#there will likely be some errors but like. the vibes are probably okay so that's good

[junejems]

Because I'm feeling a little brave tonight, I will also post some stuff I've been working on.

This is literally the first time I've ever posted my writing. (Unless you scroll back on this blog far enough and see the first smut I ever wrote LOL good luck finding it) (hint: it's definitely about a certain necromancer dkfjddkjf)

ANYWAY this isn't smut but I'm putting it beneath the read more because it's a bit of a wall-o-text. So. yeah. Here we gooooo

Two knocks and the door to Emmrich's quarters creaked open. Then- “Emmrich?” Rook’s voice floated up from below the stairs.

“Hello, dearest!” Emmrich leaned over the top of the stairs, smiling down at her.

“I found a new room, next to the library.”

“Really!”

“Full of weird old stuff. And!! No one else knows about it yet.”

Emmrich came down the stairs in record time.

“Oh, I also remembered that you’d told me how you enjoyed the view of The Fade from your balcony- well, the view from this room is really something. You’ll love it,” She promised.

A short while later, they descended the stairs on the right of the Library and without warning, the wall shifted, revealing a tunnel of light amidst various boxes stacked in the little room.

Rook had, at some point, taken Emmrich’s hand in her own.She looked back at him and smiled, open and unguarded. He returned her smile, squeezing her hand in his.

As they passed through what he assumed was a small, purposeful Fade tear strategically placed by the library, he simultaneously realized two truths: One, he would follow her anywhere. Two, whatever this was between them, it more than a passing fancy or a coupling brought on by proximity and the possible end of the world. How things might work out remained to be seen but Emmrich was committed to seeing it through.

They appeared to now be in a storeroom or office of some sort. The desk and chair indicated as much, anyway. He had intended to poke around, (so many artifacts!) but Rook had other ideas, it seemed. She promised they’d come back to thoroughly look over everything in the room.

She opened the door at the other end of the room and with a glance over her shoulder, beckoned him outside.

The view from the balcony just outside the hidden alcove was quite lovely. Emmrich said as much, but he barely had a chance to get the words out before Rook had grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the alcove.

“Rook, what are you-“ Amused, he let her direct him and found himself standing before her.

“So…I may have had an ulterior motive in bringing you here.” Her hands were toying with the buttons on his waist coat.

“I would have followed you anyway.”

That earned Emmrich a rare blushing smile from Rook. Honest compliments from him always seemed to bring out a coyness in her. It was endearing and if he was honest, more than a little alluring.

She took ahold of his hands, pulling him with her as she backed them into the wall. She placed his hands at her waist and then slid her own up his body until they came to a stop on his chest.

“I just wanted to get you alone, somewhere no one could find us.”

She had looked up at him then with a self-satisfied little smile; she wasn’t sorry at all, and well, neither was he. He knew when he was being seduced and he would let himself enjoy this moment. It had been some time since someone pursued him. He hadn’t realized how much he missed it until now.

Emmrich leaned closer to her, his heartbeat rising as she pressed the length of her body against his. Suddenly he had forgotten all about the artifacts.

“Well, you have me. Now the question is… what will you do with me?”

Reaching up, Rook slid a hand around the back of his neck, sending a thrill through right down his spine.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she briefly nuzzled her nose against his.

“Definitely kiss you.” And she did- a soft, slow press of her lips that lingered just long enough. “I wonder…do you think anyone could hear us from up here?”  

Emmrich felt her smile against his mouth.

“That…is a rather intriguing hypothesis.” He breathed, leaning in for another kiss. 

Rook gently nipped at his lower lip, causing a huff of laughter to escape him.

“Better start experimenting, then.”

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FALLING IN LOVE ACCIDENTALLY (OR NOT) (LHS - 이희승)

SYNOPSIS: babysitting wasn't your dream job that you always wanted. as you start babysitting a new girl, lee jihyeon, you meet her older brother, lee heeseung. You end up getting closer and closer to heeseung and ultimately fall in love amidst the chaos.

pairing: bad boy!heeseung x babysitter!reader

genre: s2l, babysitter au, romance, fluff, angst, medium fic

warning(s): parties, cursing, fighting, mentions death, small grammar errors, crying, some angst scenes, kissing, reader and heeseung has a year age gap

word count: 5k+

AN: guys im back with a medium fic!! lowkey this wasn't really the it vibe as the end i feel like was kind of rushed. so if i made any grammar errors im sorry TT, i finished this writing in like 2-3 days so it was kind of hard so. but liz + hye for helping me think of a climax. i kind of got this idea for a POV on tiktok so help

AGE 21, THE SUPPOSED GOLDEN YEARS OF LIFE, or so they say. But for you, it's far from golden. Being a babysitter at this age isn't exactly glamorous; it's probably one of the last jobs you'd expect to have.

"Yunah, I'm heading out to my new client's place, okay?" you call out before leaving the door.

"Okay, just be safe!" Yunah shouts back from her room down the hallway. You close the door behind you and hurry out as usual, pulling out your notepad to review your schedule for the day:

8:00 am: Wake up 8:30 am: Go grocery shopping with Moka for breakfast 9:30 am: Have breakfast 9:45 am: Prepare for the new kid 10:30 am: Leave the house 10:45 am: Arrive at the client's house 1:00 pm: Leave the client's house

You quietly close your notepad and mentally rehearse what to say as you settle onto the bus. Upon reaching your stop, you make your way to the house.

The house is painted in soft beige and cream, with a porch ceiling resembling a clear blue sky on a sunny day. A wind chime gently sways, welcoming visitors with its melodic tinkling. You ring the doorbell and wait.

A boy around your age answers, with dark red hair and deer-like features. His ear piercings catch your attention as he regards you with an intense stare.

"Hi, I'm here for Jihyeon. Lee Jihyeon," you say, your words stumbling slightly under his gaze. "I'm her babysitter. YN LN."

"Oh, Jihyeon's upstairs," he replies with a shrug, ushering you inside.

Inside, the entrance feels airy and bright, with a faint scent of coffee lingering in the kitchen. Making your way upstairs, you come to a door adorned with pink letters and heart and flower stickers, reading "LEE JIHYEON." You knock, and a small girl, around six years old, opens the door.

"Hi," she says, her eyes wide as she looks up at you. "Are you a princess here to take me to princess school?"

You chuckle softly. "You can think that if you want. I'm YN. Your new friend," you introduce yourself, crouching down to her eye level.

"Are you here to babysit me?" Jihyeon asks as she lets you enter her room.

"More than babysitting, I'll be your new friend," you reassure her with a smile.

"Really?" Jihyeon's eyes light up. "I've wanted a friend for a while, but I don't have any at school." She quickly covers her mouth, realizing what she's said, and closes the door abruptly.

"Jihyeon?" you raise an eyebrow at her sudden change in demeanor.

"Sorry, my brother doesn't know. If he found out, he might cause trouble at my school," Jihyeon explains, pouting as she joins you.

"Your brother?"

"Yeah, Heeseung," Jihyeon beams, kicking her legs as she sits. "I love him a lot."

You smile at her innocence. "How old is your brother?"

"22!" Jihyeon exclaims. "He's like 16 years older than me, but he's a great brother."

"I see. How about we start playing now?" you suggest, earning an enthusiastic nod from Jihyeon as she jumps up to grab her toys.

"YN, COME ON! WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE TO YEJI’S PARTY!" Minju exclaims as she peeks into your room. Her mouth slightly drops as she sees your outfit. "Trying on the new dress you got?"

You nodded, turning to her. "Does it look okay? Not too over-the-top?"

Twirling to inspect yourself in the mirror, the knee-length black velvet dress hugged your figure, adorned with delicate black lace and a soft touch.

"You look stunning," Minju beamed, adding the final touch by placing a diamond necklace around your neck.

"Thanks, Minju," you said, pulling her into a hug.

"Anything for you, YN. Now come on, let's go to the party. Yunah is complaining about how long we're taking," Minju laughs, quickly letting go of the embrace before taking your hand and dragging you to the car.

As you get into the car, the six of you start driving to the party, blasting music and enjoying your life. When you arrive, the club is crazy loud. The noise from the DJ speakers vibrates throughout the room, friend groups dancing in circles, and couples making out in the back. Your shoulders tense as you scan the room. You walk over to the bar to get a quick drink before joining the party.

Feeling awkward and out of place, you shuffle around while holding your drink. You glance around and make eye contact with Moka, who is sitting with a group of people. She signals for you to join them, but you shake your head no and excuse yourself to the bathroom. As you wash your hands and return to the party, you come face to face with the one girl you wished you never saw again: Yoonhee, the girl who bullied you in high school for being "poor."

"Oh look, it's YN LN!" she gives a small fake smile. "Didn't expect to see you at Yeji's party tonight."

"What do you want, Yoonhee," you glare.

"Nothing, I'm just giving you a pleasant greeting. Nothing more," she laughs, triggering flashbacks from when you were 17.

"Then get out of my way, Yoonhee," you spat.

"Woah, no need to get so aggressive," she gives a proud smile. "I heard you were babysitting. How's it like to be poor?"

That was your last straw. You grab the nearest drink and throw it at Yoonhee's white dress. Her eyes widen as she sees the purple punch juice on her dress. Her eyes then narrow as she stares at you.

"Do you know how much this cost? This dress cost $5,270. Now you have to pay for that," she says angrily.

"Fuck off, Yoonhee. You're still the same. No wonder you have no friends," you yell before turning around and running out of the nearest exit.

You burst out into tears, knowing you were sober. You walk yourself to the nearest bus station, sobbing silently as you wipe your tears. Each step gets heavier as your heels start to burn and your bare knees and calves shiver from the cold.

“Hey, are you okay?" a voice asks. It's a voice that sounds so familiar. A voice that you swore you heard before. You look up to meet the same boy back at Jihyeon’s house. The boy with those deer-like features and dark red hair, with the same exact piercings.

"You’re the guy from Jihyeon's house," you try to piece his name together as only in your mind was the incident with Yoonhee and you.

"Heeseung, and you are?" he asks, noticing your teary eyes.

"YN," you reply, wiping your tears.

Heeseung then notices how you're shivering from the cold. He takes off his jacket and drapes his jacket over your shoulders

"Here, you can take this. Do you need a ride or anything? Do you have someone picking you up?" he asks.

"Yunah, Moka, and Minju are still there. They're my friends," you sniffle. "But I was walking myself to the bus station."

“Still there?” He raises his eyebrow. 

“At the party,” you mumbled. 

"If you want, I can take you home," Heeseung suggests.

"How do I know you're not a kidnapper," you tease with a pout.

Heeseung laughs softly. "Do you think I am?"

"Maybe," you reply.

"Trust me, I won't. Plus, what's the worst thing I can do?" Heeseung smiles.

"Weird stuff," you say.

"I won't. Where do you live?" he asks.

"Okay, that's a bit off," you reply teasingly.

"Hey..." Heeseung says in a half-joking, half-serious tone.

"Fine, I'll tell you the direction, you drive the car," you respond.

"Oh, who said it was a car?" Heeseung winks as he walks you over to his motorcycle.

Your eyes widen. "A motorcycle? Also, I need a helmet?"

"Wear mine," he grins, handing you his helmet before helping you hop onto the back. You hold him tightly as he starts his engine.

As you clutch onto his leather jacket, he speeds up, and you squeeze your eyes closed, afraid of falling. When you open them again, you admire the midnight sky, feeling the cold breeze hug you warmly. When you arrive back at the dorm, you wave goodnight to Heeseung before he turns around.

"Can I get your number?" he asks.

"Sure," you grin, inserting your number into Heeseung's phone. You wink and then turn around to walk back into your dorm.

THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN, and Jihyeon's sweet smile welcomes you in. She bounds up with excitement, leading you upstairs to her room.

"Where's your brother, Jihyeon?" you ask, your tone light. You steal a glance at your bag, where Heeseung's neatly folded and laundered jacket rests.

"He's out or something," Jihyeon shrugs, already eager to show off her new toy.

As time flies by, you and Jihyeon play together as usual. She cherishes your time together, and as you help prepare lunch, the two of you chat.

"Jihyeon, are your parents not home?" you inquire, placing the grilled cheese she requested onto a plate.

"They're not here," Jihyeon replies between bites of her sandwich, causing your eyes to widen slightly.

"I see," you murmur softly, tucking a strand of Jihyeon's hair behind her ear as she takes another big bite.

"That's why Heeseung is always out. He's always looking for a babysitter for me because I'm only 6. So, I want you to be my permanent babysitter!" Jihyeon beams, savoring each taste of her grilled cheese.

"I'll always be here for you, Jihyeon," you smile back, admiring her cute expression. "How about after this, we play some fun games?"

"Yes, please!" Jihyeon's face lights up with a huge smile as she takes the last bite of her grilled cheese. You then tidy up with her and quickly take her hand as you step outside to play together.

"DOES THIS LIP TINT LOOK OKAY?" you inquire of Wonhee, who was browsing through the new makeup offerings at the mall. She looks up, observing the tester product on your hand.

"Hmm, maybe a slightly lighter shade," Wonhee suggests before joining you to explore more makeup options. You pick up another lip tint, testing it out before making your purchase and leaving the store.

"YN?" a voice calls out your name. You glance up to see Heeseung waving at you.

"Oh, Heeseung," you respond with a smile. "Didn’t expect to see you here at the mall."

"My friend works at the café on the first floor, so I thought I'd pay a visit," Heeseung explains. "Are you here alone?"

"No, I'm here with—" you begin, but your voice is interrupted by Wonhee rushing over to you.

"YN! I finally decided to buy the new eyeshadow palette!" Wonhee exclaims, then she notices Heeseung. "Oh, do you know him?"

"Heeseung, Jihyeon’s older brother," you introduce, as Heeseung gives a small wave. "He's a year older than me."

"Hi, nice to meet you," Heeseung says, shaking Wonhee's hand.

"I'm Wonhee, YN's best friend or roommate, well, one of her roommates," Wonhee smiles.

"Nice to meet you," Heeseung replies, before turning back to you. "Well, gotta go so have a good time with your friend, pretty girl." Your eyes widen slightly in surprise at his affectionate nickname as he walks off to the first floor, hands in his pockets.

"God, he's definitely into you, YN!" Wonhee giggles, noting your shocked expression.

"Shut up, Wonhee!" you exclaim.

"Just saying!" Wonhee laughs.

A COUPLE OF WEEKS HAD PASSED SINCE YOU FIRST MET HEESEUNG, but it was that one night that really caught your attention. After a long day of babysitting, you decided to take a leisurely stroll around the park before heading back to your dorm.

The night was tranquil, nearly 9 pm, and the crisp air refreshed you as you walked. As you approached your usual alleyway, the sound of punches and kicks pierced the calm. Your heart raced with nervousness as you wondered what was happening. Was it a hallucination, or...?

Turning the corner, you were shocked to see Heeseung amidst a group of boys. Quickly, you ducked behind a wall, watching in disbelief. Why was he in a fight?

Straining to hear their conversation, you caught Heeseung shouting, "You owe me $1,000. I won the bet," just before another punch landed on his face. Your heart sank at the sight of his swollen lips and bruised eye.

"Who cares about the bet? You messed with us, you’re dead," a boy sneered, delivering another blow.

"Leave him alone!" you finally mustered the courage to intervene, emerging from your hiding spot.

The boy mocked, "Oh look, is it your girlfriend, Heeseung? If you’re a stray cat trying to get your boyfriend out of trouble, you're out of luck."

In a burst of anger, you threw your purse at the boy, sending him tumbling to the ground. Another boy's eyes widened in shock as he witnessed the scene.

"What did you say?" you demanded, your eyes narrowing.

As the tension escalated, you kicked the taunting boy hard in the legs, causing him to yelp in pain.

"Want to say that again?" you glared. "Fuck off and find something better to do with your time."

The boy slowly looking a bit scared quickly ran off through the alleyways as his friends tagged along with him. 

“So…” you began tentatively, noticing Heeseung’s bleeding lip.

“Sorry for all of that,” Heeseung apologized sincerely.

“Let's talk later. For now, let's get you patched up,” you replied, swiftly leading him to the nearby convenience store to grab a first aid kit.

"HOW DID YOU EVEN END UP IN THAT FIGHT?" you inquire as the two of you settle in at the park. You pull out a tube of scar gel, uncapping it and listening intently as Heeseung explains.

"Well, I made a bet for $1,000 and won, so I got dragged into the whole brawl," Heeseung shrugs. "It's just the usual."

"Usual?" your eyebrow raises as you first cleanse the scar with an alcohol wipe.

"Ouch, that stings," Heeseung winces as you then pat it dry with a tissue. "Yeah, it's kind of normal for me... ouch."

"Then maybe you shouldn't do it; it's dangerous," you respond, leaning in closer to apply the medicine. Heeseung's heart thumps as he watches you approach. You can feel his breath against your skin, and his cheeks flush as your fingers touch his skin. Why does his stomach feel like it's doing somersaults?

You affix a small bandage as a finishing touch. "There."

"Thanks," Heeseung smiles. "So, where were you?"

"Babysitting for another kid today," you shrug, quickly disposing of the bandage wrapper and tidying up your first aid kit.

"I see," Heeseung replies, helping you clean up. "I can walk you home if you want?"

"I'll walk," you smile.

"I could walk with you part of the way," Heeseung suggests, falling into step beside you. You both gaze at the glimmering stars, admiring them from afar.

"You know," you start, "Jihyeon mentioned something about your parents."

Heeseung's gaze drops as he stares at the ground, his smile fading slightly. He looks at you. "She did?"

You nod, meeting Heeseung's eyes. "If you're comfortable sharing, what happened?"

"Well..." Heeseung pauses, contemplating for a moment before continuing. "My parents died in a car crash. They were returning from a movie, and they never really got to say goodbye to us. I guess my biggest regret was not saying goodbye before they left. I was just being stubborn and angry because they scolded me for getting a bad grade."

You listen attentively. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. It's all in the past now. It happened about five years ago, and I barely remember it," Heeseung shrugs.

"I hope things have gotten better since then," you smile.

"Thanks, YN," he gives you a grateful look.

"Anyway, thanks for walking me. Hopefully, we can talk again later," you wave goodbye before heading towards your apartment building.

"YN, COULE YOU PLEASE JOIN ME FOR A DRESS-UP TEA PARTY?" Jihyeon pleads with a cute pout, coaxing you into her playful scheme.

"Alright, fine…" you reluctantly agree, watching as Jihyeon's face lit up with a wide smile before she hurriedly led you to her room to fetch tiaras and dresses.

"This dress is from Mommy's room, so you can wear it," Jihyeon grin mischievously, confessing how she got it without her brother's knowledge. You examine the dress—a simple white garment with puffy sleeves adorned with intricate lace, reaching knee-length.

After changing in the bathroom, you admire your reflection in the mirror. Surprisingly, the dress fit perfectly, accentuating your features.

Emerging from the bathroom, you found Jihyeon holding two tiaras, dressed in her own fancy pink attire. She hands you a tiara, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she helps you place it on your head.

"Let's go! It's tea party time!" she exclaims, leading you to the dining table where she arranged fake tea cups. Pouring imaginary "tea" into your cup, you play along, enjoying the moment.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes observed from the doorway. "A tea party without me?" a teasing voice remark, revealing Heeseung, in his usual leather jacket and jeans, his smile widening as he saw you. His gaze linger on you appreciatively, taking in the sight of the borrowed dress.

"Heeseung!" Jihyeon exclaims, rushing into his arms.

"How are you, Jihyeon?" Heeseung greets, lifting her up gently.

"Why are you home so early?" Jihyeon inquire.

"Just needed to grab something upstairs," Heeseung replies with a grin. "Could you fetch my phone and wallet, Jihyeon? I need to chat with YN."

"Sure!" Jihyeon agreeing, scampering off to fulfill his request.

"YN…" Heeseung's gaze softened as he admires your appearance in the dress. "You look beautiful."

"I hope it's not inappropriate or disrespectful cause Jihyeon let me borrow it…" you began, but Heeseung quickly reassuring you.

"No, it's fine. You should keep it. It suits you really well," he insisted 

"Are you sure?" you ask hesitantly.

"Absolutely," Heeseung affirm, his smile unwavering. "By the way, are you free next Friday evening? Jihyeon will be with her aunt, and I thought maybe we could grab dinner together."

"Ah, is someone asking me out?" you tease, accepting his invitation with a smile.

Heeseung chuckles. "Guilty as charged. See you next Friday then. Feel free to continue your tea party," he added with a wink as you playfully rolled your eyes. Jihyeon returned with Heeseung's belongings, bidding him farewell as he left the house once more.

"WHY AM I SO NERVOUS…" you whisper to yourself in the bathroom before a ding dong at the door interrupts your thoughts. "I'LL GET IT!" you shout, hastily opening the door to find Heeseung standing there, clad in a white blouse with the first two buttons undone and black pants.

"I hope I’m not too early?" Heeseung grins.

"Perfect timing," you reply with a small smile. "I'LL BE BACK SOON!" you call out to your friends before exiting the house.

Outside, Heeseung's motorcycle awaits, and you sit on it, securing your helmet as he starts the engine. Arriving at the restaurant, he assists you off the bike, taking your hand and leading you inside. As you settle at a table, you quickly peruse the menu and place your order, leaving time for conversation.

"I noticed something unique about Jihyeon," you begin. "Unlike most kids who prioritize toys, she seems more…mature, especially in her care for you."

"Hm?" Heeseung looks intrigued.

"She's genuinely thoughtful and responsible, almost like she was raised exceptionally well," you add, earning a nod from Heeseung.

"You also strike me as a great brother," you compliment, noticing a faint blush on Heeseung's cheeks as he looks away, taking a sip of water to compose himself.

"Thanks," he responds, attempting to maintain his composure.

As the conversation flows, your food arrives, and after enjoying the meal, you take a leisurely stroll, chatting along the way.

"Yunah is more of a 'clumsy older sister' than an organized one," you remark.

"I could gather that from your stories," Heeseung chuckles, then pauses, "Your shoes... they're untied." He bends down to quickly tie your shoelaces, and inexplicably, your heart begins to race. Why the sudden flutter in your stomach?

"T-thanks," you stutter, "H-how about we head back home now? It's getting late, you know?"

"Yeah, sure," Heeseung nods, masking how he was blushing too.

YOU LIE IN YOUR BED, STARING AT THE CEILING, thinking of all the times you've spent with Heeseung. All the times you babysat Jihyeon and he would always stop by and wave at you. All the time he would do small things to make your heart thump loudly. All the rides you took on his motorcycle. The scent of his leather jacket when you first met him after the party. All of that was nearly 4-5 months ago. Now here you are, lying down and thinking about Heeseung all night, memories keeping you up until 4 am.

“Do you think I’m in love?” you ask Iroha.

“I think you are,” Iroha responds with a smile. “You always talk about Heeseung, and he treats you really well.”

You pause and ponder Iroha’s words, contemplating what it truly means to you. Were all those butterflies in your stomach a sign of love? What even is love?You gaze out the window, reflecting for the last time. Now you realize it, Iroha was right. You are truly deeply in love with the one and only Lee Heeseung

“YN, YOU’RE ZONING OUT AGAIN.” Jihyeon pouts as you gaze out the window for the fourth time. 

“Sorry, Jihyeon. Where were we in the play?” you try to give a small smile that hopefully Jihyeon would forgive. 

“We were where the prince confessed to the princess!” Jihyeon exclaims. 

Confess. The word pops up in the brain as you try to gain your focus back, “Right.” You whisper before then zoning out again. God, why was Heeseung taking your whole mind? 

You quickly snap back to reality, “Sorry—so basically the princess confesses to the prince of how much she loves him. How much she makes her get butterflies in her stomach. The way he gives her jacket and talks to her all the time..” You continue on as your mind is only about Heeseung. All the stuff you were saying perfectly described him. 

“You know this kind of sounds like my brother,” Jihyeon says, as she plays with her dolls. 

“Huh?” you look up from talking. 

“Is it?” Jihyeon asks. 

“Uhm..” you hesitate. 

“It is.” Jihyeon replies, reading your expression, “it’s okay cause I have my mouth shut.” She grabs her fingers and pretends to zip her mouth close as you laugh at her cuteness. But she wasn’t wrong, everything you said was about Heeseung. Everything in your mind right now was Heeseung.

YOU AND YUNAH SETTLE INTO A cozy corner at the bustling café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling in the air. Thoughts of Heeseung, the boy who occupies far too much space in your mind, tug at your attention.

"I’m going to the bathroom," you say, forcing a smile as you make your way to the bathroom. Inside the dimly lit space, you take a deep breath, trying to push aside your thoughts. 

But as you stand there, staring at your reflection in the mirror, you can't help but overhear a conversation from the other side of the bathroom.

"Heeseung definitely likes me. Like in Lee Heeseung," a voice boasts confidently. "Remember that one day he kissed me once. He's my type too."

Your heart skips a beat as the words sink in, a wave of shock and betrayal washing over you. Why did you think he likes you? Why did you like him? 

You press a hand to your mouth, trying to stop the sobs that threaten to escape. Tears blur your vision as you struggle to make sense of heartbreak. 

With trembling hands, you splash cold water on your face, trying to compose yourself before facing Yunah again. You can't let her see you like this, can't bear to let her witness the shattered remnants of your heart.

Summoning every ounce of strength you have left, you force yourself to leave the bathroom. Yunah's concerned gaze meets yours, and you offer her a weak smile.

"I'm not feeling well," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I think I should go home."

Yunah's brow furrows with worry, and she reaches out to touch your arm. But you pull away gently, offering her a reassuring smile.

"I'll be okay," you lie, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "I just need some rest."

With a heavy heart, you bid farewell to Yunah and make your escape from the café. Once outside, tears streaming down your cheeks. Sobbing your eyes, you make your way back home with a broken heart. 

"YN, COME ON. HE’S SUCH A JERK" Wonhee consoles you as she wipes away your tears for what feels like the fifth time this week.

"He completely played me," you sob, feeling the weight of betrayal. "I thought there was something between us, but turns out he's just the brother of a kid I babysit. Why did I even like him?"

"YN…" Moka's voice is gentle as she squeezes your hand, "Please don't talk like that. What if there's a misunderstanding?"

"They mentioned 'Lee Heeseung,' it's obviously him," you sniffle, trying to compose yourself.

"Well, why waste your time on someone who doesn't deserve it?" Minju interjects.

"Minju's got a point," Wonhee agrees, "He's not worth your tears. He's just a player."

"But I can't help it, I think I love him," you admit, feeling torn.

"But Heeseung doesn't strike me as the type to play with someone's feelings like that. He's a good guy," Yunah suggests optimistically. "Maybe there's more to the story that you don't know."

"I don't even know anymore," you murmur, wiping your eyes. "All I know is I can't face anyone for the next week. I might even cancel all my plans. I just can't bear to see him right now."

HEESEUNG SAT AT HIS DESK, his mind consumed with worry. It had been a week since you abruptly canceled all your plans, and he hadn't heard from you since. His messages were delivered for nearly a week and according to Iroha, you hadn't left your house in days. 

Lost in his thoughts, he barely registered the sound of his bedroom door creaking open. Jihyeon stood in the doorway, her big brown eyes filled with concern.

"Heeseung, are you okay?" she asked softly, her small voice breaking through his anxious mind.

Heeseung forced a smile, trying to hide his emotion, "I'm fine, Jihyeon. Just a little tired."

Jihyeon frowned, unconvinced by his reassurance. "But you've been pacing around your room all day, and you haven't touched your food," she pointed out, her brow furrowing with worry.

Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He couldn't hide anything from Jihyeon; she always saw right through him.

"I'm just worried about someone," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jihyeon's eyes widened with curiosity. "Is it YN?" she asked, her voice filled with innocence.

Heeseung's heart skipped a beat at the mention of your name, and he nodded slowly. "Yes, it's YN. I haven't heard from her in days, and I'm starting to get really worried."

Jihyeon's expression softened, and she took a tentative step forward, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Don't worry, Heeseung. I'm sure she's okay. Maybe she just needs some time alone."

Heeseung wanted to believe her, but the nagging worry in the back of his mind refused to go away. "Hopefully."

Suddenly, Jihyeon's eyes lit up with excitement, as if she had just remembered something important. "Hey, Heeseung, do you like YN?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Heeseung's heart skipped a beat at the question, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I…uh…what makes you ask that?"

Jihyeon shrugged, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "YN may have told me that you give her butterflies and so many other things"

Heeseung's breath caught in his throat at the revelation, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. You liked him? The realization filled him with a sense of hope he hadn't felt in days.

"I need to go find YN."he said, his voice choking with emotion.

THE NIGHT HUNG HEAVY WITH SILENCE. Tears streamed down your cheeks; the clock ticked, marking the passing of time as you sat alone in your room.

The sudden creak of the window startled you, and you turned to see Heeseung framed against the moonlit sky. His presence sent a jolt of surprise through you. 

"Heeseung?" you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

Heeseung hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words to say. "YN, I…," he started, but his voice faltered as he struggled to find the courage to speak.

"What are you doing here, Heeseung?" you asked, your voice betraying the hurt and confusion.

Heeseung took a step closer, his eyes filled with concern as he noticed the tears staining your cheeks. "YN, what happened? Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice with genuine worry.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at his question,"Why do you care, Heeseung?" you snapped, your voice sharp"After everything that's happened, why do you even bother?"

Heeseung's eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. "What do you mean, YN? What happened?" he asked.

The anger inside you boiled over, and you couldn't hold back the flood of emotions any longer. "You like another girl," you said, your voice trembling with hurt and anger. "You kissed her,"

Heeseung's face looked puzzled, his eyes with confusion"YN, it's not what you think," he started, but you cut him off.

"Don't even bother, Heeseung," you said, your voice filled with resignation. "I know the truth now. I know that everything you did to me was just to play."

Heeseung's heart shattered at your words, "YN, please, let me explain," he pleaded, his voice desperate. You shake your head no.

"YN, listen to me," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of your quiet sobs. "Those are all false. I never kissed anyone. I don’t like anyone but…"

You turned to face him, the tears still streaming down your cheeks as you searched his eyes.

“But  you. I like you, YN," Heeseung confessed, "More than I've ever liked anyone before."

Your eyes widened, “What?”

“I like you YN.” Heeseung confessed, before you could process anything 

For a moment, the world fell away around you as he pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Lips in sync, his hands snaking around your waist. 

But all too soon, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway outside your room, and Heeseung pulled away, his eyes wide with panic. "YN, open the door, I brought tea," Yunah's voice called out. He realized that he was about to be caught, and he turned to you. Without a word, he pressed his lips to yours one last time. 

As you stood there, the echo of his words ringing in your ears. He liked you. Heeseung Lee liked you back. 

THE WARM GLOW OF THE AFTERNOON SUN FILTERED through the curtains, casting a soft light over the cozy living room. You sat beside him on the comfortable couch, next to Heeseung’s side as you watched a movie together.

Jihyeon sat on the floor in front of the TV, completely engrossed in the movie. Every so often, she would glance back at the two of you, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she plotted her next adventure.

Heeseung wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Is the movie good, angel?" he murmured, his voice soft with affection.

You nodded, leaning into his embrace with a contented sigh. "Mhmm, perfect," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

As the movie played on, you found yourself drifting off, the gentle rhythm of Heeseung's heartbeat and the noise of Jihyeon’s laughter. 

When the movie finally came to an end, Jihyeon jumped up from her spot on the floor, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can we play a game now?" she asked, bouncing up and down.

Heeseung chuckled at her enthusiasm, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Of course, Jihyeon," he said, shooting you a playful grin. "What do you want to play?"

Jihyeon's face lit up with delight as she rattled off a list of her favorite games, her energy infectious as she dragged the two of you into her world of make-believe. You and Heeseung played along with her antics, laughing and joking as you chased each other around the room, completely lost in the moment.

And as you watched Heeseung and Jihyeon, their laughter filling the air with joy, you knew that you would do anything to protect this precious moment, to hold onto it for as long as you possibly could. 

[tuliptic]

Start Line: Growing and Transforming

We've been running this far, non-stop, all day yeah   Never getting tired, we keep up this runner's high   You know graduation   Even though it's over, it's not the end   Put on some new shoes   Yeah we're ready at the start line

Things have been difficult for a lot of us, and sometimes, we just want a flicker of hope, or some words of encouragement that can push us to go further. Just… Something, a message, to tell us that the pain we’re going through right now is temporary, and things will be better. 

Close your eyes, meditate on this topic and tell yourself that you’re on a brand new start line, and ask for the messages you’re called to hear. Breathe in and out, make sure your mind and heart is calm. Then, open your eyes to see which pile talks to you the most/draws you in the most. Once you’ve found your pile, scroll down to the respective parts to see what are the messages for you.

Pile 1 - Pile 2

Pile 3 - Pile 4

Disclaimer: This is solely for my entertainment purposes. Take only whatever you feel like it. If it doesn’t resonate, it’s okay to just drop it. Also, I do not consent to my work or images being used by third parties on this platform or other websites as well.

Decks used: Crossing Star Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Linestrider Tarot Deck, Sweet Dreams Oracle Deck, Starcodes Astro Oracle Deck, self-made lyrics deck.

Pile 1

One card to represent you: The Magician rx

The first thought that popped into my mind is that… You’ve probably been told (many times) that you’re a good manifestor, but you have not seen it working out for you, or at least, not at the moment. You’ll need to try an error (or maybe errors) to find what works for you, and what works best for you. It can be rather disheartening to fail, but look for the opportunities in life’s challenges and learn the lessons. You work better by letting your physical body learn rather than your brain to absorb the knowledge. You probably have also noticed your tendency to self-sabotage, but you don’t intend to do anything about it. Perhaps, not at the moment, as you’re not in a right place yet to fix yourself, but you need to remember it and to work on it.

1. Why have things happened?  - Four of Cups

You have been too focused on what you’re feeling and not looking at the outer world, on whatever that’s happening around you or to you. This definitely has something to do with The Magician rx above, where you’re sabotaging yourself and not focusing on the present. It’s giving me very… Neptune rx in Pisces vibes, so some of you who picked this pile may have Pisces placements. It’s like living in the world yet not living at the same time, where you’re floating and drifting, not seeing where you’re at or where you’re going. Life has been throwing you opportunities to learn the lessons, but you’re not learning it. Not to mention that you’re not organising what it is that you’re feeling inside and to do something about it. With all of that happening, some of you may feel you’re at a standstill or some will have their head and heart wrapped up in different bags and not know how to unify them.

2. How to stop your train of thoughts and start again from where you’re standing? - Knight of Pentacles rx

You have to stop dilly-dallying, and pick up the pace if you want to move away from where you’re standing. Sure, ADHD paralysis is difficult to deal with when you’re frozen (I’m referring to myself as well, in case y’all think I’m attacking anyone), but it is already something if you can move yourself away from the way of harm first. My first thought here is to train your body to be able to move on autopilot from time to time, which will help you in countless ways. Sure, you’re still sluggish and unenthusiastic, but let your body move first, exercise, and let your brain rest during those times.  Another way you can attempt to stop those thoughts is to get help. Not only external help from professionals, but more of building healthy interpersonal relationships. True friends will want to help you to be better, and will be willing to spend some time to accompany you to carry out activities that are beneficial for both of you.

3. What to look forward to? - The Magician rx

You’ll be able to tap into your energy. I do think that this is a time for you to work together with your manifestation talent/skill, and for you to decide which direction you want to head. You need to remember that the direction you’re going is not something fixed, so no worries in making a decision. You can change that anytime, or go on a different journey if it doesn’t fit you. The more important thing is to have a welcoming heart, to dream and invite limitless magic into your life, allow your guides to show in unexpected ways. Do not be afraid, go step by step and find out what works for you.  Of course, you can look forward to this if you take action. If you’re not doing anything, do not hope or wish for things to fall directly into your laps.

4. What have you left behind and grown from? - The Tower

You’ve gone through a huge upheaval, you’ve gone through a lot of chaos and traumas in the past. Now, you’re going through another fundamental shift. It may not be as tremendous and messy as it was in the past, but this shift is something more of an energy thing, where you need to learn to be more selective with where and who you want to spend your energy on. This energy encompasses mental, spiritual and physical energy, and you have to remember that you’re also an exhaustible being, where you can’t focus on others forever. Look back, and you’ll see how far you’ve gone from that unhappy place. Remind yourself that you’re able to do it again. Once you’ve grown from it, you’ll also be more free to explore your skills and abilities. You’ve always had a tendency to have a foot in almost everything, and with you now knowing how to distribute your energy and time? You definitely can. You can try focusing on what’s in front of you instead of attempting to explore far, you might find treasures closer to you instead.

5. When will things start getting better? When will you get your justice? - The Chariot

The Chariot talks about action and goal. I don’t think I need to say much on this, as it’s pretty self explanatory. However, remember to hold onto your reins as you move towards wherever it is you’re heading. You need to have a clear goal and a destination, else you’ll run out of energy/fuel, and you may end up in different places. You’ll need a clear and visible goal, and the stages need to be well defined and measurable. You get strength from seeing actual results, and that’s when you gain the confidence to continue moving forward. You will get justice when you’re moving forward. The justice here is internal, as it is more towards countering the self-sabotaging part of you. It’s difficult, but once you wipe the tears and bite on the happiness you’re seeing, you’ll know your purpose in life, and you’ll taste that justice.

6. Advice for you - Five of Pentacles, Nine of Cups rx, Ace of Cups rx

Some of you may be facing financial difficulties or even health problems. It’s best if you work on them now as you prepare for what it is to come. It can be quite disheartening at times when you question and wonder why hard times fall on you more often than others. This may also result in an unhealthy stream of emotions. Emotions itself isn’t a bad thing, the problem would be how you’re managing it. Don’t hold them in and stack them up. Find a safe place to release them, understand those emotions and nurture yourself back. Place your trust in the Universe, believe that whatever that is happening to you right now is part of a greater plan. Twist your thoughts a little, see it as a blessing where you’re finding problems when it’s still salvageable (it’s still painful but hey, we can work on it eventually). Tune into your heart, listen to your wishes, and look at what you have achieved throughout the years. Your wishes of the past are now fulfilled, and you’ve finally built the life you’ve wanted when you were much younger. Well, it may exist in different forms, or you’ve gotten it not according to how you originally planned, but it’s there. Know that you can change your wishes into reality because you have the power. Believe in yourself. Let’s say if you want to recover faster, you can manifest quicker healing. You can. Just make sure that you do not fall into the habit of feeling dejected and dissatisfied quickly. Hold on to a heart of gratitude. It will open up doors for you.

Overall energy: The Tower rx, Six of Pentacles

There’s a mix of energy here. You’re unsatisfied that things have gone out of your control, yet there’s also a sense of relief that you are not responsible over those things going out of control. Despite the difficult times, you still hold generosity in your heart, where you offer what you have (materials, energy, time) to those who need them. In turn, you’ll also be blessed with what you need. Accept help given to you with an open heart and a grateful attitude. The greater plan the Universe has in mind for you may have something to do with people and connection, so that may be an aspect you want to pay attention to. Things or memories from the past can be resurfacing, so stop hiding or running away, and face them. 

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Pile 2

One card to represent you: Death

First thing I’m picking up here is that you’re going through a lot of changes right now, and the next thing is that… You’re being watched over. There's a lot, and I mean A WHOLE LOT of things that are going on right now, and they’re overflowing your plate. I could sense a certain level of panic and dread over everything, but there’s also some form of apathy where you’re tired of everything and anything happening all at once. There’s too much that’s going on to the point you have no idea where or what to focus on, so you’re probably at a standstill where you’re looking at the overflowing plate, doing nothing. I’d say that this is a “freeze” response because you’re at a point where you can’t process anything at the moment, but once your brain starts spinning again, you’ll get things done. You have people watching over you, or your guides are protecting you at this time. Imagine you’re standing still in the middle of the path but no one is hitting you. It’s like that. Your guides are making sure that you have enough time to process whatever that’s happening to you and around you. Once you start moving, they’ll follow behind you and help you out when you ask them, especially when you’re facing any confrontation.

1. Why have things happened? - The Hermit rx

You’ve withdrawn yourself from certain aspects of life (friendship, or work, or a certain class, or even a hobby) with attempts of healing yourself and to give yourself more time. Sure, you’ve got the time, but those times were not spent on yourself, those free times were not helping you, but the other people in your life. In another sense, you were still busy, and you did not get the rest you needed.  There’s a certain level of emptiness that I’m feeling here, and that you’re torn as well, not sure if you want to fill that emptiness or you want to remain it as so because of the comfort of being used to it. Do you trust yourself, with the steps and decisions you’ve been making? BET ON ME by ITZY was playing as I typed this out, and I do feel that there’s a message in this song for you.

2. How to stop your train of thoughts and start again from where you’re standing? - King of Pentacles rx

King of Pentacles is generally the last card of the deck, and what I'm seeing here is that you still have a lot more to go, that things are not final yet, and you have the ability (King) to change things to your favour. I understand that you're currently in a flight or freeze mindset, but you need to work your brain to trick it a little so that it moves, and you can reprogram it a little so that you can move away from the spot you froze. Be kind to yourself and let go of those thoughts that are haunting you, step away from those self-criticism, know that you deserve gentleness. The King is abundant in finances, life experience, but I'd also like to add connections into this list. To be a King, you must have known to pull strings around to make things work, to make sure you win the trust of the people. To achieve that, you need good and skillful people who are willing to listen to your plans and to make them work. Those connections are what will help you throughout your difficult times. Sure, people may have turned you down in the past, but know that they may not be in any position to extend any help back then, and that things may be different now. They will be more capable now. Some… May have a really painful tongue, not filtering their words. But still, they will help, and you'll be surprised with what they're able to offer.

3. What to look forward to? - Ten of Cups rx

This… probably is not gonna sound ideal to a lot of people but… You can look forward to having a fresh start. It's like the cups you have are now poured clean, and you are forced to redo things again, to fill them up again but this time, you get to choose what you fill them up with. Previously, when you were growing up, people around you filled those cups for you, helping you make decisions (that you may not like or agree with), or even tainting them (putting droplets of other things in it), and those form you to who you are today. But, by pouring them clean (a very, very painful process), you are now able to pour and fill your cups with whatever you want and whatever you need. You'll be able to work with your dreams and spirit's energy to reach your highest good as you fiercely protect your cups, your energy, your life. Your life is now yours to write.

4. What have you left behind and grown from? - Three of Wands

It feels like you have left behind a lot of original plans that you have made for yourself in the past as you build yourself anew. There's a lot of internal cleansing done, and you've decided to start everything from scratch again. You'll be able to build things again and fully immerse yourself in a new future you'll create. You've learnt to grow from pain and to see the smaller happiness in life, learning to accept that growth is inevitable. Visualisation is also vital here, where you will need to immerse yourself in whatever you have now as you visualise where you will be standing in the future. You decide your own path, and you have to walk it.

5. When will things start getting better? When will you get your justice? - Ten of Swords rx

Things will start getting better once you pull out all the swords from your back. There's a lot of… Purging. Yeah, purging is a more suitable word to use for your situation. Your situation is like the shelf full of ceramic plates that will crash the moment you open that door. But you still need to open it, you'll need to let all of those fall, and you can clean it, to make space for new items to put in. You now can choose metal plates, or plastic plates to put in, whatever it is that you want. But first, you need to clean the space, only then you'll invite limitless magic into your life and allow your spirit guides to show up in unexpected ways. They are there for you, through a breeze, through a flyer, through a sudden noise to stop you from crossing the road. Once you've made space, that's when you'll get your justice by living your best self.

6. Advice for you - King of Wands rx, Strength rx, Six of Swords rx

There's another King card here, telling me that whatever you're going through right now is not an easy one. It probably will be there a little longer and it is what will help you to build up your upcoming new life, to start everything again. You will need to be at peace with yourself and be kind to yourself first.  Turn your strength and focus inwards, nurture yourself, and do not shy from cutting people out of your life if they drain you too much, even if they are family. You need to understand that you are your own universe, and you are your own priority. If you do not prioritise yourself, no one will. Others do not have that responsibility over you, so let yourself breathe. For now, heal your wounds, use it as your badge of honour, and live your life as how you see fit. Remember, it is you who define who you are, not your past.

Overall energy: Strength, Nine of Wands

There's a lot of strength in you, actually, just that you have not known how to work with it right now, not sure how to turn that strength for yourself. You have been resilient in everything you do, no matter how battered up you are, so let those tension fall from you. Sit down in peace and quiet as you receive the messages from your guides, letting them guide you through this time of difficulty. Trust your feelings, they know you better than yourself. Listen to your emotions, they understand your needs better. Act on them when needed, you will know when the timing is right.

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Pile 3

One Two cards to represent you: The Tower rx, The Chariot rx

I'm… Not exactly that surprised to see two cards falling out. The Tree in this image symbolises the Tree of Life as I was doing the reading, so some of you who picked this pile may be told that you guys are knowledgeable or do possess some extensive knowledge in very specific fields. And with this knowledge comes expectations, which can be seen with two cards falling out for you. With these two cards, what I'm immediately picking on is that… You are in a phase of life that can be quite challenging right now, where things that are beyond your control are happening almost all at once, and you're losing your balance as you continue to run on the uneven paths. You're growing exhausted as you're being chased with expectations and by your own sense of duty. So, please take a break when you need it.

1. Why have things happened? - Three of Pentacles rx

There have been conflicts going on with you and your social circles, may it be disagreements between classmates/colleagues, or getting shunned by them for not going along with them. There’s a slight hint of one being an outcast here. Correlating to the cards representing you, how you became an outcast is also due to what you're going through life right now, requiring you to put a hold onto a lot of other things, including assignments and/or socialisation, etc. Your intuition has been your assistant throughout these times of perils, and it's giving me that you do know how and why you're in a situation that's making you stagnant. Not sure if you are capable of breaking that ice or you're resting at the moment before you take the first step out. Either way, unlike most people, you know where you’re standing at right now, and you do know how to make changes towards a new you if needed.

2. How to stop your train of thoughts and start again from where you’re standing? - Three of Swords

This is probably a weird way to put it, but you need to use your pain as a tool to help you get back to the present. You may be able to perceive pain differently, like… It's to prove that you're still living, that you're still alive, and you still can make changes to the situation you're in. You need to remind yourself that you're beloved, and that the Universe loves you and is throwing hints at you through very… questionable ways. Trust your inner wisdom and intuition, let them guide you to where you're supposed to be. Oddly, I'd say that you have been through something similar before, but you kinda panicked when your previous methods no longer work for this situation. This is the time where you need to find a new method that will help you develop your senses, and for you to be at peace with yourself again. Coping mechanisms, but let it help you with more than just coping.

3. What to look forward to?- The Chariot rx

I'd say that things will slow down, not because the problems are resolved, but because the tires have worn out. Your nightmare and problems have also run out of strength to go after you, which gives you a quick chance to take a small break before you retreat to somewhere safer, where you build a new coping mechanism and possibly plans for the upcoming problems. I'd also say that this is a good time for you to make new connections that will be helpful in the long run. Don't worry about burdening others, as I believe that there will be a chance for you to help them back. Friendships and connections are mutual, where both parties benefit from them.  Not sure if you’re the type who’d welcome new changes. Nevertheless, challenges will be coming your way for you to level up. I’d say that these challenges are coming in a way where you’re capable of managing it. From there, you’ll experience a new sort of rebirth, and you’ll find a new identity that works with you better. 

4. What have you left behind and grown from? - King of Pentacles

I have no idea why but I'm sensing some… Familial relationships and expected duties? Most of you may be working with establishing healthy boundaries with your family, making sure that the roles are properly and fairly distributed. It also feels like… Financial responsibilities aren't yours alone, and the entire family will need to figure out how to contribute and prepare for any emergencies.  You’re now the King, where you have a comfortable relationship with your finances, knowing that it’s yours, your property, and you have every right to access it and to use it without guilt. There may be a chance where your family or extended relatives have guilt-tripped you to sacrifice or contribute to their needs, and you’re unapologetically free from those now. You now learn to trust your intuition more and let your inner wisdom guide you through your way subconsciously. It’s now a part of your life where you don’t really need to sit and listen, as you’re driving on auto-pilot by your subconsciousness.

5. When will things start getting better? When will you get your justice? - The Sun rx

I'd say that things will start getting better at unexpected times, or even at times when you can't see hope. The Sun is unable to shine on all people, it's unable to pierce through thick walls, but it doesn't mean it's not there. The Sun here feels mellow, like it's keeping its warmth and heat in check to not burn the other living beings that it's feeding.  There’s also another message here that is assuring you that good things take time, and that you’ll need to be kind to yourself so that those blessings arrive and you’re ready to receive them wholeheartedly. The entire thing is a journey, and the roads can be bumpy. But still, what matters is the journey and you’re able to reach your final goal in a good condition, so take your time as you tread through those paths. Once you start walking and taking action, luck will fall by your side and accompany you through this journey.

6. Advice for you - Nine of Pentacles rx, Knight of Wands, Knight of Cups

You may be using your time unwisely by focusing on things that do not exactly benefit you. I’m not saying that you can’t, but you need to set your priorities straight and know what is the final goal of your actions. You may start a project that requires you to invest and purchase tools, when you’re rushing a deadline that’s gonna affect your assignment and final’s results. By doing this, you’re in a way, not planning well. Sure, you get your emotional fulfilment, but it also comes at the price of you failing your semester (touchwood). Passion projects can be fun, but you need to plan your time well, plan your resources well, plan your enthusiasm as well. The planning happens behind closed doors. Others will see how well you portray yourself and be drawn to you, but you need to remember the need for continuous effort for you to achieve the best results. The public, or people around you may gather around you because of how well you have a grip over yourself, and once things have calmed down, feel free to let yourself loose a little. People will show up around you, and it’s totally fine for you to enjoy the attention and affection. You just need to remember how much you’ve put in to build yourself, and not let others take you for granted, or to take advantage of your skills or what you have to offer.

Overall energy: Strength, Four of Wands rx

Strength and beauty comes in all forms possible, even through pain and tears. This is something that you’ll be learning to accept through this difficult time. Most of us may understand the beauty and appeal of pain, but not many can accept it. Whatever we’re going through right now makes us learn and accept it, to come to terms with it. Of course, changes come along with it and we will need to learn to adapt to it, to build a “New You” as you face the upcoming challenges. Know that whatever you’re doing right now is a pre-requirement for you to achieve your dreams. You are your own world, and you can change the world as you grace the strong wind standing your way.

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Pile 4

One card to represent you: The Devil

What I’m feeling here is that you tend to have a certain level of control over some things in your life. The control here isn’t exactly pleasant, where it may be imbalanced and there can be some arguments going on. Temptations are heard as well. You know you’re stuck in some loop where you can’t escape, and you have no intention of escaping. The picture for this pile is somehow giving me Sex and The City vibes, where the neon lights (benefits, financial resources, interests) have been the focus of your sight, and this allows you to have a different perspective, or for you to see things differently from your peers.

1. Why have things happened? - Strength rx

You have lost strength, internal strength mainly. You were not surrounded by those who supported you, and your energy was depleted bit by bit as you tried to fit in. You have put yourself in a position where you depend on the actions and feelings of others, and you may have given up on your instinctive responses, not having the self-discipline and control you need. The Lion is your passion, and it’s now your enemy, threatening to destroy whatever stability and name you’ve built. Imagine a woman trying to tame the agitated lion and the two ended up in a fight, while the spectators (wrong group of friends) by the side just watched. 

2. How to stop your train of thoughts and start again from where you’re standing? - Knight of Swords

You’ll need to start taking care of yourself, listen to yourself. You’re a person who prides your intelligence, and you tend to be in your own head a lot. However, you’ve listened to the noises out there that have affected you in a negative way. Not to say that you’re supposed to go back into the state of being in your own headspace, but for you to pay attention to yourself more, to listen to the voices of your heart instead of the external noises. You’ve always been head>heart, and now you’ll need to go head<heart. You may not like how different this… new routine is, but you will also know that it has to be done, as you’ve been seeing messages of this “new path” around. Balancing out the heart voices and head nagging is important, and this is how you shall start.  You also need to remember you yourself, are the source of everything essentially you. You build yourself; you create yourself. You are not built on the words or acceptance of others. You need to remind yourself that you are already doing well, and the expectations of others are not yours to bear.

3. What to look forward to? - Ace of Wands

New beginnings come with changes. Once you’ve chosen a different voice to listen to, you’ll be able to regain energy, bit by bit, to attempt more changes in your life. Opportunities will surely come your way when you accept the positive energy around you, and it’s up to you to seize them and make them work. It’s a time for you to follow your instincts and have courage. Take action when you need them.  That aside, it’s suggested that you return to your roots as you venture through this bright explosion of good energy. Remember the importance of grounding yourself and go back to the basics from time to time. It’s not only to cleanse your heart, but also serves as a reminder of where you came from, and how you need to be in touch with your past and nature.

4. What have you left behind and grown from? - Six of Wands

What I’m seeing here is that you’ve put down the yearn and drive for fame and luxuries, and have redefined success for yourself. You’ve awakened from the past and start to feel more energised, learning to start your days in a better mood as you count your victories. More people are recognizing your achievements as they approach you with interest.  As you compare what you had and what you’re having now (or will be having in the future), you’ll be able to evaluate better and have a clearer idea of the direction you want to take next. You are warned of self-doubt and lack of confidence. You have to believe in your abilities and worth so people can trust you, so that you can trust and confide in yourself.

5. When will things start getting better? When will you get your justice? - Eight of Wands

Eight of Wands is a card that talks about movements. Once you’re moving, once you’re taking action, that’s when you’ll see things turning out different for you. You’ll start to receive things or messages that you’ve been waiting for, and it’s time for you to stop stalling. If you’re interested in someone, you will have to walk towards them and work for it. You’ll be able to attract a loving, happy, fulfilling relationship into your life as you’re no longer the old you. Remember, birds of the same kind flock together, and the same goes with people too. You attract people of your level. You want that person who’s active and charming? Be proactive in approaching them.  Your justice will come in unexpected forms, but most of it would be releasing of past hurt. There will be times where you’ll want to hug yourself to sleep as you were reminded of how things have been difficult. This is one of the healing phases where you slowly let things go. The lighter you are, the better you become. This is also because the karma of those who’ve wronged you will not be tied to you anymore.

6. Advice for you - The Star, King of Cups rx, Nine of Cups

Rebuild yourself. This probably sounds difficult and too… idealised? But this is what you need to do. The Star is there to tell you that there’s a silver lining behind every grey cloud, that you’re not broken beyond repair, and that you’re able to work yourself up to another peak. This card is an extremely gentle card, so take that message and be gentle to yourself as well. You’ll need to practise self-compassion, listen to your inner feelings, cultivate yourself and let yourself grow into your very best self. Love others by first loving yourself, don’t forget about the promises you’ve made to yourself.  Make new and healthy connections as you flourish. If you wish for them, they’ll come into your life. Learn to be content with the gifts you’re having everyday, learn to hold gratitude with what the Earth is offering you. With the amount of Cups here, try getting close to bodies of water (beach, sea, waterfall, etc). Water may be a healing element for you. Alternatively, try doing activities that are related to creativity (crafting, writing, drawing, or something that’s symbolistic) as they can be an outlet of your heart’s wants, which you can understand better from the results of your craft. Remember to stay hydrated too.

Overall energy: Justice, Eight of Swords

Justice is really your theme right now. You’ve been choosing to run away from the obvious, but it’s high time that you wake up, pull down the blinds that have been covering your eyes and to see the truth for who he is. The first action needed for every awakening is to open your eyes and acknowledge whatever that has been going wrong. Only then you’re able to take action towards a better situation. You’ll need to open up your heart and invite new changes in, welcome new beginnings in. The theme of Justice can be difficult and painful, but it’s necessary for you as you transform bit by bit, cutting down the vines that have been tying you down, severing unhealthy ties that have been binding you down (refer to The Devil). Get back your own autonomy, treat yourself right, let justice be served on who deserves them.

[aamputation]

SVSSS AU ... Benevolent System 0.2

related to -> [THIS] Shen Yuan art, just a lil bit i typed up and want to share

EDIT: added more! > [1st] [3rd]

He can’t recall a time where he's ever felt so light before, in his past life or even now. He grins, patting down his new body, flush with health and brimming with energy. If he focuses on his breathing, he can feel his qi and the way it circulates through his meridians, full and robust. It feels wild, and exhilaration takes him over, a laugh bursting forth.

“Hey, System, you sure the prices in the shop weren't glitches? This feels like it's too good to be true for a total of 45 B points…”

《 Answering [Host] … 》

《 This System promises it was not a glitch! 》

《  o(〒﹏〒)o  》

《 This System merely wishes to fulfill its promise to be of use to [Host] in the world of [Proud Immortal Demon Way]!! 》

Shen Yuan snorts; he’s never going to get over the fact that this baby system used kaomojis of all things to express itself. On one hand it's a bit alarming, the difference between the one that attached itself to him versus the original system that yoinked his soul into that extra-planar space to begin with. That system was undoubtedly an asshole and Shen Yuan would have absolutely hated being stuck with such an obnoxious tyrant. Yeah, while this particular system just reeks of didi energy, it sure beats whatever nasty vibes the OG system was putting off. Good fucking riddance!

“So I've still got 55 B-Points left…” he rubs his chin as he hums, staring into the semi-transparent, floating holo-display showing him the System Shop.

《 If this System may offer [Host] a suggestion? 》

“Yeah, sure, didi,” Shen Yuan replies absently, scrolling through some cultivation manuals available for purchase out of his price range, “go ahead.”

The System makes an alarming electronic noise that to his ears, sounds remarkably like a flustered keysmash. 

《 Di-didi!? {ERROR.404: Name not found} This System apologizes to [Host] but it does not understand– 》

“Ah, my bad. You just remind me of what having a baby brother might be like, so didi slipped out. I can just call you System if you would prefer–”

《 … 》

《 {REGISTERING.BS01.NAME:[DIDI]} 》

《 … [Host]  is more than welcome to call this System Didi. 》

《  (/▽＼*)  》

“Okay then, didi. What was your suggestion about the remaining B-Points?”

《 Answering [Host] ... 》

《  This Didi would recommend purchasing world-appropriate styling. [Host] comes from an alternate world, and modesty standards are different. Would [Host] like to view available options within his budget? 》

《  Y  /   N  》

Shen Yuan nods, “I should have thought of that–thanks, didi.” He clicks YES, curious as to what the little system will show him.

His System—Didi, now—vibrates a little, the holo-display sending off little pink sparks that look remarkably cute alongside the blue and purple color scheme. It immediately pulls up the section on xianxia fashion, again all with shockingly low prices. Shen Yuan raises a suspicious eyebrow.

《  (←‿←;)  》

Shaking his head in bemusement, Shen Yuan begins his selections. He already knows exactly what he's going to do once he lands in the PIDW universe—why he basically maxed out his constitution, dexterity, and cultivation potential: it’s all for the monsters! He's finally got the chance to observe up close all the incredible beasts Airplane wrote about as mere stepping stones for Binghe's path to conquest! Knowing his plan to get up close and personal in observing and learning about these super cool monsters, he’s got to be practical.

His clothing choices probably would leave his family horrified with how unassuming and bland they are—utilitarian, easy to move in, and all muted neutral colors. He does splurge and spend a whole 15 B-points on the qiankun belt pouch, but the opening is large enough to fit anything the circumference of his arm, so it should be fine for now! He can always get a bigger bag at a later date. His other splurge is the pair of cool eyeglasses he can’t help buying, even though they’re 10 B-points. His face would feel naked without glasses, he's worn them for so long! Left with 15 B-points after his mostly-frugal fashion choices, Shen Yuan goes to close out of the menu but Didi stops him.

《 [Host] is forgetting that his current hairstyle is inappropriate for the world setting! 》

The holo-display automatically opens up the hairstyle menu options, and Shen Yuan's heart drops.

“Didi, no way! I- There's no way I'm going to be able to manage hair like that!”

《 Answering [Host] … 》 

《 These are expected styles for a [righteous cultivator] within the [xianxia] genre! Closely cropped hair is for criminals and slaves, and [Host] is neither! 》

“No, absolutely not!” Shen Yuan crosses his arms, the leather of his new arm guards creaking slightly with the movement. “Didi, I'm going to be studying monsters, okay? Big, scary, drooling oozing beasts. There’s going to be sludge and slime and probably shit, do you really think I'm going to have time every day to do my hair of all things?”

《 We- Well– 》

“No! The answer, didi, is no! I'm probably going to be a wandering cultivator once I get into the PIDW world, okay? I'm not exactly going to be living in comfort. Where would I even get the resources to take care of stuff like that? Huh?”

《 … 》

《 … [Host] has made his point. This Didi will remove excessively long hairstyles while remaining within style parameters for the world of [Proud Immortal Demon Way]. 》

Smugly, Shen Yuan grins at the holo-display, watching as the hair options dwindle down to a total of five. He immediately picks the shortest of them all, even if a below-chin length bob still feels like it's too long. Didi makes an electronic grating noise that to Shen Yuan's ears sounds somewhat distressed. He pointedly ignores it and idly runs his fingers through his new hairstyle, poking at the simple guan and hair ribbon that came with it. Meh. Good enough.

Alright, he thinks to himself, that leaves me with 10 B-points. There doesn't seem to be anything else in the System Shop that he can afford with the meagre currency he has left, not to mention his suspicion that he ought to keep at least a few points, just in case. He puts his hands on his hips and closes out of the Shop decisively. 

“Well, the only thing I’m missing is a weapon. I can’t afford anything else aside from this simple fan I bought in the Shop, but it’s going to have to do for now.”

《 … this Didi believes it can open the correct pathways to allow [Host] to find his own spiritual weapon within the world of [Proud Immortal Demon Way]. 》

《 Is [Host] amenable to this Didi’s suggestion? 》

《 (*•̀ᴗ•́*) 》

《  Y  /   N  》

Shrugging, Shen Yuan taps the YES on the holo-display. “I guess so. Hey, quick question! Will anyone else be able to see you after you drop me in there? Like, how do I interact with you?”

《 Answering [Host] … 》

《 This Didi is tethered to [Host]'s soul, only [Host] and other potential [Hosts] can see this Didi. Interfacing with this Didi can be done with a thought. 》

“So the holo-display will pop up if I need to interact with you? That seems… kinda awkward. Really breaks the immersion, doesn’t it?”

《 … 》

《 This Didi understands [Host]'s concern! Would [Host] like this Didi to synchronize with the [Plain White Hand Fan] he purchased from the {System.Store}? 》

《  Y  /   N  》

Shen Yuan stares at the YES / NO hovering before him, chewing his lower lip. “So you’d be… living in my fan, basically?”

《 Answering [Host] … 》

《 This Didi will not appear to [Host] while within the world of [Proud Immortal Demon Way] as an interface screen due to [Host]'s desire for deeper immersion. [Host]'s hand fan will serve as medium for all interactions with this Didi during his transmigration experience. Should [Host] wish to interface directly with this Didi, he only needs to say so. Otherwise, all needs can and will be met while this Didi remains within the confines of the [Plain White Hand Fan]{System.Store_PlWhite.Hand-Fan.pkg}. 》

“And will you being part of my fan grant it any special capabilities? Like, maybe… turning it into a cool weapon since I don’t have one?”

《 This Didi can modify the content code of {System.Store_PlWhite.Hand-Fan.pkg}, yes. Would [Host] like this Didi to implement code changes? 》

《  Y  /   N  》

“Yes!”

《 {INITIALIZING … [BS01_DIDI.EXE]{System.Store_PlWhite.Hand-Fan.pkg}  INTEGRATION.DAT} 》

Shen Yuan can’t help the tiny gasp that escapes him as the holo-display he’s started to become used to glitches and flickers out of existence. The simple fan he’d bought from the System Shop is forcibly pulled from the confines of his qiankun pouch and with a flash of absurdly bright light and a loud, electronic crackling noise, collides with the glitchy holo-display and explodes in a shower of sparks. The The fan returns to Shen Yuan’s hand, and he flicks it open on a reflex. There, staring back at him, is a message box plastered across the once-blank white surface. If squints, he can see the rapidly developing hex markings and digital-looking tracks that crawl out across the white silk like vines. He still hears didi’s voice in his mind, the Google Translate voice beginning to grow on him as it tracks its integration progress.

《 «𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…» 》

《  ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 0%   》

《  █▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 8%  》

《  ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 29%  》

《  █████▒▒▒▒▒ 50%  》

《  ███████▒▒▒ 83%  》

《  ██████████ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!  》

《 «𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…» 》

《 {INITIALIZING}[BSF01_DIDI.EXE]INTEGRATION.DAT} 》

Shen Yuan blinks down at the fan in his hands as it vibrates and shivers before fluttering with a spray of pink and purple sparkles. 

《 Greetings, [Host]! 》

《 This Didi has successfully integrated with [Host]'s {System.Store}  purchase. [Host]'s [Plain White Hand Fan]  has evolved into the [Benevolent System Fan] and can boast many new capabilities. This Didi is also eager to serve [Host]  as he journeys through the world of [Proud Immortal Demon Way]! 》

《 o(≧▽≦)o 》

《 (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ 》

《 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 》

[1st] < > [3rd]

shout out to adornedwithlight for the reblog banner

[cheschesterpossum]

Okay okay okay i just found your blog, awesome by the way. And i kind you not i was thinking of an au where humans being born on Unicorn looked like transformers but are pretenders.

I don't know the full lore of you au yet but i like what I'm reading so far, where the pretenders are an uncanny valley to the Cybertronians. A real among us vibe.

If its okay i wanna share my idea (If your not interested you can ignore these part) Unicorn created humans to be a weapon against Cybertronians but he can't create life like Primus so he has to work with what he has. Which is the organic material growing on him, i was thinking from trail and error Unicorn blended metal and meat together until he got a human that looks like a Cybertronian but on the inside their not. The more Cybertronians looking humans would be his version of Primes that would lead his first iteration of humans. The first humans are like worker ants, they don't have a will if their own and just follows commands.

Their able to communicate to each other telepathically. I like to think the humans are able to open their chest like a Cybertronian revealing their fleshy inside, ribs that look like teeth and red squishy organs that pulse drool from the confines of their metal shell. I'm also thinking that being able to open their chest could serve a purpose where they have flesh feelers on the inside, basically tentacles. That can wrap and crush unexpected victims but their not just weapons, they act as feelers and their able to feel things more.

Aa for eating, i was thinking humans can eat vegetables and meat. And that when eating their disguise breaks as the metal mesh if their face breaks open. Lip slitting apart to sharp teeth build to rip and tear biting into their meal. Its probably like seeing a cat yawn for Cybertronians seeing their human friend eat. Since humans were made to fight Cybertronians originally, i was thinking humans are ironically attractive to Cybertronians. A siren if you will. Luring in prey in with beauty until it's too late. While that's my idea of it anyway. Ah sorry these is getting long, i hope you have a good day!

owwwwhhhhhh this is so awesome sauce!!! Your AU is so interesting!

Oh my goodness, lowkey Among Us or That's Not My Neighbor Transformers version?

I can imagine humans being Cybertron's equivalent of fae or doppelganger. Yes, love the horror combination of flesh and metal.

Would the bots start to develop some kind of security to detect humans among them like the medbay scanner in Amongus? Would there be a security bot specialized to sort out humans and cybertronians?

I'd like to add an idea of mine to this. While humans doesn't have a cog, they do have false alt-mode. Basically wheels, windows, ect uses to fool the cybs and blend in but can't transform.

For when humans start becoming friends and allow cybs to touch them. Their platings or protoform is noticeably softer than cyb's. Kinda like soft metal? Or the same texture as cat's paws, human skin in general. As for armor, is more like a protective shell, like a turtle's? Except they don't have nerve cells on their armor like cybs does. So when their armor is dented or scratches, as long as it doesn't reach their internals, they're fine.

Dw i actually really like reading long ask, have a good day to you too anon!!!!!!

[charlenethecattt]

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑂𝑛 𝑀𝑒

Part two

Kwonjiyong&reder

Summary: After Jiyong puts you on stage, he definitely falls for you.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Other notes: I saw that you liked the previous part but I apologize again for being short but I promised that this chapter would be longer so I hope you enjoy it (English is not my native language so sorry if there are any errors)

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Your legs were shaking.

Not just because of the crowd, or the way G-Dragon had looked at you on stage like you were the only one in that stadium —

But because he told you to wait.

And you were.

You were literally standing behind some black curtain with tape on the floor and random wires everywhere, wondering if you were about to throw up or pass out.

Mel, your best friend, had basically freaked out the second you came back from the stage. She hugged you so hard you thought your spine cracked, and screamed in your ear,

“BITCH—what the ACTUAL FUCK was THAT?!”

You were still trying to process. So she did the talking.

“Girl, he sang to you. Like—looked you in the soul and sang. That’s not fanservice. That’s like… dating with extra steps.”

You laughed, barely. “I think I blacked out halfway through.”

Then you both screamed together in silence, like gremlins.

That’s what you loved about Mel—she never judged your freakouts. She joined them.

The guards hadn’t said anything to you except “Wait here.”

And that was fifteen minutes ago.

You were half convinced this was a prank or some weird misunderstanding and at any second they’d kick you out and post it on TikTok with “delusional fan moment” written across your forehead.

Mel nudged you.

“He’s gonna come. I saw the way he looked at you. If he doesn’t show up, I swear on my Spotify Wrapped I will personally find him and fight him in platform heels.”

You smiled. A little.

That’s when a voice said, “You can come through now.”

You and Mel turned your heads so fast it probably counted as a neck workout.

It was one of the crew members—headset, black tee, classic all-business. She pointed toward a hallway lit by neon lights.

“Just you,” she said to you.

Mel’s eyes went wide. “Excuse me—rude?? She needs emotional support, she just got personally serenaded by a K-pop GOD.”

But the woman smiled. “Don’t worry. She won’t be alone.”

You looked at Mel, panicked.

Mel grabbed your shoulders. “Okay. Deep breath. He’s literally just a guy. A hot, insanely famous, ridiculously talented guy who made eye contact with you and might be obsessed with your vibe. But still. A guy.”

You nodded. Sort of.

Then walked.

The hallway felt like something out of a dream—dark walls, echoing footsteps, posters of past concerts, the faint sound of the band still playing far away.

You turned a corner—

And there he was.

G-Dragon.

Leaning against a metal doorway, black hoodie over his stage outfit, black hair slightly messy like he ran his hand through it too many times.

And when he saw you—

His entire face changed.

That lazy, guarded smirk he always had with press? Gone.

Instead, his eyes lit up like you were someone he was genuinely happy to see.

“Y/N,” he said.

He laughed softly. “You came.”

“You told me to,” you said, trying to play it cool, though your heartbeat was throwing a full rave inside your chest.

“That’s true.”

Then he stepped forward.

Closer.

Like, too close to process.

“I’m sorry for the weird mystery vibe,” he said. “I just… couldn’t stop thinking about you. After I saw you in the crowd.”

Your brain short-circuited.

“I—I wasn’t even trying to stand out.”

He tilted his head. “Exactly.”

There was a pause. An insane amount of tension. And then he smiled. Playfully.

“You don’t think I do this with every concert, right? Pick a random girl and make it a whole secret mission?”

You blinked. “Do you?”

He chuckled. “No. You’re the first.”

He glanced at the hallway behind him.

“Come on. The others wanna meet you.”

Y/N Blink in confusion “the other?Wait—like, the others others?”

“Yep. The whole band.”

WHIPLASH.

You were not ready for this. Not even slightly.

But he already started walking, so what could you do?

Your feet followed before your brain could decide.

He led you through a heavy black door.

The hallway turned into a lounge — warm lights, low music, water bottles everywhere. It felt like backstage, but not messy.

It felt real.

Your stomach flipped when you saw them.

T.O.P sat slouched on a leather couch, scrolling through his phone with sunglasses still on.

Daesung was sipping something from a cup labeled “not water :)”

And Taeyang — Taeyang was halfway into doing push-ups, because of course he was. You stood frozen like you accidentally wandered into someone else’s dream.

But jiyong just nudged you gently forward.

“This is Y/N,” he said, voice low and casual. “She’s cool.”

Seunghyun raised one eyebrow. “This the girl you almost fell off stage for?”

You turned crimson.

Daesung leaned forward with a grin. “Ohhh, so this is the girl. We’ve been hearing about you for the last twenty minutes.”

Taeyang stood and offered you a quick, polite bow. “Nice to meet you.”

You bowed too, muttering a small “you too” that sounded like a mouse.

But then—

“Y/N!”

You turned just in time to see Mel barreling into the room.

G-Dragon turned to the crew girl who brought you in. “I said one guest.”

“She refused to leave,” the girl shrugged. “Threatened to cry. Or throw something.”

Mel grinned. “I wasn’t about to let her meet her future husband without me.”

SeungHyun whistled low.

“Bold.”

You mouthed “I’m gonna kill you” to Mel, who mouthed back “worth it.”

G-Dragon chuckled under his breath. “She’s fun.”

You could feel his eyes on you again. That soft focus, like he was watching more than just your face — like he was seeing your energy.

And you hated how warm that made your chest feel.

His hair was different tonight.

Longer, falling just above his jawline in soft black waves that framed his cheekbones.

It wasn’t the platinum you’d seen in interviews — it was black. Natural. Real.

And somehow, that made this whole thing feel even more intimate.

“Wanna step outside for a sec?” he asked you.

Your heart paused.

“Sure,” you whispered.

“If you make her pregnant I’m gonna kill you dragon” Mel scream in the side of the room.

⸻

He led you to a tiny side balcony. Just a few steps and you were outside, in the night air. You could still hear the hum of the crowd in the distance.

He didn’t speak at first. Just stood beside you, elbows resting on the railing, looking out at the skyline.

“You have no idea how weird this is.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

He smiled, but not like before. This smile was… almost sad.

“I don’t do this. Like—ever. I’ve had fans cry, scream, faint. But you just… looked at me like I was a person. Like I wasn’t on a stage or a screen. I don’t remember the last time someone did that.”

You stared at him, heart in your throat.

“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered.

“I’m glad you did”

He turned toward you then. Fully. No stage lights, no backup dancers. Just him, real and too close.

His gaze dropped for a second — to your lips. Then back up.

Your whole body felt like it was vibrating.

“I should probably say something smooth here,” he murmured.

You laughed nervously. “Like what?”

He shrugged. “Something flirty. Mysterious. The usual idol bullshit.”

“But?”

He leaned in — not enough to kiss you, but enough that it made your breath catch.

“But the truth is, I don’t know what this is. I just know that when I saw you… I didn’t wanna let it go.”

You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t say anything.

You just looked at him — and he looked right back.

And somehow, that silence felt louder than any scream from the concert.

After a moment, he leaned away slightly, taking a deep breath. “They’ll probably think you left.”

You nodded. “Mel’s probably already planning our wedding.”

He laughed. “Honestly, I respect that.”

You turned to head back inside, but then—

“Y/N?”

You glanced back.

“Can I see you again?”

Time. Froze.

You blinked. “Like—see me again see me, or…?”

He smirked. “See you again, secretly.”

And that was when you knew.

This wasn’t fanservice.

This wasn’t a random moment.

This was the beginning of something dangerous.

Something real.

And you were already in too deep You said nothing. Just nodded once. A small, nervous, real nod.

And that was enough for him. Back inside, the energy hit you again like a wave.

The guys were still chatting, Mel was comfortably arguing with T.O.P over which era had better fashion, and the room smelled faintly of coffee, hairspray, and something electric.

Daesung noticed you first. “Ohhh, the lovebirds are back.” You gave him a look. “We were just talking.”

Taeyang raised an eyebrow. “On the balcony?”

Mel grinned. “Spicy.”

G-Dragon just smiled faintly and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, like this was all completely normal. Like your heart wasn’t still running marathons in your chest.

You sat beside Mel, pretending to be chill, when in reality your brain was screaming something like: What is my life, what is happening, is this real, do I exist??

She leaned over. “You okay?”

“Nope.”

“On a scale of 1 to holy shit?”

“Holy. Shit.”

Jiyonh phone buzzed. He glanced down, then looked at the group. “We’re heading to the hotel soon. Van leaves in ten.”

You looked up instinctively.

He caught your gaze — and held it.

That silent question again.

Would you come?

He didn’t ask out loud.

But your whole body felt the tension in the air. You didn’t answer yet. You weren’t sure you could.

Mel must’ve felt it too. “We should probably go,” she said casually, standing. “Before I get tackled by security.”

The guys laughed. Even ji.

You both said your goodbyes, polite bows, casual waves — trying so hard to act normal.

But when you passed him — just for a second — his hand brushed yours.

Not enough to be seen.

Just enough to feel.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

That night, you couldn’t sleep.

Mel passed out on your couch one of your earbuds in her ear, random playlists running

But you were just staring at the ceiling, heart still wired.

Your phone buzzed.

[badslimeasmr]

Okay so back when I was deep in the deltarune esp kingkaard mines in ye olden days of 2019 I thought way too hard about like specific anatomy hcs about them. Im thinking about them again for this fic im writing so i will share a few ;

I think king and lancer are like , something like anthro seal things? I’m thinking a harp seal but like, if they stayed white forever. This isnt really based on anything but vibes but if I want an excuse, seals kind of have an upside down heart shaped muzzle

He has huge paws with spade-shaped paw pads and giant bear claws (I had to dig up this old concept drawing)

Also extremely old art but kinda proof of concept of the seal idea. I want to redraw this as there’s a few things I’ve changed in my head and also, I’d like to think my art has improved in six years my god.

Rouxls I have a lot more thoughts about as I used to rp as him and did way too much thinking of how his body works.

I fully subscribe to the headcanon he’s some kinda slime man creature. REALISTICALLy honestly I think canonly his design is meant to resemble ink but I think slime body is more fun to work with :)

I probably push it more into body horror territory than most people do though honestly. I also like the idea he melts under high emotions, but it’s not like, little cute beads of slime on his chin if he’s REALLY stressed etc his entire face starts melting off, has a habit of having to push his features back into place if say, his eye ends up all the way on his chin or something.

Really weirdly slender, he’s very lanky and has a bratz doll waist. He doesn’t have any bones or organs really so he doesn’t, need the bulk ? Its slutch all the way through !! Combined with he doesn’t eat very much, he’s fully skinny enough king could pick him up by his waist/chest with one hand.

He’s not actually that short; he’s over 7ft tall but he just looks . Small compared to king. However his height is mostly leg. Also 7’4 or something and still insists on wearing 3 inch heels :/

The slime boy fantasy is Not as hot as the monster [redacted] has made it out to be he is not pleasant to touch. Very cold, about the consistency of very thick glue. King will not take his gloves off when touching him bc it gets in his FUR !!!

I fully think also his weird body consistency is part of the “he’s hot but so weird” and why he cannot keep a partner despite being a pretty boy trophy wife purse dog .

The shitty Shakespearean is partially to try and mask a lisping speech impediment, it’s a little hard to enunciate around the slime string + I think he has a tooth gap/chipped tooth, PLUS fangs. The fangs are useless and not threatening at all.

Wowie drawings that are actually recent , showing my thoughts.!!!

I also know the heterochromia is just a coloring error but I hold it dear to my heart bc it gives me another chance to make him look weird

[anthracite-writes]

Obey me! Dating Headcanons (SFW)

ft. Non-datables [Mephistopheles, Thirteen, Raphael] - SEPRATE

NOTE: These are just my personal headcanons for the undatables. I haven't met them in OG OM! yet because of low card levels lmao but I have only met them in NB and read the wiki. What I say here is what I think I think would fit them according with the vibes I get from reading about them, so the headcanons are may be very if not extremely OOC - apologies in advance.

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 !!: What it's like dating the Non-datables + love languages.

NOT PROOF READ - APOLOGIES IF THERE’S TYPOS OR SPELLING ERRORS!!!

𝓜𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼

Love Language? Words of Affirmation and Quality Time. [Hints at Physical Touch but it's all part of his fantasy]

He would definitely ban members of the RAD newpaper club from writing on you.

If there was one member that had written about you, that article draft along with all the photos are making a b-line right into the shredder. Especially if it's made-up gossip about you, even more so if it's accusing you of being in a relationship with some random student in the school or something scandalous that he knows you didn't do.

Only he's allowed to write about you, and only him.

Would definitely write about in the highest regards - praising you for your achievements as the human-exchange student.

Takes the best photos of you, even if they're candid photos.

Almost like... he's bragging for you about your achievements and accomplishments you made in RAD.

Meets you in private to avoid having any of the newspaper club members seeing the two of you together - for sure there would be a gossip column in the RAD newspaper on you two of you were ever caught.

He's a child of a extremely wealthy family - definitely hiding his relationship with you from his parents and family as a whole.

In public, he would be so cold to you, questioning why a human like you would be allowed in the Devildom.

Behind closed doors? He would be profusely apologizing to you for what he said to you in front of people, showering you in kisses and compliments about how amazing you are and how much you've changed his life.

His dates are over the top - flexing with wealth [idk, just read he likes bragging and doesn’t like cheap stuff.] . Nothing but the bestest for you.

Takes you out to expensive restaurants, shopping sprees, list goes on - and he's willing to pay for you, it's all to impress you.

Oh, he overheard you at some point when he was eavesdropping on the brothers for some kind of gossip that you favour more simple dates?

"Okay, I can do that - wait. What exactly is simple?"

Does tons of research on simple things you two can do for dates.

For more simple dates, he takes you two go for a horse back ride on one of the horses from his estate's stables on the trails of his family's land.

Organizes picnics or fancy dinners in his family's garden [obviously out of his family's eyes]

If he could, he would show you off SO HARD.

I mean like your his trophy - holding your hand with pride, a hand on your waist and holding you against his side.

He would want everyone to know you were his, kissing you while everyone is watching.

You are what he wants to brag about all the time but alas... must only happen in his daydreams during classes and Newspaper club briefings.

Loves it when you're there with him while he drafts up the next article for the newspaper or sorting through photos.

Gets your opinion on hook-lines for his article titles and has you help him choose the best photos he takes

firm believer he is amazing at photography and takes amazing photos of you two when you're out on dates.

probably has a photo of you two as his homescreen in his D.D.D, lock screen? prob the default one - again, he's trying to hide the fact he's dating you

Let's you in on gossip he's heard on the job and inside scoops on events in the school.

Def. the jealous type - sees some other student hitting on you? Oh, he's digging up as much dirt on that person so fast and blackmailing the person in order to get them to leave you alone.

Calls you 'Darling', 'Precious', and 'Tesoro'

Doesn't mind nicknames you give him, as long as you don't call him that when other people are around.

Fav. places to his you? Neck, hands, and lips.

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

Love Language? Gift Giving.

Girlie is absolutely crafty and definitely not gonna let you know when she's giving you anything.

Creates contraptions and traps just for you that won't do any harm to you.

Most of the traps and contraptions are extremely wholesome, showering you in confetti, flower pestles, maybe a gift or two like a plushie she saw that she knew you'd like.

Dates consists of a lot of cafe and bakery dates.

If you can cook any pastries or sweets and gift that to her, oh she's over the moon for you now.

Make sure you know all of the traps she set out in the Reaper's Cave, both old and new.

She called dibs on your soul, will fight any other reaper who tries to harvest your soul when your time comes.

Has a special place for your candle, keeping it close to where she sleeps probably - just, you candle if very far from all the other candles in the Reaper's Cave.

Probably has a shrine around your candle, images of you and all while surrounding it with gifts and contraptions she made for you when you comeback to the devildom or when she's up in the human world for business.

Probably also laid traps around your candle so no other Reaper can tamper with your life span or anything.

Loves it when you help her with the making of any traps she's making at the moment - most likely lets you name one or two.

Takes the saying 'Till Death Do Us Part' seriously.

Once you're gone, she will never take another lover - she's that devoted to you.

Calls you her 'partner-in-crime'

Fav. place's to kiss? Cheeks, temple, nose, forehead, and lips.

just anywhere on your face is her fav place to smooch ya.

𝓡𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵

Love language? Acts of Service.

Actions speak louder than words - and boy does this angel take this shit seriously.

He's giving me Stong, Serious, and Silent type [so let's go of that.]

Would probably drop by the House of Lamentation, sees your doing dish and just quietly takes you gently, putting you aside and does the dishes for you so you two can spend time together.

Bumps into while your grocery shopping? DW, he's grabbed the list from you and choicing the best of the best things that are on the grocery list, always checking in with you if this is the right product.

Having trouble reading a spell or remembering an incantation? He made you flash cards, little notes on the thing your struggling in, and willing to sit down and go over the spells/incantation that's giving you a hard time.

Pretty much, if you're doing some hard work - he's gonna set you aside and do it himself.

Genuinely hate seeing your struggle but also thinks it cute [he'd never say it out loud].

TBH, kinda see him l just piercing something as simple as a coffee maker not working right with one of his spears because he's worried that you're gonna get frustrated [yes, even if he know you have the patience to work it out]

But he'd definitely give a warning smite to anyone giving you a hard time or not paying attention to you when you're talking with his spear - don't matter if it's a demon, another angel, or another human; no hesitation.

'Y/N is talking to you - pay attention, please.' // 'back off, next time I won't miss.'

Not big on PDA, but doesn't mind it.

Holding hands? yeah, hugs? yeah.

Walking up behind you while you're talking, placing his hands on your hips and resting his chin on top of your head without saying a single word? yeah.

Honestly, see this guy as the type to not say much unless spoken to - not every social you can say.

You also can't really tell how he's feeling due to how straight faced he is.

Don't worry, once again - he speaks through his actions rather than his words.

Gives you multiple small kisses on your forehead or the top of your head as he mumbles how much he loves you and appreciates you being in his life.

Loves reading you poetry or book passages he finds interesting - not necessarily because he thought of you, just because.

Feels bad when he doesn't get to spend enough time with you due to his statue in the Celestial Realm.

Dates are very simple - walks around town, sightseeing, dinner dates, shopping, just basic and simple dates.

Calls you 'my angel', 'little lamb', 'human', and 'dove'

Fav. places to kiss? Forehead, eyelids, lips, and nose. [get it? they're all ANGEL kisses, yes i'm making that joke twice, cry.]

But most definitely the top of your head and forehead - all while he has a gentle hand on the back of your head and would hold you close to him/his chest after he was done planting them smooches on ya.

[oldrainfall]

CW: None, just snippets of fluff plot bunnies, not a fic

Been working on characterization in my brain for the 141, and I’m once again, not normal™️ about it. :]

This is a long one folks. Like, super super long— might want to grab a snack/beverage first sort of long.

Please feel free to ask me to clarify anything, or chime in with your own thoughts/headcannons (HCs).

(I promise I don’t bite :> )

I am always looking to flesh out my understanding of the boys, and love adding little quirks and HCs about them much like a penguin that keeps on collecting rocks.

Love languages are a cheat sheet for me.

When you can pin down roundabouts what sort of affection would be most meaningful for a character, it helps you easily move on from there howabouts they’d act when in a romantic relationship (of course how the relationship between them beforehand matters a lot too in regards to the dynamic, but in the case of multi-shipping, or an x reader or what have you, it’s good to have some basic guidelines for how that character would behave).

In case you want to skip my mildly unhinged breakdown of the boys, here’s how I think they’d show affection, in brief. (Well, that and what ways they’d most appreciate receiving it.)

Starting with my favourite, and therefore the most easy for me to pin down, Soap.

Soap — Physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, and to a much lesser extent, quality time.

Ghost — Acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation (regular and a sort of modified version, I’ll explain later), and receiving gifts.

Price — Quality time, acts of service/receiving gifts, and to a lesser extent physical touch.

Gaz — Words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time, and acts of service.

Each section is broken up by a lil’ header— so feel free to skip around (though I do recommend reading Soap's before Gaz's, and Ghost's before Price's).

(Apologies in advance for any spelling errors. English is my first language, and I am not great at it... Probably didn't help that I literally wrote parts of this with my eyes closed because I was falling asleep while typing on my phone.)

Please enjoy. :>

Preamble/general writing advice/background for this/what-have-you

(Note: You can just scroll down to the next coloured text if you'd like to just jump right into the point of this post)

Okay so— keep in mind when you’re trying to figure out what your blorbos' (OCs, COD characters, self-insert, etc) love languages are, that their backstory, and how they act with other characters is a really good tell for they’d act in a romantic relationship. (Because showing affection to friends/loved ones/what-have-you is still them showing affection and usually transfers over to romantic relationship as well.)

Of course, you can run off of vibes if you want, no shade, I love that you feel so strongly for the characters you can just be like, ‘this applies to you now,’

I just personally like having lil’ guidelines, as it helps me keep my writing more consistent, and can help me better understand characters because to even make them I have to pick apart their brains.

Just keep in mind most people have more than one love language, often having a bit of a mix and match of what they like best. Applying this to your characters too can help make them feel more three dimensional.

(For example, I personally rather like all aspects of the love languages, and am fairly well rounded in that regard, though words of affirmation is a personal favourite, followed closely by gift giving.

Understanding how you yourself give/prefer to receive affection also helps you have a better grasp on how to apply them to your characters/characterizations.)

Now, before I explain my HCs for the boys, please keep in mind that I’m working with my understanding of the characters— which is a bit of a mishmash. I’m working with what I’ve gathered from the reboots when I played them, chunks I’ve bitten out of the wiki, fics I’ve read, and in the case of Soap & Ghost, but especially Ghost, things I’ve ripped from their backstories from the original games/media. (Namely the six comics for Ghost. I’ve only read them the once, so my understanding might be a bit spotty, but it should suffice for this I think.)

✨The Point✨

All of them would love acts of service, even Ghost and Price who would without a doubt huff and puff about someone doing something for their sake, though despite their fussing, they’d spend weeks afterwards thinking about it and doing their best to make it up to them (which could very easily escalate into an endless loop of each party trying to take care of the other).

They’re soldiers incredibly used to taking care of and doing things for themselves, of being strong and carrying everything on their shoulders without relying on anyone else.

Having someone put them first for once — when they’re so used to the mission being first, or putting the team before themself — means more to them then they could probably ever put into words, but damn it if they don’t do their best to give as good as they get. I’ll go more in depth about it for Ghost’s section (as it's applicable to him the most) but just keep in mind that doing something thoughtful for any of the 141 would make them melt (at least a little).

Originally I was going to put this as one long mega post but I ended up writing so much that I feel like it works better in easier to digest sections. So.

Soap's section. — Is here

Ghost's Section. — Is here

Price's Section. — Is here

Gaz's Section. — Is here

Bby's first multi-link post, love that for me.

But also, dear god this got away from me.

This took me forever to do up.

It was just supposed to be a silly little break down.

I started this yesterday morning, and kept working on it instead of doing things i probably should've been doing.

Uhhhh. Hope you enjoyed this anyway though.

... Should I do a follow up nsfw ver?

I'm kinda thinking about it; but I also have like, actual oneshots I could be workin' on too, y'know? Kinda wanna take a lil' break from this and keep on with those, I have a poly!retired!hybrid!141 x hybrid!reader farm life au I've been picking away at, a poly!141 x reader oneshot with Soap in a kilt, and a short (by my standards) fluff Soap x Reader thing

We'll just have to see what I get possessed by next I guess, lmao

Also, feel free to request anything from this to become a full-fledged oneshot, if you'd like

Have a good day/evening/night y'all :>

... Do I have enough content to justify making a masterlist now, or..?

Edit: I did it anyway

✨My Masterlist✨

[piratefishmama]

Finders Givers | Part 5

“So why’d you freak out?” Eddie expected the grilling, the second they left that extravagant building, he expected the grilling. “I mean, they were both super nice, I mean… Robin was… wow, I mean did you see her? I just—” he also kind of expected that, with the way Chrissy had just frozen at her entrance? Yeah. he expected that. “Wowzers y’know? But Steve was really nice too! He’d have probably offered us those jobs Eddie, we need jobs! Just cause rent is frozen doesn’t mean we don’t need jobs, we could save up our wages and use it on like, a holiday or something, we could go to Hawaii an be dumb white people tourists like in Lilo and Sti—”

“Did you not feel the vibes that guy was giving off?” Eddie didn’t usually interrupt her, she could go on a tangent, and the tangents were usually pretty cute so he’d often just let her go on with herself until she ran out of topics, allowing her to feel comfortable to just talk without feeling like she shouldn’t, but this time… he couldn’t hold it in.

“Steve?” She didn’t seem to mind though “yeah, I almost offered to let you two have some alone time, he was giving you serious bedroom eyes—”

“Chrissy no, nope! Not that! No he’s—he’s weird.”

“Weird in a hot way? Cause in my humble opinion he was working that suit. Do you think that tan was natural because oo-wee was it working for him.”

“Well yes, we both have eyes, but also no, dangerous weird, y’know? Something felt wrong about him, Chriss.” He felt like he was drifting in open waters and Steve was a huge leviathan type thing just waiting in the depths beneath him to drag him down away from light, away from life.

“You’re just saying that because he’s the boss of this big multimillion dollar company. Next you’ll be saying he’s capitalism personified or something, rich man buys out the neighbourhood, blah blah I can’t do your infamous table speeches, but listen, Eddie, he’s… he seems nice, maybe he is just nice.”

“And maybe he’s the mafia.”

“Eddie…”

“HE COULD BE! We don’t know that he isn’t.”

“This isn’t a movie, Eddie, c’mon let's just go home, maybe we can call up later about those jobs, yeah? It couldn’t hurt to work at a place you play at. Lenny wouldn’t give us the time of day when we tried applying for jobs there before, maybe we can get one now, it’s like… fate! Maybe Steve and Robin will come in one night and we can wow them with our fancy bartender skills, which we’ll of course learn through extensive trial and error, maybe a training montage, I’ll get my very own uptown girl an you’ll get your own hot rich man who’ll buy you fancy things and pamper you like I know you won’t admit you like but I know you’d eat that shit up.”

“Thought you just said this wasn’t a movie.”

“Some movies are based on real life stories! It could happen! It’s more likely than the mafia, c’mon.” Well… she had a point, they did need jobs, and Steve had… well he’d been nice hadn’t he?

There could be so many ulterior motives to what he was doing but why would it have to negatively affect them? It could just negatively affect some dude called Phil who lived two states over, it didn’t even have to involve them, really. Besides getting them a new job, right?

Right?

“…Fine, but you can send over our resumes, I don’t want anything to do with this! If the handsome rich devil man decides to give us the jobs, and comes into the bar, and I HAPPEN to serve him, and impress him then I will concede that the universe would like me to have a nice thing happen, but I will not go looking for fairytale endings, okay?” He knew better than to get his hopes up.

Steve Harrington had looked at him like he was dinner, he’d done the whole stuck staring stupid bit, and it’d been endearing, cute, surprising considering holy shit Steve was like… way out of his league, but… if the universe wanted it to happen then the universe would make it happen!

Eddie would have no part in the process of it happening! He’d just… indulge a little in the end result.

“Someday, Eddie. Someday I’m going to convince you to go and find good things for yourself, and you’ll see just how easy it is to make yourself happy.”

“Someday perhaps, but today is not that day.”

“Be honest now… what did you think of him?” It wasn’t a common thing, Steve sat in front of Robin’s desk, in the chair opposite her big floor to ceiling windows, with Robin looking pretty menacing in her high backed chair, shadowed, her hands steepled at her chin, thumbs pressed into her own throat in thought, her silence stretched long enough for him to tack on “think from a non-lesbian standpoint.”

“I think he looks like a passel of Opossum in a trench coat. A domesticated raccoon, a wet rat that some cruel individual permed for some reason.”

“Well that’s mean, and definitely not from a non-lesbian standpoint.”

“That’s from a person with eyes standpoint.” Steve rolled his own eyes and slumped backwards in the chair like a petulant teenager, arms crossed over his chest. “He looks like he’d scamper, Steve.”

“What’s wrong with scampering?! It’s cute to scamper!”

“It’s reserved for tiny critters, not fully grown adult men.”

“Men can scamper if they want to, don’t you impose your weird masculine rules on us, Robbie, it’s problematic.”

“I swear to god if I catch you on twitter—” shook her head, hand lifted to cut herself off “Steve… is this guy really worth all the money you’re throwing at this?” It was a lot of money, a lot, and they wouldnt get any of it back.

“I mean… I don’t know, but then I didn’t know if Jane would be worth it, or if she’d get any use out of the bakery I bought for her, I didn’t know if paying Nancy’s debts off would be worth it, I didn’t know if any of you would be worth the effort and money I put in to bring you all in and keep you all healthy and safe, and I still did what I did for all of you, so… why is this guy any different?” So far he’d been a spectacular judge of character. “Plus!!! He comes with a very cute blonde!! I’m sure you noticed the very cute blonde.”

“Aren’t you worried that they might be dating?” It was a very good point, and one he hadn’t actually considered. But then—

“If they are then they are, it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t give them a chance like I gave all of you guys a chance.” Anyone who’d knock the shit out of their manager for their friend or partner was alright by him, it showed a loyalty that laughed in the face of authority, he LIKED when people laughed in the face of authory. Authority figures needed to be laughed at sometimes. And punched other times. Robin’s shoulders slacked, her expression shifting to one of soft amusement. “Yooooou wanted me to say that didn’t you?”

“Maybe a little. Just making sure you’re not thinking entirely with your dick. They’re not dating by the way… she’s not even a little bit his type.” Eddie had been quite open about his own sexuality, on purpose or just as a spur of the moment thing, Robin didn’t know, but it was nice to know Steve’s interest wasn’t entirely a lost cause.

“I was wondering why you dropped my relationship status in there.”

“Mmm… I did notice the very cute blonde… she seemed nice.” Bubbly, cute, like a cheerleader “and only because Chrissy seemed very nice… only because I would very much like to see her again… am I going to agree to go along with this nonsense without further complaint.”

“You cant agree to go along with something without complaint while calling it nonsense.”

“Watch me, Dingus.”

[averytirednerd]

Oh yeah, time for a big rant about Hazbin Hotel!!!

I haven’t really had much of a chance to sit down and write about this since I watched the episodes, so things I say are probably going to reflect what others have said. I’m just writing this to gush about the things I love about some particular songs in HH. 

I didn’t have any big expectations going into the first episode, because I’d mostly heard negative reviews of the show so far. I had heard that the songs, however, were bright spots, so I really looked out for the songs and listened in every time we were graced with one. The characters are truly the best versions of themselves whenever there’s a song going on, even if they aren’t the main focus of the song. It’s amazing to see, especially since my favorite thing about this show is the characters themselves.

My favorites are “Loser, Baby” & “Stayed Gone” and will probably be the main focus of this post because <3333

“Stayed Gone” is sung by Christian Borle (Vox) and Amir Talai (Alastor) and I could not be happier about it. Their voices are amazing here, and my favorite bits of this song are on repeat in my head.

I also love little visuals like the mug Vox has in the talk show format, the scrolling text in the news show format, or Vox’s error message toward the end of their bantering. 

(The scrolling text says: “I’m totally not worried about this guy and neither should you be. I totally wrecked his sh*t last time he tried me.”)

Alastor really gets under Vox’s skin and it makes me kick my feet every time. Their dynamic truly is everything, and I’m so excited we got this song that showcases it perfectly. 

He clearly enjoys it too, what a little jerk.

Speaking of these two, Vox definitely had/has a thing for Al at some point, right? I mean…inviting him to the Vees for a start. Not to mention just the v i b e s. Poor guy though, it’s definitely one-sided.

I love Al’s use of…modern…lingo. Truly a spectacle. That on top of it being a reveal of Al’s rejection to Vox’s offer 💀 I love this man <333

Last thing about this song, promise, but also I love the casual little lore drops and more pieces to the puzzle of the past that we get. Very exciting! Can’t wait to see how everything fits together once we find more pieces.

Okay okay, moving on. “Loser, Baby” is amazing musically as well as visually. 

First things first, I LOVE JAZZ OMG AND IT FITS HUSK’S VIBE AND EVERYTHING SO PERFECTLY???

Keith David’s voice definitely fits Husk in my eyes now, I see it, it works. He’s amazing. Does a fantastic job.

Not to mention Blake Roman’s performance was, of course, incredible as well. 

The big, upbeat, brassy sound in this song is amazing and I’m loving the trumpet in it especially (any fellow trumpet players? no?)

I love everything about this song. The visuals, voices, instrumentals, lyrics, message, all of it!

Husk slowly going from “yeah you kinda suck lmao, but so do I” in order to not make Angel feel like he’s not being genuine, to sneaking in a better message of “we’re not perfect but it’s okay, don’t be so hard on yourself” (and getting Angel to believe/go along with it too!!) is amazing. It’s a perfect example of these characters being the best versions of themselves during musical numbers. 

This song is what solidified Husk as number 2 in my rankings (and I’m sure I’m not the only one). I mean…just look at the way he moves, it’s so silly.

(We’re going to ignore the Videoshop watermarks, okay?)

Overall, I’m loving this show so far despite some obvious issues with pacing n such and an overall rocky start. Especially loving the songs, which I think kinda make the show rn. 

If anyone wants to add anything (because I definitely didn’t cover a whole lot, just surface level stuff because even this took a while to type out) then please feel free to! Also ask me any questions you’ve got for me concerning stuff that has/will happen(ed) in Hazbin Hotel. I love HH discourse!

Thanks to those of you who read all the way through, sorry for such a long post lol <3

[delusional-mishaps]

obsessing over a dust sans in the omega timeline GRRRR

just. hes chill. mostly. sorta elderly neighbour who hates the world vibes. very resigned, snappy, goes to pick up his newspaper from the front stoop in his slippers and boxers and a crusty shirt

he's mostly a hermit, no one knows much about him. he doesn't want to get too close to anyone. he doesn't like the other versions of him, his brother, his friends.

he's got hella survivors guilt, mostly because if his world wasn't destroyed, would they be alive? would there have been a reset, a time, eventually, where he didn't have to kill everyone in a screwed up show of justice? where they could live?

he'll never know, and it bothers him. but he tries to pretend it doesn't.

he's sorta half forced to do therapy because yeah he's actually clinically insane and bro needs to be medicated and it helps a bit ig.

he gets a little better. he Is Not Normal but hes better. somewhat.

i kinda like the idea that he adopts a dog, somewhat an emotional support animal??? or like a straight service dog that helps him with panic attacks GRAAHHH THATS SO CUTE GRRRR RHRGRG RRRGGGGRRR

ok normal again

unlike him LMAOO

anyway yeah he probably eventually comes around to hanging out with some others. he's very picky about who he hangs with but..

hear me out okay

cross and dust as besties ❤️❤️

he prob finds epic annoying tho so he doesnt really hang around him

sorry ik im talking abt cross and epic now but theyre my bfs i love them i cant not mention them 😭🙏 me and epic and cross and also dust ultimate power quadruple or wtv

he def wouldnt like CORE at first cuz like. thats frisk. Trauma. but he'll probably come around to them when he realizes they aren't, y'know, a fucking freak. they're probably the reason he got therapy in the first place 😭

whoever his poor therapist is... needs a raise fr 💔

i dont really think he and killer would be friends. maybe hesitant acquaintances..? idk i just dont think theyd vibe when theyre both reformed crazies (affectionate)

i could see him and dream going either way idk like they could be friends or dust couldn't give a gaf about him

he'd probably think dream is kind of annoying with all his hopefulness and joy and whimsey but he's also a certified hater so (so me coded)

"what's there to be happy about" my guy i PROMISE if you stop your edgelord shtick you can be happy too go frolic through a field

he's got hella one-sided beef with error ofc for destroying his world. he doesn't care if it was "falling apart" or if "his story was finished" maybe he could have found a way to bring everyone back

(no he couldnt but dont tell him that)

anyway yea he likes sitting on his porch with a cup of coffee in the morning and he likes yelling "GET OFF MY LAWN!!" at children and he probably plays poker at the bar like every thursday night and hes really fucking good at it.. suspiciously good

his crankiness captivates me...

walking thru the OT and you bump into this fuckass guy who's emotionally attached to wearing his hood up all the time and you always see him smoking whenever you catch a glimpse of him and sometimes you get to see his cute puppy

love at first sight... (you just wanted to pet his puppy)

guys with dogs get all the huzz trust (god why did i type that im cringing)

ok off topic. epic would def say huzz

"rizzing up the huzz 🤓👆" just take ur pants off bro.

OK SORRY i need to log off. (not going to) back to dust

HIS DOG IS SO CUTEEEEEE RHRGGGR sorry i cant stop thinking of him with a dog. it bowls him over when it senses an oncoming panic attack and just kinda lays on his chest and licks his face and digs in his pocket to pull put the tennis ball he keeps in there to distract him

its not actually like a fully trained service dog im ngl but its good at diverting his attention from the panic so. it works ig. man idk

uhm but yea good luck trying to romance him like i said he's hater and itll take a lot of effort

VERY slow burn

idk why im writing this as a little x reader

maybe because in my nonstop thoughts its all been self insert befriending/romancing this fucking loser

dude needs to work on himself before he can even think of romance. im so serious he'll have absolutely zero desire for a relationship until he's mentally stable enough.

he cant go getting attached to someone, especially a partner, if hes just going to go batshit again (his therapist is trying to convince him that wont happen. hes in a safe world. he isnt in danger. he can RELAX)

itll take YEARSSSSS before he's like actually feeling like a normal monster again. his sins weigh heavily on him, but he knows he cant change the past. he wouldn't be alive if he didsnt do what was necessary.

anyway hes real bad at romance when hes finally ready for that stage

like HORRIBLE

he has no fucking clue what the hell he should do. you'll have to hold his hand every damn step of the way.

hes probably freaky tho idk

he likes cuddling you tho. youre all warm and soft and when you lay on him its like a weighted blanket and very very soothing

his bones ache, a lot. so it feels nice.

run that man a nice warm bath with some nice smelling candles or smth and hell make out with you

man idk im literally jst yappin its 4:20 and jm fighting to keep my eyes open 😭😭 ill prob hate this jn the morning but idrc rn ok !!! desire toctalk about omega tlcdust is stranger thanxthe call of sleep

[rowayneau]

Welcome to Twisted Wonderland Hazbins!! (Hazbin Hotel x Twisted Wonderland)-Part 1

It was right after Crowley allowed Grim and Yuu to stay on campus in exchange for working as janitors when suddenly, an earthquake began. The whole Ramshackle Dorm shook, forcing Grim and Yuu to take shelter under nearby furniture, praying that nothing would collapse on them. They weren't sure if they would make it through, given the state of the dorm - it seemed like a strong breeze could bring it down, let alone an earthquake.

A bright flash of light caught their attention, and when they both opened their eyes, the room looked very different. The sitting room of the dorm had been mixed up with a tacky hotel lobby. The old, dusty Ramshackle Dorm seemed like it had been mashed together with some multi-story hotel, giving off a vibe like Frankenstein had a wild time mixing the two and turned the whole place into a circus freak show.

As Grim and Yuu were still taking in their surroundings, they totally missed the extra folks in the room until two black tentacles swooped in and lifted them off the ground. They realized it was this strange deer beatman who was using his magic to summon the tentacles that had them trapped. They were jostled around until a white lady with rosy cheeks stepped in and told the deer beastman to stop and let them down. The grey woman from the group suddenly pointed a spear at them and asked what was happening and where they were.

The white woman then yelled at the grey one to stop and calm down. She then said to her that they’re just a kid and a cat. Grim starts shouting that he’s not a cat, but a great magician in the making, and he’s not scared of some strange lady waving a pointy stick at them. Yuu tells Grim to shut up and not to make things worse; they really don't want to end up as a human pin cushion.  

The white lady came over and checked on Yuu and Grim, making sure they were okay while also introducing herself and her friends. She mentioned that her name is Charlie Morningstar and that the woman who was making threats was her girlfriend, Vaggie. She also introduced her other friends: Alastor, the deer beastman with black magic tentacles; Angel Dust, a pink fluffy spider beastman; Sir Pentious, a snake beastman; Husk, a quirky cat hybrid beastman with wings; and Niffty, a small one-eyed cyclops creature—they weren’t quite sure what to call that last one.

Then Charlie noticed it, Yuu is a living human child. They just threaten a living human child and not a sinner. Charlie's immediate response is to panic and spiral, all sorts of scenarios in her mind on what would happen if people and Heaven finds out that her Hotel has endangered the life of the living recklessly while she was preaching redemption of souls and to see the error of their ways. Vaggie has to pull Charlie aside to calm her down.

As that was happening, the rest of the Hazbin crew started to notice their new surroundings. The hotel they know so well feels different now. There was some new furniture that wasn't there before, and the usual hotel wallpaper has turned into this crazy mix of different styles from the hotel and dorm. It's like a clash of colors and patterns all thrown together in a bit of a mess. It really clashes both ways, and if an interior decorator saw it, they'd probably just pass out.

That's when Crowley came bursting through the front door, asking what's going on. He was on his way back from the school cafeteria after dropping off Yuu’s meal plan when he suddenly felt a massive surge of magical energy coming from the Ramshackle Dorm. And so, when he went to check on it, the dorm building had somehow turned into this tall multistory structure, with what appeared to be a blimp and a ship sticking out from the side. He then spotted the extra people and asked who they were and what they were doing at Night Raven College. 

Charlie walks up and says, "Hi, I'm Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell!". Crowley mentioned that this isn't the moment for jokes and insisted they come clean, or he would have to call the authorities. Vaggie was all set to give the crow a piece of her mind for being rude to Charlie, but thankfully, Alastor jumped in to help out. Alastor told Crowley that Charlie is being honest and that they really are demons from Hell. He decided to show off some of his voodoo magic, thinking that a little magic trick would really surprise the crow cosplayer and make them believe him.

But Crowley isn’t impressed at all; if anything, it’s just kind of a letdown. He just told Alastor that one of his school staff has magic that's kind of like his but way more practical and useful. Crowley then whipped up a spell of his own and wiped out all of Alastor’s shadow magic in a flash. Everyone's totally stunned—this regular person, rocking a pretty terrible cosplay, just casually brushes off one of the most powerful Overlords in the Pride Ring magic like it's no big deal. Alastor is really not happy with this; Crowley totally made him look weak in front of everyone, especially Charlie.

Once again, Crowley wants to know who they are, what they're up to, and the situation at hand. Charlie then tells Crowley that they’re being honest, and she transforms into her demon form to prove that it’s all real. Surprised, Crowley asked how this was even possible and whether anyone on campus had done some demon summoning ritual. On the Hazbin side, no one knows the answer; one moment, they were going about their business as they normally would, and the next thing they know, they are here in this strange building that looks like something from a collage gone wrong.

That's when Yuu, who had been hanging out in the background, jumps in and suggests that maybe the Hazbins are like them, someone who got isekai'd from another world with no real reason at all. Crowley thinks Yuu made a solid point and asks the Hazbin crew if they've heard of a place called Twisted Wonderland.

They all said no and claimed they were sinners from Hell who ended up there after dying on Earth. Most of them were from this place called America, but there were a few from other countries, like Sir Pentious, who was from Britain. Yuu jumps in and mentions they’re from Earth as well, but they’re from Japan and definitely not dead like those guys. This raises an interesting theory that Yuu and the Hazbin might come from the same world but exist in different realms. Yuu is from the living realm, while the Hazbins come from the realm of the dead. 

Crowley asks Charlie if she knows how to get back to her world, considering she's a Princess and might have the power or knowledge to do it. He also suggests that maybe she should take Yuu along with her. Sadly, she just doesn't have the skills yet, and her magic isn't quite polished enough for her to figure it out. Crowley thought that was pretty disappointing to find out. So, since things have turned out this way, Crowley made the same offer to the Hazbin that he did with Yuu and Grim. They can stay on campus, enjoy food and board, and use the campus facilities in return for working as staff for the school. 

Husk jumped in and pointed out that Crowley hasn't really gone over everything with them yet. He just asked them questions and rambled on about how this is another world, without really giving any context. Crowley, being in charge of this supposed place, really should take responsibility and fill them in on what's happening and where this place actually is.

Crowley suddenly realizes he has some important paperwork to take care of as the school principal and needs to head out right away. He nudged Yuu ahead and said, "This kid here will fill you in on everything and answer all your questions." He then took off, leaving Yuu, a child, and Grim alone with a bunch of strange demon adults. Everyone is looking at Yuu, caught in an awkward silence while they try to come up with how to ask the kid questions without freaking him out.

[ghelullu]

What are your thoughts on V's skull paint? At the moment I am not a fan of the design and I'm secretly hoping that it will have some trial and error like how Terzo's did.

To preface, I do not dislike it because V is the new front-man. I have no beef with new era things. It simply isn't pleasing to my eye.

out-of-lore the Terzo paint wasn't as much - as you probably know!! - trial and error and more "the mask company accidentally delivered the wrong design and a swedish man unhappy"; in-lore it may just have been Terzo being like "okay trying to step into my older brothers footsteps made me look a bit like a chipmunk and doesn't work with my face shape and not-very-strong-jawline", that's true!

To be fair we can't see a whole lot of his actual skull paint given that the mask is hiding the upper half of his face, but it takes some inspiration from the black cheeks and the under-the-chin-black strip terzo did originally in 2015 and again in 2017. Which I think is intentional for the in-lore reasons (referencing a predecessor in Papa III but also Nihil with both the cheeks and nose).

But there's also some practicability reasons behind it: He now has to apply the paint for every concert, so too fancy lines would take longer/cant be fixed as easily if something gets smeared during a show. And it has to be a bit effective at hiding his face shape, which the all black cheeks, jaw and neck do very well, to hold up some of the illusion.

I initially thought it was a little bit too...simple? But I think with the VERY intricate rest of the look, it would've been just too much to have a detailed face paint too. And also a few minutes ago Rolling Stone uploaded a video and I didn't even see some of the face paint details before:

The little spikes on the lips I had seen, but the spikes next to the nose I do like, they flow very well with the mask(s).

I also personally enjoy the Chrome/silver instead of white paint thing, it goes well with the whole metal look.

I understand why it might not vibe with everyone, its rather simple and a lot of black, especially compared to the fancy look Copia put on, but I think it works! And like you said, there will probably some tweaks during the tour!

[brainrot-goes-brrrrrr]

Savannah Squad Presentation Night Headcanons/Drabble [2/3]

it has been forever :'D (everyone say thank you to @moonbiine)

ANYWAYS, here's part 2 :}

Part 1: Taylor & Logan Part 2: Ben & Tyler Part 3: Aiden & Ashlyn [WIP]

Logan's POV

Two hours and twenty-eight minutes. It has been two hours and twenty-eight minutes and we've been stuck at 76% complete for forty minutes. Whoever made Windows deserves to burn and I stand by that, cause what do you mean that they can push an update and force restart my laptop.

"Logan when was the last time you updated this?" "Logan, why are there fifteen updates that need to be downloaded?" "Bro, when was the last time you actually shut down your laptop?" ... "I've been busy, okay--"

So it might be my fault. Partially. I will admit that much, but the laptop's never given me a problem before and it was running fine. It's just old, and has a few odd... kinks? I mean, the left half of the mousepad is jammed to the point where it can't click, and, sure, the screen does go black every now and again, but just hit it a few times it works! It's character, charm even (and I can't be bothered to fix it...)!

It was, honest to God, easier for Aiden to run back to his place and grab his laptop.

"So we agree that Logan is off electronic duty right?" Taylor had asked as Ben was setting up the other computer to the television screen with Aiden helping. It was a unanimous decision. Ben and Aiden are the new tech guys.

"Yeah, that's probably for the better," I had conceded.

Ben Clarke

Ben goes next because he saved the groups sanity by suggesting that Aiden just gets his laptop. Everyone, thank Ben for the night not failing.

To address the obvious, Ben has a text to speech app on his phone, which is connected to a speaker, that he uses to present. I will say that there is a sort of humor in this for two reasons. One, the voice can either be monotoned like a typical text-to-speech program with funny pronunciation errors, or two, it will sound like one of those videos on tiktok where an AI is reading a tumblr post about SuperBats or something and gets progressively more expressive as time goes on. Personally, I want to hear exasperated robot Ben voice explaining to Aiden why "Life is a Highway" on repeat can and will be considered a torture method.

Ben's music taste is GODLY. And he's more of a eclectic listener too so he has experience with a good amount of genres. This man does not bash other genres of music that he doesn't care for, he thinks its rude to the person he's talking to and to the artist.

Aiden is the exception to this rule^^

DESPISES having to subscribe to music platforms. What do you mean that you can't listen to a song on repeat without paying, what do you mean that you will interrupt his carefully crafted playlist with a recommended song that does not fit the vibe. This end up derailing his presentation couple times.

He has a set criteria that he judges on: length, vibes, transitions, and replayability. Good playlists should at minimum be an hour, have similar vibes/sound while still being unique, the transitions between songs shouldn't be jarring, and the playlist shouldn't be painful to listen to after a month.

Taylor and Ashlyn helped him judge everyone's playlists by acting as secondary perspectives. Taylor is more open to everyone's music tastes while Ashlyn scrutinizes them more. They pretty much just took a playlist that everyone listens to regularly, one that they made but listen to it every so often, and their liked songs.

I would also like everyone to remember that the series is set in 2016... they would have songs mostly from the 2000s-2010s with the exceptions of some 90s and 80s songs. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I'm just saying that I looked up 2010s hit songs and I'm filled with nostalgia.

Overall, Ben's criticisms and recommendations are genuinely thoughtful. Especially the recommendations. For each person, after critiquing their playlists, Ben made a slide of genres and artists that each person should check out to expand their tastes.

(I'll probably make a bit about what songs were on their playlist, idk tho)

Group Reaction (how they ranked in comparison to each other)

Personally, Tyler and Logan getting the best ratings because their playlists are very consistent in their vibes and are replayable. I also think that Ben's music taste fits the most with these two for some reason, so they got the most song recs out of everyone.

Ashlyn is third in the ranking. She has one or two that she listens to occasionally, and they're pretty short. They are absolute polar opposites though. One of the playlists is rock, since she canonically likes Paramore (if you don't, get well soon), and the other is classical music for her ballet performances.

Taylor is next. Her playlist isn't bad, its just... a bit everywhere. Like it starts pretty good, but you can tell that somewhere along the lines of creating this playlist she just added songs that she remembered that she likes. It mostly fits the same genre. Ben makes her a more organized playlist after the presentation.

Aiden is dead last. It's not because his music taste is shit. Aiden actually has a pretty good music taste. No. Its because he only listens to his liked songs on repeat like a monster. It is musical whiplash. You go from a movie theme song, to crying, to listening to white girl club music, to rock, to crying again, and then for some reason the Home Depot jingle???? The only playlists that he makes are for jokes really. Do you know the John Mulaney bit where he plays "What's New Pussycat?" 27 times. Yeah, that's Aiden.

Tyler Hernandez

Tyler's next, and, I'm letting you know now that he sprayed the fuck out of Aiden for interrupting. Yeah, Ash pulled them a part.

Motherfucker is so pleased with himself, like its honestly so funny. Aiden had him by the collar and Tyler was just fucking smiling. Taylor does throw her slipper at him for being rude, but he could honestly care less.

The slideshow itself is the most soulless thing ever made, man used the Blank Google Slides template and called it a day. Like one stock image on each slide, and its so pixelated. He probably did it like an hour ago. That's why his presentation is funny because he's just jabbing at Aiden over and over with a basic slideshow that you'd see someone pull out in a Spanish 1-2 class.

You know what? He probably had another presentation about what piercing he think would suit the group best, and just did this one out of spite cause Aiden was being loud. I take back my previous statement about him doing it an hour before getting to Logan's place, he did this on his PHONE WHEN THE LAPTOP WAS UPDATING!!!! Like Logan was taking a walk, Ben was trying to fix the computer, the girls went to make sandwiches, Aiden was running errands, and Tyler made this in an hour.

His presentation is based off a tier system where it gets more effective with each method. Methods 1-3 are pretty basic where its just stuff like duct taping his mouth shut, 4 and onwards just gets funny

I'll be completely honest, each way he put is wild, and it gets progressively more deranged as the presentation goes on. These one's my favorite

"Number 9: Dying You know, I thought this would be the best way, but the bastard got crushed by a ceiling and walked it off. I want you to try and convince me that Aiden wouldn't crawl out of hell just to ruin my day. " "Number 10: Put him in a room alone with Ashlyn's mom and dad *insert a picture of Aiden sitting not so comfortably in between Ashlyn's parents* I don't even think I need to say anything else, I mean, I will, but like... look at him"

This is honestly the shortest presentation of the night but so far it's the most chaotic (he will quickly lose this title).

Tyler went through two spray bottles, mainly for Aiden, but he did spray Taylor once or twice. She threw a shoe at him. It's only fair.

Groups Reaction

Aiden is standing to the side with a towel around himself because Logan said his grandparents would kill them for ruining their couch. He's not exactly pissed but he is kind of sulking. Honestly this just makes his presentation so much better for him.

You know how Tyler asked for suggestions in the beginning, Ben and Ashlyn give him genuine ideas. Mainly Ben, just out of good humor you know. And Tyler's taking notes.

Taylor is giggling, but she does feel a bit bad for Aiden. At some point she gives him a consolation sandwich to raise his spirits.

Logan, however, doesn't and he's just quietly enjoying the scene that's unfolding around him.

The end of these two presentations are by far more chaotic than the first two, and it feels like its only going to get worse from here(/pos). Because right now Aiden is fighting with Tyler, getting him soaked too, Taylor is filming them while Logan provides commentary, and Ashlyn is standing with Ben setting up the next powerpoint.

While it was initially decided that Aiden would go last, Ashlyn suggested that she and him switch. Mainly so that he can drip dry while presenting, and sit down when he's done.

Aiden is following a presentation that was just jabbing at him, how do you think his is going to end up now?

[candied-peach]

ao3: "i'll perfect it 'til my heart explodes" rating: T genre: fluff, birthday fluff warnings: prinxiety, birthdays, makeup troubles, kissing prompt: roman's birthday description: Roman's having makeup troubles on his birthday. Virgil's happy to help him out. (for @prinxietyweek , lyrics from lifehouse "hanging by a moment")

I'm falling even more in love with you Letting go of all I've held on to I'm standing here until you make me move I'm hanging by a moment here with you

Roman huffs a frustrated breath, peering at himself in the ornate, gold-framed mirror that stands on his desk. He should be doing this in the bathroom. Maybe that's the problem. He glances at the lights in his room. Why is his eye shadow not coming together the way he wants to? It's his birthday, he has to look fabulous-

Well, not really. It's not like anyone else actually cares. Logan puts as much effort into his appearance as a notebook. Patton thinks cheek stickers are the height of fashion. Remus would just as soon show up in the buff, or covered in obnoxiously colored slime. Thomas himself wears the same flower-patterned shirts over and over and prays no one will catch on. The only people who really care about fashion, at least in some sense, are Janus and Virgil, even if Virgil's tastes are nothing like Roman's own.

A soft smile steals across Roman's mouth as he thinks about his boyfriend. The makeup brush falls, careless, to the desk top. Virgil's a new development. They bonded after the wedding fiasco, before the dust had settled. It had taken months, months of talking until the sun rose, of watching movies and picking apart the missteps in plot or errors in production. Virgil made Roman a mix tape of emo songs, and Roman created a similar vibe with songs from Broadway and West End. Virgil confessed, in a low mumble, at the end of one of their little outings in the Imagination, under the stars. It was one of the happiest days of Roman's life.

So his birthday's not really the most special occasion, but he would still like to put in some effort. He's even wearing a skirt, a new one that's floaty around his knees. Roman picks up the makeup brush, stares at the red still staining the bristles, and sighs.

Maybe he does need a change of scenery.

He throws everything back into his makeup case, zipping it up tightly, but instead of retreating to the connected bathroom, he finds himself leaving his room, slipping down the hallway toward Virgil's room. His boyfriend might still be asleep, now that Roman thinks about it (it's not even breakfast time yet), but he knocks on the door anyway. A sleepy "come in" lets him turn the knob.

"Ro," Virgil greets him, with a yawn. He's still in bed, but he's sitting up, and his phone is resting on the blankets. So Roman probably hasn't actually woken him. "What's up?"

"I'm, er..." Roman trails off. His face is red, and it's not the makeup. "Could you help me?" He asks, in a rush. "I saw this really cute red and gold-themed makeup look online, fit for royalty, but-" He makes a deprecating face. "Apparently my makeup skills have not risen above peasant."

"I don't know if mine have, either," Virgil jokes, pushing the covers aside and clambering out of bed. His face is soft, though, eyes brilliant green and purple, and Roman feels his shoulders relax at once. "I can try," Virgil promises, raising up on tiptoe and planting a kiss on Roman's cheek. Roman turns his head and captures Virgil's mouth with his own. Virgil's lips are soft and they vaguely taste of pomegranate, the flavor of his lip balm.

"Roman, I must have morning breath-" Virgil breathlessly protests. Roman beams at him, giving him another lingering peck on the lips.

"My storm cloud could never," Roman vows. Virgil snorts, and the sound makes Roman's smile brighter.

"Okay, good, you have your makeup," Virgil says, seeing the bag in Roman's hand. "To my bathroom."

The bathroom is crowded with the two of them, but Roman doesn't mind standing so close to the love of his life. He pulls up the makeup look on his phone (somehow also crammed in with his makeup on autopilot), showing the screen to Virgil.

"Oof, that's complicated," Virgil says, with an explosive outburst of breath. He glances up at Roman, worry darkening his eyes. "You still sure you want me to help? I mean, I look more like a Halloween reject every day, this is fancy-"

"I have no doubt that you will do a fantastic job, assisting me, and that I will love the results," Roman declares, enjoying the flush of red that ripples across Virgil's cheeks.

"Right," Virgil says, clearly flustered. "Uh, sit down on the toilet seat or something, would you, you're taller than me."

Virgil ends up mostly doing it himself, because Roman can't see himself anymore, but Roman can't bring himself to mind not contributing at all. How can he, when Virgil is so close to him, close enough to feel Virgil's breath against his skin, to hear the little hums of thought as Virgil ponders his next move, the huffs of frustration when he has to get a damp q tip and fix something. Virgil is almost painfully gentle with him, hands slightly shaky but so delicate against Roman's face, it nearly brings tears to his eyes. It would, he thinks, if he didn't know that Virgil would misconstrue it.

"There," Virgil declares, several minutes later. "It's not perfect at all, but uh, I tried? It kind of looks like the picture?" He steps back to let Roman stand up. Roman peers in the mirror, the red and gold dancing across his skin making a smile bloom. There are a few smudges and wonky lines (Virgil didn't lie), but Roman loves it all the more for the little imperfections, the proof that Virgil is the one who painted his face with elegance. 

"I love it, storm cloud," Roman says, voice thick with sincerity. "It is absolutely beautiful. You did a wonderful job. I have no complaints."

"Are you sure?" Virgil asks, fidgeting with the last makeup brush he used. "I mean, I know I didn't do the fake gold freckles right, and the eyeliner is-"

"The eyeliner is stunning," Roman interrupts him. "It's gorgeous. Perfect for my birthday. Thank you." Mindful of the red staining his lips, he still kisses Virgil on the mouth, leaving behind a faint red smudge. 

"You're too sweet to me, Princey," Virgil grumbles. He is smiling as he says it.

"Will my beloved do me the great honor of accompanying me to breakfast?" Roman asks. Virgil looks down at his pajamas, then back up at Roman.

"Can I get dressed first?" He asks, and Roman laughs.

"You may," Roman says, with a little flourish toward the bathroom door. Virgil giggles and darts away toward his closet. Minutes later, he returns, dressed in his hoodie, a black shirt underneath, and the purple plaid skirt from the skirts videos.

"Oh," Roman says, a little surprised. "You look fantastic, my love." 

"I had to dress up for my boyfriend's birthday," Virgil says, with a crooked smile. He bites his bottom lip a second later. "It looks okay?"

"You look gorgeous," Roman assures him. Virgil's eyes soften as he slips his hand into Roman's.

"Happy birthday, Ro," he murmurs. "I love you."