banks and where those banks are exactly. I want access to everything this bastard has."

I knew my face showed how annoyed and shocked I was. "How the fuck am I suppose to get access to his money?" That was impossible, "This man has no clue who I am, he isn't going to just give me this information." My father has lost his god damn mind .

I watched my father lean forward and place that same file folder in front of me and calmly say, "son, don't speak to me so casually and that's why you're going to get close with his daughter. Charm her and her family, maybe even see if her father will hire you and a couple of your guys."

I huffed in exasperation, "and then what? Once I get all of this information for you then what will happen? I just ditch them like I never existed?" I stood up and ran my fingers through my dark hair. "I'm not doing this, you can get this information another way." I jumped at the sudden loud bang as my father slammed his fist down on his desk and stood. "YOU WILL DO THIS!" He yelled.

My father was a bit shorter than me but still he was very menacing. His face always seemed to contort into something evil when he grew angry. The man was the only one that could ever have any kind of control over me.. that's part of why I hated him.

When our eyes met it was like a switch was flipped and he stood up straighter, in a calm voice he continued, "once I have all the information I want...you and your men will dispose of that family and anyone of his men that may stand in my way so I can take over."

I shouldn't have been shocked. That was how he got rid of all of his competition or anyone that annoyed him in the slightest. Dispose... like they were trash. "And if I don't do this for you?" I don't know why I was even asking. I knew and my father knew I would end up doing this job for him.. I always did.

"If you don't do this for me...then I will no longer have a son. You won't inherit any of this empire I'm building.. actually maybe you won't even exist at all." My eyes met his cold hard glare and even though he didn't say it my gut told me exactly what he meant.

I snatched up the folder and walked out of that office without saying a word. One day I would have my father's head.. one day.

As I stood outside of my fathers massive mansion waiting for my car to be pulled around I took out my cell and dialed Lee Knows number. He picked up within two rings, "Hyung, how did the meeting with your father go?"

I nodded in thanks to the valet as he handed over my keys and I got in the car. "Listen, we have a job to do. Gather up the guys and make sure I.N brings his laptop. This is going to take all of us and our resources."

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jaxteller87 · 1 year

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Carnival part 2

Teens years

The annual SAMCRO charity carnival was in full swing, and Donna and I watched the boys ride the rides. School has been a bit much lately, and between that and club business, we needed something like this. After the tilt-a-whirl ended, we found ourselves under verbal attack from one of those smart-assed clowns that sit perched up on the dunk tanks, trying to get tough guys to spend money for a chance to drop them into the water.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what do we have here?” the clown barked, eyeing up Jax and Opie. “Well, if it isn’t SAMCRO’s finest! The big bad biker gang!”

“You used to throw a pretty mean fastball back in little league,” Opie said, handing Jax a dollar toward the ticket price.

“I don’t know, man, I haven’t thrown a ball in years,” Jax responded.

“Aw, what’s the matter, goldilocks? Pretty boy can’t throw a little ball at a little target? I should have known you biker bitches couldn’t handle this. Too much thinking involved,” the clown taunted.

“Think you can handle this, funny guy?” Tig said sarcastically, flashing the gun on his waist.

“Whoa, hey, guys!” the clown’s tone changed quickly, “I’m just ribbin’ ya. It’s part of the job, you know? I was just trying to get a rise out of—”

DING

Jax nailed the target on the first try, and we all laughed as the guy plummeted into the chilly water. Well, the clown didn’t laugh.

“Nice shot, Teller,” Tig said, patting him on the back and walking toward the clown. He walked up next to the tank as the man resurfaced. “So, what do you have to say now, funny guy?” Tig asked.

“Nothing, nothing at all. I’m sorry, I was just—” as he pleaded, Tig grabbed him by the head and forced him back under the water for a few seconds before releasing him.

“Relax, I’m just messing with ya,” Tig playfully slapped him on the cheek, kind of hard if you ask me.

The clown was so scared that he pissed himself in the tank, and they had to shut it down for a few hours. It was crazy but funny at the same time.

Little did I know that this carnival outing would become a yearly tradition, even when Jax wasn’t part of the living anymore. Even though those of us still above ground carried on the tradition year after year, it would never be the same after he was gone. I’m not much of a fan of “the now” or “the future,” which is why I do most of my living in the past, through my memories.

“This is too much,” Donna laughed as we watched Jax, Opie, Bobby, and Tig cramping into the child-sized carts on the Merry-Mixer ride.

“I know,” I chuckled, taking a bite of the funnel cake Jax had bought us to snack on. I had a bit of a headache earlier and wasn’t so sure about jumping on any rides right away, but Jax knew anytime I had one of my migraines setting in that, sometimes something sweet helped. The first thing he did once we got to the carnival was buy me some chocolate peanut butter candies, then minutes later; he handed me a funnel cake. Even though I wasn’t cramped into those tiny little carts with them, it was great to stand on the sideline and take in the view, locking the memory away in my head forever.

Bobby was the most cramped; I’d have to say. He was shorter than the others but also on the heavier side. Jax was still pretty nimble, and while he didn’t look comfortable, the look on his face told me he was enjoying himself. Opie too. Tig, well, let’s just say I’m sure Tig has been in tighter situations, and from the marks on his neck he supposedly got from one of the crow eaters, I would say he likes a little pain and discomfort. Ew, it’s gross just thinking about Tig like that. But as open as he is with her sexual adventures, it’s hard not to have some of his stories burned into my brain.

It was good seeing Jax smiling. School had been getting to him lately, and it was good seeing him relax and unwind a little.

“Having fun, Teller,” I giggled as he plopped down on the bench beside me. “Why yes, I am,” he shot me a smile before stealing a sip of soda. “Are you?”

“Yes, I am,” I replied, eyeing the photo booth. I must have been staring at it obliviously as the next thing I knew; he was ushering me over to it.

“Come on, let’s go,” Jax said, already pushing my wheelchair toward the booth before I could utter a word. But it was like I didn’t have to. He always seemed to know just what was on my mind, even in our younger years. As we approached the old blue weathered booth, Jax effortlessly scooped me up in his strong arms and sat me down on the cushioned bench, then sat down beside me. We started by making funny faces at the camera and then at each other. Then, just before the last picture snapped, he planted a kiss on my forehead, another little tradition between us that I was incredibly fond of.

The rest of the night was fantastic. Everyone had a great time. Opie won Donna a huge stuffed bear after she bet him that he couldn’t knock over all the bottles at the bottle game. Jax had won me a cute little stuffed red panda playing the ring toss too. But perhaps the most interesting thing that happened was Tig getting an invite back to the bearded lady’s caravan, which he seemed much too eager to accept.

We left the carnival; well, Tig didn’t, but the rest of us stopped for burgers and milkshakes at this old diner off the interstate that’s been there since the 50s. I still couldn’t believe how excited Tig was to spend a night with the bearded lady. He had been chatting her up since we walked through the sideshow and kept saying that hookin’ up with a bearded lady was something on his bucket list. Of all the guys in the club, Tig was easily the strangest.

Once we were seated at the diner, most of us weren’t too hungry. Opie swore by the cowboy burger there, claiming it was one of the top three best burgers he had ever had in his life. In fact, he put off eating anything big at the carnival just to make sure he had enough room for this thing. Jax got some fries, and Donna and I ordered the biggest milkshakes on the menu and split a slice of lemon meringue pie. Bobby, on the other hand, ended up spending more than the rest of us combined, despite trying something from nearly every concession stand back at the carnival.

“You know, you love Elvis so much, keep eating like that, and you’re going to have a heart attack just like’em,” Opie joked as the waitress lined up a row of burgers in front of Bobby.

We all shared a laugh at Bobby’s expense that was met with a sarcastic chuckle from the Elvis impersonator. “Precious has me on this all-green, all-lean diet. So, hell with you guys, I’m indulging a little,” Bobby grabbed the first of many burgers and did precisely that; he indulged.

After a pleasant dinner followed by an unpleasant moment of watching Bobby throw up $42 worth of fried food in the parking lot, we decided to call it a night. Opie drove Donna home, Bobby went back to his place, and after a quick payphone call to my parents, I had permission to stay at Jax’s.

“This is good, Jax; thank you,” I smiled as we sat on the sofa in his living room with our strawberry milkshakes. After that, we lay in the moonlit bedroom; all snuggled up next to one another. Jax kissed my neck, making me giggle, and I could feel his hand moving up to my breast, but as he got closer, he hesitated.

He must have remembered our conversation on prom night when we talked about taking things slow.

“We don’t have to if—” but before he could finish, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast,

“What kind of girl would I be to deny the mighty prince himself, Jackson Teller?” I said flirtatiously.

“Are you sure? Only if you’re okay with it. I don’t want you to think I’m pushing you into something you’re not ready for—” I had heard enough, and although I loved the sound of his voice, I was ready for him to stop with the talking and start with the love-making.

“You can feel me up all you want. I’m all yours,” I leaned over and bit his bottom lip.

“I love you, darlin’,” he whispered.

“me to” I whispered back.

And we made love for the first time. Of course, this would be the first of many love-making sessions, but no other time was as magical or memorable as this one.

#jax x oc #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x disabled reader

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unbrcakablc-hcart · 7 months

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MIGRAINE GANG RISE UP. CLINK A GLASS WITH ME. Quietly.

#And then fuck off into the darkest place you can make for yourself on a planet with TWO SUNS.#vash blogs

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iruludavare · 1 year

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{ ooc. 'I have a migraine and it's stopping me from functioning normally' gang rise up 💃

I have panadol and sumatriptan and coffee at the ready}

#❀⊱⦃ ⏤ {ooc.} ⦄⊰❀#{raise your hand if you forgot a basic term in your field while talking to your supervisor and tried to act it out with your hands #and hours later you feel Even More like an idiot and embarrassed because of it 🧍‍♂️}#{barely functioning gang 👏👏}

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coutelier · 11 months

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18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

Tell you what; I’ll try and break down the whole first chapter. It opens like this:

With our thoughts we change the world.

For eons the universe did not know itself. All existence was but a swirling maelstrom of energy and matter devoid of thought or purpose. Then, on a rock on the edge of one galaxy a great confluence occurred. The chaotic forces of nature came together to give rise to a new order - life. For the first time the universe was aware. But these new beings were limited, capable only of seeing the world as is and was - a daily struggle just to survive. Until along came one that mastered fire and saw through the flames to beyond, and the worlds that could be. Now there was thought, the ability to know, understand, and harness all the power of nature to make any dream a reality.

It’s my attempt to mimic the tone and language of a myth or fairy tale, while also introducing a couple themes, such as making fantasy into reality, that will be important later.

The next section introduces, who at first seems like a fairly normal kid. She likes dinosaurs, running and jumping, sings to herself. She meets a man by the road:

“Excuse me!” He called, “Little girl! Hello!”

Tenley cocked her head, black bob falling to one side. “Hello, average-sized man.”

She’s funny. But all the while little things suggest that things aren’t all normal here, from being an eleven-year-old who seems to have been left on her own, picking up various weapons as she goes about her chores, worrying about how her mother will react when she learns that a stranger visited the house. Next she returns to her room to talk to her toys and read, showing again that she has some imagination, but its bittersweet. There’s a loneliness. Hopefully by this point the reader has started caring about Tenley, because things are about to go very wrong for her.

First her mother comes home. She’s drunk and grumpy. She asks Tenley a question and doesn’t like her honest answer so drags her to the basement where she makes Tenley fight her. That goes how you’d expect, but then her mother complains about a ‘migraine’ and leaves Tenley to clean up. We see that despite all this, Tenley still has some unconditional love for her parent. She wants to please her, and maybe if she proves herself they can be more like a normal family. Unfortunately things are about to get even worse.

After going to bed she’s woken by a gang arriving at the house (seems like they might be in some way connected to the man who visited earlier). Mother gets into a fight with them and is winning until one of them pulls a knive (this becomes of source of guilt for Tenley – she saw what was about to happen but chokes, not shouting any warning). Her mother is killed. They then come after Tenley, who is too shocked to resist. Some of the gang are also in shock, things escalating more than they’d expected, at least one of them breaking down at the thought of now having to ‘deal’ with a little girl. In the end one of them volunteers to dispose of her on his own, deep in the woods. It’s not explicitly stated but he likes plans to do more than just kill her, but he never gets a chance as she soon comes to her senses and escapes from him. Then things get really weird.

An invisible enemy attacks the man chasing Tenley, throwing him around easily then breaking his back (not that earlier this volunteer was congratulated by the gang’s leader for being the only one to have a spine). Then a mysterious color-changing woman with two henchwoman appear and finish the man off. And so this is where half the plot begins; after a brief conversation the woman agrees to help Tenley hunt the rest of the gang, and gives her the power to be way more than a match for any of them.

This wasn’t always the first chapter in the book; originally I had it all laid out in chronological order so it started with a flashback of Jenn and Kaya as kids. But at some point I decided that Tenley was really the main character so it should open with her. Then I wrote this chapter and to be honest it hasn’t needed many other drafts. Mostly just tweaking lines of dialogue, but overall this chapter is pretty good and achieves what it sets out to, introducing a character and a mystery and setting things up that will be referenced again later.

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #science fiction #irongate #wip #my wip #sci-fi & fantasy #writers of tumblr

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seijohsremade · 3 years

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thinking of that tiktok that’s like “if you have scoliosis, an astygmatism, eczema/psoriasis, or chronic migraines, you’re a bad bitch”

#astygmatism and migraines gang RISE UP #jae.txt

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ultrafuck · 3 years

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my head hurts so bad god help me

#chronic migraine gang rise up

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awesomefroggy · 2 years

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Caleb Widogast - Playlist

Glitter and Gold – Barnes Courtney

Icarus – Bastille

Hero of War – Rise Against

Mama – My Chemical Romance

Dear Agony - Aurora Version – Breaking Benjamin ft. Lacey Sturm

Achilles Come Down – Gang of Youths

Car Radio – Twenty One Pilots

Blood of Angels – Brown Bird

The Ghost of You – My Chemical Romance

Blood On My Name – The Brothers Bright

House On Fire – Rise Against

Tragedy + Time – Rise Against

Long Distance Runner – Matt Nathanson

Migraine – Twenty One Pilots

Never Too Late - Acoustic Version – Three Days Grace

Architects – Rise Against

Battles – Hudson Taylor

Hold On To Memories – Disturbed

How Far We've Come – Matchbox Twenty

Here We Are – Breaking Benjamin

Through Hell – We Are the Fallen

From Heads Unworthy – Rise Against

Promises – Hadestown

The Light Behind Your Eyes – My Chemical Romance

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Liner notes under the cut

Glitter and Gold – Barnes Courtney

"Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men Who sold their lives to a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things in the dark?"

This one is an overall Caleb vibe to me. It's his determination, his magic, and his thought process. Pondering the manner of things is this man's whole jam, and I love him for it. The line “Do you talk to the animals / Do you hold their lives from a string” goes for both how much he’s been manipulated by Trent (and, according to Trent, still is), and how he wants to bend the world.

Icarus – Bastille

"Your hands protect the flames From the wild winds around you Icarus is flying too close to the sun Icarus's life, it has only just begun"

Bren. This is his introduction. Bright eyed, bushy tailed, and clever. He thinks he knows everything and nothing at the same time, and is hungry to fill in the gaps with no regard for what it will do to him to have those questions answered. He's already going to get burned, and he's barely even gotten started.

Hero of War – Rise Against

"A hero of war Yeah, that's what I'll be And when I come home They'll be damn proud of me"

A journey through training with Trent. It's all about that "for your country, the duty and the glory." He does it for ambition, for knowledge, for power, for being convinced that even if the actions are wrong, the motive is right and so he'll do it anyway. Bren will be a hero of the Empire, and he'll make his country and his parents proud. The whole way through, Trent is convincing them that this is just, and how it should be, that they are honoring and serving their country by doing terrible awful things. Also begin the guns = magic for this playlist — it comes up a lot.

Mama – My Chemical Romance

"Well mother look what the war did to my legs and to my tongue You should have raised a baby girl I should've been a better son"

Bren slowly becomes less and less recognizable to his mother as he slowly fades into a Volstrucker. He's lying, he's cagey, everything's weird and shifty and wrong, and he won't tell her what he does with Trent, because she'd cry her eyes out all along. I think even at this stage of the game, he already thinks himself damned, but thinks that for the good of the Empire, it's worth it. And then they start building a coffin her size.

Things We Lost In the Fire – Bastille

"You said, we were born with nothing And we sure as hell have nothing now These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire"

Setting his past aflame. This really acknowledges both the physical act of burning down his home and family, but it also mentions the nostalgia and small mementos that are lost as well. It also speaks to Trent taking away everything from the trio. They had nothing before, and now they are nothing but Volstrucker.

Dear Agony (Aurora Version) – Breaking Benjamin

"Love pull me down Hate lift me up Just turn around There's nothing left Somewhere far beyond this world I feel nothing anymore"

And then Bren broke. I prefer the Aurora version of this song for this, because the newer arrangement has a lot less of the acceptance that I feel the original version has. This is not a man writing to his pain and asking to be freed. This is someone in utter anguish, fighting and begging and pleading the whole way down. And coming out the other side, numb, broken, and lost.

Achilles Come Down – Gang of Youths

"Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down Won't you get up off, get up off the roof? You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you Achilles, it's not much but there's proof"

This song has two voices, one who is pleading to come to sense, and a sinister inner monologue. The pleading is Astrid and Eadwulf, begging Bren to come back to his senses, to get over it and get better and come back to them. They love him, and they don't want to lose him. It's the attempt to bring him back while in the Sanitorium.

Car Radio – Twenty One Pilots

"My skin will scream reminding me of Who I killed inside my dream I hate this car that I'm driving There's no hiding for me I'm forced to deal with what I feel There is no distraction to mask what is real"

Bren in the Sanitorium. 11 years of losing it over and over and over, seeing only how things went wrong. He’s left alone with his perfect memory, with no sound, no distraction, no way to fix it. Just alone, and lost and being given plenty of time to really stew and live in the self loathing that will eventually define him. Then his thoughts are cleared and he becomes awake because to think is to be alive even as his mind is trying to kill him with guilt.

Blood of Angels – Brown Bird

"Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over And you get to thinking fate's got different plans Like maybe I'm not born to die, but to bring darkness to the sky And pull that goddamn sun down any way I can"

He escapes, and this is the start of wanting to bend reality to his will. He’s tired, entirely at rock bottom, jaded and lied to about the world, and he wants to remake it all. He’s already decided that he’s damned, he may as well get what he wants out of it. There's also the lines "I tried to be good I was a failure / so I took to taking all the good men down" because Trent had convinced him that he was doing the good and right thing, and he failed at that lie, so he'd going to take Trent down now that he knows the truth.

(Also because at this point I’ve put a song from this album on literally almost every character playlist I’ve made)

The Ghost of You – My Chemical Romance

"And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me Never coming home, never coming home"

He will always think of them. He can never go home, he will never see them again, and all he’s left with as he wanders the Empire looking for purpose and revenge is their ghosts forever in his memory. He will only see them when he dies, and even then it’s a question.

Blood On My Name – Brothers Bright

"When the fires, when the fires are consuming you And your sacred stars won't be guiding you I've got blood I've got blood, blood on my name."

A lost and broken man, who can’t think of anything but his past, or see how anything could ever be okay. All he’s got is his scars and his thoughts and darkness, and he can’t even begin to fathom a path to redemption.

House on Fire – Rise Against

"I feel the ground start to shake I hear a voice shouting, "Move!" But there is no fucking way I'd leave you"

And then he meets Nott, and Caleb Widogast is born. I love this song for the level of ride-or-die friendship that they have. They’d do anything for each other, and the world is truly unkind to a dirty man and a goblin. It also acknowledges that while they're good friends now who love each other a lot, their relationship wasn't always altruistic. Their friendship starts with “Am I your sail or your anchor? / Am I the calm or the hurricane?” Is he here to be friends, or his he only here to get Nott her body back? Is he here because he cares, or is he here because she’s useful. It eventually grows into the friendship we know and love, but the start of that friendship was certainly one of mutual gain and convenience rather than affection.

Tragedy + Time – Rise Against

“And nothing matters but the pain when you're alone The never-ending nights when you're awake When you're praying that tomorrow it's ok There will be a time to crack another smile”

The Mighty Nein. They all have their own deep rooted problems. They’re a bunch of really fucked up people. They’re not okay right now. Things are rough and terrible and scary and awful, and they’ve all got their own big problems. But together they can find a time to smile, to laugh, to draw dicks, and to keep moving forward. Beau says it sounds codependent, Marion calls it good friendship, and I’m certainly inclined to side with Marion.

Long Distance Runner – Matt Nathanson

"Takes me forever and ever to see The good in the people who see the good in me Oh, the past is a long-distance runner And I'm fallin' further and further behind"

It takes Caleb a while to really warm up to the Nein, to crack jokes and smile and open up, in large part because he can’t see beyond his own past. It’s constantly chasing him both in real life and in his head. Every time he thinks he can outrun it, it finds him again. His past has an endurance he doesn’t know if he can withstand.

Migraine – Twenty One Pilots

"Am I the only one I know? Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat Shadows will scream that I'm alone But I know we've made it this far, kid"

As he gets to know the Nein, he finds that he’s not nearly as alone as he thought. Others are facing similar inner conflicts, and while he feels that he is the worst of them, he can see the other side. He can see a time to take a break from hating himself, to take care of others, to have fun. He can take a break from how much pain his brain has made.

Never Too Late (Acoustic) – Three Days Grace

“The world we knew, won't come back The time we've lost, can't get back The life we had, won't be ours again This world will never be what I expected”

Really talking to the Nein, and being reassured. Slowly realizing that maybe he’s worth something. He may still think he’s the irredeemable worst, but he knows that it’s never too late to try and change the world and maybe work to make things better than he found it. He passes that idea on to Essek as well. It's never too late, you just keep moving.

Architects – Rise Against

"Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before? Are you out there on the front lines or at home keeping score? Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate? Or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?"

And so he puts in the work to make the world better. I feel like the Nein ask these questions to everyone they encounter, from Essek to Artagan, to ending the war between the Dynasty and the Empire, and even to Lucian. Are you willing to let things be awful and stand by? Or would you rather stand up and do something about it? It’s that “leave every place better than you found it” mentality. Are you going to be a bystander, or are you going to do something about it? It’s holding people accountable as they try to change the world. Caleb has seen too many people thrive and do terrible things by benefiting from the status quo to let it stand.

Battles – Hudson Taylor

“I was open, now I'm hidden from the danger of his words I have found a good position And I'll play for what he's worth, and he will find Nowhere left to hide"

Trent will fall. Caleb will not let him continue on the path he has planned.

Hold On To Memories – Disturbed

"Feel that aching in your heart Leaving you broken inside But we're never really gone As long as there's a memory in your mind"

The 8th floor. It’s just his way.

How Far We've Come – Matchbox Twenty

"I started running but there's nowhere to run to I sat down on the street and took a look at myself Said where you going man you know the world is headed for hell? Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to"

Eiselcross is rough for everyone, but it became a place of deep introspection for Caleb. What matters? What’s important when you’re faced with the possibility of the end? They’ve come so far as a family, but the future is just as scary as the past.

Here We Are – Breaking Benjamin

“So here we are Fighting and trying to hide the scars I'll be home tonight Take a breath and softly say goodbye”

The conversations with Essek. He sees himself so strongly in someone who is currently stuck in the “Car Radio” phase. All Essek can see are his mistakes, and they echo Caleb’s. Caleb knows the steps to getting better, to redemption, even if he can’t always get himself to take them and see them, and he really wants Essek to progress. To get better. To balance out his mistakes. Caleb knows that there’s no fix for doing horrible awful wrongs. What he does know is that the world works on scales. Essek can never undo all of the awful things he’s done, just as Caleb can’t. But they can leave places better, tip the scales in the other direction. That weight will never leave, you can never truly forgive and forget, but you can balance it out and tip the scales back to even, or even weighing more heavily towards good, with time. So pick the pieces up, say goodbye to the life you knew.

Through Hell – We Are The Fallen

"I wake in the night And I pray that I've been dreaming There's nowhere to hide From this nightmare calling to me Fear in me, Stays in me"

Aeor. As he gains more eyes, and the Somnovum calls, Caleb is preparing for the end. Cognouza is even more fucked up than he could have thought, and then his friends start gaining eyes as well. The fight against the Neo-Somnovum is terrifying and awful, and there's no time to think. Caleb literally dies in the fight, even if his friends bring him back right away. An absolute hellish nightmare that he just has to pull through.

From Heads Unworthy – Rise Against

"We are the children you reject and disregard These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts You can't disown us now, we are your own flesh and blood And we don't disappear just because your eyes are shut"

The start of Caleb's epilogue. His goal has always been to try and help the Empire. Trent was a large chunk of the corrupted iceberg, but he still wasn't all of it. He will pull away every bit of the influence that the Assembly has on young mages and make sure that they get to thrive as they should. He was one of those children once. There will not be more like him.

Promises – Hadestown

"I don't know where this road will end But I'll walk it with you, hand in hand I can't promise you fair sky above Can't promise you kind road below But I'll walk beside you, love Any way the wind blows"

Caleb and Essek will take all the time they have together. Caleb doesn't want to bind Essek to him, knowing how short his life is in comparison. But he will make what promises he can, while he can.

The Light Behind Your Eyes – My Chemical Romance

"When I'm here, no longer You must be stronger and If I could be with you, tonight I would sing you to sleep Never let them take The light behind your eyes"

Caleb will miss the world when he dies. He'll miss Essek, and whoever of the Nein he hasn't outlived. But he wants to go home. He wants to see his parents. This man will work so endlessly hard, love so intensely, and then, finally, he'll get to rest. He'll see them all again someday, in their own time.

#I love this funky orange wizard #One person said they wanted this and that was really all it took so thanks Pip #I've had this made for like.... over a year?#If y'all want the Essek one too lmk #Caleb Widogast

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feather-dancer · 3 years

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Tales of Arcadia Fanfic Recommendations - Part 6

I do admittedly have things left to read in my tabs I’d normally prefer to clear out before posting one of these but when you sail past the 30 mark I think it’s about time to get it out my drafts, yeah? Most importantly means this will be out before Rise of the Titans comes and emotionally destroys us all.

Needless to say soon as this is posted I give it 24 hours before 7 starts, we’ve got some amazing writers in this fandom and there’s a couple I juuust want one more chapter before I feel I can recommend it. Hope you find something you enjoy :)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

If at all interested in my own writing you can find it here!

General Trollhunters

Romeo, Question Mark - Jim is figuring himself out and has a question for Toby though nervous of how he might react. Honestly the support Aromantic’s need when they’re either questioning or coming out, Toby is a gem.

By The Book - After his dad left changing his world Jim had moments in his life where he needed to wrangle things in a way he could understand them with some moral support along the way that wasn’t there to do it for him, just give a light nudge the right direction. Comes with light Jilaire fluff.

That I Could Fear a Door - Jim was pulled from the Darklands whole but you cannot escape the trauma of your experiences quite so easily. It will take a little time, a lot of patience and perhaps the right ear to listen but with it can come hope.

Lest Back the Awful Door Should Spring - Sequel to the above, Jim’s capture to be sentenced by the tribunal echoes his experiences in the Darklands a little too closely sending all his careful progress hurtling back in one fell swoop. Is it any wonder he chose a false freedom that Unkar offered?

Façade - The confirmation that Mr. Strickler is not the man you thought he was probably was not going to be an easy one, Jim’s thoughts sit ill after that dinner.

Fashion - All changelings take root somewhere in a human life before their changeling one succeeds it and Nomura is no different. She felt love she could not understand and the ache of loss will follow for as she meanders through this world by the Whisper Man’s orders and her own volition of needing to belong somewhere. She will try her hand with the humans and the trolls, paint the road with blood as much as indulging herself with the arts and even risking her heart until everything leads her to Arcadia’s doorstep.

In Deep Trouble - What happened in the Deep during Season 2?

Aftermath - Just after the finale of Season 2 the Market trolls are forced to run leaving their homes behind and follow the Trollhunter they had dismissed so many times into the great unknown before them.

Don’t think - Jim weighs up his options and attempts to settle his thoughts before making the final decision whether or not to go through with using Merlin’s potion.

Nocturne for a Trollhunter - Jim learns a new hobby that gives him another way to relax that doesn’t involve cooking, one that follows him beyond Arcadia.

The Asteroid - A rare 3Below fic for my lists if centered on a certain hedge witch and Wizard. The end of the world is coming but not by Morgana’s hand and Merlin certainly never warned Douxie about it so if this truly is the end then it’s the best time to bring your loved ones close so you won’t be going out alone. Yes it’s Zouxie.

A bright future so it seemed (but that light grew a little less bright) - Claire’s parents (Or more specifically Ophelia) set her on the perfectionist’s path early, even a little slip can feel like the end of the world

Rest, Master Jim - You might be able to escape the Darklands but you cannot escape the consequences of being trapped there for so long as easily.

General Wizards

Not Found - So why did neither Douxie or Archie find the two remaining changelings in Arcadia or bring back the sole Akiridion when Merlin asked?

Place of Power - A lovely bit of shameless Zouxie fluff in that brief period the gang was at Hex Tech before the plot came to get them.

Bitter Water - Only two of the old team remain in Arcadia and those were Jim and Krel, the rest having left to pursue educational pursuits and in one particular case kept away for Nari’s safety. For the Akiridion he is still here with reminders of his heritage and what it took to have this life on earth chasing him all the way. It’s always good to have friends with a listening ear and hot chocolate.

Together, Dearest - The very act of resting is a potential invitation for nightmares and Nari is no different but when once more in the waking world you will find you’re not alone, there are hugs available.

The Night Belongs To Us - Lovingly described Skraelroc fluff during their long hunt for Merlin and the strangeness that can be observed on clearer nights.

Nineteen Plus Nine Hundred, Give Or Take - 900 years is a long time by anyone’s standards but perhaps during that Douxie can figure out how to truly live.

Twelfth Century Wizard, Twenty-First Century Witch - The follow up to the above, when you’ve lived a long and interesting life things can still pop up in odd ways... Even if you haven’t quite mastered the sacred art of texting yet.

ERAS TÚ (It was you). | Tales of Arcadia One-Shot - Would you want to live forever if it meant leaving everyone behind? Jilaire.

the only way for us to go - From his rescue from the streets of Camelot to the eventual guardian of this realm, Douxie has come a very, very long way. Through the frustrations of trying to learn magic, the belittling of others, the faith of Morgana and the power of music his experiences throughout 900 years truly make him what he is.

lay down your head - Even the mightiest can be plagued with the not so humble migraine. Skraelroc fluff.

Stricklake

Merry Christmas, Doctor Lake - Some Christmas gifts are worth going all out for and getting your friends and family to help out to make it extra special.

Grocery Run - After the incident where Merlin dismissed Strickler for being a changeling it is time for an excuse to get out the house for a bit and have a frank discussion about their relationship, the future beyond the incoming battle and lingering insecurities of two worlds colliding.

Alternate Universe

Fashionista, How Do You Look? - An AU that very much takes the term very literally here where everyone is human, Skrael, Bellroc and Nari are fashion designers plus many other ToA characters we know and love are either in the industry in some way themselves or on the fringes because of their jobs/who they know. Sometimes you work with catty bitches and want to kick back and watch the fireworks you know? Contains friends to almost to enemies to friends to maybe we’ll get our shit together this time but the odds aren’t great Skraelroc. There’s also a Zouxie oneshot in this collection that was a gift for meee because of the corner I dug in the AU.

Atlas, Fallen - When a star falls from the sky it is a punishment so when Atlas suddenly finds himself amongst the humans he had observed from above for countless ages in a flesh body like theirs he fears his Mother is punishing him and unable understand what he did wrong. While trying to find his way back home he gets a crash course in what it’s like to be human making friends along the way. Slow burn Jilaire.

she once was a true love of mine - I put this under the AU section even though it wavers between that and not, a mixture of classical Arthurian mythos and the glimpses of the Camelot in Tales of Arcadia where one kingdom collapses from war another strengthens by taking their princess as queen. While Arthur might have turned her head once it is the sibling that seems to be catching Gwen’s eye of late as much as her thoughts. Morgwen but in the department of pining.

Pulled From The Ocean - AU doesn’t quite fit this one but it feels a bit more fitting than general. A little oneshot snapshot of Jim living with deafness and the contrast of one world that falls easily into supporting that whereas the other tries their best but it makes the slip ups sting even more.

you are a stranger here, why have you come? - Fate is a funny old thing, something happens a little bit differently such as a father not leaving alone and everything can change so drastically. Nari’s fondness for children strikes again and this time it involves a 5-year old Jim Lake Jr. ending in the Order’s care and their foray into found family. Somehow Jim is even more of a disaster and as likely surmised from the fact I write this trope myself I am very weak for it.

go into your local forest and you will find a friend and a boy - Toby was unlucky in the friend department and by the time he is ten he still feels miserable and lonely having to endure Steve’s increasing bullying all the while. This is of course until he finds a blue half-troll hiding out the daylight hours munching cans in the local woods...

#trollhunters #3below #Wizards #ToAWizards #Tales of Arcadia

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freak-loving-geeks · 2 years

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hey so im in a HELL of a lot of pain rn and i cannot stop being in pain so, vax comfort fic time

prompt: “I just hurt so much”

word count: 568

Light. A necessary evil and archenemy of Dmitri Wildebrook. The wizard tended to shroud themself in darkness, avoiding light and the migraines brought with it whenever possible. However, constantly adventuring with Vox Machina can cause problems with that plan.

Case in point, today. The gang of adventurers had been invited to an event, which, of course, had to be brightly lit. Lanterns hung everywhere the eye could see, bonfires blazing bright. Dmitri had done their best to handle it, opting to cover their head, and for the most part it had worked. The migraine may have been buzzing quietly at the back of their head, but at this point, it wasn't debilitating.

That was, until the fireworks.

Blasts of light, accompanied with loud booms and cheers from an adoring crowd had proven to be too much for the wizard. The migraine that they had fought so hard to keep back came loudly into the front of their mind, causing them to hiss quietly, clutching their head. Dmitri attempted away from the group unnoticed, trying to lessen their pain and not disrupt the spectacle. However, no matter how much they tried, they could never truly fool one man: Vax’ildan Vessar, a half-elf rouge and Dmitri’s boyfriend. Vax stood beside them throughout the day, looking out for signs of pain. He looked for them when the fireworks started, and took note when they disappeared from view. While Dmitri went to go find a dark place, Vax slipped out, looking for them.

“Dmitri?” In a dark corner, a small figure sat curled up, hands over their ears and fingers over their eyes. Vax slowly stepped into the space, trying his best not to spook them or make anything worse. This was his partner he was approaching, after all. Any attempt to approach them in this state was completely out of comfort and concern. “Dmi, love, are you there?”

Dmitri popped their head up, tears at the edges of their eyes. “..Vax?” they meekly responded, and Vax took this a way of saying that it was okay to approach and asking for help at the same time. Rushing in, he softly grabbed their face, a worried look falling upon his own.

“My Gods, Dmitri... I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here sooner, do you want to talk about it?” Vax asked frantically. So worried for his partner, he missed the rise in his voice, until they winced and put their finger to his lips. “Quieter, please, dearest.”

Vax hummed quietly in understanding, and softly asked, “Is it alright if I hold you, lovely?” They nodded and he shifted their positions to one where Dmitri could lie upon his chest while still being able to see their face. “Why are you crying, Deems?”

While Vax asked that, a firework happened to go off, causing the wizard to hid their face in his cloak. “I just hurt so much, Vax. I can’t handle it anymore.”

At this, Vax moved his hand to run his hands through their hair, stopping sometimes to wipe Dmitri’s tears away. “Do I need to go find Pike?” he asked, knowing the healer would have something that would, at the very least, lessen their pain. However, Dmitri shook their head and buried themself deeper into his chest, “No... Please, Vax, just don’t leave me.” The rogue held them tighter, kissing the top of their head.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

#I have created a fic that is so self indulgent #im in love #please feel free to reblog im so proud of this #oc x canon #romantic f/o #f/o #self ship #selfship #self shipping #selfshipping #f/o community #f/o comfort #self ship community #selfship community #self shipping community #selfshipping community #self ship fic #f/o: vax

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Accepted — Hyun Soomin

♣ Hyun Soomin looks like Kim Chungha (solo) ♣ She was December 17, 1918; making her 106 but she appears 25 years old ♣ This Kumiho is Pansexual, Heart Defector, and a Three of Clubs ♣ She is an attendant at the Dragonfire Hotsprings and an errand girl

BIOGRAPHY

Bora was born to a single mother, a three of hearts serf full of dread and regret. It wasn’t always like that, though.

Her mother was a thousand years old kumiho who had been aging quicker than before during the past century, due to the stress and poor quality of life she led after losing all her money and, with that, her previous nine of hearts rank. Being a successful drug merchant wasn’t exactly the safest profession, with fierce and ruthless competition to go against it didn’t come as a surprise, even though it turned into a traumatic, life changing experience, to be framed and driven to bankruptcy. Never married to the father, he took that as a chance to abandon them, since his rank hadn’t been affected by the scandal. She lost everything except for the baby in her womb. All the way down to a three and with the little savings she had outside the Zuihuo Bank -not enough to change her rank- she was left with a huge debt, a large belly and almost no options for a new job. Homeless and having a hard time facing reality she wandered around directionless. She almost didn’t survive giving birth to Bora if it wasn’t for a spade healer that took pity on the kumiho trying to do it alone in an alley, her water breaking in the middle of the Joker moments before. Wondering what would be best for her and the baby, deserting hearts and trying to join spades seemed like her best bet, but she never made it to the spade territory. For some time, other lower rankers in the heart faction helped her and the newborn survive, she didn’t even feed in a long while because the stress caused migraines and slowly drained her power, but the incessant cries of her baby drove her insane until she reached a turning point. If she wanted to survive, if she wanted Bora to do so, she had to let her wild nature as a kumiho come out and be as ruthless as they were to her. The day Bora turned one year old she went into a feeding frenzy. She stole and hunted. She lied and deceived with her illusions. She hid. Every human heart and every human kidney she could get in her hands was split into halves, one for her and one for Bora. She wanted her daughter to come into her power as soon as possible while she gained enough strength and courage to initiate her next move. It came soon as a conclusion that it was either selling her body, taking part in morally dubious business or serving a rich family, and if she was going to do so, then the family she was indebted to was the most reasonable choice. At that moment she didn’t have a place to call home, nor any income. It was a blow to her already humiliated soul, but she would take it for her daughter. You would think an infant wouldn’t notice any of this, but Bora knew and felt, she absorbed all of it as she watched her mother work and take care of her at the same time to the point of exhaustion. Years later, when Bora was old enough, she began serving as well under the name Wisteria. Every serf working for the family received the name of a flower, and she decided to take the meaning of hers as a mantra; longevity and endurance defined foxes accurately. In a fresh bank account, she saved and saved, hoping to one day rise in the social scale and help clear her mother’s debt. It was harder than it seemed though, not earning much as a serf led her to contact people in the darkest alleys of the heart borough whenever she had a chance to go out. She ran errands for the house and for a drug dealing gang always going by Wisteria and not her birth name. A kumiho’s illusions and transformations came in handy for many things as it would appear. Her mother wasn’t happy with her decision, but Bora couldn’t stand watching how the serving life was weakening her day by day. It took decades to take a step upwards. Many times, she thought it would be impossible, but keeping an eye on her own -almost nonexistent- expenses and limiting her social life she became a four of hearts. Did anything at all feel different? No, but it actually gave her the opportunity to consider other means of living.

IN RECENT YEARS

Even though it sounded like a good idea, Bora never left the family she worked for, not even when she made it as far as five of hearts. She couldn’t leave her mother there, still being paid with just food and a bed to sleep on. There were so many things the young vulpe could do now, but she had grown used to the job, the faces and the fake sense of security that even her questionable side job gave her. And still, every once in a while, she could feel a tingling sensation all over her skin, her blood rushing through her veins and her trembling hands trying to reach for something invisible. She couldn’t help but wonder if this life was really meant for her.

Sooner or later things would change -her gut told her- but the way it happened marked her whole existence and dictated her future.

In the middle of the 2023 winter, January, her mother passed away. Depression and anxiety took her slowly over time, but too fast for a kumiho. She hadn’t turned into her fox form in a long while, even though Bora tried to make her. It was like she was giving up and her daughter couldn’t do anything but watch her fade away.

Was it unfair to feel betrayed by her mother and those she worked for? Bora didn’t know. All she knew was that everything hurt. Becoming orphaned and indebted by inheritance, which automatically demoted her to one of hearts, were never in her list of aspirations. Even the family she served for years started treating her differently, even though she was the same person. Her own existence started losing its meaning.-“Sorry for leaving so soon, Bora. I don’t know exactly when it’s going to happen, but I can feel that I won’t stay with you for much longer. Take care. You’re the only reason I haven’t left before. I love you.”

It was written on a letter she found among her mother’s belongings, next to a stack of older looking ones that after inspection revealed the strangely close relationship her mother maintained with a club, and not just a lowranker like her, not even a regular highranker like she used to be, he was a jack of clubs.

Making sure her tears didn’t smear the ink on the letters, she read through all of them, starting from the most distressed looking, the oldest. She learned that they met through work around the time her business saw enough success to branch out to other districts. Their relationship seemed merely professional at first glance, but Bora quickly caught up with the little affectionate terms and endearments they exchanged more and more frequently. It was also very clear that her mother was already involved with Bora’s father, but it didn’t seem to affect their mutual flirtation. She also learned that he was a kumiho as well as they casually talked about feeding, transformation and everything that was quintessentially a fox spirit’s concern.

Bora wondered if they got to meet in person and how often. If their longing for each other ever saw compensation. Hyperfixating on the letters for a whole month kept her from drowning in the despair she felt every time the world reminded her of the current situation and when she finished the last one, already more than ten years old, an epiphany took place.

Maybe this mysterious, at least in her eyes, jack of clubs was her ticket to a new life. All she had to do was leave everything behind, unpaid debt included, and flee towards the club district. They wouldn’t send anyone after her, right? They didn’t care for her mother until she offered herself in exchange for a roof.

Meeting him wasn’t as easy as she initially thought, though, the club borough was recovering for the recent civil war after all, everyone was extra vigilant. It turned out to be hard enough just to find his whereabouts, not to mention he was surrounded by heavy security, a necessity for a drug and gem trader, plus there was no apparent or justified reason for him to direct his attention to a one of hearts kumiho that had nothing but the bag she carried on her back. Unfortunately for him, Bora wasn’t going to give up as she couldn’t turn back. There was nothing but emotional pain waiting for her back in hearts. Yes, in clubs she would have to endure the physical kind, but her determination wasn’t running low.

It was during the third of her futile, middle of the street at night, ambushes that she mentioned her mother for the first time since she died, in a cry for help as his bodyguards slammed her to the ground. That was enough to discreetly take her back to his place and hear her out.

It was then when Bora learned his name, which the letters didn’t mention for privacy matters. Kwon Iseul sounded as serious as he was, at least from what Bora could grasp during the first conversation they had. He agreed to help her, but only under a long list of conditions that included a fake name and limiting most of her activities to the night.

From that moment on she would be known as Hyun Soomin.

Iseul covered her tracks so her debtors back at hearts couldn’t easily find her, a bit of personal rivalry getting in the mix, he also found her a place to stay and immediately commenced the mentoring and training she desperately needed. As kumihos, feeding in clubs wasn’t as easy as it was before, they no longer turned a blind eye much to Bora’s disappointment, but there were still ways that he taught her. Regarding fights, she had no experience, she only knew how to use her powers at a basic level. There was so much to do. A few days later, already in the third month of the year, she was officially a one of clubs under his wing.

Little by little she proved her worth as a warrior, from using illusions to transforming into a beautiful black fox, she used every advantage she had to very slowly raise her rank. Always letting some time pass between battles as the last thing in her interest was to call attention upon herself.

Nowadays she is a three of clubs.

She got a job at the hot springs as part of her façade and to make some money of her own, but until the Dragonfire reopens she just keeps running errands -in the dark and away from the heart district- for Iseul.

PERSONALITY

In the eyes of strangers, Bora is a quiet, observant, maybe even a judgmental person. She usually speaks in a low voice that holds her real personality back, unless provoked. Indeed, this is far from her true self, it’s just a reflection of who she used and fakes to be. Slowly, she is developing a daring and bold attitude that sometimes comes out at unexpected times. She’s simply getting to know herself better now that she doesn’t have to obey anyone. She responds to her sponsor, but she isn’t serving him. Plus, the fights are basically forcing her to be more assertive, she knows that presence and psychological dominance can play a big part when you’re physically smaller than the majority of your opponents. It’s not like she was a submissive small fry before, never acted like one, but it is now she’s finally starting to match her potential.

Smart, cunning, analytical, untrusting, individualistic, dominant, fearless. She is driven by nothing else than proving her own worth to herself, she has found out that she thrives in violence and that she is pretty good at beating people up. Her fighting style is full of tricks and backstabbing. Sometimes she shows another side of herself, more relaxed, flirtier and charmingly mischievous, a side she’s coming to after meeting new people, mostly those working for Iseul.

Her vulnerable side comes out at the memory of her mother and her mental health, especially during the last few months before dying. She doesn’t like at all talking about her or her past. This also leads to paranoia, wondering if one day someone will manage to take her back to the heart district, her debt still unpaid.

On another note, she rarely shows her fangs, tail, fluffy ears or anything that indicates her nature, which isn’t that common in the club borough and would give her out. Although, when she’s around people she trusts, mainly Iseul, she likes to display her foxy attributes.

She doesn’t discriminate based on ranks, knowing perfectly well what is like to be on the bottom, but she can be very judgmental towards highrankers if they show that very same kind of demeanor.

She has heard of the resistance many times, but she doesn’t care about it unless they mess with her lifestyle. It’s not like she disagrees with everything they stand for, but she obviously can’t accept their policies regarding vulpes’ feeding. Yes, humans are living beings, but she needs it to stay healthy and strong.

Congratulations Kisu your app has been accepted and we’re excited to have your muse on the dash with us.

PLEASE FOLLOW AND WELCOME @cunningtype TO KADEU!

#accepted;#clubs;

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