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intheclearblueskies · 1 year ago

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They Get Hurt

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Tanjiro:

How he got hurt: Inosuke broke his ribs.

The two got into what Tanjiro figured was a friendly spar. Inosuke was pissed about something your boyfriend had done, and so when he let his guard down, Inosuke charged right at him and rammed his head into Tanjiro's chest, cracking two of his ribs.

You had to laugh when Zenitsu started shouting at him for it, chasing him off so you could check on Tanjiro. He was a pretty good sport about the injury, letting you check him over and help him.

Really, though, what's with these Slayers, breaking ribs and getting concussed like it's your average Tuesday?! It was almost enough to get you to retire early just out of sheer exhaustion!

Nezuko:

How she got hurt: Tanjiro's forehead.

Tanjiro overslept, so Nezuko went to wake him up. She shook him before trying to headbutt him in anger. Unfortunately, his head was hard enough that he, first off, didn't wake up, second, caused her to start bleeding.

She went to you, eyes tearing up and glaring at the ground. You tried your best to soothe her, instead getting Zenitsu to wake him up with his shouting. You bandaged her forehead and Tanjiro apologized to her, looking quite guilty for it. She simply rubbed her face in his chest as if to say "I forgive you".

Zenitsu:

How he got hurt: he accidentally cut himself.

The two of you were doing a speed-chopping contest with the carrots you got as a reward for protecting a poor farmer and his daughters from a demon. Zenitsu was winning (key word was), before his hand slipped and the knife went through his index finger.

He immediately shouted in pain and dropped the knife, beginning to cry from the pain. You quit chopping the carrot to look him over. The sheer amount of blood was a little concerning, but luckily all he needed was some stitches. He'd done a number on his finger; you had to be a little impressed.

After it was said and done, you kissed the bandage to make it better and abandoned the chopping contest, instead taking your chopped carrot pieces for the group to eat as a snack.

Inosuke:

How he got hurt: he choked on his food.

To celebrate taking down a Lower Kizuki, you cooked the gang a special meal (with Nezuko's help guarding the kitchen from any would-be food snatchers). Once you all started eating, Inosuke blew through his portion with vigor, causing some concern between you and Zenitsu.

He seemed okay for the most part until he suddenly dropped his chopsticks on his plate, gasping for air. and weakly coughing. You realized pretty quickly what was going on and leapt from your chair, grabbing him around the waist and hauling him away from the table to do an emergency Heimlich. Thankfully, he spat out the hunk of meat and slumped over in your arms, exhausted. You made sure he was okay before letting him go back to the table.

Giyuu:

How he got hurt: he pissed off Sanemi.

The poor bastard just wanted to make up with the wind pillar over some slight or another. He tried giving the man some homemade ohagi, but he got his ass kicked anyway. He limped back to you, feeling a little worse than before and with only broken fingers and a squished ohagi. To be blunt, you were pissed. It took you hours of trying to make it perfectly, and he just squishes it and kicks your boyfriend's ass?

You patched up Giyuu, gave him lots of soothing hugs (and a kiss on the cheek, at his shy and awkward non-verbal request), and then proceeded to march up to Sanemi and verbally beat him down three ways to Sunday.

Kyojuro:

How he got hurt: he accidentally burned himself.

How ironic. A flame pillar, the best of the best in his field (and the only practicing user, but tomato tomato), one of the strongest slayers alive... and he's taken down by a campfire.

Kyojuro and you were on a little romantic getaway in one of your family's mountain cabins when you both decided to start a campfire and roast some meat and bake some apples. You'd done it many times before, so Kyojuro was the one in charge of finding some prime roasting sticks from the surrounding area. All was going well... until Kyojuro accidentally pushed his feet too far near it and gave himself second-degree burns.

He was pretty good-humored about the whole affair, even after you panicked and grabbed him and tossed him into the lake nearby to soothe the burn as a reflex. He simply laughed off your apologies, letting you help him to the house so that you could treat his burns and wrap his feet.

Muichiro:

How he got hurt: he got decked by a bear.

You read that right: Muichiro got pimp-slapped by an irritated bear. How, you might ask? The boy himself doesn't even know. The two of you were just walking along and you came across a bear lying in the sunlight. Muichiro wasn't paying attention, so he accidentally stepped on the bear's paw and woke it right up. In retaliation, the animal roared and swiped at him with a paw, hitting him clean in the face and knocking him back. By the time you helped him back up, the bear was gone.

The two of you were stunned by the sudden move, but it soon devolved to you both laughing so hard you fell to the grass again. Luckily, he only had light lacerations across his face and would heal up just fine. The incident became an inside joke prime for confusing the other pillars.

Shinobu:

How she got hurt: she got the stomach flu.

Generally, Shinobu has made herself pretty much immune to regular ailments like colds and being poisoned, but one day you visited her only to be warned by Aoi that she was sick. You rushed right in to see her sitting in her room, pale and sweaty, with an untouched cup of tea before her.

She explained tiredly that she'd been sick all morning, and she could keep nothing down. You offered to nurse her, but she laughed gently and declined. She said you could stay around if you wanted, so you did. You kept her company during the times when she wasn't rushing to the bathroom.

Gyomei:

How he got hurt: he accidentally headbutted you.

The two of you were in battle and you were too busy fending off the demon in front of you to realize where Gyomei was. You turned to see how he was at the same moment when he leapt to your aid, causing the two of you to knock noggins and fall back.

He luckily recovered faster than you, defeating your foe before you struggled to your feet. He apologized for hitting you and lead you back home.

Sanemi:

How he got hurt: he got food poisoning.

Karmic retribution for insulting your cooking, methinks? Sanemi said your egg rice sucked one day, and the next brought him right to your door, looking horribly ill and asking for your assistance. Apparently, he ate some bad sushi and had been curled over the toilet all day before Shinobu told him he might as well just go to you so that you could monitor him. He was too weak to snark back and just did as told.

After your five-second feeling of 'what are the odds' and chuckling at it, you felt bad for him and let him hole up in your guest room all day with a sick basket, bringing him water and easy foods and just comforting him.

Akaza:

How he got hurt: he got stabbed in the throat.

You were out and about at night when a demon snuck up on you two with the intent to kill and eat you. Akaza defended you, but the demon wasn't amused and stabbed him in the throat with his... bone... knives. (Think Kimimaro's bone technique, but oni). It was very gross, but very, very cool.

You managed to kill the demon and tried your best not to panic, going over to him to see if he was alright. He healed it the best he could, but he was still a little grumpy for the rest of the night. (You eventually had to get him a small jar of blood to make him feel better... it wasn't from you, it was a favor called in by Shinobu. Whose blood it was, you didn't want to know.)

Douma:

How he got hurt: you accidentally stabbed him.

To your credit, it was absolutely an accident. You were training with your katana and he snuck up on you, causing you to whirl around and stab him in the shoulder. When you realized it was him, you freaked out, apologizing as he stood there, momentarily stunned.

Fortunately, he wasn't that mad about it. Actually, he seemed to like? it?? You stood there in surprise as he started talking about joining you during your training (with a weird blush on his face... you weren't sure if you should be worried or relieved).

Kokushibo:

How he got hurt: he got wisteria poisoning.

You forgot that you had embed your blade with a bit of wisteria poison for the next time you went on a mission, and when you fought with Kokushibo, you managed to nick his arm -- and accidentally poisoned him.

You panicked when the area began to change color, and hurriedly offered some blood. Thankfully, it didn't take much longer for his body to neutralize it, although he felt a little weaker than usual. He praised your poison use, although he was a bit more wary of your blade after that.

Muzan:

How he got hurt: he got stabbed.

It wasn't a very bad wound, of course -- the slayer was fairly new and managed to slice across his bicep. It was more of an annoyance than anything, so he quickly dispatched of the newbie by ordering one of his minions to end them.

Yoriichi:

How he got hurt: he twisted his ankle.

You were both caught up in battle with a demon when Yoriichi leapt from the trees. He landed wrong on his ankle and fell to the ground. You fended off the demon while he got back up, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket to wrap his ankle with before he got back into battle.

Once you defeated the foe, you sat him down and took a look at the ankle. Thankfully, he hadn't done anything past twisting it, so you untied it and retied it with some bandages.

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islandtarochips · 1 year ago

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OC Interview

Thank you @justasmolbard and @alypink for the tag! And I would like to share with my favorite sibling duo!

Name: Tiala Toa

Nickname: Tiala, Toa, Tia, Ala (her brothers), Shark, Sharky (Agnes and Nigel), First Sergeant Shark/Toa/Tiala

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Scorpio

Personality Type: Neutral Good

Height: 170cm/5’7ft

Orientation: Heterosexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: Samoan

Fave Fruit: Apple and Orange

Fave Season: Summer

Fave Flower: Hibiscus

Fave Scent: Ocean smell

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Usually drink tea. Not a fan of coffee. But mostly water she drinks though.

Average Hours of Sleep: Usually sleep a very good 6 hours on a good day but sometimes she had a hard time sleeping for having some…minor flashbacks which still haunts her. So a bit of 4-5 hours on some days. Not EVERYDAY.

Dog or Cat Person: She likes both equally. But mostly on the dog side since she had three dogs back in American Samoa.

Dream Trip: Anywhere where her and her family can spend their peaceful and fun time together.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Depends on the temperature that she’s in. When it’s warm, she usually uses one light blanket. When it’s cold, she needs a whole heavy layer of blankets. She NEEDS it.

Random Fact: Usually sings to herself instead of showing off. She only wanted to sing with Kanoa and her family. (Didn’t mean to brag but her and Kano even her other brothers got some good singing voice~)

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Name: Kanoa Toa

Nickname: Kanoa, Noa, Toa, Captain Toa, Alpha 0-6, Captain Funnypants (Tiala called him that)

Gender: Male

Star Sign: Aries

Personality Type: Excellent Good

Height: 187cm/6’2ft

Orientation: Heterosexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: Samoan

Fave Fruit: Mango

Fave Season: Winter

Fave Flower: Nothing

Fave Scent: His own cologne (chanel by the way trying to impress the ladies)

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Does Sodas count? (It’s Diet Coke by the way) Not into coffee or tea.

Average Hours of Sleep: Sleeps pretty good in 6 hours. Bit of a rough night sometimes with his PTSD. Just like his sister. 4-5 hours but he’s mostly in a good condition to sleep well.

Dog or Cat Person: Dog person. Definitely a dog person. Just like I said before on Tiala’s interview that they have three dogs back in American Samoa. (He even ask his brothers or parents to facetime him with the dogs)

Dream Trip: He has been dreaming of going to Paris. Just to see if he can get a chance to catch on with the ladies. (This poor man is desperate-)

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Blankets are for the WEAK! Random Fact: Would you believe him that he can cook REALLY good food? Even make some other cultural dishes?

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sorryforthephilosophy · 9 months ago

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Human Nature is Diversity

Fun fact about apples: if two apple trees have sex and make a baby apple tree, no matter how good the apples from the parent trees are, the child tree is almost certain to produce apples we would consider inedible. Every apple you get from the store is from a clone of one of the very few trees that produces good apples.

The reason is because an apple tree’s genome is so complex, more than twice the size of our genome, that any pairing of genes from two parents is going to have results that are currently beyond our ability to predict. There are so many possible ways that the combination of apple-taste genes can express themselves that only a tiny percentage of those combinations result in the apple tasting good.

Or, in statistics terms: apple taste is complex enough to appear random to us, and what we consider “tastes good” is at the far end of the bell curve, a few standard deviations out.

Moving on: Many people have argued over the years about what the fundamental nature of humans is. Are humans inherently altruistic, or inherently selfish? Independent or born to be followers? Ingenious or stupid? Monogamous or polyamorous? Brave or cowardly? Is religious belief inherent, or are people naturally atheists unless taught otherwise?

I would argue that the most accurate thing we can say about human nature is that humans are diverse. Humans are selfish and altruistic, independent and dependent, ingenious and stupid, monogamous and polyamorous, religious and atheistic, and they always will be.

Think of everything that goes into forming a human’s personality: their genetics, the fetal and childhood factors affecting brain development, their upbringing, and even a smattering of free will (allowing people to make decisions about what kind of person they want to be and sometimes allowing them to move in that chosen direction). And that means that people, like apple trees, are not only incredibly diverse but, importantly, unpredictably diverse. You can’t tell what a person will be like just by looking at their genes, or just by looking at their neonatal environment, or just by looking at their culture and family. I would go so far as to say that even considering all of those things together, your ability to predict what a person will be like is fairly poor. Predicting how a human will turn out is about as accurate as predicting what the weather will be like a month from now.

There’s also the argument that a lot of social psychologists would make, that none of these characteristics we think of inherent are actually stable within a single individual, but are strongly affected by circumstance. Take the question of whether humans are inherently independent, or are inherently followers. Social psychologists would have lots of good studies to point to that say that by tweaking conditions you can, at high levels of predictability, make someone act independently or make someone act like a follower. Yet the social psychologists are looking at averages and probabilities, not certainties. Humans are still, at their core, unpredictable. You can put people in an environment designed to make them more obedient to authority, and most of them will be, but you’ll always find someone bucking the trend.

If we take the diversity of humans as their core trait, it tells us that any demographic-based assumptions about individuals are, at their very best, guesses. It could be true to say “women act like this” or “people from this culture think this way” or “older people react this way” when speaking about population averages, but none of these generalizations can ever be reliable when speaking of actual individuals.

The thing we can learn is that any social system that allows outliers to have an outsized effect on society is a social system that guarantees that this will happen. This can as easily be good or bad. If your social systems are built such that one-in-a-billion scientific geniuses are given the resources to make scientific discoveries, they will come to the forefront and science will be advanced by great leaps. On the other hand, if your social systems are such that one-in-a-billion most dangerous sociopaths can utilize their manipulative skills to rise to power, then that will inevitably happen. In any large enough population, you’re going to have the scientific genius capable of changing the world, and the dangerous sociopath capable of taking power.

In other words, you can’t design any system for “normal people” if all it takes is one person to vastly change the outcome. If you’re designing a prison, and your goal is for few people to ever escape, then design it with the average prisoner in mind. If your goal is zero escapes, then design it with the world’s most talented and creative escape artists in mind. And even then, your task may be impossible if you’re not one of the world’s most talented prison designers.

When philosophers ruminate about human nature, they tend to fall into optimistic and pessimistic camps. “The future will be okay because people are inherently smart and good and peaceful,” or “the future will be awful because people are inherently self-destructive and selfish and mean.” I think the truth is neither and this means we have to be utilitarian in how we view society. There will always be people capable of doing the things we most want them to do, and there will always be people capable of doing the things we least want them to do, and the question that decides our future is which our social systems privilege. It also means we’ll never have a complete utopia or a complete dystopia, not without fundamentally changing the nature of human brains, because you’ll always have some asshole ready to make trouble in a utopia, and you’ll always have someone willing and capable of fighting back against the dystopia.

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islaricci · 1 year ago

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Full Name: Isla Leonora Ricci

Nickname(s): Isla. She hates being called Leonora, only the people close to her even knows it is her middle name.

Date of Birth: 12th of April

Hometown: Kismet Harbor, Oregon

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Engaged to @elianxbrowne

Occupation: Store Owner of Della Moda

Living Arrangements: Studio flat Downtown

Language(s) Spoken: English, some Italian

Label: The Vixen

Positive Traits: Confident - Loyal - Honest

Negative Traits: Insecure - Sensitive - Jealous

Isla was born and raised in Kismet Harbor. She is the youngest and has two older brothers.

In high school she was in with the popular crowd and got on well with the older kids within it as well. Always having been a social butterfly, she loved to attend parties, be social and in general just hang out more than she enjoyed studying. She was on the cheerleader team and made captain her senior year.

Isla has always had big dreams for the future, and one of them was to leave the small town of Kismet Harbor and move to the big city. Despite her average grades, the brunette managed to get into college in non other than New York where she ended up enrolling to study business management.

However, school has never been the woman's strong suit and she was easily influenced by her older room mate who was not the most focused on college themselves, so she soon after adopted a party life style, spending the majority of her time enjoying the night life in the big apple and whatever it had to offer. This naturally impacted her grades, and she ended up failing her course. As a result, Isla was asked to leave due to her poor attendance.

As she was too embarrassed about the outcome of her collage to return home, when her room mate told her about the side business she was doing to get herself through college, she was intrigued and not hard to persuade to join. Isla then signed up with an escorting agency and ended up living in the big city until long after graduation, telling her family she had managed to land a big corporate job and had no plans to return home any time soon.

Working as an escort allowed Isla to live a comfortable life in luxury, treating herself to luxury items from the payments she made as well as fancy dinners. It wasn’t until she experienced a very uncomfortable situation with one of her regular clients, she packed up her bags and moved back home to Kismet Harbor.

After moving back, she excused herself to her parents that she wasn't planning on sticking around forever, so she took a receptionist job at the local therapy clinic, even though she knew she was lucky to even be able to land that job with her grades from high school.

Although she didn’t plan on sticking around town for longer than necessary, her plans soon changed after she ran into her childhood friend and long term unrequited crush, Elian Browne. Despite leaving things on a sour note when she revealed she was leaving town originally, the two slowly reconnected, and eventually it felt as if no time had passed between them at all.

It also came as no surprise that the feelings for her friend that she had long buried, or at least tried to, resurfaced with the time the two started to spend together. However, Isla had always been too scared to say anything to him in fears that she would end up loosing him completely. It wasn’t until Elian caught Isla on a date and admitted his feelings for her, that she eventually managed to get up her courage and reveal her long standing affection for him in return.

The two have been dating ever since, and in all honesty Isla hasn't as much as looked at another man in the same way ever since. Her heart truly belongs to Elian only, and she is his for as long as he would like to have her. At one point in their relationship, right before Valentines day in 2024, Elian started behaving suspiciously, which obviously led Isla to believe the man was having an affair. After confronting him about it, he revealed that he had secretly been working on a location the two had visited prior when she aired the idea that she was looking to open up a shop in town, seeing she was now sticking around.

That was how her long standing dream, alongside the kind investment from the Hawthorn brothers, became a reality and how Della Moda came to be. With a focus on sustainable fashion in addition to wanting to assist any local artists in terms of their own business with items that she can sell in her shop, Isla has taken a leap of faith and is ready to take on a new challenge as a business woman.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Childhood Friend (Potential love interest) - The two would have been as thick as thieves when they were younger, all the way throughout high school. Even though they were never romantically involved, people always joked that the two of them would end up getting married one day. The two would have just laughed it off, even though maybe low key they had a crush on one another, or maybe it was even just one sided? Regardless, they never acted on their potential feelings towards one another. When Isla left town (or them depending if they are older or not) they lost contact.

Former clients 2/2

Best friend(s)

High School Rival

Friends

Older brother 0/1 (One is a NPC)

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thornstocutyouwith · 2 years ago

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Name: Despereaux Ludde Benjamin Sorley Ásgeir Kristofor Davie Howie Jovian Wolfram Glaucia Pandora

Meaning of Name: Despereaux: Sorrow, To feel astonishment or Wonder. Ludde: Famous Warrior; Well-known Fighter. Benjamin: Son of the right hand, A favorite son. Sorley: Summer wanderer. Ásgeir: Spear of the gods. Kristofor: He who holds Christ in his heart. Davie: Cherished; Beloved. Howie: Brave Heart. Jovian: Jupiter. Wolfram: Wolf, Raven. Glaucia: Steel blue color. Pandora: All-gifted.

Nickname(s): Ben, Bennie, Kris, X,

Age: 30

Birthday: December 25

Species/Nationality: Human, American (Las Vegas)

Accent: Yes

Language spoken: English,

Powers: None

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Normal human weaknesses, Cranberry Allergy,

Pet: Weasel (Severus, Male)

Occupation: Professional Skateboarder, ex-Video game store employee,

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Description: Shoulder length curly brown hair. Unstyled. Hazel eyes. Burn on one side of his face. Piercings on his right eyebrow, his navel, his nasal septum, his upper lip, his lower lip and his tongue.

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Wears fine clothes, mostly in black, and revealing, and traditionally expensive boots. Gold diamond bracelet shaped similarly to a snake with a 1960s style. Teardrop earring in Victorian style, colored lavender/purple, that he keeps on a backpack. Earring shaped like five apples, that he keeps on a backpack. A blindfold. Wooden ring. Upside Down teardrop shaped pin. Mask. Dark rose pendant. Almond shaped crystal pendant.

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 175

Body Build: Average/Athletic

Backstory/Background:

Despereaux was born into a poor family. He was born the youngest of seven other children. Because their family was quite large, and their parents had always been working some job or another. The children were often left alone and began to be neglected. This often left to some of his older siblings stepping in to take care of their younger siblings while their parents were busy working. For some years Despereaux would grow up in their family home. He would develop a wild sense of adventure and often be caught wandering around the yard, and farm land their old family home sat on.

But because of his parents always being busy and never having time, Despereaux would also develop into being more difficult to handle at times. Going through a rough phase. This did not help when one night his parents had turned up murdered by some means, due to their careers. The children were then shipped off to an orphanage. The death of his parents had left Despereaux a bit traumatized. For many years that followed after that trauma had affected his day to day life.

Despereaux would become separated from most, and then all of his siblings as they were placed in different orphanages across the state. Their family home condemned. Though there was something...supernatural about the orphanage Despereaux would come to find himself in. Even as a young boy, the vibes were certainly uncomfortable to him. Within this orphanage had also been a secret door. One which Despereaux was told not to go into, at all, if he ever found himself near it. Which he would, several times, actually. He would also feel very frightened each time it would appear.

Despite this, Despereaux would continue living an average life. He would attend a normal, average human school, full of all the cliques and sub-cliques one can imagine. Despereaux would also start to get into many different activities over time. Mostly into skating, as he would find himself hanging out with the skaters more and more. At his school there was a lot of tension between the different main cliques. This was because a rumor had surfaced about an emo and a prep getting together. After this rumor spread far enough, the clique soon began to clash. Despereaux however couldn’t be bothered with it all. It was mostly bullshit and nonsense in his opinion. Instead he focused on himself and his interests.

Despereaux lives at the orphanage until he is seventeen years old and then moves out into his own apartment. He gets a job not long after working at a video game store and life seems to go very well for him. He starts playing instruments and working on his skating and singing for the most part. Eventually earning a reputation and becoming a professional skateboarder.

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Distant, Talkative, Hyper, Amusing, Sad, Popular, Understanding, Perceptive, Vivacious, Attractive, Skillful, Appreciative, Realistic, Sober, Skeptical, Unhurried, Strict, Restrained, Sarcastic, Offhand, Forgetful, Nihilistic, Selfish, Desperate, Argumentative, Grand, Escapist,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Smelling things, Believes in mythical creatures, Toys with small objects, Committing Petty Crime, Muttering when worried, Prone to stuttering, Believes in and practices magic, Squints, Adventurous eater (Including Leaves, flowers, rocks...), Has bad tastes for relationships, Unnerved by the ocean, Unlucky, Is double jointed, Prone to humming, Nibbles on things, Tinkerer, Thumb/Finger sucking, Ashamed of their liking comics, Unnerved by UFOs, Optimistic, Drinking condiments, Foot tapping when nervous, Never bored, Reciting strange facts, Dislikes attention, Has a good reputation, Vague, Skill: Magic, Alchemy, Fencing, Metalworking, Glassblowing, Martial Arts, Juggling, Following Trails, Figuring things out, Sculpting, Remembering Details, Falconry, Artistic Skills, Acting, Calligraphy, Haggling, Smooth-talking, Skating, Agile/Movement based skills, Knitting, Pyrotechnics, Philosophy, Imaginative, Lying, Mathematics, Taxidermy, Making people feel comfortable and safe around him, Knot tying, Running, Acrobatic, Programming, Tight Rope walking, Masonry, Hobbies: Impulsive online shopping, Embroidery, Digital art, Civil War History/Site Visiting, Tattooing, Archeology, Golfing, Hunting ancient artifacts, Board/Tabletop Games, Reviewing Gadgets, Entertaining, Feng shui, Visiting Museums across the world, Journaling, Leather tooling, Book Restoration, Farming, Jiu Jitsu, Lego Building, Experimenting,

Likes: Sweets, Animals, Art, Music, Books, Sketching, Video games, Comics, Manga, Instruments, Board/tabletop games, Skateboarding, Singing,Guitar, Piano, Band, Music History, Recording Studios, Anime, Music, Fighting, Making fun of preps, Conspiracy Theories, Goblincore, Wizards and Witches, Climbing, Archery, Pickles, Exploring, Games, Paleontology, Holidays, Worms, Sandcastles, Tigers, Chickens, Poetry, Martial Arts, Quilts, Pranking, Flowers, Organization, Heights, Volunteering, Foreign Music, Frogs, Painting, Photography, Fungi, Fairy Tales, Winter, Training Animals, Playing Instruments(Piano preferably, Reed Pipes), Mythical Creatures, Strategy, Owls, The color Green, Crafting, Trains, Fantasy Novels, Favorite Drinks: Black Russian, Antoccino, Doppelbock, Traminer, Lucazade, Sodastream, Bourbon milk punch, Syrup, Favorite Foods: Applesauce, Raisin Toast, Baby Ruth, Long John Silvers, Kiwano, Bamboo Shoots, Fat Rascal, Popchips, Crab Ice Cream, Anneau du Vic-Bilh, Slow Cooker Parmesan Ranch Oyster Crackers, Strata, Guava Mango Pop Tart, Tavern Sandwich, Cornish Game Hen, Lobster Bisque, Tangerine Dream Pepper, Bubble Tape Gum, Cheetos Crunchy Cheddar Jalapeno, Sauce Africaine, Dark Chocolate Cherry Cordial Popcorn, Cinnamon Pecan Swirl Cookies, Puto, Chicken Tikka Curry, A&W Root Beer Jelly Belly, Cadbury Creme Egg Cupcakes, Chocolate Orange Cookies, White Chocolate Oreos, Hazelnut Pear Muffins, Star Anise, Chicken Fajita Quesadillas,

Dislikes: Rude People, Bugs, The Cold, Annoyances, Idiots, Jerks, Jocks, Preps, Teachers, Cop Shows, Chess, Treasure Island, Rocks, Clay, Cleaning, Pastel Colors, Spring, Competitive Sporting, Bats, Wonder Woman, Mathematics, Statues, Magical Girls, Hardwood Floor, Clubbing, Hand-Holding, Puppets, Fire,

Fears: Fear of snakes, Speaking publicly, Necrophobia, Fear of darkness,

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Other: Capricorn,

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Sibling(s): 7 older siblings.

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Ice and Fire AU: Visemon Black

#Bios #DespereauxBio #Old Muse #MasonBio #NormalMason #NormalMasonBio

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lainylainyy · 2 years ago

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Writing request:

Wally is "twelve apples tall". when average apple size is taken into account that means hes about 3ft tall

Reader is 5'9" (human, gender neutral)

Wally is unconcerned by this

Reader is concerned about alot of things

Namely why they're not freaking out more

Secondly why theres a blue dog suit in their new house

"silly, silly... you're my best friend :)"

(Affectionate!wally ok)

this was very fun to write! Sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, but I actually really liked writing this, I might make a similar series to this prompt in the future! Thank you so much for your request ^^

word count:902

warnings/cw’s: none

Name) panted lightly as they opened the door to their new house. Don't get them wrong, they were excited to have a change of scenery, it's just that they felt rather exhausted. After a good ten minutes of dragging stuff inside from the moving truck, they decide to try to organize their belongings.They grab a box full of sentimental things, like childhood memories and they decided they were going to put these in the attic for safe keeping, so they wouldn't get lost.

Propping the attic ladder up,(Name) grabs the box and puts it under their underarm, beginning to climb the latter. Once they fully got inside the small space, they realized that the person that was originally inhabiting this house before them left a bunch of their stuff in the attic. (Name) sighed in frustration, to them, it was just more shit that they had to organize and toss out.

While (Name) was annoyed, a part of them was curious of what the previous owner could've left behind. They felt kind of bad for snooping through others stuff, but to be fair, they did leave it unattended.(Name) went through some of the boxes, and nothing was really catching their eye, old CD’s, family memories, things like that. They were bored until they stumbled upon a rather large box, unlike the others, this one was taped heavily, to the point they had to tear it open with their keys.

(Name) coughs as they open the box, whatever was in here must've been really old because as soon as it opened, particles of dust flew out. Picking up the first thing they could grab, they are greeted with a.. Weird blue dog head? This looks like something that would be in a old 70s cartoon. What is something like this doing here? Upon digging out everything in the dusty box, they find the matching body for the costume. For something so dusty, it still seemed to be in perfect condition.

They would have worried more about the dog costume, if it wasn't for hearing rustling come from another box in one of the corners in the attic.This immediately caught (Name)’s attention. Worried that a animal could be in there, they immediately drop the dog costume, dust off their hands and approach the moving box. Slowly, they pick it up and begin to pick off the tape, aiming the box away from them just in case the something inside was angry.

Aiming the box at the floor, (Name) lightly shakes the box, instead of something, like a cat jumping out, there's a small puppet with yellow skin that ragdolls on the floor. Confused, they slowly reach towards the puppet to lift it up. But before they can even get a good grip on the puppet, its hand reaches to grab (Name)’s wrist, their eyes widen in shock, dropping the poor puppet on the floor.

‘’Ah! W-What are you??’’ They say, speaking to themself in horror of what just happened.They needed to get the hell out of here.They began to speed walk towards the exit. But before they can exit the attic, they hear the puppet calling out to them. ‘’Wait.. New friend, dont leave.’’ The puppet says with a sad tone. (Name) breathes in deeply,before turning towards the puppet. At this point, the puppet managed to stand on its two stuffed legs, staring directly at them.

Slowly but surely, they approach the puppet. ‘’How is this possible? You should be inanimate!’’(Name) exclaims in confusion. The puppet chuckles in response, its voice was monotone, and it had a weird laugh.Fearfully, they approach the puppet, who is staying awfully still, until (Name) is about five feet away, and launches itself at them in a hug. This makes (Name) screech in terror, but the puppet refuses to let them go, enjoying the embrace of a hug, it's been too long..

It's been a couple months since (Name) found the puppet in the attic. At first, they were scared shitless because they thought it was haunted, but they quickly learned that it had no ill intent. They also learned the puppet had a name, his name is Wally. The first couple weeks, they were still scared of Wally, avoiding him whenever they were able, but Wally never seemed to mind, staring at them intently.

After around a month, (Name) becomes a bit more calm around Wally. They began to kind of hang out together? Sometimes they would watch the television together, that always ended up with Wally asking a question every five seconds. The point where their relationship began to grow was when Wally became more affectionate. He would cling onto (Name) a lot, hugging onto them or just leaning on them. Honestly, over time, (Name) became less afraid of Wally, and started to return the favor, which made Wally ecstatic.

They were honestly kind of confused as to why they weren't more freaked out, they most definitely should of told someone about this, but they decided to keep Wally around. Which honestly wasn't the worst decision they couldve made. Sure, they have to keep the small puppet man inside at all times for obvious reasons, peaking Wally’s curiosity, wondering why he wasn't allowed to see the outside, but over time they actually became somewhat grateful for Wally, for having a friend that will truly never leave,someone that was so affectionate.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #fanfic #fanfiction #requests #welcome home fanfic #ao3 #arg #wally darling #Wally #wally darling x reader #reader #self insert

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sluttbuttsstuff · 4 years ago

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SILVER CHARIOT “SUGAR DADDY” APPLICATION FORM: Bruno

NAME: Bruno Buccellati

AGE: 32

OCCUPATION: CEO/Owner of Buccellati Seafoods

ANNUAL INCOME AVERAGE: 7.8 million dollars

BACKGROUND HISTORY: Created His company at the age of 20, and was able to quickly rise the ranks of Italian Seafood providers and become the biggest producer of seafood in Italy with his ingenuity and personal skills very quickly. Buccellati seafoods is also one of the top 10 companies to work for in Italy, and top 50 in the world, thanks to good values and strong leadership from Buccellati himself. Aside from his work as CEO, he also spends much of his free time fundraising and donating to charities, promoting welfare for families and the middle class of Italy, and funding research and development into safer, environmentally friendly shipping and fishing in the ocean, as well as restoring ocean damage and global warming prevention.

PERSONAL INFO: Bruno came from a poor family of fishers, but grew up with a strong work ethic and morals thanks to his father, Paolo. Despite his parent’s divorce, and his fathers untimely death, Bruno was able to take his father’s ship and fishing business, and turn it into a multi-million dollar business. Bruno has never lost his love for the sea, and will often join expeditions to see how his crew lives and make sure they’re well equipped. When he’s not working on his business, or his many charities, he prefers to spend his time alone, relaxing on his personal yacht or beach-front house. He is a romantic, sentimental type, and is most interested in the Silver Chariot Program for a relationship, rather than no-strings sex. Keep this in mind, as he’s likely to develop feelings, and prefer to be your only client.

EXPECTATIONS: Would ask that he is your only client, is willing to adjust your salary to encourage you. Would also prefer to date someone with his ethics and morals. Because he’s a very busy businessman, his free time is sporadic and often unplanned, so he asks you not to have any other jobs/responsibilities, and be willing to meet up with him on short notice. Will cover any living expenses, excursion costs, as well as allot a monthly salary for your personal use. Also willing to donate to any charity of your choice, provided they are accredited and a worthy cause. If the arrangement goes well, he will consider allowing you to move in full time at one/all of his residences. May ask on occasion you attend one of his events for work or fundraising, but only if you’re comfortable in public situations, and only after you have an established relationship.

LIKES: Sailing, the ocean, family, strong values, seafood, jazz music, deep conversations,physical affection

DISLIKES: Apples and beans, rudeness, superiority complexes, one night stands

IDEAL TYPE: Bruno would most prefer someone who is caring and willing to be open and honest with him. Because of his hectic and tiring lifestyle, he would prefer someone who is willing to spend their time with him at his home or on his yacht. He has no preference for men or women, but has no sexual interest unless he can first develop feelings for someone.

IDEAL FIRST DATE: Fresh Seafood dinner on his yacht, spend the rest of the night watching the stars listening to Miles Davis and getting to know one another

PAYMENT: Monthly allowance on a price agreed, as well as any other monthly expenses (cell phone, car fuel, etc) covered. Any events/dates/outings to be paid for by Bruno.

#jjba #fic #imagines #mine #sluttbuttsstuff #sugar daddy applications #sugar daddy!au #bruno x reader #bruno #bruno buccellati

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mostlysignssomeportents · 4 years ago

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Monopolists are winning the repair wars

In 2018, dozens of states introduced Right to Repair bills. These bills are wildly popular among voters, but wildly unpopular among monopolists ranging from Apple to Microsoft to Google to GM to John Deere to Wahl. Every one of these bills was defeated.

Repair advocates regrouped for 2021. 27 R2R bills have been introduced at the state level. Every single one that came up for a vote was defeated, thanks to aggressive lobbying by an unholy alliance of the country’s largest, most profitable, least taxpaying corporations.

In 2014, a pair of American political scientists published a groundbreaking peer-reviewed paper analyzing 30 years’ worth of US policy-making that compared policy outcomes to public polling results.

https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/perspectives-on-politics/article/testing-theories-of-american-politics-elites-interest-groups-and-average-citizens/62327F513959D0A304D4893B382B992B#authors-details

They concluded that general public sentiment had almost no impact on US policy making — but the political preferences of wealthy people and large corporations were hugely predictive of what laws and regulations we’d get.

Or, in poli-sci jargon, “Economic elites and organized groups representing business interests have substantial independent impacts on U.S. government policy, while average citizens and mass-based interest groups have little or no independent influence.”

The Right to Repair fight is a hell of a proof of this principle. It’s really hard to overstate the popularity of the idea that you should be able to fix your own stuff, or choose where you get your stuff fixed.

Take auto-repair. As auto-manufacturing has grown more concentrated, car makers have squeezed independent mechanics — as close to a folk-hero as the American imagination can produce! — to the margins.

After all, forcing car owners to use official service depots has huge advantages: manufacturers can gouge on service prices, they can force drivers to buy expensive original parts, and they get to unilaterally decide when a car is beyond repair and force you to buy a new one.

Drivers have a good intuitive sense that this is going on. That’s why, when Bay Staters voted on Massachusetts Question 1 (an automotive R2R ballot initiative) in 2012, it passed with an 86% majority!

Mass Question 1 is a really good example of how monopolists can arm-twist politicians into frustrating the will of the people. Immediately after the 2012 initiative, auto-makers set about retooling their cars to escape the new right to repair rule.

The 2012 rule forced automakers to give mechanics access to diagnostic info from cars’ wired internal networks, so Big Car moved all the useful diagnostic data to their cars’ wireless networks. Hence the 2020 Massachusetts R2R ballot initiative, which closed this loophole.

The 2020 fight over the Mass. R2R ballot initiative was fuckin’ wild. The car-makers ran some seriously freaky scare-ads, in which the ability of auto mechanics to read wireless diagnostic data led directly to women being stalked and murdered.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/03/rip-david-graeber/#rolling-surveillance-platforms

I’m not making this up. The underlying premise was, “We turned your car into a hyper-aggressive mobile surveillance platform that incidentally gets you places. If we let other people see the data we’re nonconsensually extracting from you, it will put you in terrible danger.”

Thankfully, Bay Staters saw through this bullshit and passed 2020’s Question 1 with a 75% majority.

The thing is, people completely understand that they should be in charge of deciding who fixes their stuff.

They understand that the risk of poor repairs should be addressed through consumer protection laws (which also bind monopolists’ own authorized repair depots), not by having the repair market privately regulated by monopolists who have vast conflicts of interest.

This understanding has only deepened through the pandemic year, as authorized repair depots shuttered and vital equipment languished thanks to anti-repair laws and technological countermeasures.

For example, Medtronic’s workhorse PB840 ventilators couldn’t be refurbed without using a grey-market activation dongle that a single Polish med-tech homebrewed, encasing them in cases harvested from busted clock-radios and guitar pedals.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/10/flintstone-delano-roosevelt/#medtronic-again

Medtronic — a med-tech monopolist that effected the largest corporate inversion in history to escape US taxes — argues that letting independent med-techs fix its products puts patients at risk, but this argument is every bit as flimsy as the auto-makers’ Mass. scare-ads.

It ignores three important facts:

I. Med-techs have always done this kind of repair. The change isn’t that med-techs are demanding the right to do something new — it’s that Medtronic leveraged its monopoly to foreclose on the industry-standard practice

II. Medtronic’s own security track-record is comically terrible. This is the company that makes pacemakers that can be wirelessly hacked from across a room to kill its user, whose software update system doesn’t even use cryptographic signatures.

If Medtronic is an expert on any aspect of patient safety, that expertise is certainly hard-won, derived from its long history of lethal patient endangerment.

III. If there is a problem with indie technicians struggling to fix Medtronic products, the obvious answer is to provide service manuals, parts and diagnostic codes.

The case for Right to Repair is incredibly strong. Not only does R2R protect consumers from ripoffs, it also provides local jobs — 1–4% of US GDP comes from the independent repair sector, almost entirely in independent small/medium businesses.

https://pluralistic.net/2021/02/02/euthanize-rentiers/#r2r

Repair is an important environmental, labor and human rights story. As leaked internal memos demonstrate, Apple’s aggressively landfilling of devices (so customers buy more) is environmentally devastating and creates demand for conflict minerals.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/31/hall-of-famer/#e-waste-apple

The average American family loses $330/year because of the lack of access to independent repair, a $40b annual drag on the economy thanks to monopoly rents collected by monopoly firms.

To say nothing of the impact on jobs: landfilling a kiloton of ewaste creates <1 job; recycling that waste creates 15 jobs, while repairing it creates 200 good, local jobs that can’t be offshored (you don’t send a phone overseas for repair).

https://www.ifixit.com/Right-to-Repair/Jobs-Revolution

Then there’s the food security story: John Deere is an agribusiness monopolist that outraged farmers by claiming that they didn’t own the tractors they paid six figures for, merely “licensed” them on terms that forbade them from fixing their own machines.

Deere leads Big Ag’s anti-repair, forcing farmers to use official parts, preventing modifications that would allow third-party attachments, and collecting outrageous service call fees for a technician whose job is to unlock the tractor after the farmer replaces a part.

This policy means that farmers who fix their own tractors still can’t use them even if there’s a hail-storm coming and they need to bring in the crop. Farmers — who’ve been fixing their own gear since the first farmer built a forge next to their farmhouse — are desperate.

Some farmers download anonymously maintained Ukrainian firmware and overwrite the Deere software, creating unknowable risk of remote attack. Others have to maintain “backup tractors” they use for weeks while waiting for Deere to fix their equipment.

https://www.npr.org/2021/05/26/1000400896/standoff-between-farmers-and-tractor-makers-intensifies-over-repair-issues

Just like Medtronic and GM, Deere claims that allowing independent service creates infosec risk — but just like its anti-repair comrades, Deere’s own infosec is a dumpster-fire, with tractors across America at risk of mass-scale cyber-attacks:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/23/reputation-laundry/#deere-john

The common thread joining these firms is monopoly: a lack of competition that allows them to extract billions from the public, and a cozy cohort of business leaders who can mobilize that loot to ensure that politicians and regulators don’t give the public what it demands.

American industry is experiencing a wave of monopolism not seen since the Gilded Age, and it affects every sector. Take hair-clippers — a category that exploded during the lockdown thanks to the newly created need for home haircuts.

The clipper market is monopolized by a single firm, Wahl. As I discovered — the hard way — Wahl has designed its newest clippers so they disintegrate if you try to take them apart to sharpen them.

https://twitter.com/doctorow/status/1380554358824136706

Instead of sharpening these devices, you’re expected to buy a new $40 blade (for a shaver that costs $60 all in!), and throw out the old one — or, less realistically, you can mail them your razor for factory sharpening.

You won’t be surprised to learn that Wahl is part of the war on repair, sending letters to state legislators warning that letting people sharpen their own clipper blades could lead to fatal housefires.

https://www.documentcloud.org/documents/4446374-Wahl-Opposition-Illinois.html

Two years ago, the FTC convened an inquiry on independent repair called “Nixing the Fix.” The Nixing the Fix report was released earlier this month, and it affirms everything that repair advocates have said all along.

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/07/pro-act-class-war/#we-fixit

The FTC calls bullshit on manufacturers’ claims about cyber-risk, housefires, and whether getting your car fixed by your family’s beloved mechanic will lead to your murder. It broadly and firmly endorses Right to Repair.

Which brings me back to 2021, were every one of the 27 R2R bills that has been brought before a state legislature for a vote has been defeated, thanks to heavy corporate lobbying by monopolists.

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2021-05-20/microsoft-and-apple-wage-war-on-gadget-right-to-repair-laws

These bills were voted down after heartbreaking testimony from ed-tech repair specialists who described the devastating impact that a broken laptop has on poor families whose kids are doing remote learning.

They were voted down despite the record, the public support, the climate questions, the food security issue, the human rights issues — voted down to preserve the monopoly profits of a tiny number of firms whose claim to being “American” is tenuous at best.

These tax-dodging, offshoring companies view the American public as an all-you-can-eat buffet, and disclaim any responsibility to the country — while still expecting its lawmakers to defend their interests, at the expense of the voters.

Image: Jcaravanos (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:E-waste_workers.jpg

CC BY-SA: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/deed.en

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sorryforthephilosophy · 10 months ago

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On Human Nature

For statistics fans: apple taste is complex enough to appear random to us, and what we consider “tastes good” is at the far end of the bell curve, a few standard deviations out.

Moving on: Many people have argued over the years about what the fundamental nature of humans is. Are humans inherently altruistic, or inherently selfish? Independent or born to be followers? Ingenious or stupid? Monogamous or polyamorus? Brave or cowardly? Is religious belief inherent, or are people naturally atheists unless taught otherwise?

Humans have a heady mix of their genetics, their factors affecting brain development, their upbringing as well as a smattering of free will (allowing people to make decisions about what kind of person they want to be and sometimes move in their chosen direction). And that means that people, like apple trees, are not only incredibly diverse but, importantly, unpredictably so. You can’t tell what a person will be like just by looking at their genes, or just by looking at their neonatal environment, or just by looking at their culture and family. I would go so far as to say that even considering all of those things together, your ability to predict what a person will be like is fairly poor. On a scale of predictability with the outcome two plus two on one end of the scale and brownian motion on the other, our ability to predict how humans will turn out is about as good as our ability to predict the weather a month from now.

There’s also the argument that I think a lot of social psychologists would make, that none of these characteristics are stable within a single individual, but are affected by circumstance. Take the question of whether humans are inherently independent, or are inherently followers. Social psychologists would have lots of good studies to point to that say that by tweaking conditions you can, at high levels of predictability, make someone act independently or make someone act like a follower. This may be true on average, but if we take diversity as the fundamental aspect of human nature, then you can line up as many conditions as possible to push people into a certain behavior, but there will always be some outlier who acts differently.

Thus, any demographic-based assumptions about individuals are, at their very best, guesses. It could be true to say “women act like this” or “people from this culture think this way” or “older people react this way” when speaking about population averages, but none of these generalizations can ever be reliable when speaking of individuals.

The other big consequence is that any social system that allows outliers to have an outsized effect on society is a social system that guarantees that this will happen. This can as easily be good or bad. If your social systems are built such that one-in-a-billion scientific geniuses are given the resources to make scientific discoveries, they will come to the forefront and science will be advanced by great leaps. On the other hand, if your social systems are such that one-in-a-billion most dangerous sociopaths can utilize their manipulative skills to rise to power, then that will inevitably happen.

When philosophers ruminate about human nature, they tend to fall into optimistic and pessimistic camps. The future will be okay because people are inherently smart and good and peaceful, or the future will be awful because people are inherently self-destructive and selfish and mean. I think the truth is neither and leads to a utilitarian point of view. There will always be people capable of doing the things we most want them to do, and there will always be people capable of doing the things we least want them to do, and the question that decides our future is which our social systems privilege.

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bleedingvengnce · 5 years ago

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Life’s More Fun When You’re High | JJ Maybank

Summary: You’re a Kook wanting to see what it’s like to break the rules, and JJ knows exactly how to do that.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: Drug use, swearing, and smut;)

A/N: I miss smoking, and oh god, what I would give to get high with JJ, holy shit.

Growing up in the Figure Eight, you were taught to be the prissy posh girl every Kook is supposed to be. Dress nice, use intelligent vocabulary, achieve the highest grades, don’t get into trouble, and especially don’t get involved with Pogues. You were pristine, pure, innocent. Your life was filled with your studies, volleyball practice directly afterwards, time spent with family, organizing volunteering projects, boating, and very little else. It was boring. Or, a better word, mundane. Your daily routine held nothing new, nothing excited, and you craved more. You craved adrenaline, exhilaration, and most of all, you were just desperate for your life to be different. To be anything than the girl you are, in the average family of yours, in the dull place you lived. To be a Pogue.

Each and ever person you knew in the Figure Eight despised those who lived in the Cut. They were looked down upon, as though their lives meant less than the Kooks. You were born hating them. But you, you didn’t hate them because they were below you, but you despised the freedoms they held. Oh the fun they have. They broke the rules so much, it was as though they don’t have any to begin with. And maybe they don’t. Maybe they do whatever the hell they want, whenever the hell they want. Oh god, how much you wanted that. What you would do to be able to experience Pogue life just once.

Well, what you would do is seek out a Pogue to help you with your wants and desires. And that Pogue was JJ Maybank. Honestly, you don’t know why your choice was JJ. You could’ve picked from the sweet John B, who worked for your close friends the Cameron’s, the intelligent Pope who once tutored you ages ago, or literally any other Pogue that existed. Maybe it was because he was the most reckless of them all. Or maybe it was because you held a massive school girl crush on the blonde haired boy since the first time your eyes laid upon him.

So, after miraculously getting his phone number from asking around, you rung him up, putting on the sweetest voice you could muster as you practically begged for him to scoop you up from your perfect little life and take you to the Cut, to a place where you could finally experience life. He was, shocked, to say the least, not expecting to hear the Kook princess on the other end asking for him to pick her up from her pretty Kook house. But, he did. He didn’t know why. He loathed the Kooks, and everything about them. He hated their privileged attitudes, their clean cut clothes, and the money that each and everyone of them seemed to be swimming in. He wanted nothing to do with any of them, so why was he so eager to hop in the Pogue van and venture to that side of the island. Maybe it was the massive school boy crush on the beautiful girl since the first time he laid eyes on you.

Your phone chimed harshly, echoing throughout your barren room, the screen alit against the pressing darkness.

‘Here’ Was splayed across the luminescent screen.

You let out a shaky breath, your gaze now cast towards the window in you room, wide and agape, calling for you to leap out of it, and into the arms of freedom. You could see the sickly moon hanging lazily in the inky sky, signaling the late hours of the night. You didn’t want to have to deal with an interrogation from you parents as to where you were going, what were you doing, who were you going with, and much more. You just wanted to escape easily and effortlessly into the welcoming night air. And so you did.

“You can do this, Y/N,” You whispered, reassuring yourself as you approached the window, hands placed on the window sill as your head dove out and into the breezy, open air.

Here goes nothing. And then, you leaped out of it, bare feet hitting the dirt covered ground. In this moment, you were thankful for living on the first floor of your enormous house. You turned away from the comforting clutches of your home, trekking to JJ’s vehicle that hummed mechanically nearby. It was a worn down rusted metal van. You could see the familiar glint of blonde hair through the window as you padded closer, hand wrapping around the door handle to swing it open.

“Jesus, what took you so long?” The boy questioned, not even letting you get situated inside before he began berating you.

“I had to make sure everyone asleep first,” You retorted, pulling the seatbelt across your body as you relaxed into the cloth covered seat.

You could see the boy placed in the drivers seat shake his head slightly as the van lurched forward, sputtering along the road now. You tucked your trembling hands under neath your thighs, an awkward silence hovering over the two of you.

“So, where are we going?” You attempted to cut the heavy tension, gaze fluttering to the soundless boy beside you.

“Somewhere,” Was all he uttered out vaguely, his eyes focused on the dim road.

“Ok... What are we going to do?” You didn’t like the unpleasant quiet, preferring to just interrogate the poor boy instead.

“Well you’re just full of questions, aren’t you?” JJ peered over at you briefly, taking in your figure.

You were adorned in unusual attire, clad in an oversized graphic tee and heather grey soffe shorts underneath, contrasting your usual well ironed and expensive clothes. You were a Pogue tonight, so you decided it would best if you looked the part as well. JJ adored this very of you much more than your normal Kook garments.

“We’re here,” His words shook you from your thoughts, noting the abandoned lot the van was now placed in, your eyes gazing out upon the rolling dunes that caressed the vision of the ocean.

“So, what is it exactly that we are going to do here?” You cocked your head as you turned your stare towards him, wondering what he had in store for the two of you.

“Hop in the back and you’ll find out.” He gestured towards the back of the van, motioning for you to scale the middle console into the open space.

“Ladies first, go on.” He attempted to hurry you along, you looking at him incredulously before uttering an annoyed, ‘fine’.

You clumsily leaned over the console, hauling yourself over it with not a single ounce of grace as you tumbled onto the floor of the back of the van. JJ couldn’t help the gaze that was glued to your ass thrown in his face as you climbed into the back. After you finally situated yourself on the floor, JJ managed getting into the back with ease, making your face flush with embarrassment at how klutzy you appeared to be.

“Since you left me in ramblings on the phone, you are going to have to go with what I prepared, alright?” JJ sat criss cross apple sauce on a tossed out blanket he must’ve previously placed down for the two of you.

“Ok.” You lifted your shoulders in a small shrug, not knowing what you were agreeing to in that moment but being completely open to the experience you were about to receive from this beautiful blonde boy.

“Good,” He nodded, snatching out a small metal contained from behind him.

He cracked it open, pulling out a couple glass looking devices, a couple pre-rolled cigarettes of sorts, and lastly to be set in front of you was a plastic bag with green vegetation captured inside.

“Weed?” You squeaked out at the sight of the illicit drug placed between the two of you.

“Yes, Y/N. Weed.” He confirmed.

“I was more thinking something like a shot of alcohol, or something, not illegal drugs!” You could barely bring yourself to say the word, gulping at the sight of it before you, only ever seeing it in pictures.

“Oh, relax. Weed isn’t like hard drugs like coke or molly. It’s basically legalized in the U.S. Plus, life is so much more fun when you’re high.” He tossed a wink in your direction, trying to ease some of the anxiety you’re holding with a joke.

After a moment of consideration, you tilted your head down in a nod, convincing yourself that this is exactly what you wanted. To break the rules and have fun.

“Ok, ok, fine. So, what is all of this.” Your eyes flickered through each thing sat in front of you.

“Well, I’m going to give you a crash course in all things weed, which is my favorite topic of all, other than surfing of course. So this,” he grabbed at the bag, “is obviously weed. There are two strains of weed, Indica and Sativa. Indica is more of a relaxing high while Sativa is more energizing and can produce anxious and bad highs. So what I have is Indica because that’s my personal preference.” He shrugs, tossing the plastic bag to the floor before snatching up the glass things.

“These are pieces I have for smoking. You grind up the weed and place them in this little pocket, light it with a lighter, and inhale. All I have are a pipe and bowl, not a whole lot else with the money I make.” He set the delicate glass pieces down on the floor before picking up the final thing.

“And this is a joint, which is different from a blunt. Blunts are usually rolled with tobacco and use cigar or cigarillo papers to wrap them. I don’t like anything to do with tobacco, that’s why I roll joints and use this really nice rice paper from my dealer to roll them with. These are prime.” He winks, hoping he isn’t overloading your innocent brain with information.

“Obviously, there are more ways to get high off of weed. Edibles, bongs, even masks, which I won’t overwhelm you with today.” He grins, proud of himself at the way he is so intelligent in one area of his life that he can teach someone else, that someone being you.

“Tonight, we will keep it simple with the joints. Just like a cigarette, light the end,” He flicked open his sliver lighter, a flame emanating off of the top as he flicked it to life, “Then you inhale through the joint. Next is the most important part. You need to inhale an extra breath of air after you pull the joint away, ok? Or else you won’t get the smoke into your lungs and you won’t get high. Just watch me.”

JJ brought the alit flame to the end of the joint, it hanging loosely from his bottom lip. The little flame licked around the paper, alighting it in small embers. You could tell when JJ inhaled a gulp of the drug filled smoke, watching the embers at the end illuminate. He then pulled the joint away from his mouth, inhaling a tiny extra breath, holding the smoke contained in his lungs momentary, before exhaling. The tendrils of smoke floated heavily in the air around them, the smell pungent in your nostrils.

“Alright, princess, it’s your turn.” The little cylinder was held in your direction, the petite thing seeming so monstrous in your eyes.

You carefully pinched the joint between the tips of your fingers, as though it would harm you if you weren’t cautious with it. You swallowed down a shaky breath, desperately attempting to settle your stumbling heart. You held it up to your lips, setting it in your mouth. Your gaze was down cast on the drug filled cigarette and intently watching the smoldering end of the joint illuminate as you sucked in. You felt the smoke spilling down your throat, wrapping around in your lungs while it burned uncomfortably. You attempted to sip another breath of the musty air, but the scorching fumes from the drug stung your throat causing you to let out a string of painful coughs. You could hear JJ chuckling at your hacking figure, tears threatening to escape from your lids at the burning sensation in your lungs. You sputtered out, JJ placing a plastic water bottle in your hands to soothe your tender throat. The cold water aided in subsided in the burn, blinking back the tears in your eyes as you looked at the giggling boy.

“That wasn’t funny,” You rasped, “Why didn’t you tell me it would burn like that?” You gave the joint back to him, glowering in his direction.

“It was pretty funny, just relax, Y/N. Enjoy the high.” He hushed, taking another lengthy drag.

You went back and forth a couple of times, still being tossed back into a fit of wheezing and coughing, but enjoying the way the world began to be enveloped in a lulling haze. You didn’t realize it at first, but your eye lids began weighing heavily, feeling your tensed shoulders fall. Though, you couldn’t help but notice the way your muscles uncomfortably seized up. Your thighs involuntarily twitched repeatedly, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“JJ, why am I twitching?” You cocked your head to the side as you eyed the handsome boy in front of you.

“I dunno, happens sometimes. I used to get the shakes all of the time when I first started smoking.” His shoulders rose and fell in a shrug.

You felt your head roll back, enjoying the tranquility flooding your system, the rate of your heart steadily slowing as you inhaled a deep breath of the mildew and weed hanging heavily in the air of the van.

“Being high does feel nice.” You hummed with a grin, eyes closed as you swayed slightly, relishing in the peaceful feeling at the weed tangling through your bloodstream.

“I told you.” JJ laughed, uncontrollable giggles escaping the two of you at the nonsensical situation the two of you were placed in.

A Kook and a Pogue, getting high as a kite in the back of an old van. Who would’ve thought.

“Is it weird that I’ve never gotten high before?” You pondered absent-mindedly, attempting not to peer over at JJ too often for him to notice your bizarre stares.

“Kinda, yeah. What else have you not done before?” He lazily turned his head to the side, flickering the flame from his lighter.

“Haven’t drank. I don’t even think I’ve ever had a sip of my parents drinks before.” A chuckle sputtered out of your mouth at how ridiculous that sounded actually being uttered.

“Holy shit. Have you even been to a party before?” He was adjusting himself to sit up straight, gazing at you intently for a response.

You shook your head, unable to look into the surprised eyes of the boy at how innocent you were. Though, the usual crimson heat would be rushing onto your cheeks in embarrassment at the questions, the high was muddling your mind. It let the interrogation roll off your shoulders as though it wasn’t as important or as humiliating as you usually look at your boring life.

“I’ve literally done nothing before, JJ. My life is so ungodly dull. I almost went insane at how boring it is. That’s why I asked this of you.” You confessed openly, the high loosening your usually tight lips.

“Wow, I’m glad I’m the one to make you lose your weed virginity then.” A grin spread across his pretty lips, your eyes glued to them unintentionally.

JJ definitely noticed.

“Have you...” He trailed off, his gaze trickling down and away from your eyes, the words struggling on the tip of his tongue.

“Have I?” You dragged out, motioning for him to continue.

“Have you ever had sex before?” This time he spoke with more confidence in his words, his stare returning to intimidatingly hold yours as he struck your most coveted secret about yourself.

“No...” Your tongue darted out to flicker over your lips, eyes unmoving from his piercing blue ones.

JJ tilted his head down in a leisurely nod, as though he was mulling over his pooling thoughts after your bold response. The haze that hung over your mind began to clear, your skin noticing the nearness of how close the two of you sat in your criss cross positions, knees practically grazing against one another’s.

“Have you ever had an orgasm before?” He almost looked concerned at just the thought of you never being plunged into that world of pleasure before.

“Never. I, uh, I’ve never really touched myself down there.” Your words were shaky as he studied you.

“Would you let me?” A storm of lust was clouding his baby blue eyes, his gaze becoming hungry at the thought of him being the first one to touch you in that way.

Your mouth ran dry at his words, but you didn’t even need to mull over the offer, instantly coming to your decision.

“Yes,” You breathed, chest rising and falling in wracked breaths.

His hand cautiously lifted from the confines of his lap, calloused finger tips brushing gently over your thigh. You caught your bottom lips between your teeth at the feeling of a man touching you for the first time. Your gaze fluttered between his cobalt irises and his delicious lips you craved to have pressed against your own. He gratefully took the hint, leaning his body forward towards yours. You felt his warm breath fanning across your face, his lips feeling miles apart, but also being closer than any person’s before. Your body and mind were engulfed by his delicious scent that surrounded him, a musk of marijuana and salty ocean. You tilted your head up, trying to close the gaping distance between the two of you, but he pulled back, a smirk quirking on the edges of his lips as he teased you.

“Jay...” You sighed, yearning for him.

He didn’t to hear anything more, tilting his head down as he delicately placed his plush lips upon your own. You felt your world crack open, as though your mundane life crumbled around you, tumbling away to live you unconfined, liberated, and new. The kiss was light, fleeting, a passing moment that you were desperate to capture forever. You never wanted it to end. So, you didn’t allow it to, pressing your lips harder against his as your head tipped to the side. You brought a hand up, fingers entangling in his mussed golden locks, tugging softly on it. JJ gingerly dipped his tongue into your mouth, sweeping around inside to memorize the taste of you, your tongues colliding together in a messier kiss. The kiss was progressively becoming more passionate, his hands that were previously cupping your face moving down to rest on your hips. The boy leaned your body back, the two of you now laying along the floor of the van, JJ hovering his body over you as your lips never parted.

You could feel the tips of JJ’s fingers skim along your now exposed flesh below the hem of your shirt, and you melted at his electrifying touch. Goosebumps skittered against your skin in the wake of his touch, and you exhaled a breathy moan into the kiss. You could feel him grip the bottom of your shirt as he pulled away from the mind muddling kiss.

“Can I take this off?” His parted lips were swollen after the intensity of the kiss, looking down at you with lust and desperation.

“Yes, please.” You allowed, holding your hands over your head to aid him in discarding the fabric.

You were plunged into the moment, but still were anxious at the boy seeing your exposed skin. You bra soon followed your shirt as JJ tossed it behind him. Your hands that were running along his body flew to cover your chest, a rosy pinks dusting your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Don’t do that. Let me see you, princess.” That stupid nickname rolled off his tongue as he eased your hands back to your sides, revealing your hardened nipples standing at attention for him and only him.

“Oh baby, you’re so beautiful.” He hummed, a hand reaching up to gently cup one of your breasts, thumb flickering over your nipple.

The gesture sent shivers of pleasure down to your core, feeling a wetness slowly soaking your underwear. You couldn’t help the gasps tumbling from your lips as he delicately pinched and flicked at your nipples, his eyes looking on in awe at how responsive you were becoming at the simplest of touches.

“How does that feel, princess?” He arched a brow as he gazed upon your squirming figure, twisting a nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.

“R-really good,” You stumbled over your words, intently watching his skilled fingers on your breasts.

“Good. But I bet I can make you feel even better.” He shot you a playful wink as his fingers danced their way down your abdomen, anticipation tormenting your body.

He began to trace along the waistband of your shorts, teasing your skin with delicate and pleasurable touches. He pressed a small kiss to your knee as he settled himself between your legs. The next thing to go were your shorts and underwear, leaving your bare and naked before him, your skin exposed for him to drink in your beautiful figure.

“Fuck,” He muttered, eyes glued to your dripping center.

You were anxious, laying there for his viewing and touching pleasure. Your pussy was open for him to admire, and you were scared that he would be repulsed by it as you were, not knowing the depths of what it held and how much pleasure could come from it. JJ, on the other hand, craved to devour you, hunger pooling in his irises. He wanted to please you, to show you how good, no, how amazing it feels to be touched on your most delicate of places.

“Is this ok?” His voice was soft, a sweetness threading through it as he looked for your permission before he went further with anything.

He wanted to make sure you were comfortable with what he was doing, what he was toughing on your untouched body. But you didn’t care, your caution being tossed carelessly to the wind as you eagerly nodded. With your nod, he began pressing tiny pecks against the inside of your thighs, hands pressing them against the floor of the van to keep you in place. You were beyond desperate, the sparks from the kisses shooting straight to your core, moans tumbling past your lips. He mouthed his way up your flesh, passing directly over where you were throbbing for him.

“JJ, please.” You pleaded with the boy as the tiny kisses continued to ensue, your pussy dripping, wanting for him to touch more than just your thighs.

“Please what, princess?” He breathed against your thigh, his eyes capturing your own as you stared down at him.

“Please do something!” You were becoming increasingly frustrated with his ministrations, wanting his mouth elsewhere.

“Something like me touching your pussy? Like my fingers inside of you? Like my mouth on you? Is that what you want?” He spilled out every single thought your mind was thinking, wanting all of what he said and more.

“That’s exactly what I want, J.” You rushed out, begging for him to do exactly as he promised.

And that he did. You felt his finger, for the first time, drag through your slit, catching on a sensitive part of yourself down there. You flinched, hips twitching in the air at the tingling sensation dancing through your body at the touch. You watched as a smirk formed on the boys’ lips in satisfaction at your response, his finger repeating the motion, this time focusing on that overly sensitive nub, rubbing on it lightly. He more than enjoyed watching you fall apart beneath the most simple touch. He loved that he was the first one exploring your body like this. He wanted to do this over and over again, but right now, he had to focus in pleasuring you now. Small figure eights were being traced on the pleasurable button, moans and cries spilling from your mouth as you watched on in awe.

“Damn baby, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He practically growled out, his finger circling your hole before slowly, gently, carefully pressing the digit within you.

You stretched around him, graciously taking him inside of you as he leaned his head forward to add more than just his finger. His tongue swiped between your pussy lips, the tip of it focusing on that electrifying part of you that caused your back to arch and your eyes to roll into the back of your head. His lips wrapped around it, carefully sucking on it as his fingers crooked upwards, hitting a spot that made your mind tumble into numbness and a small scream to escape you. The pleasure was almost unbearable. He continued, fingers picking up speed inside of you, constantly brushing against that spot within you. Your face was creased, mouth agape in an extended groan. Your fingers found their way back into his hair, harshly pulling on it as he lapped at your dripping cunt.

“You taste so delicious, princess. You’re doing so good for me.” He hummed against your core.

You were a complete and utter mess, grinding your face against his mouth, chasing a high you didn’t know what it would lead to. You’ve never tumbled over the edge before, never even coming close to it, but JJ was shoving you there, fingers ramming into you and mouth harshly sucking on your clit.

“Come on baby, I know your close, cum for me.” He ordered for you to do so before returning to his previous spot.

His words and ministrations shoved you over the edge, reaching a screaming climax as his fingers let your ride out your high. Your chest heaved, legs twitching slightly as his tongue still sloppily traced around your clit. You were practically seeing stars at the overly intense pleasure he just caused, your pussy and clit overly sensitive, you had to push the boys’ head away.

“How was that, princess?” He questioned with his puffy and swollen lips.

“So good.” You breathed, barely able to form a coherent sentence as he gathered you into his arms, allowing you to come down from your world crumbling orgasm he just gave you.

“I’m glad. I want to always make you feel like that.” His words caused your breathing to halt, the confession making your heart stumble over itself and butterflies to brush along your stomach.

“Really?” You gazed at him as his hands clutched at you tighter.

“Yes, and I want to do more than that. More than get you high and do what we just did. I want to take you out.” He attempted to come across as the confident and cocky JJ he normally appeared to be, but right now, nerves racked his body.

“I would love to go out with you JJ, even if you are a Pogue.” You giggled lightly, causing him to roll his eyes in response before he captured you in another knee weakening kiss.

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Last goodbyes now untold, bad memories remain unfold. He stood and watched you burn to crisps, music coming out of your favorite disc. What he wanted to do cannot be done, that is until the time will come. Now, he opened the book, full of hope; you will be with him and elope.

Pairing: Time Traveler-vampire!Lee Heeseung x witch!fem reader

Genre/TW: forbidden love, fluff, angsty, the 17th century era (vampire-witch era), time travelling, mentions of murder, blood, poison, knives, self-harm

Word count: 7,256 words

Tall trees, sounds of the birds' wings flapping, and the strong wind blowing the leaves; it was absolutely perfect. The weather was perfect and so were your feelings.

No negativity that tenses your mind into something you don't want it to be. Your fingers gently stroked the leaves of the apple tree your family grew. The softest smile rest on your glossy lips as you picked out a perfectly red apple.

"Y/n, big sister!" You turn your head around to look at your little brother. His hair blown by the wind, so it looked like a bird's nest- this made you laugh. Although, it is utterly adorable.

"Look at this spinning top mom bought me! Isn't it interesting!?" Your brother shouted at the top of his lungs. He jumped around you for you to pay attention to his new toy. You kneeled a bit and patted his head.

"It's looks nice- why won't you play with it inside? You don't want it getting lost, right?" He gasps at your words and immediately runs inside your home.

You let out a chuckle before you continued to pick all the apples from the tree. Your careful figure tried not to stumble because of the wind. You brush your hair out of your face before you head back inside your home.

You placed the basket on the table before you took a small pouch. You attached it to your dress before you come face to face with your mother. "Heading out so soon again?"

"Yes, mother- I need to go to the village. We are running out of food supplies. All we have are fruits, I'll be back soon, don't worry." You grabbed your cloak.

"Be careful, my child. Don't let anyone suspect you," her last words made you nod. Soon, you left the house and made your trip to the village. Your heart beats in anticipation like usual when you head to the village.

The nervousness and fear of getting caught fills your stomach with pesky flies. Your hand gripped on your cloak tightly. You never intended for someone to find out you are a witch.

Therefore, your family has remained far away from the village. No one would have made dark magic and dark spirits roaming around their homes- that's why they eliminate people who practices witchcraft immediately.

When you made it to the village, you tried to act normal. A soft smile on your face as you bought food for your family. So far, no one has really suspected you as a witch. You were so distracted in buying food; you flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned around; "hello, miss- I apologize for scaring you, but I believe this is yours?" He reached out his hand with a familiar red pouch on top of his palm. Immediately, you checked your bag, and the red pouch is gone!

"Oh- um- thank you. This is awkward, I'm not this clumsy." You take the pouch from him. You smiled sweetly before you continued to walk away.

Your grip on your cloak tightened again. Your feet have never walked away this quick, ever. Other than that, you turn your head around to look at the boy.

His brown hair that looked like chocolate. His glossy and soft lips that glistened. His eyes that sparkled under the sun... He looked gorgeous!

He must be someone wealthy, well- at least, you assumed him to be. His clothes don't scream noble or poor. He looked like an average boy that was blessed with gorgeous visuals.

You turned around and walked away; oblivious to the fact the boy was staring at you. As he was captivated by your beauty and mysterious aura.

You continued to walk through the village like usual. Nothing more could catch your attention as time passed by. Your interest getting less and less until you figured it is time to leave. You have a lot more to do, better not waste time, you thought.

You turn around to head back to the village's entrance. Your basket full of food as you walked pass the shops and booths once more. Everything was alright until you heard a woman's screams and a child's cries.

You turn your head to the side and saw a crowd forming. Excited and angry men and women chanting the same word all over again; burn.

You look- your feet walking towards the crowd where you could see what is happening. Your eyes widen as you felt your stomach drop. The woman was tied to the wooden pole that stood in charcoal.

"Burn the witch! Kill her!" The villagers continue to chant. Suddenly, the child's cries turn into laughs. The woman tied to the pole cries and screams for help, for mercy. However, it it known for people to be merciless in this horrible world.

They set the charcoal on fire; the woman catches on fire. Her screams of agony and pain echoed throughout the village. The cheers and laughs of villagers muffled by the roaring sound of the burning woman.

You covered your mouth; you stopped yourself from crying; how can people be so cruel?

You were scared, terrified that one day, this could be you or your family. The pain from watching is immaculate. How much more if you're the one on fire?

Suddenly, you flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You slightly jumped whilst your heart skipped a beat and your mind full of visions of death. You faced the person and saw the boy from earlier.

A clear frown appears on his lips when he sees your state. Your pained and scared state hurt him, even though he barely knows you. His thoughts filled with pity because you had to see all of that.

He knows nothing about you, so why does he care so much?

"Let's get out of here-," he dragged you away from the ceremony. His warm hand fit perfectly with yours.

You don't know why, you probably will hate yourself for letting a stranger drag you away, and possibly kill you after. You felt anxious, however; you feel you could trust him.

You ran out of the village; his hair blown by the wind as you ran. He looked very alluring under the shadows of the tall trees. His eyes actually sparkling because of the glimpses of the sun.

The warmth of his hand hugged your chilly hands. Once you both are far from the village, he stopped running. He turns around and looks at you. A soft and inviting smile on his pink lips.

"I'm sorry for dragging you all the way here. You just looked terrified and I know how aggressive it will be after the burning." He stated and your eyes widened- there's more?

"What will they do after the burning?" A pitied sigh left his mouth.

"They will blow the ashes away, find and kill whoever is left in there family, including the children." He muttered, your heart dropped. What if that happens to you and your family? Is that the reason your mother wanted to live far away from the village?

"That's terrible..." Is all you could say. With your mind full of thoughts and predictions, you cannot say any more words. You cannot feel any other emotions, other than fear.

"Yeah... At least, you won't hear the screams and chants of death here. Where is your home?" He asked as he sat under a tree.

The rays of sun that went through the gaps of the leaves shown upon him. His sparkling eyes stared at you.

You were never one for face features or one to feel confusing feelings, so why are you suddenly feeling this way? Why do you feel so attracted and confused towards this man?

"Far away from here... Oh yeah, I never got your name!" You said, suddenly feeling a little more cheerful. The boy smiled and patted the ground beside him.

Your face showed hesitation, but he was patient. He kept the smile on his lips while you slowly sit beside him.

"My name is Heeseung, I'm a regular human boy from that merciless village." He gives you a small flower he plucked out. You let out a soft chuckle and accepted the flower.

"My name is y/n," you mutter. The wind soon turned into a soft breeze. You and Heeseung spoke softly to each other. Your comfort zone letting him in as you laughed at his jokes.

Heeseung smiled at your beauty and grace. His eyes landed on you as soon as you walked pass him. Luckily, the gods were on his side and made him approach you.

Soon, time passed quickly, and you realized you have to head home. You get on your feet, your basket on your arm.

"I need to go home-,"

"Do you want me to accompany you home?" Heeseung stood up as well. You shook your head softly, although you feel safe around him, you don't trust him very much yet.

"I can go home myself, I know the way back very well. I will see you soon, Heeseung," you smiled widely. You bid your goodbye and walked away from him.

Heeseung bid him farewell as well, his eyes glued on your figure. Your figure getting farther and further away from him until you disappeared.

He pressed his palm against his chest, feeling more than he should have. He hoped to see you again.

Your return to the village was a week after your last visit. You hesitated to return after what you've seen last time.

However, the village looked a bit more peaceful. No fights, no chants- everything looked fine. There are fewer people, maybe because the others are very busy in their homes.

Your basket slowly getting filled with food whilst you walked down the path. Children were running around, their toys in their grasps.

A soft smile appears on your face. It's not every day to see children playing, villagers working, and food selling out quickly you live in the woods after all; away from the chaos, this village masks.

"May I get 2 loaves of bread?" You reached out the coins to the baker. He flashed a smile before he gave you the 2 freshly baked loaves. "Thank you," then you left.

After your experience that time, you aren't so sure if you want to stay longer in this village. That's why you're in a hurry whilst acting normal. Although, you want to see him... To see Heeseung again.

"Hey, you," you turn around to see a stranger pointing at you. Your heart races quickly, your mind, once again, filled with visions of your death. He suddenly grabbed your wrist, and you tried to pull it back immediately.

"You need to come with me or else, you will end up like those nasty witches!" The man shouted, his arm raised as if he was going to hit you. You shut your eyes, terrified of what the man will do.

However, you didn't feel pain. You heard a low grunt instead, followed by a heavy thud. You felt your basket taken away from you and you opened your eyes.

Heeseung stood protectively in front of you. Instantly, he turned around and held your wrist tightly before he dragged you out of the village.

He never looked back while you guys ran to the woods. The voices in the village were disappearing, and that made Heeseung stopped. He let go of your wrist,

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did that man hurt you?" He asked and moved closer to you. His eyes scanning places where there could be injuries from that man. You smiled and held his hand. His concerned and panicked self was silenced.

"I'm okay, Heeseung... Thank you for helping me," you let out a chuckle. You swore you saw his cheeks turn pink before he looked away.

You tilted your head and asked; "are you blushing?" His eyes widened when he turned his head to face you. He immediately shook his head, and you laughed. You quickly caressed his hair,

"You're cute... By the way, can I have my basket back?" You asked and pointed at your basket. He let out a soft gasp before quickly returning your basket. You thanked him and turned around.

Your eyes on his flustered figure whilst he stared at a bird family. The parents feeding their young one. Suddenly, a thought popped into your head, so you ask him.

"How did you find me, though?"

"A-ah, I just saw you in the village when that man suddenly grabbed you. Luckily, I was nearby and immediately ran to you. I even left my friend to help you!" He laughed when he remembered the shocked and concerned expression of his friend.

You laughed along with him before you remembered to head home again. You suddenly stopped laughing, another thought popped into your head.

"Heeseung, can I trust you?" You softly said and Heeseung instantly nodded his head. His silence whilst he stared at you almost spilled the truth from your lips. You walked closer to him, but he didn't step backward.

"What if I tell you I'm a witch?" You asked, scared. You don't know if you're making the right decision, you don't know if this will lead to something bad or good. However, you feel you could really trust Heeseung.

You felt your world freeze; you felt like time stopped when he smiled. He let out a chuckle before his warm hand patted your head. "I don't care about that, y/n." Your eyes widen at his words.

He sits on the leafy ground, his sparkling eyes stared at you. His smile has disappeared and his gaze gave you butterfly... A lot of butterflies.

"I don't care about witches or anything- honestly, I think they're really cool. I'm sure not all witches are bad, I'm sure a lot of them are very nice too. If you are a witch, I wouldn't give a damn. You're you and you're gentle... Well, from what I've observed so far, but yeah! I don't care," he smiled widely.

Immediately, you felt your heart skip a beat once again. A smile unconsciously makes its way to your lips as you sat beside him. He chuckled and patted your head once more. "You're you, you have a delicate heart. That's what all it matters,"

You swore you have never met someone as sweet as Heeseung. Your heart always in a rush whenever you talk to him. This may only be your 2nd meeting but you feel you've known him for a long time.

"Heeseung, if I come to this village every other day, will you wait for me?" You asked, instantly he nodded. He grabbed your palm and clasped it.

"I'll even wait for you every day," you laughed and softly smacked his shoulder. He laughed along with you. You sat beside him and rest your head on his shoulder. You both admired the clouds, even though they are covered by the tall trees.

"Are you really a witch?" Heeseung asked, and you nodded. You faced him and ruffled his hair. It was soft. It reminds you of the hair of your younger brother.

"Do you want me to prove it?" He nod his head and you took something out of your pocket. It was small charms, very hidden, but it was beautiful.

The charms were made of purple wood, and they were carved as sun and moon. "These are charms that bounds 2 people together, hence the reason it's the sun and moon." You held his other hand.

You freeze for a minute. Should you give it to him? After all, your mother stated you must only give this to your loved one. You sighed and placed it on his warm palm before you wrapped his fingers around it.

"When you show this to the sunlight or the moonlight, it's shadow will be the same shape as the charm. If the shadows of these two charms meet or overlap, they will be together forever." You muttered and Heeseung stared at the sun charm on his palm.

He reached it out to the sky and both of your pair of eyes widened when you saw a shadow. You did the same thing, and you became more shocked. The shadows overlapped...

"Looks like we're bound to be together forever," Heeseung laughed and you softly smack his shoulders.

"I can't believe this... Wow... The shadows didn't overlap when my mom and I tried it! This is magic! Wow!" You were impressed. The charms work... Just with someone who is perfect for you. Heeseung laughed at your cheekiness and ruffled your hair once more, you pout.

"We're bound to be together?" Heeseung whispered, and you nodded. You both stared at each other, both of your sparkling eyes staring at each other. He smiles as you lean closer to his lips. He didn't move, he shut his eyes and let you take control.

Soon, his lips felt warm the next second. Your small hands on top of his large ones. You both melt into the kiss, the warmth embracing both of you whilst you enjoy each other's presence. You break the kiss and immediately hid yourself on his chest.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me..." You were flustered- it was just your 2nd meeting and you did that! How would he feel? Did he feel weird? Creepy? Ah, you were ready to shout at yourself when you get home.

"Why are you apologizing?" Heeseung caress your hair while you continued to hide in his chest. He laughed when you incoherently mumbled.

"I don't know! Maybe, it's because this is just our 2nd meeting and I already kissed you and that I feel like we aren't supposed to be doing this-," Heeseung kissed you once more. Your hand on his chest while his are on your waist. He pulled you close to him as you value the time you both have together.

Birds chirping, the wind has gotten softer- you feel special. You feel loved and protected with him. Despite this being your 2nd interaction, you feel like everything is fitting in the puzzle piece.

"Don't apologize- I really like how your lips feel on mine," Heeseung whispered. He chuckled when he saw your tinted pink cheeks before you looked away. He pulled you closer to him.

"I need to head home, Heeseung," you whispered, saddened since you didn't want to leave yet. He let out a sigh but didn't move.

"Let's stay like this for a minute before you head home," Heeseung pecked your forehead, resulting in a chuckle coming out of your mouth. You wrapped your arms around him whilst you melt into each other's arms.

Heeseung raised his charm in front of the moonlight. His eyes stayed glued on the ground, full of hopes you would raise your moon charm too. You have been doing this for weeks, letting the other acknowledge your presences, even when you aren't with each other. Heeseung loves doing this with you.

You let out a chuckle when you saw Heeseung's charm's shadow on your wooden floor. Instantly, you grabbed and flashed yours. The shadows overlapping immediately.

You grab your cloak from your hanging rank and quietly exit the house. A paper and quill pen in your grasps. You sat on the leafy ground; the pen met the thin paper as you wrote a letter for him. Although, it is very late in the night; you hope a lovely letter can ease his thoughts.

You let your owl deliver the letter to Heeseung. A smile danced on your lips whilst you watch the owl fly away to wherever Heeseung is. You were staring at the full moon that was shining brightly for the night. You turn around when you heard the door open.

"Mom," you become nervous instantly. She stared at you with the soft features on her face. Her hand on the wooden door frame, her dark chocolate brown eyes bore into yours. "Sending a letter to a boy? Is it a human boy?" She asked seriously.

You looked down and bopped your head. You shut your eyes, ready for her angry nagging about how unsafe you are being. It's very well known that humans despise witches.

If they were to find out, your entire family will die, including yourself. However, Heeseung kept your secret safe. He's willing to protect you and your family, even though he hasn't met them yet.

"Y/n, you know why we keep ourselves a secret from those terrible beings! They are ought to kill us, to eliminate us. And you're here sending letters to a human boy!?" She fumes, you shook your head, which silenced her. You stared at her with the same look on her face.

"Heeseung is not like those evil humans! He loves me and I love him. I know humans are terrible and I fear them too but Heeseung... he's different, he's willing to keep our secret." You spoke seriously and bravely. Your mother sighed in disbelief. Do not want to believe that you re standing up for a human.

Your mother rubbed her bridge as she let out another sigh, heavier than the first one. You both stared at each other, not one bothered to look away. Her angry eyes bore into your brave ones. Not wanting to fight with her daughter anymore, she looks away. "Bring that boy here and no one else. Just that boy," she heads back inside.

You sigh in relief, your heart ready to jump out of your chest. You were sure she's hesitant, as if she'll stop you from talking with Heeseung. You turned around and saw your owl come back with a different letter. A hurt smile appears on your lips as you reached out your arm for your owl to sit on.

"Good job, Niki... Thank your for delivering this to me. You may go back home," you murmured. You watched your owl fly back to his tree before you head back inside. You opened the letter and read it.

Hello, lovely y/n.

I've received your letter and you don't know how happy I am. I'm delighted that you even write letters for me. I love how you described your home, in hopes to visit soon and meet your family. I have a few presents made for you and I really hope you will like them. May I know when you'll visit the village again? I'm excited to give you these gifts. Other than that, I hope you have a good sleep and sweet dreams.

You smiled and folded the letter. You put it in your red box, a box where you keep all your valuable papers and writings.

The next day, after your slumber, you quickly get dressed.

Your littler brother sat on the wooden floor, books surrounded him whilst he writes on his book. Your mother comes out of the kitchen,

"Don't forget what I told you," she said before she took the empty and dirty plates from the table. You felt uncertain, but it must be done. You don't want her to see Heeseung as an evil person...

"You're going to the village again, sister?" Your brother turned to you, you bopped your head as an answer. He ran up to you and showed you a drawing.

"I don't know who you will love, sister, but I made a drawing! This you, mommy, and the boy who you will love! I know we'll be a happy family after father died!" He smiled, and you carefully took the paper from his grip.

You smiled widely and embraced him. "I love it... big sister will be back with a guest, so why won't you draw something lovely for him?" You asked, and he smiled widely. He didn't waste any time to run to his study place and begin drawing.

"I'll be back shortly," you left the house. You closed the door and head to the village.

Amid your trip, you admire your surroundings. Birds flying above and below the trees, the leaves being blown, the flowers in perfect bloom of spring... Everything is lovely.

You were excited to meet Heeseung, but you also felt nervous. First reasons, take him to your home. Second, you're afraid Heeseung would be nervous because it's so sudden. Third, he's meeting your mother- the witch who raised you!

You clasped on your cloak as you saw the village nearing. You looked around by the entrance and saw Heeseung, already there. He was playing with a puppy that has been following him.

You remember he talks about that puppy a lot. You let out a soft chuckle when Heeseung picked up the puppy and start peppering it with kisses. You come out from your spot and slowly walk towards him.

"Why don't you ever kiss me like that?" You said, he immediately raised his head, embarrassed. He put the puppy down whilst it ran away from him.

"Well, if only you come over more often than sure," he ruffles your hair. Suddenly, his expressions brightened; "follow me! I'll give you your presents!"

He takes your hands in his, then drags you to his home. You've been in his home couple of times; its simplicity really pleased you.

"I got this music disc for you! It's like one of a kind and very rare! I know you love the music this village plays and I think you would love this too!" He plays the music disc to your pleasure and you gasp. The sound of the violin and organ in perfect harmony.

"Wow... How did you even get that?" You asked him while he sat beside you. He placed a soft peck on your cheek.

"If magic is love, then it probably is love," he said. You let out laugh but that didn't last long when you remembered what your mother said.

"Heeseung, do you think you could accompany me home?" You asked and his eyes widen. The shocked expression on his face puzzled you.

"Are you sure? Wouldn't that mean I would meet your brother and mother too?" You bopped your head. Heeseung bit his lip as he jumped on his bed. He hummed for a few seconds before he faced you with a smile.

"Of course, I would actually be delighted to meet them." Heeseung kissed you on your lips. You both burst into giggles when you jumped on him on his bed.

And so you both went to your home together. Both extremely nervous, but you swore you were close to death.

Heeseung even had to assure you everything will be alright. Once you both nearest your home, you saw your mother outside, hanging the clothes.

"Mom!" You ran to her, and she immediately turned to face you. Her eyes, however, landed on Heeseung who stiffened at the sharp glare.

"Mom, this is Heeseung-,"

"The human boy... What are your plans, you human?" Your mother sharply said, and you panic. You placed your arms around her to stop her.

"Ma'am, I plan on loving your daughter until our eternal lives meet." Heeseung courageously answers, which surprised you.

"Do you plan on exposing us to your kind? You know those humans hate us and they're probably burning a witch as we speak right now!" Your mother bursted, but Heeseung remained unfazed.

Heeseung stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. You turned around to face him, but his eyes were glued to your mother.

"Ma'am, no- I do not want to do that nor have plans to do that. I love y/n with all my heart despite not knowing long! I do not want the girl I want to spend my life with to die," Heeseung spat.

You and your mother were frozen in your places. Your eyes bore into Heeseung's chocolate eyes. His determined expression and his large hand stayed on your shoulder as if he's afraid to let go.

Your mother let out a sigh which made you look at her.

"Protect my daughter, Heeseung. My children are the only family I have after the burning of my husband. I don't want them to go through the same," Heeseung smiled and intertwined his hand with yours.

"I promise, ma'am-,"

"Call me mom, I don't trust you fully, so I need to observe you more. However, if my daughter loves you a lot, then you are welcome to join us for dinner." You smiled widely and embraced her instantly. Thanking words come out of your mouth whilst your mom laughs.

"Come inside."

Heeseung jumped when his bedroom door was kicked open. He turned around to face his fuming father.

"I cannot believe you would be a traitor, Heeseung... Why would you be with a witch!?" His father shouted, his eyes widened. How did he find out?

"You bring that witch in this village and you will watch her burn!" His father kicked his chair to the side. Heeseung kept a serious expression on his face.

"Who says I'm with a witch?" He bravely said. However, all his feelings and emotions went down in the drain when his father showed him the charm. The sun charm you gave him.

"Does this not explain? This is a witch's charm, Heeseung! Why would you have a witch's charm with you!? Are you studying witchcraft now!?" His father throws the charm to the side.

Heeseung felt his world crumble when the charm split in two. That was when Heeseung was finally getting annoyed. His angry eyes bore into his father's angry ones.

"Get out of my room," Heeseung said.

"What?" His father muttered.

"I SAID GET OUT!" Heeseung raged. Suddenly, the windows slammed open, shocking both of them.

"A WITCH! I FOUND A WITCH!" He heard the villagers shout in excitement. Heeseung's eyes widen and immediately, he rushed out of his home.

There he sees you being held by a man. A terrified expression on your face as the man dragged you to where they keep the other witches. Heeseung immediately ran to you.

"Let go of her," Heeseung kicked the man and took your hand into his.

"Heeseung! Stop this instant!" His father ran up to him. The other villagers surround them both. Heeseung's arm protectively around your waist.

"Let go of that witch or we kill you both," the villagers raged in anger. You looked into Heeseung's eyes; his chocolate brown eyes once full of love are now full of anger.

"I will not let go of her! Kill me! Do not kill her!" Heeseung bursted, and you felt your heart break. Tears fall from your eyes whilst you think about your nearing death.

"Heeseung, play my favorite music later, okay?" You muttered, loud and clear for him to hear, he freezes.

"What? Why?" He looks at you; his angry eyes now full of concern and sadness. His heart shattering into pieces when he watches the tears fall from your gorgeous eyes.

"I want to hear the music when I die. I want it to be the first thing I hear when I enter my eternal life. You'll do that for me, right?" You caressed his cheek, his eyes turning glossy.

"No! I will not let you die in the hands of these terrible people!" Heeseung glared at the surrounding villagers.

"Heeseung! I love you, you know that! I cannot escape what is called a witch's punishment. I cannot escape this, Heeseung! I feel like my date has been written already and a witch and a human cannot be together." You cry even more in his arms. You stood on your toes and kissed him.

"I love you," you whispered before you removed his protective arms around you.

"I will go with you, but you must not kill Heeseung. I spelled him to fall in love with me. Once I die, the spell will be broken." You like which shocked Heeseung. He was about to protest until he felt a hand on his wrist.

He looked down to see your brother, your mother, behind him. Both have a sad look on their faces as they have to pretend they are not related with you.

The sad eyes of your brother while he tries not to cry pained Heeseung. This is your family, his family as well.

"I must be killed today at midnight for the spell to be broken," you stayed strong.

"Very well then- get her," a villager said. Immediately, a man grabbed you and drag you to the prison. You turned around and flashed a smile.

Heeseung falls to the ground; tears falling from his eyes while your brother ran back to your mother. Both try not to cry, knowing another family member will be burned to death. Later that day, Heeseung entered his room.

His father stayed with the villagers for your burning. Your mother and brother in his room as well. Both in each other's arm as they grieved for your upcoming death.

He could hear the villagers' chant to burn you. He looks out of his window and sees you being tied to the pole. At that moment, he plays your music disc.

"Let the witch burn!", "Burn her!", "Eliminate all witches!" echoed in the village. Soon, he could hear the soft sounds of fire.

He turns around to face you. Your eyes looked at his home, which wasn't far.

"I love you," you mouthed before the fire eats your body. Heeseung bursts into tears, his loud sobs echoed in his room.

The dark sky and bright light of the fire met in the air. Your ashes blown by the wind until nothing was left.

Your body long gone as the day finally ends and you enter your eternal life.

"Go back to the before, change your lore, however, you cannot change what was bound to happen."

Heeseung caresses the book with a dejected expression. His hand trembling with guilt and regret. How can he just let you die like that?

He watched his townspeople burn your body. Your body that turned to ashes and soon, get blown away by the wind. Your favorite music disc playing in the background of Heeseung's room.

You didn't deserve it; you didn't deserve death just because you are a different kind than them. Just because you're a witch and he's a human, it doesn't mean that you shall be killed.

Your family, isolated and briefing over your tragic death. Heeseung's thoughts only blamed himself for the death of his innocent loved one.

He ought to sacrifice himself for you. He ought to see you once more and spend an eternal life with you. His heartbeat incredibly fast as he sees the vision of himself marrying you.

Your beautiful figure wearing a white dress that symbolizes purity. Your hair styles beautifully as you both are ready to make a commitment to each other. A commitment that you and Heeseung would gladly accept; Marriage.

That is how Heeseung got there.

He sat under the tree before he looked around. Such feeling of deja vu hit him before he get on his leather boots. He looks around; the peaceful sound of the woods echoed in his head whilst he looked around for any signs.

Immense amount of pain coming from inside his mouth. He slowly and gently brought his finger to his teeth- his eyes widen when he felt a sharp part of his tooth pierced his finger.

He turns around, his body suddenly stopped responding. His body invisible on the mirror that stood in front of him.

"Heeseung? What are you doing here?" He turns around, shivers on his arm as the confusion clouds his thought. He turns around and he comes face to face with your very alive self.

"y/n?" He muttered your name and you made your way towards him. You tiptoed and pecked his cheeks, you noticed a mirror behind him and tilted your head.

"Why would a vampire need mirrors? You can't even see yourself!" You laughed, you made your way to the mirror and fixed yourself. Heeseung figure not visible at all but you could tell he was confused. You turn around to face him, confused to why he's so confused as well.

"What- what do you mean I'm a vampire? I was born human!"

"What are you talking about? You've always been a vampire." You patted his shoulder and held his hand. "Come on, mother is waiting for you! Also, I don't think you can stay under this sun." You smiled, and drag him to your home.

He remained confused but silent. It happened all so sudden. What confused him even more is that he's a vampire and the last time he remember, vampires don't exist...

"Why are you so quiet? Did you hurt your head or something?" You turned around to face him, a pout on your lips before you both continue to head to your house.

"Y/n, do you believe in time or universe travelling?" He asked, still confused, but curious to what you think. A soft pout appeared on your lips.

"Not really? I mean, witches and vampires exist but I don't think things like that exist- oh, we're here!" You opened the door, immediately greeted by the embrace of your mother and your brother.

"Welcome back, Heeseung! We really missed you both!" Your mother hugged him as well.

"Thank you for having me, mother," Heeseung muttered. He sits down and watched you play with your younger brother.

His head still full of memories from the future or whatever his original time was. He knows you'll get caught, he just knows because no matter whatever happens, it cannot change.

That's what was written in the book he read. That's why before the day comes, he'll turn the tables.

Night has come; the moon shines brightly once more. Thoughts run around Heeseung's clouded mind as he stared at you.

Your eyes tightly shut, little whimpers coming out from your mouth while you stir around in your sleep. Your arms wrapped around the pillow you love cuddling at night.

He smiles before he slowly gets up. He cannot change your past; the villagers burning you then he can change the village's fate.

He quietly loves your home which is now his. The cabin hidden in the endless woods, away from the bloodthirsty villagers. The villagers who loves to ignore innocence go pleasure their own.

The night was peaceful, however, he notices the sky being covered with gray clouds. The bright and glowing moon was no longer visible to the eye.

Heeseung felt anger and greed. He cannot let his love die on him again, it cannot happen again. He ought to protect you and he will keep it.

His feet drags him to his previous home, his cloak touched the leafy ground. Leaves being rustled by his heavy steps and blown away by the occuring strong wind. The village comes to his sight.

The eerie and dark feelings it gave him. Many lingering souls walk around the village they despised so much. Although, Heeseung couldn't see them, they were dreading for him to set them free.

"And that's why I'm here," he muttered. He stepped into the village, the strong wind blows the gray ashes of a human and fire from the ground.

He goes to the place where the burning happen. It seemed much more heavier at night, where everything stays, and goes around the hateful place.

Heeseung takes some a torch on the side and lights it on fire. Heeseung felt himself sweating, not from the fire but from what he was about to do.

He looks around the village, his previous home for the last time. He moves closer to a certain place; the place where they keep the so called witches are.

"This is much sadder..." He mumbled when he saw a torn stuffed bear on the dirty ground. He moves to the side, the cells empty, indicating every witch has been burned during the time of his traveling.

Everything affected him- his feelings is on a roller coaster, and his emotions is in some kind of tornado. However, Heeseung knew what he has to do, and that will be to destroy this village. No more harm will be done if the village itself disappears. Heeseung lights up another torch.

The mesmerizing fire that moved along the wind on the wooden stick. Charcoal keeping the fire alive and steady, despite the wind. He puts some coal around a few houses to make the fire last longer.

Arson, arson seems to be the only thing in his mind. Arson and you, his love, and the people who were killed because of his horrible kind.

Before the wind could get any stronger or before the clouds begin to drop some rain, he quickly throws the torches on the houses. The fire begins to spread, people starts to come out of their houses, full of terror and worry on their faces.

It was a wildfire; the fire spreadt from house to house. The wind only made it stronger, it was as if nature was on his side. His plan was being supported by the dead souls around him who could not rest in peace.

Heeseung stepped out of the village. The black smoke that spreadt the sky was obvious from miles afar. He watches people scream and cry for help as they were getting fewer and fewer.

He turns his head to the side to see a mother and a child. Both had burn marks on their bodies. Both were transparent, you could see right through them.

They faced Heeseung; a much happier smile plastered on their face. "Thank you," the mother muttered before they both disappeared. Heeseung looked up, stars begin to appear. He assumes they're the people who finally gets to rest in peace...

"Heeseung?" He turns around, your shriveled state made him chuckle.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep," he reached his arm out. You slowly made to his side and let out a gasp. The village was on fire... Its people screaming for help whilst Heeseung watched.

"What happened?" You asked, your eyes glued on the burning village. The rays of orange and red looked like they could touch the stars.

"I'm not sure... I just saw the smoke and I came to this," he lies. He holds your hand and pulls you close to him.

"At least, they won't do any more burning ceremonies or something." Heeseung said, you gripped on his cloak you made for him.

You were glad to say the least, however, your mind was debating whether you should tell him the truth or not. The truth of you witnessing what he did.

However, you immediately understood why; he travelled time. With the book he left and you found, it was obvious. You were killed in his world, so he did this.

Although, you were disappointed that you couldn't visit the village anymore, yet you're also glad you're given a second chance to spend time with your love with no more problems or worries.

"Let's go home?" You softly asked him, to which he smiled instantly. He nodded and you both left the freed place.

He cannot lose you again, therefore, he had to do sacrifices. After all, it's either lose you or take the chance. And he chose latter. It was based off a simple word that he fears; "Cannot".

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Okay but what if Scott rly was Alan’s dad?

I was gonna post this for Earth & Sky week if I managed to complete it but it’s smol Tracy’s birthday and it’ll probably never see the light of day otherwise so why not :D

I’m always a ho for an AU so here’s one I started over lockdown called ‘Okay but what if Scott really was Alan’s dad’

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Long before International Rescue was a thing, the Tracy boys had lived on a farm in Kansas. It’d belonged to their late mother, God bless her soul, and these days it only grew crop for an environmentally friendly fuel because Tracy money came from technology instead of the earth.

The boys’ famous army father was gone for days at a time and there was plenty of rumours why that was. Mrs Wyatt who lived down the lane from the Tracys said she’d heard the man was alcoholic and probably had been for a long time because his teenaged son had been looking after the rest of them since his poor momma died. She saw them troop past her gate every day on their way to school and back, and then to the park on the weekends when their pa’s jet wasn’t on the drive.

Mr Colton, who lived at number fifty-four said he’d taken his son to the pool at the same time that the Tracy boys had been there without their father as usual. He told Vera that he’d overheard the youngest chattering away to the red-headed one about a rocket he’d called the TV21 until the eldest had overheard and shushed them. According to Mrs Johnson who was friends with Ms Hernandez at the school, Col. Tracy had budding engineers, astronauts and a future Olympic swimmer at the home he never seemed to return to. Instead it was Scott and Virgil who took their brothers to swim meets and galas and even to the Cosmosphere. Ms Hernandez could find nothing to complain about because all four of the Tracy boys grades were above average and threw off the teachers’ bell curves when it came to subjects like science and math.

That Scott boy sure had his hands full with three brothers, his own future and a possibly alcoholic father to look after, so the whole town was surprised when he went and knocked up the Austin girl after being crowned king and queen of their grad ball. Not much ever happened in the backwater towns of the sunflower state so everybody knew about it the morning after the night Pa Austin went round the Tracy’s farmhouse to have it out with the Colonel.

The rumour mill had been on fire for months after that because Mrs Johnson had been having her usual perm when she’d heard Ma Austin tell Shirley all about how her daughter’s boyfriend had been going to leave their small town after graduation. She’d seen the way the Tracy boy cared for his brothers and had expected he’d give up his plans to join the military if he had a kid of his own at home with her.

To the town’s surprise, it turned out that the Colonel was actually a long distance father and not an entirely absent one. Pa Austin had stormed to the farmhouse that night with his shotgun in hand, only to be greeted by a hologram of the great Colonel himself, sat eating dinner on a beach somewhere as his boys ate dinner round a table in Kansas. Austin had gone round with the aim of threatening at least one Tracy with his shotgun but hadn’t got that far because Colonel Jefferson Tracy could still dominate a room from over a thousand miles away.

According to Pa Austin, his fancy hologram was just as tall as the real thing and pretty sober which put paid to Mrs Wyatt’s theory that he was an alcoholic. In fact he was a Big Apple businessman now, and a darn good one at that because by the end of the evening it had been decided that his eldest son would join the GDF as planned and the child would remain with its mother but want for nothing. Tracys took care of their own and Pa Austin said he’d realised that when the colonel’s youngest boy had kept interrupting their conversation to show him trash he’d found in the pond at the park and Tracy hadn’t brushed the youngster off at all.

The big holographic man had promised they’d feed the ducks at the weekend, which meant half the town was hanging around the park come Saturday morning.

The youngest had appeared first, full of joy and enthusiasm that his older brother didn’t share as the red-head was dragged across the grass to the pond. The second eldest was close behind them and had a couple of toy boats in his arms which left the eldest Tracy boy and his father to bring up the rear.

They were deep in conversation when they appeared, the Colonel strolling along easily with his hands behind his back like an old fashioned gentleman. Scott was by his side and gone was the little boy always running to catch up. In his place strode a man and it was rather disappointing really.

The Tracys moved away shortly afterwards. Stan the mailman said he’d seen fancy suits taking pictures of the farmhouse and the Tracys had paid for their mail to be redirected but he couldn’t seem to find an address. The Austins had an address for the Tracys, but they also had a pretty hefty NDA in exchange for a very comfortable lifestyle and weren’t much inclined to break it just to satisfy everyone else’s curiosity.

It all died down after a while and people got bored of watching Sophia get bigger. Her old flame might’ve flown out of the picture but his presence sure was felt around town when Sophia got her own car and fancy place on the Tracy’s dime. Ms Hernandez said the colonel had insisted Ms Sophia continue her education alongside being a momma to his first grandchild and Shirley heard there was a job at the Tracy’s family business when she wanted to get out of Kansas.

Nothing exciting happened in their little backwater until the day a private jet landed on the main street and Sophia was whisked off to give birth at a very fancy hospital. According to Ma Austin, she had a private room and the colonel had parked his jet on the roof since his son wouldn’t make it back in time for the birth.

They did seem to be a good family, the Tracys, even if they’d disappeared off the face of the earth in the past eight months or so. The only trace anybody could seem to find of them was on the Tracy Industries website where each son had a mention in the CEO’s bio but real information was scarce. They disappeared off Ms Hernandez’s records and there was nothing about them on any government website. Nobody was truly surprised that the Colonel had chosen to disappear because they’d come to realise a few things after reading his bio. For one, the fella was a billionaire several times over and two, he adored those four boys of his more than anything because his words about his achievements had been clinical but the paragraph about each of his sons’ achievements had made old Mrs Johnson cry.

Of course everybody wanted to know what happened but the Austins didn’t have a lot to say. The Colonel was a very nice man who didn’t seem to have taken offence to Ms Austin’s actions. He’d offered her further education and employment instead of the lawsuit most men in his position would’ve filed. There were rumours the fella was working on a top secret project that’d change the world, but in their little backwater there were rumours about everything.

Alan Tracy didn’t pay attention to any of those rumours as he grew up with his momma in a sleepy little town in Kansas. The little boy loved many things including his momma and their house that had a big garden with a tire swing and a sandpit he used to re-enact grandpa landing on Mars. He loved ice cream and going to the park and he even liked Kindergarten ‘cause he got to draw pictures of his family and space.

But what Alan Tracy loved most of all was his daddy. He didn’t get to see him a lot ‘cause he was learning to be a pilot like grandpa, but every Friday evening a fancy car arrived to take him a little way out of town where grandpa’s jet would be waiting to take him to the island for the whole weekend.

Sometimes grandpa flew it but he had lots of meetings around the world so other times he’d see Uncle Virgil through the window and squeal with excitement ‘cause his biggest uncle had the best toys. He was gonna be an engineer and could fix any of Alan’s toys, even the one that failed a moon launch. He had Alan’s undying love ‘cause the little boy could hang from his arm like a monkey and he had lots of fun stories about his daddy. They were best, best friends and Alan liked to crawl into that big plaid shirt and bug him ‘til Uncle Virg showed him pictures of when daddy was little.

Uncle Virg wasn’t always around though ‘cause he was studying in Denver but that was okay ‘cause Alan had two more uncles to play with. Johnny didn’t really like to play but when he was home he let Alan play with his telescopes and taught him all about space.

Alan loved his daddy but he thought he might love space even more. He loved it when Johnny took him up to the peak of the island in the dark and they sat for an hour to watch for shooting stars. Alan had fallen asleep once on the big fluffy blanket and the best thing of all was when he woke to find daddy had an arm around Johnny’s shoulders and Alan had been drooling on his shirt.

“Hey, sprout.” Daddy had smooched his forehead when he’d noticed bright blue eyes staring up at him with joy, “I love you. John says you’ve been learning about the stars some more.”

“There’s Ursa Major!” Alan had stood up to be able to point out the little pinpricks of light that made up the Ursa Major Constellation and he still hadn’t been taller than his daddy, “Johnny says Ursa’s a big bear like Uncle Virg.”

“Johnny told you that, did he?” his daddy’s laugh had made Alan feel warm right down to his bones and he’d dived for a hug. Impossibly long arms had folded around him and Johnny, drawing them both into the safest place in the universe for so long they missed most of the shooting stars and Johnny made them go away so he could see the rest. Alan didn’t mind ‘cause dad swung him up onto his shoulders and let him get wet on the rocky beach by the villa since it was bath time anyway.

Alan loved Sunday mornings on the island when daddy was home. Alan liked to wake him up by bouncing on the bed ‘cause the sky was awake so they should be too. And then they’d get dressed in matching blue swim shorts and go for a run around the island and if he ran faster than daddy on the home stretch he was allowed to jump into the pool like Superman. Gordon was usually in there by then and kept an eye on Allie doing the doggy paddle in the shallow end whilst daddy went to get breakfast out the fridge. There was something cool that beeped super loud that time he tried to moonwalk on the bottom of the pool like an astronaut and Uncle Virg had dived in like a bowling ball to fish him out. Gordon had laughed a lot but Uncle Virg hadn’t even smiled ‘til daddy gave him one of those hugs that made booboos stop hurting.

Alan really loved his uncles but he loved his daddy most and it was hard to stand on the runway with Uncle Virg to wave goodbye. Uncle Virg didn’t seem to like waving goodbye either so Alan always held his hand to make him feel better and did his best to be like daddy so Uncle Virg wouldn’t miss him too much.

He seemed to end up being more like John as a couple of years passed and everything in his life changed. Grandpa took him to London to get measured for a suit for daddy’s graduation and he didn’t understand why Uncle Virg kept frowning at Gordon for laughing about daddy’s graduation from big school. He asked Uncle Virg what was so funny, and then Grandpa and Grandpa’s weird professor friend who used big words Alan didn’t know yet, but none of them seemed to know and even daddy missed a step when Alan asked him on their way to the fancy dinner Grandpa was hosting at his penthouse in New York for his newly graduated son. Daddy never ever missed anything which was annoying when Alan was trying to get hold of Gordon’s cookies but he’d breathed air the wrong way and Uncle Virg had to thump his back a few times.

Daddy had talked about how cool Alan looked in his little gray suit and Alan had been so happy he’d forgotten about his question ‘til after dinner when they were still at the table and he’d pulled himself onto Grandpa’s knee ‘cause Uncle Virg and Gordon were being loud and he’d been a tired little boy by then. He’d tried one last time to find out what was so funny about daddy’s last graduation and Grandpa had rested his chin atop Allie’s head.

“Your momma and daddy had you after his last graduation.” Grandpa rumbled, “You were quite an unexpected surprise for your daddy, but a welcome one. Gordon likes to remind your daddy about what a big surprise you were.”

“Your daddy was a surprise too, as I recall.” Grandma Tracy was sat with Grandpa and Alan loved visiting her but sometimes she made him cookies and he didn’t love those.

“I love daddy, not cookies.” he mumbled tiredly and fell asleep right there at the table.

That meant he missed the way his Grandpa coughed to quieten his four boys because he had something real important to discuss with them. Scott knew what it was, and Virg had an inkling because it was difficult to disguise underground excavations from a highly skilled engineer. They were sat together with Virgil’s elbow resting on the back of Scott’s chair and blue eyes softened when he realised where Alan had got to.

Alan had managed to sleep through the inaugural meeting of International Rescue and life was never the same again after he woke up.

#idek #AU warning #dad!scott #i'm just such a ho for dad!scott #this is what happens when I watch things like Bridgerton

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