#that thing has been with me for forever that thing will continue to be with me for forever i am in fact never getting a new one

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Continued:

"Dad?" Bruce said hopefully when they entered.

"Heya, sport," Danny greeted fondly.

Chaos erupted amongst the Waynes; Danny gave Junior to the nearest person and clapped his hands, calling, "Enough!"

Silence.

"Thank you," Danny said wryly, "now, we know this's weird, for everyone. But me and Sam aren't gonna barge our way into the Wayne family...yes, Cassandra?"

Cass had taken one look at her father, motioned for attention and began signing furiously to her not-grandparents.

Danny began signing back fluently, having picked up ASL when his Wail had really started affecting his voice.

Cass: My name is C-A-S-S. We welcome you, Grandfather and Grandmother. Dad is just emotionally shocked right now.

Danny: My name is D-A-N-N-Y; she is S-A-M. Are you deaf or just mute?

Cass: Selectively mute. Biological father wanted a weapon, not a daughter. Still learning vocal language. Is Grandmother able--

Sam: Not fluent. Know name spelling and emergency signs.

"Excuse me?" Dick said aloud, "But Junior isn't human?"

Danny chuckled and took his son back, "We're, me Junior, and Danielle, are all at least half-ghost. Danielle is a test tube baby of me and Sam made by a sick frootloop trying to clone me. Junior, also known as Dan, is an evil alternate future version of me deaged and stuff into a clone body. He didn't have a human form."

"Dad?"

"I'm still half-alive, Bruce. Terrible lab accident when I was fourteen."

Bruce made a wounded noise, "Dad, I'm....I didn't know..."

"I would have hated you for taking me away from my family and friends," Danny said mildly, "not to mention the portal I guarded. But," he smiled around the room, "Me and your mother are so very proud of what you've accomplished...even before we were reborn. We watched over you the best we could but we couldn't put off our turn in the cycle forever."

"Those Anti-Ecto things..." Dick realized with dawning horror, looking down at the white haired green skinned little boy he had held, "those Acts...they would've...if Tim's teammate hadn't been taken we would have never known about them."

"Like Danny said, we're very proud," Sam repeated firmly, "you found a problem and you fixed it. We're sad that you let your grief almost eat you alive, sweetheart, but so damned proud that you've used it as a weapon for the less fortunate.

"Mom, Dad, I...stay please?"

"We can't impose," Danny said.

"Nonsense, Grandfather," Damian spoke up, standing up and bowing deeply, "As Cassandra said, you and Grandmother are most welcome here as are your children of this life. We have adequate room available, Pennyworth will see you properly settled, and the house has been Manor has been reinforced against most metahuman abilities including but not limited to density shifting and other ghostly powers. Please, allow my father to host you."

"He's right, Mom, Dad," Bruce said roughly, "I don't care who you are now, that you're younger than me; you're still family. We'll say that you're cousins--freshly moved into Gotham with your children--Mom?"

Sam looked apprehensive and shared a look with Danny, before inhaling, exhaling, and saying, "Bruce, we'd love to. Really. But I'm pregnant and we need access to a certain ghost--he's a doctor."

"All the more reason, Mom," Bruce said earnestly, "I can get you topnotch care and the Manor is the safest place in Gotham. Of course you can use your doctor. Just give me his details and I'll ask the League's mages and mystics to work something out...Please, Mom, let us help you and Dad."

Again Danny and Sam looked at each other before both nodded, "Okay. But noone goes in that Alley specifically until we close that stupid portal."

The Bats happily agreed; Alfred sprang into action, Dick and Duke right behind him.

And so a family was reunited in the weirdest way possible.

But then again, Gotham.

Do I look like your Father?

Danny was walking down the street late at night, suit jacket draped over one of his arms, feeling down. The blind date that he had been set up on had been a bust. The only thing he wants to do now is to go back to his apartment and spend the entire weekend relaxing.

When passing by a quiet alley something very suddenly slams into his leg. It causes Danny to momentarily stumble in his steps. It isn't until he regains his footing does he finally look to see what is clinging to his leg.

It's- it's a baby or more like a toddler really. If Danny had to guess he'd say the little boy was 2 or 3 at most. That thought is quickly thrown to the back of his mind when he notices that the kid is wrapped up in what is obviously a large, black cape. How on earth did he get that?

"Daddy!" Two tiny, watery blue eyes shine as they stare up at him, "You found me! I don't know how I got here, but you found me so we can go home now, right? Is mommy waiting for us there?"

What in the world is he supposed to do in this situation? "Ah, yeah buddy we can do that. Just as a fun game real quick though what's mine and mommy's name?"

"You're silly daddy! It's Thomas and Martha Wayne!"

"…Bruce?" He can't help but say the name. Is this really THE Bruce Wayne? It can't be, something else has to be going on right now.

"That's my name, great job daddy!" Bruce raises his arms for Danny to pick him up. "We go home now?"

"Sure uh let's go…home." Danny, not knowing what else to do, picks up the kid and starts making his way towards Wayne Manor.

He’s also going to continue to ignore the fact that it’s probably Batman’s cape wrapped around Bruce, and what that probably means.

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Why do people admire you?

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| Ten of Cups | The Empress | Queen of Wands | Ace of Wands | Seven of Swords |

♡ Your Characteristics ♡

Ok—woahhh, soooo you're really a powerful person like damnnnn, The Empress and Queen of Wands. You're the wifey type, you are literally the package (if you feel like you're not the package, trust me Y.O.U A.R.E). It's either you can cook, you can clean, and you can even hug me tight, when I need someone at night (But if you can't cook, I do see you creating things that people enjoy). You can be the wild card that people don't usually expect, like you always go after whatever you want, whether it's in the hard way or the easy way. A lot of people do admire how you can be the mom of the group, and possibly, your admirable emotional traits too—like you can be a very good listener. People may also be shocked at how you remember small things examples: Someone said that they're allergic to something, you're usually the 1st one to say it to the waiter when your friend is too shy to say it.

And Ooh! I do see you're quite a strategic person. When it comes to group work—you have great ideas that people are willing to follow, and damn you seem confident with yourself. People may be jealous because of that aura, but just continue it. It's your unique admirable trait. People admire that you're great at planning when it comes to events or situations (but if you're quite the unorganized type, then people see you as someone that is calm even though many things are happening at a location—you know how to move quickly, and think logically). Either way, many people admire your emotional and empathetic traits. Hope it resonates. You're a really great person!

♡ Specific Scenarios remind me of you ♡

Someone got their heart broken and you hug them very tight/comfort them by relaxing them, You remind your friends what to bring, you're always there for your friends, knows how to cook eggs professionally?Lol, you know to bring the important stuff; Umbrella, Sunscreen, and Water bottle. Send messages when the group chat is quiet, helping a friend at a specific subject even if you don't understand it hahaha (probably math or Science lol). Ask their friends if they're okay, bring mini treats along the way, observant at fk, good at keeping secrets. Love³ hand made gifts. Has a lot of keychains, you usually see birds a lot.

♡ What kind of people do admire you? ♡

| Appreciation | Strategy | Magician and the Mirror | Door to personal healing and happiness

Oooh well the people that usually admire you are the soft & shy type and ALSO the gangsta type shi—you know, those?. I mean gurl, have you seen yourself?? These type of people want those emotional bond~ those hug me tight at night when I want to be vulnerable, but couldn’t because these gangsta people have been abused so bad, so they crave those people that are willing to understand them AND at the same time listen to them without judgment, people change and all but they also have their own reasons, and it's up to you if you want to help or nahhh cauz you also have your own problems too. But these people admire your vulnerable side like that's fresh air from these people (gangsta type).

And also, the shy type of people admire your confidence, like how could you say you're “not satisfied with your food”?? When I am literally here wanna vomit my food because it tasted so bad but I couldn’t say it because I'm shy (Poor person, they probably need somebody like you in their life). Well, you do attract both types of people, and they admire two different sides of you—gangsta; want your emotional side, while the shy type admire your communication style, you're literally straight to the point kind of person. Also, your friends do appreciate you, they probably think that theirs a very small chance they'll meet someone like you, then Bam! You're right in front of them, the mom of the group who doesn't want their friends to be left behind. You are an observant person, so people might get scared talking to you because chances are you probably know their secrets already hahahah. Also be careful cause some people just admire you because of your healing traits and usually use you just to gain something then leave you behind because they got what they want so be careful hehehe.

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| The Sun in Reverse | Four of Pentacles | Nine of Pentacles | The Hermit | Seven of Pentacles |

♡ Your Characteristics ♡

Eyy are you an introvert? a shy type? an emo type? Loner type? cauz you're really mysterious hmmm…you're like the out the world kind of person, you're really observant like REALLY observant—you probably know the issues half of the school/office (if not, it's ok, you're pretty knowledgeable in different toppings even the random facts ones). Also, you're probably good with money…good at budgeting too, if you ever need a sign to start a business. THIS IS IT, start now even if you failed again and again just don't forget it's for your future self. Be consistent and be proud of yourself. I think you're the independent type. I love your energy. I see you work really hard at night, a night owl I see, you like your alone time because it's either you like your space—you love to be alone, or love to have a space to invent ideas. Either way, you love solitude.

You're probably awkward around people? If not then people mayn't know how to talk to you hehehe, because you're very protective of your energy, you just give your attention to those who deserve it. And I do see you as a very hard-working person, you're probably on the journey of finding money opportunities. And grinding it until you get what you want. You're also very strategic when it comes to money; you know how to budget and sell (if you don't sell, you can create those promotional posters, you're quite creative, which usually grabs people's attention). Your decisions depend on your current situation. Overall, I mostly see your friends admiring your work projects and your peace, they like that you're chill.

♡ Specific Scenarios ♡

Drinking coffee at night, Staring at the moon, night walk, out of nowhere general cleaning at 2 am, a good night sleep, playing minecraft in peaceful, having a conversation about scientific facts, the air at the beach at night, painting the moon, going to starbucks buying something refreshing, playing roblox with 2 friends, walking silently, tucking your friends blanket, watching TikTok reels for the whole night. Listening to asmr, listening to podcast, playing Cards games with your friends, money savings, loves werewolves, love colour black, lowkey at socials, usually plays alone, sleepover, night bath, late night calls, skateboarder/rides a bikes, love books, usually be seen at a park or book store.

♡ What kind of people do admire you? ♡

| Heartbroken in Reverse | Strategy | Attachment | The Garden and The Girl |

It's either the broken hearted one's which are also in their healing journey right now or the people who have attachment issues (not surprised as avoidant attachment type of people usually attract anxious attachment kind of people😭) I mean if you're free, living on your own (the secure attachment type, they still admire your independence). These people wanna tie you down. They see you as a challenge like “why are you being cold, I just wanna be friends”. But you already sense their energy from a mile away and are locking yourself up in your cocoon, IfyTT. These types of people have an ideal type of person in their mind and put their delusions at you because you're the unknown, the mysterious type—that people usually see at rose tinted glasses without knowing you. Now the garden and the girl make sense, damn I luv spirit and tarot this is so accurate and has been connecting a lot of the dots. You present the girl being locked up at a gate, while the outside is green and free, you're there chilling at your comfort zone. You probably have been protecting yourself for quite some time now, are you NBSB? Cause damn you stay strong with your morals, gurl/boi.

In another case, these types of people admire your strong morals and values. They probably see that your heart has been broken and want to heal it. (That's sweet ig?). Either way, it's up to you how you'll think this through cause I do see some people may want to approach you but cannot because your gate is up high. There's nothing wrong with healing but if ever theirs an opportunity to love again, I suggest you take that opportunity! You have a crush? Make a smart move, be friends first then see if you guys are compatible, if not then at least theirs your answer. Welp if you do not see yourself entering a relationship, it's ok to heal first, just remember to love yourself more! Hope this resonates.

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| The Moon | The Magician | Eight of Pentacles in Reverse | Five of Swords | Eight of Cups in Reverse | The King of Pentacles |

♡ Your Characteristics ♡

I don't know where you came from but dang, you can make great things, like you're actually talented; it's either arts, instrument, writing, knitting, crocheting, or all of it, u just take them all. You probably overworked right now, chill a bit girl, you need some beauty sleep. You are quite the hard worker but pls take a rest. You need it, just because you can, doesn't mean you just do, do, do it. I know you want the money but resting is still an option. Crazy both Eight of Cups and Eight of Pentacles are in reverse, are you a people pleaser? You cannot say no? That's probably the reason why you are tired, you keep accepting things until your cup runs out—like your energy. You're probably focusing on the wrong things which I suggest you evaluate and make your priorities straight so that you can go back to what you need rather than what you ‘think’ you need.

Now let's continue to the main question of the reading hehehe, that was just the intro, but people admire your people's pleaser tendencies cause of course, they got what they want. Pretty rough intro but if you're happy being a people pleaser then that's slightly ok I guess? It's admirable that you are willing to help and willing to understand anyone. Thank you for still being here on planet earth (but still take a break). I manifest that you are guided at all times. There's nothing wrong with being a people pleaser but I don't want you to be drained soooo pls, pls, pls, take some rest. Additionally, your most admirable trait is your emotional maturity. I don't know why but I sense your energy is similar to Zoey from huntrix, which is btw hahaha a people pleaser. I guess you also like to make poems or lyrics. Have you written a song before? Cool, but if not, wanna give it a try? I think you write great things. Also, you may get your values by being liked, which you need to change… but if it works in your life right now then you can just disregard this message. (If you're at the public eye, yeh you do need to be a people pleaser at some point but you still need to have your boundaries)

♡ Specific Scenarios ♡

Promoting packages, night-shift, college exam, Delivering a package, cat bracelet, weird obsession?, 24/7 song in repeat, one direction, books, The beauty and the Beast, Huntrix Zoey, Violin, Acoustic Guitar, YouTube, Video Editing, Laptop 24/7, Golden by Huntrix, Google Sheets, Water color, New transformation, New Era, Sleepless night, One-hour commute, ASMR, Mukbhang, Moneyyy, Trendy music, secret, confession, trending, Pink, FOMO, Bubbles, always on the go, a diary from chillhood, fresh air through the night, drained, drawing when bored. Hiding your true emotions.

♡ What kind of people do admire you? ♡

| Deceit | Yin-Yang in Reverse | The Thinking Man | Door to Romance | The Blossoming Abundance |

Oooh the mysterious type, probably lowkey rich and abundant. Quite flirty, it's either the player or the heartbreaker. Hmmm many people admire you because of your hardworking nature, and you're the type of person who is still blossoming while being in a situation that's hard to pass through, you may have different side which why mysterious type of people admire you; and the observant types also admire you cause they be thinking about you and what you usually do? (Like you're the type of person that is quite hard to read) They be moving like detectives, asking others in a lowkey way hahaha, quite funny. You may also see these people near you or your friends to collect some data to understand you (so if you have friends that are quite an extrovert, or friends that are quite loud, these people be so thankful to your friends that are noisy).

I don't know why, but I think people that are comedians also admire you too. I mostly see these types of people have many people around them and they are the class clowns; you're probably the type of person that is mostly alone most of the time so they admire that you have your own peace. I do see that people who usually admire you are the people who have their masks on, trying to protect their vulnerable side or their broken side and they see you as a person that they can be open with. People that usually admire you might get too shy to talk to you because they don't know what to say. They probably don't know much about you. Either way, you can be very creative in the way you express which people find amusing.

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July Dev Log: A Devlog That Just Says ‘Thank You’ Forever

Hello, Finder!

My name is Donee(Director, Scenario writer and more) from The NTale Team! It’s so nice to say hello to you🤍

Can you believe it’s already the end of July? The year’s almost over... Unbelievable!!🥹

Also, the weather has been so hot lately, we’ve been wondering how you’ve been holding up. We hope you’re doing okay 🥺

We really hope this long summer ends soon, and that the season of cool, gentle breezes returns to us… 🍃

But before that… We will be able to release the game, right?! 🥺

Now then, back to the main topic! Let’s dive into the devlog update. ✍️

📦 Based on the Release spec, Season1:

✒️ Scenario: 100% complete 🛠️ Programming: 90% complete    🕳️ Remaining: Server integration 🎨 Art: 100% complete 🔊 Sound: 100% complete

We’re really getting close to release!!

During QA, there were… quite a lot of things to fix 😅 Our developer worked incredibly hard, and we’re so thankful for that...! It took longer than expected, so the schedule has been slightly delayed 😱

Thanks to their efforts, all those issues were resolved without a hitch!! 👍🏻

Right now, we’re working on server integration. We’re not sure what challenges might come up during this process, but we’ll do our very best to get through it!

Also! The official title image is complete and has been revealed on X (Twitter)! For anyone who missed it, we’re uploading it here too!

📌 What’s left: – Server integration – Translation implementation – Patron reward setup

And… something big happened this July! (in the best way possible!) 🎉

We’ve reached over 6,000 followers across our Korean and global Moonlight Dialogue accounts combined! We’re so grateful to everyone who joined us! 🤍

N'Tale Global X Account : https://x.com/ntaleteam_ N'Tale Korean X Account : https://x.com/Ntaleteam

Our global account was launched later in November 2024 and now, here we are. Just look at how far we’ve come!

Huge thanks to Sammi for creating the perfect meme image to celebrate this moment!! 🥹🤍

And to all the new Finders who joined us, we’re truly grateful to have you here.

Also... I’m deeply grateful for a project I had the chance to be part of 6–7 years ago. It shaped who I am today and made me believe I could create games in the first place. Without that experience, I might never have started this journey. To everyone who supported us then and continues to do so now, thank you.

To every Finder who’s shown interest in our journey, welcome aboard.

We’ll keep doing our best to live up to your expectations and grow into a better indie team with each step we take. 🤍

Please take care in this hot weather, and may only good things come your way, always. 🤍

Thank you!

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20. when a leaf turns

flowers over boys masterlist

in which Jin scares seagulls and Jimin builds a cute pyramid

word count: 4282

warnings: yes in my story street vendor can read hanmun. sue me

a butterfly is flapping its green wings around Jimin's head and you can't believe this dude. he is blind, staring through the garden with his turquoise eyes, feeling the insect.

"what colour?" he asks quickly. by the motion of his head you understand he hears it and can even locate its constantly changing position.

"light-green, the inner side of a leaf".

Jiji-Suga gets into the hunter mode. he is staring at the butterfly from the ground, his slender, angular body pressed against the stone.

"do you not see anything? is there shining at least?" you ask, "or just..."

"just nothing. i don't know what you mean by 'see'. i 'see' everything and nothing. i don't know the expression of your face, but i understand you even when you're away from me".

"like you always have", you confirm, shrugging. that is nothing new.

"this ability of yours", you begin again, "seems a little supernatural, no?"

Jimin lifts his eyebrows indifferently. if he has existed in this world forever, the notion of supernatural might mean nothing to him.

he can hear Jungkook's laughter before you. him and Jiji-Suga both lift their chins. the green butterfly disappears inside the garden, among the fruit trees that only slowly now beginning to lose leaves.

soon, you can hear it too. the sound of life. Taehyung's careful, low baritone, and Jungkook's sunny soundtrack. you share the skill of seeing Jungkook's face before you actually see it; but only because you know it so well. Monkey Prince shows his teeth when laughing, and throws his head back. only, you keep picturing him with short hair, forgetting that Seokjin and Jimin are the only ones who don't wear locks.

they appear inside the corridor. Jungkook is carrying a sack in his hands hug-style, and Tae is swinging some harness in the air. when together, they are no bigger than boys.

"Jiji!" Taehyung yelps from the corridor. he swings over the banister easily, which reminds you of his sword dance. Jungkook only softly smiles and continues his walk down, approaching you.

"you're leaving?"

"two hours", he reports, words like little peas from his teeth. he exits into the garden by the stone path. the noise they are bringing with themselves isn't pleasant to the black cat: he is trying to get away from Taehyung who bends his knees, chasing. Jimin sighs. Jungkook looks around: the habit you learnt all too well. always checking if there's a pair of eyes - or ears - around that will report the banned activity to uncle.

you can't imagine Yoongi scolding him too much. but Jungkook never misses his chance to be difficult with you.

he perches himself on the large stone you're sharing with Jimin. you have to scoot closer to the counselor to let him fit, and his thigh presses against you firmly. caught in between Jikook, you watch the royal guard in travelling black running through the garden. Jiji-Suga is pacing away from him lazily, not really scared, just irritated.

"you sure about the information Namjoon gave you?" you ask.

Jungkook has to lower his chin to look at you: too close. his huge boba eyes slide off your healing cut on the lip. he shakes his head unevenly.

"as long as he is within shooting distance, we are alright".

"you don't trust him either?"

Jimin tilts his head.

"weren't you the one who begged for him to be found?"

"and now he is getting the best out of uncle", Monkey gives a breathy chuckle. you haven't worked with Namjoon since the day he paid for you at the market. clearly he hasn't been assigned the gardener position; he was nowhere to be found at the palace; and he wasn't outside. you caught glimpses of him as you worked, alone. he is always accompanied by someone, never left to stray.

"keeps asking every little thing about you; when you arrived and why you're at the palace, and who you are friends with".

Jimin hums under his nose. his hum is similar to a birdsong.

"so don't be surprised if Namjoon doesn't make it back".

your head snaps towards him.

"no".

"you are trying to balance too many things in just one pair of hands", Jimin chimes in. Jungkook looks at you like you are in on a secret, and then rolls his eyes with a smile. you immediately report it to counselor just to be funny. Taehyung gives up. Jiji-Suga is enjoying the sun on a lying stone in the middle of a flower bed. the guard swings the harness again.

"Jungkook, we have to go".

"maybe he is just curious", you muse aloud. Jungkook's grin leaves you no more room for excuses.

"or he is a born antagonist".

Monkey gets up from the stone, and you can finally move away from Jimin's warm side. you two sit comfortably again.

the two troublemakers stand in front of you, throwing a shadow on Jimin's beautiful frame. his face feels the lack of the sun, and he lifts his nose.

"be careful", he advises.

"you keep an eye on her", Jungkook just doesn't stop smiling, whatever he speaks about. it suits him enormously. his side bangs frame his face, making him look like a true prince. Jimin slightly opens his mouth and sneers at this joke. the joke must be a hundred years old.

"no, you seriously be careful", you nod, "i have a very bad feeling about this".

Taehyung looks at you attentively, a small crease between his thin eyebrows. but the king's nephew either doesn't take it seriously, or knows something you don't:

"it's just Europeans. against us".

seagulls scream somewhere beyond the roofs of the labyrinth corridors. you haven't had a long conversation with Jiyoung in a while.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you wonder. Jungkook is insanely attractive when he is smug:

"my uncle Agust once slew forty swordsmen without lifting his own. all that, alone".

now it's your turn to frown.

"is that one of those myths about him? like where he jumps over palace walls and does Hong Kong deliveries?"

Taehyung narrows his eyes. Jungkook lifts one corner of his mouth:

"no, that is an absolute truth. let's go, Taehyungie".

"fighting", you utter out of habit, throwing it at them like your lucky charm. like a prayer. the weather is nice, sky is clear, but your mind is cast. Jungkook picks the sack from the ground and hugs it again, and they leave. no whiff of Namjoon anywhere, and you worry. you worry, worry. 21st century paranoia and earned anxiety seeps back into your brain, for the first time in a long while. one great thing about working your bones off in the garden? you stop overthinking. no time for it. now that your job has become so much simpler, it all returns again.

you look at Jimin's intricately designed profile.

"why did you tell Yoongi that i was a traveller from another world? you know it's not true".

Jimin gasps charmingly. he is staring through the garden like he is admiring it. you wonder if maybe anemones never made it here before because they don't have a scent? in that case, the Night Garden could use a laburnum.

"such atrocious lie spoken in a dead voice. y/n, are you really that terrified?"

"what you have already dug may have serious consequences".

he is really listening. his small hands, resting on his lap, twirl a small blue bugle flower you gave him an hour ago. in his fingers, it just refuses to wilt. Jimin doesn't smile anymore.

"what kind?"

"serious", you repeat, "whatever you think you know... whatever i allowed to drop, because i am a fucking idiot, shouldn't leave these walls".

"you lower your guard around us greatly", he notes.

"yeah duh".

he chuckles at that.

"don't worry", there's a smile in his voice. ocean-blue eyes move closer to you, "Yoongi is the kind of person to hide treasure and keep it in the dark until the end of times".

that surprisingly consoles you a little bit.

"don't you have work to do?" he reminds softly. you huff.

"listen to the seeds wake up under the ground?"

"can you bring over some flowers to my room, as well?"

"of course. what smell do you want?"

"lavender".

you put your hand on top of his palm. his skin is silky-soft, unlike yours. no; not the fat, not the maids' secret lotions can make your hands go back to their third milleniumm glory.

"honey, i will fill your room with lavender".

Jimin smiles gently. some bug lands into his slightly purple hair, and you shoo it away.

"i don't mind", Jimin says.

the king's party leaves, and the palace continues on without them.

life crawls quietly, days filled with steady work and gradually worsening weather. finally. maybe Jungkook takes the summer away with him at last; it rains more and shines less. Jiji-Suga prefers to spend time inside, his favourite place being the tapestry room where he first crawled onto your lap.

Jiyoung visits the Garden of the South, just like all others, to prepare it for cold times. protection needs to be installed for many bushes. some flowers are covered.

on her wrist, Jiyoung's Heart, the peas throbbing rhythmically. she observes the spot where you had planted anemones, and asks:

"have you sanded them?"

"yes".

"soaked?"

"i soaked them in your room, don't you remember?"

"right".

she hugs her elbows.

"it will still take a long time".

"i know".

"why anemones? there are more dignified flowers for the king".

you can't explain the stubborness, but it doesn't matter either, because Yoongi had already accepted it.

"it will look hideous..." Jiyoung hums, "but we could build a greenhouse for it. especially if we want them to grow during winter".

you slap yourself on the forehead. how haven't you thought about it earlier?

she calls Yu and two more girls, and they gather around, measuring the ground.

"we'll do it", Jiyoung promises. she smiles at you, "you go pick lavender then".

the girls exchange looks.

"she is bringing flowers to counselor's chamber", Jiyoung snickers, and it's the first time you want to smack her on the shoulder. Yu raises her eyebrows:

"you must have seen the ghost without the mask, as well?"

you nod, entertained.

"what does he look like?!"

"like a little chick", you shrug. three confused faces.

"chick?"

"you know. a chick. a baby chick", you lick your lips, having fun. has been a while. "ppo! ppa! ppoo!"

Jiyoung rolls her eyes. you thank them and leave to go to the Eastern Garden where alpine flowers still bloom.

Jimin's chamber on the second floor of the northern part of the palace looks out neatly on the Night Garden. naturally. once you open the window, the sweet scent penetrates it. opposite windows are Yoongi's chamber. you wonder if they used to chat like this over the yard when they were younger.

his room is spare of the extra stuff; stuff he has no need of. but the wall to the left of his bed is all spotted with ceramic and wooden masks, bright like flowers themselves, with his intricate and curious demon and fae faces. you spend a good amount of time just staring at them when you enter for the first time. his silk slippers giving him the light step of a ghost under his bed; which is actually elevated. nothing more, really; behind the sliding doors to the right must be his robes. no paintings or figurines; but the room breathes charm and mystery. you walk over to the empty corner and realize he doesn't even have anything resembling a night stand. nowhere to place the flowers.

"just put the vases on the floor", he shrugs. you shove a rice ball into your mouth and chew.

"won't you kick them by accident?"

"are you trying to insult me?" he wonders. his plump lips pout but tremble, trying to push back a smile.

"you like minimalism, don't you?"

"suppose so. can you finish quickly?" he nods at the food in your hand, eyes up in the sky, "it smells".

"well, excuse me, black swan", you move away slightly. Jiji-Suga stands on his back feet to sniff. you put the rice closer to his nose, and he licks your fingers.

"what's that sound?.."

damn, the kitty is so loud.

"oh no, don't do that. sharing food with an animal! are you..." he cuts himself off, and you turn, amused.

"what? barbarian?"

Jimin produces an 'ourgh', offended to the depths of his soul, and gets up. against the green tapestry, he looks like a piece of art himself.

"okay, i'll get going", you drop the rest of the rice for the cat, and he starts chewing it from the floor.

you bring lavender handfuls into his chamber and place them by the wall and below the window. the room looks like spring returned. make a mental note to yourself to ask him who designed his masks and whether he had a say in it.

nobody else, really, to hang out here with, now that Taehyung is gone, and you are secluded inside the palace territory. Jiyoung is constantly busy, and you have work of your own: it's been weeks, so some arrangements need changing. with coming season, they need adjustment, too. you sometimes sit by the royal stairs and look at the forest beyond, growing more yellow, wondering what the winter will look like.

it's been ten days since the company had left, and of course they do not message you on insta to say how they are doing. there's no instagram in Joseon. only, maybe, mail crows? you have no idea. or maybe they have those people like in Greece, who run really fast and carry letters. whatever the manner is, no word from them. Jimin seems calm, and you rest on that.

the chamber Yoongi had chosen for you is situated in the depths of the palace, the window looking out into the Eastern Garden. you don't know if it's a coincidence or not. it's the same size as Jimin's, but with an intricate resting bench with golden flower patterns. bed is a futon lying on the short-legged carcass of red wood. on the opposite wall, a beautifully painted scene: mountain hill, pine trees, and forest animals scattered among them. without looking closely, you will not spot them. it's a sort of a puzzle, a good entertainment, to find them all. some black monkeys, red-legged birds, serpents almost blending in with the trees, and even a striped orange tail peeking out. at nights, before falling asleep, as you listen to the quiet palace breathing and peacocks tearing their throats, with Jiji-Suga below your rib, you watch the forest, and it slips easily into your dreams.

wherever are they, and are they alright? in your dreams, Yoongi fights forty people at once. your brain is trying to show you something your ear got stuck on: forty swordsmen without lifting his own. what, with bare hands? how is that possible? in the dream, Yoongi has his hwando, then doesn't. you wake up a little confused.

you bow and push on the handle. the heavy bucket ascends slowly. since the heat went away, it's easier to function, and you don't even sweat as much anymore. it's only your back that suffers, gathering water and carrying it, among other heavy things, around. you sincerely miss that one massage Jimin gave you; consider begging him for another.

before the bucket makes it to the surface of the well, the seagulls on the roof of the compost shed get startled by something, and startle you in turn. you flinch - hand slides off the handle, a splinter driving smoothly into the side of your finger. you curse sharply, out loud, and then see Seokjin himself stumbling into the back yard.

"how did you scare the birds?" you yell.

he looks like he's in a hurry. you haven't seen him in a while. in his better robe, like he's dressed for an occasion, he is pacing towards you, looking over his shoulder.

"shouted. finally i found you", he grumbles. you notice why he is cautious: a couple of guards are trying to catch up. Jin is now running towards you like you are his safe place.

the guards look slightly embarrassed; one of them lacks the headband that Seokjin is clutching in his left hand. you can see it: tried to seize him, probably didn't tell them why he's here. but, being Seokjin, he couldn't stand for such outrage. so he probably slapped them around and bolted. Jin makes it to you, while you study your poor finger. he grabs your shoulders with his huge hands, and you sway.

he knows what he is doing.

guards freeze in their places and look away immediately. Seokjin chuckles behind your back.

"what? cowards?" he coos from the safety of your back. you can't help but laugh. the two men pretend to be very interested in the old sheds. the seagulls lazily return.

"you're the one hiding behind a girl's back", one of them says. Seokjin, who is two heads taller than you, squeezes your shoulders involuntarily,

"the most freakiest girl in Changdeokgung, by the way".

oh, you got them good. he learnt that word from you. your presence is creeping straight into the core of Joseon.

you step forward to test if it will scare them. the guards step back. Seokjin understands your idea and lets go. you jump. the guards jump back like scared rabbits.

"okay", you brush them away, "he will do no harm, he is a friend. you know that".

one of the men looks at Jin over your shoulder. then nudges the other with his hand, and they leave reluctantly.

"got a splinter", you murmur, turning to him. "see".

"leave it", Jin orders. before he says something else, you look up.

"nah. help me with water first".

he clicks his tongue and sucks on his lower lip, rolling his big beautiful brown eyes. with his strong hands, he gathers a new bucket of water and picks it up with ease.

"where?"

"Western Garden", you say, and the both of you set off.

"what did you dress up for?"

you look at his soft hair ruffled by the light wind. it's still warm, so your collar is opened.

"going to the palace".

"you missed me?"

Jin looks at you incredulously.

"little one, i already told you..."

"you're not my type either, Jinnie, but i still miss you".

he hums, comforted.

"need to find Jimin", he whispers, "as well. something happened".

you gulp in spite of yourself. and the next ten minutes become torturous. you make it to the Western Garden. Jin is unafraid to be seen with you, unlike Taehyung. because, unlike Taehyung, he has a meat cleaver and is ready to use it. he pours the water under the plants you point to, and then you can't wait anymore; you abandon the bucket by the path and go searching for Jimin. peacocks make Jin frown like he sees competition in them; he steps carefully around the birds. you always count them nowadays, scared that Jiji-Suga will really go on and hunt them. he does look like a feline who takes on bigger prey.

Jimin is found eventually near the palace temple, arranging little stones into a pyramid that has nothing in common with religion. the boy is simply having fun.

in his silk palace dress, he is squatting the way only Yoongi could have taught him; his ass sticking out, the tip of his tongue sticking out. you ask yourself if Jimin just... wanders around when the king isn't here? doesn't he have some spying to do? or whatever it is that he does in general?

"Jimin", you call.

"ye-es", he responds, a little whiney.

"Jin is here".

Jin cranes his neck to look at the pyramid. with one hand, Jimin places a stone, and with the other, lightly touches the construction with the very tips of his fingers.

"i know. i can smell death on him".

"tsk. i bathed".

"and groomed his hair", you add, to help him.

Jimin turns around, lids of his eyes half closed.

"how are lavender dreams?"

"breezy", he replies, then unbends his knees and adjusts his robe. "what do you guys say we choke all Jungkook's peacocks and blame it on Jiji?"

"i will not allow it", you say.

"they just won't let me sleep. don't you hear them? so loud", his bright eyes have expression in them even though they serve no purpose except to mesmerize. you know they mesmerize, because Jin, who isn't used to seeing Jimin often, can't look away.

you move around the tiny yard next to the temple. like three hands of a watch; then gather again at Jimin's little uneven pyramid.

"any animal noises are soothing to me", you say. Seokjin looks at you with an unpleasant glint in his eyes.

"any?"

"oh, please!" you almost shout. he grins, showing teeth. next to Jimin, he is too tall. the counselor sniffs the air curiously.

"what is it you wanted to say, Jin?"

"the witch came to me this morning", he drops it like it's a normal thing that happens regularly.

"the witch?" you ask. "which witch?"

"the pharmacist. the one who sold you the seeds".

"and?"

Jin looks at Jimin like he can help him somehow.

"she said she has a prophecy for me".

you all fall silent for a while. even the fountain nearby kind of stops dripping.

"about?"

"uh... us", he is still looking at Jimin, not knowing that he doesn't have the habit to turn his face towards the person he is talking to. Jimin simply half-blinks elegantly, listening.

"you guys? you boys?" you can't breathe.

"i think she saw Namjoon and decided something... the same thing that you kept talking about", Seokjin nods. he is quite nervous, unsure, frowns. he takes out a piece of paper from his pouch and wants to give it to Jimin, then remembers, and hands it to you. you take one look at it.

"i still can't read Hanmun", you guide his hand back to him. he purses his lips and reads:

"gather seven, unsheathe the purple flower, and the tiger kingdom shall thrive on venom. three grams of pepper after breakfast with frog sal- oh, it must be a piece of someone's prescription".

Jin looks at the both of you expectantly. you feel your nostrils flare.

"why", you start slowly, "is it that every time there's a prophecy, it always has to be a fucking puzzle?"

Jimin shrugs.

"this one doesn't look that convoluted. seven must be us? why did she come to you, Seokjin?"

"she said it's because i am the eldest. which i guess is true. i am thirty-six?" and he looks at you like you're supposed to know. he whispers,

"how old is the wang?"

"mentally or biologically?"

he clicks his tongue again. he is too rattled by it, and Jimin isn't rattled enough.

"Namjoonie should be a year younger than Yoongi", you muse. "even though in this realm, the gap between Yoongi and Jungkook is bigger".

this must be, so far, the biggest fuck up you've had. two faces turn ton you.

"in this realm?"

you grunt with a stretch, lowering yourself on a stone, and hide your face in your hands.

counselor nods.

"proceeding. unsheathe the purple flower? like a weapon? this could prove to be less obvious".

Seokjin brings a hand to his forehead.

"and which purple flower? there are so many".

"Smeraldo?" you muse, barely hearing him. Jimin goes blurry before your eyes. "but no, Smeraldo is blue".

you knew their meeting meant something. their set. ot7.

there isn't a single dimension where these seven boys together don't make up something meaningful. maybe it's about celestial fate. maybe it's cosmic and beyond you. but it makes sense.

Jin blinks several times, folds the paper and removes it.

"no", Jimin nods at him, "destroy it".

you are both surprised.

"why?"

"i memorized it. no reason for it to stay".

he puts out his hand. Jin hands him the paper after a while.

"i will burn it".

"should we go consult with the shaman?" you suddenly recall, "this place has one, right?"

Jimin shakes his head. the paper disappears in the folds of his green silk dress. it's like he is trying to resemble the butterfly he never got to see.

"the shaman always travels with wang".

you pick at the aching little spot on your finger. squint your eyes. you can see the tiny splinter under the skin.

"there are too many varieties of venom in this world", Jin says, "to know exactly which venom the tiger kingdom will thrive".

"just to clarify", you nod, "the tiger kingdom is Joseon, right?"

"yes", they respond in unison. their voices harmonize. Jin looks like he has come to terms with the idea of belonging to... the other six. although it took ruffling all his hair up.

"guess we will have to try every venom in existence", Jimin beams, although there's nothing to smile that brightly about.

you roll your eyes.

"it's impossible".

Seokjin produces a 'ha'.

"nothing is impossible for the king. i mean, he almost made a cultured person out of you".

you glare at him.

at night, you toss on your futon so much that Jiji-Suga leaves your bed and curls next to it, on the floor. tears choke you for the first time. not sadness, just emotion. you realize with shock that you... haven't cried properly here yet? sure, tears burst out of your eyes when Yoongi peeled some skin off the back of your hand; and you cried with anger after you stabbed that idiot in the black dungeon. and sometimes you'd sob with exhaustion, but those were all tears that didn't signify strong feeling. just a bodily function.

now you mean it. they fill the thin pillow and stain it, liquid snot coming out of your nose. maybe it's the built-up tension of being here for around... two? three months? you lost count of time.

in every universe, they find each other. sometimes with a gentle nudge from someone else. but they do. and when they do, they form something. and it makes you cry. your hand snakes under your light night dress and touches the tattoo that Jimin read with the tips of his fingers. seven. it's such pure pride, such pure love that doesn't involve you, and it's beautiful. you don't even care about the rest of the prophecy that much; it's the beginning. seven. they are always together. youth came back. you wish the other people, the armys who aren't time travellers, could know. that you could somehow let them know. that this all has meaning. let them never ask you 'why??' again. they must know by now.

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[coconutjelly]

Put a Ring On It, Ch 2-3

Part 3/9 Tumblr chrono link Think Pink AU on AO3

It’s their text thread.

I smirk when I realize that Tim still hasn’t removed the superhero emoji from his contact name. Tim has scrolled up to their conversation the night before.

What should I wear tomorrow? What are you wearing? Are you suiting up for this?

I will be wearing a black track suit and black sneakers, because it’s cold at the summer house. You should wear something that makes it easy to whip out your nips and dick.

The phrase “whip out your nips and dick” sticks in my head. I knew what we were going to do today, but still… I mean, I have played with those nips and they are very fun nips. Tasty nips, too. 

There’s probably not a reasonable excuse to try them again today, is there?

Also the dick, which I mourn all the things I didn’t get to do with it. Two really great treats being paraded in front of me today, and I don’t get to sample any of them, unless the day takes a shocking turn. Which, that hasn't never happened, so I will continue to live in hope.

Nips & dick Dibs on band name Dude you’re describing a bikini

I hear you look good in gold lamé.

“Ha!” I let out one loud, unattractive laugh, and to answer Tim’s raised eyebrow add, “Gold lamé. Good one.” He snorts and nods.

Why is it That every time I tell you a story I end up regretting it?

I can only enforce good judgment upon you in a team setting. And even then, it’s hit or miss.

I hate you I'm just gonna wear my suit If I panic and run the code word is kaiju

I’m reeling a little bit from how Kon apparently doesn't believe in any punctuation but question marks. Also from how they don’t say hello or good-bye or good-night or really anything to indicate the beginning or end of a conversation. I guess that’s besties for you.

Or, possibly, superheroes who are pulled away from conversations without warning. Either way.

There's an abrupt break in the text thread, and it picks back up earlier this morning.

Ok so like If I die of embarrassment You’re legally required to delete my browser history It's in my contract Actually just throw my phone in a volcano

Damnit, why is this guy so funny? It should be illegal to be that hot, that sexy, and this funny.

We don’t have contracts, Kon. You literally asked for these, what is there to be embarrassed about?

Uh…BERNARD?! With his perfect cheekbones and extremely good opinions

Credit where it’s due, I do have extremely good opinions. Like, the man isn’t wrong. Although I am surprised to be a source of anxiety for him, considering how much I’ve been feeling in the other direction.

This is high stakes social stuff okay What if he’s like “wow Tim your best friend is weird and sweaty you should stop being friends with him” 😭

Okay, Kon, nice try, but it’s more like, “wow Tim, your best friend is unbearably hot and clearly in need of love and we should keep him forever about it.”

First, you cannot physically sweat at any Earth surface temperature. Second, most people who don’t like you decide that instantly and pick a fight, and he’s met you twice without it coming to that, so I think you’re on solid social ground there.

Yeah well last time he was drunk The time before that was extenuating circumstances

My brain tries to recall scenes from those extenuating circumstances, and I have to beat it back with a club. Thankfully, the three orgasms this morning seem to make that easier than usual.

Seriously, the amount of time I’ve spent lately daydreaming about that weekend is probably not entirely healthy. I'll definitely be bringing it up in therapy once I can at least think about it without blushing.

Good point. I’ll ask B to borrow his K ring, so he has a fighting chance. Just in case.

WOW TIM New fear unlocked thanks Getting my ass kicked with fresh piercings

Bernard is excited to see you again, you idiot. I estimate that they will be “fresh” for eight seconds, maximum.

I know I’m being weird But he matters to you So him liking me kind of matters So I don’t want to screw it up

That’s not weird. That’s actually really thoughtful. It means a lot to me that you care. Bernard wants to make a good impression on you too. The only one judging you today will be me, and I always grade you on a curve.

Thank you I think

“Wow, he is not afraid of the multi-text, is he?” I comment, passing the phone back.

“Does not shy away from it, no.” The phone goes back on the dock while he gives me a sidelong half-smile. “But more to the point, he is nervous and excited to see you. Sound like anyone you know?”

Great, we’re both nervous and excited like a pair of unhousebroken chihuahuas. It’ll be so fun and chill when we pee on the floor together.

I mean, he’ll be peeing because he’s all heart-eyed over Tim, and I’ll be peeing because I’m all heart-eyed over him, and Tim is just gonna pretend no one is peeing on the floor and walk through the puddles like they aren’t there, and–

This analogy is getting away from me.

[degenerateshinji]

LONG POST!!!⁉️

happy birthday to me and by proxy happy 4 years since i've (more or less) started digital art!! i've never talked too much about my art journey on here but i thought it'd be fun to share a few of my pieces over the years to showcase my growth

2021

i literally did not DARE draw without reference. I hated drawing characters with their eyes open because i never knew how to draw them exactly, and i hated drawing hands more than anything cause i just couldn't get them to look right. My colours weren't horrible, but they definitely weren't always great.

2022

aaaa!!! colourful!!!!! i started doing more anime fanart! i was kinda afraid to do it beforehand since i was worried i couldn't get the characters looking right since i didnt really have an anime artstyle and was mucchhhh more comfortable with more realistic proportions, which is why for the pieces here i also mostly used reference and then just plopped the characters' designs on top. my faces & hands were definitely improving, but not quite there. Also ocs!! i love my ocs!!

2023

welcome to the year of sskk and also the year i finally started posting comics!! (we ignore my webtoon that i definitely didnt have in 2022) im trying not to post too much art i already have up on my tumblr here but you can look up the sskk tag on my tumblr you can see how insane i was!! in fact, because of how much i drew them that year, i think i very rapidly improved at my anatomy and expressions AND hands compared to 2022. crazy what a hyperfixation does to you

2024

getting daaaangerously close to tumblr's image limit and also 2024 was probably my most active year on tumblr to date, so it's all here anyways, but here's some of my favourites for my overall improvement. i'm not sure i drew a single background all year.

2025

anyways!! we're all caught up now! These two have been my favourite drawings from 2025 so far (one of which im techincally not supposed to show yet, oepsie) and i hope i can make hundreds more that i'm proud of! i've never really set up my art and looked at it side by side, so seeing how far i've come in the last four years is actually kind of heartwarming. thank you so much to everyone who's followed me and supported me & my journey! im getting sappy now so i'll stop jaja

[ghostinacardboardbox]

CC is one of my new favourite things ever but ill respect your dislike of it far more than i ever will going "I'm not saying you cant criticise the musical but" then express discomfort with people calling out the antisemitism

CC is my least favorite Starkid show ever but I'll respect your appreciation of it far more than I ever will people who go "there's nuance here" in a post that is fully just using polite language to shut down criticism. I genuinely don't know what's so hard about this.

Anyway it's been a Rough Time to be in the Starkid fandom and actually want to complain about things I disliked in a show I was incredibly excited for. Somehow having literally any issues with the show at all means I must be someone who is only here for Hatchetfield and is just trying to bully Starkid back into doing Hatchetfield stuff. Piss on the poor website.

[bugeyedfreaks]

I’ll quit talking about PPG fanfic after today, but I decided to actually check the amount of fics that still existed if I ran filters on AO3, because I don’t normally check the numbers when I do filter and I was curious.

Here’s the number of fics in total in the PPG section:

Here’s the number of fics when I remove crossovers and the RRB pairing and characters entirely:

Then if you add the RRB back in and search for fanfics that also include the “humor” tag you get this result:

And if you search for anything that includes the “comedy” tag… it’s worse!

I also tried various combos of action and adventure and this was the best result I got from that:

Anyway, I understand that people would like to write a dramatic fanfic every now and then. I get it. Totally. No hate about that kind of thing. I also get that you don’t necessarily have to add those tags if your fic includes those things. Not everyone categorizes everything accurately and that’s fine! But sometimes, looking at results like this, I wonder if I watch the same show as everyone else… 😩

[fuzzbuns]

Was talking to a friend about this so excuse the ramble but:

I feel like we are at a really weird point in fandom culture where like. People just want to be fed content rather than engage with anything meaningfully ever which has led to people being incapable of letting things just end. Like i thought we all agreed that people making seasons and seasons and seasons of shows for profit as it becomes such a nothing burger and everyone starts hating it is bad and we would rather creatives be allowed to tell the story they want to tell with the ending they want it to have. But now a movie comes out that people enjoy and rather than just enjoying it for what it is people beg for a sequel or a spin off series. An indie animation that was released slowly over multiple years finally comes to an end and instead of looking forward to the next project from a talented group of creatives people just. Ask for more of the thing they JUST finished.

Like what happened to making shit up. What happened to taking your desire for more and like. Doing something with it. Loose ends or things left up to the viewer should be fuel for you to write a fanfic or make fan art or just like, excitedly theorize with a friend. Or like it should incentivize you to seek out more art. Ok you liked this show for x y reasons so go read this book that inspired it or watch the other shows the writer made or look for a fan fic someone else wrote about the one thing you cant stop thinking about.

That and like my friend pointed out, it feels like people dont even chew on their food anymore!! Like are you even meaningfully connecting to what you claim you love so much before asking for seconds??? You didnt even finish chewing!!!!

Idk. I think ppl honestly want to be in a fandom with constantly updating official content more than they want to actually connect with and engage with art and i find that sad but its also not like im the first to point this out 🤷‍♀️

[corvidaedream]

im so fine and normal

im not crying at 5am thinking about how i have the interview/audition for my old job this afternoon

[monards]

i feel like i need to preface the entirety of my rhine tags with the fact that. if you think im trying to strip her of her evil you're just. Not Understanding What I'm Getting At, At All 😭

[orbmanson7]

how do y'all motivate yourself to do anything?? I'm amazed I can even remember to eat once a day, go to work most days, but this shit is ridiculous, man

[cowboyshit]

chugs made me cry today 🥹💗

[alchemiclee]

been trying to figure out what exactly it is about aventurine that feels perhaps relatable, or what it is that makes me want to study him like a bug...

and camr to the thought that he's pretty pessimistic for am optimist...but also ob the other side of the same coin, he's optimiaric for a pessimist. kinda both at the same time,.or depending on the day or how you look at him maybe.

he's an optimist becuase he knows he's going to win. he always wins. he has always won his gambles. he knows it will happen again and again. his luck, or gift, or blessing, or whatever you want to call it ensures that. but he's also a pessimist becuase he knows that "win" also always comes with some kind of suffering for him. he wins all his gambles, but at what cost? a lot, actually. so is it really a win? he knows he will win, but he also knows he will be used, abused, sacrificed, broken, or in pain. he expects those to be a consequence of his winning luck, to the point of making sure it happens and becomes self-destructive because of it. he acts calmly like it's ok and is the outcome he wants and calls that a win because it's what he plans and expects. he bets on it and it happens.

but at the same time, he's slowly breaking and seems to want it to end. he tests the limits of his luck to see if it's a real "gift" or if it is all a coincidence and has an end. he probably wants to meet the end to end the pain and suffering, but knows his "luck" won't allow it. he wants to be against the luck and see if he can win. a whole contradiction it itself. his luck kept him alive so many times and continues to do so. it will always do so, unless perhaps his end is the goal. what if he bets on losing this time? bets in meeting his end? he needs to get lucky enough to achieve that goal. flip his lucky fate by turning his luck around, make his end the final lucky win.

but it seems like he either lost for once and didn't meet his end....maybe his luck truly does intend on keeping him alive...or he changed his mind in the end and got lucky enough to get out of meeting his end once again...

he's still a bit of an enigma to me and i'm not sure exactly what happened. but he's for sure a complex and amusing character (even if I still want to put him into a snow globe and shake it as hard as I can) and this whole penacony story is too complex for my soggy trashcan brain lmao but i'm enjoying the ride

[85-rend]

being an artist online is like kinda weird honestly especially if you've been around long enough to change fandoms multiple times and all. i feel like (and have directly seen as well) that like people expect me to be completely stagnant and keep doing the same things forever because its what they want. and then theres so many people expecting more and more stacked on of people expecting things to be the same as different phases in my past that i just don't want to continue or cant. i know theres people who've stuck around even though its been ages since I've moved on from what they initially followed me for but i dont know its just a weird feeling to me i guess

[risingsunresistance]

MUSE HYSTERIA DEMO AND NO ONE TOLD ME???????????????????????????????????????????