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darkdevasofdestruction · 2 years

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Killers reacting to their S/O getting used as a shield against his attacks ( part 1 )

Okay, not that’s a long-ass title, but hear me out-

I’ve been reading a lot of new HCs of DBD killers and how they’d react in different situations when their S/O gets betrayed in certain ways by other survivors.

I don’t think I’ve seen this idea before, but if anyone else wrote about this, I hope it’s not similar or anything, sorzzz xxx

Killers: The Trapper, The Oni, The Spirit, The Executioner ( part 1 )

The Shape, Ghostface, The Trickster, The Legion ( Susie ) ( part 2 )

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THE TRAPPER - EVAN MACMILLAN

I can see Evan being a real gentleman and sorta sweet and shy, prior to his the whole killer thing, prior to his mother dying and all that.

I can totally see him trying to be the perfect man, a man that his mum would be proud of, and the complete opposite of his father.

That’s why, with his S/O, he was always protective, to the point of brutally beating up anyone who dared even look at you the wrong way, let alone touch you in inappropriate ways or something of the sort.

He is strong, he is handsome, he is sweet, and he also loves sketching you, because truly, you are one of the only people who he could trust with this passion of his, and especially not to leak the info to his horrible dad.

Evan truly loved you so much, and he was so vulnerable and happy around you, and his mum especially was so happy seeing her child going through such a beautiful period of his life...!

Until...

Until he found you in a very Ophelia-esque position in the river.

People said you drowned, but Evan knew better, if not for the fact that he promised to propose to you very soon, and he just needed more money to buy you the most beautiful ring there is ( And replace the one he made out of flowers ), but for the fact that your neck was bruised and had the imprints of hands.

It didn’t take long for him to realise who the perpetrator was, but since then, and along with his mother’s death, Evan’s heart disappeared completely, and darkness took over him completely.

And then, he was transported into the Entity’s realm, where he tried, and tried, and tried his best not to kill anyone, not wanting to disappoint you or his mum, nor wanting to be controlled again, the same way he was controlled by his father...

Alas, there was only so much torture and agony one could take.

But you were there.

Evan wasn’t sure if he should see your presence in Hell as a blessing or a cruse.

You were an angel, and now he could finally take you in his arms again, and try to protect you with all his powers...

But at the same time, he was well aware that there was no way of completely protecting you from harm coming your way, and that thought alone shattered him even more.

Your smile though... Your smile... So kind, and sweet and loving... It always made him forget any worry or darkness that tainted his mind and heart.

And you even had a sketching book and pencils with you, how amazing!!

Despite not talking much, The Trapper made sure to negotiate with all the killers to at least not hook you, not wanting your soul to be taken by that wretched Entity, and when you and him were in the same trial, he was the happiest he could be, knowing you could finally take a break as he’d never even raise his hand at you, let alone harm you.

Although, you still had to do your job as a survivor, otherwise it would piss the Entity off big time, and neither of you wanted to end up as the tortured Romeo and Juliet.

This time, however, he put around those bear traps as he always does, and he ended up chasing you and Meg, and for some reason, both of you were running very close to each other... In the same direction...Not even bothering to break apart... But Evan felt strange, as if that Meg was purposely keeping so dangerously close to you, for some illicit reason.

Before he knew it, that Meg grabbed a hold of you, and with a small squeak from you, not having expected that, you found your self being harshly thrown to the side, stepping right into one of his bear traps.

The poor man could only look as you unceremoniously, and rather painfully, fell to the ground, wailing in pain, trembling and whimpering there like the little cry baby that he remembers you always being.

When you were little, every time you got a bruise or a scraped knee, you’d cry to him, and he’d bandage you up, kiss your forehead and pick you up, carrying you around everywhere.

Albeit, not to the same proportions, this was hellish, yet he couldn’t help but reminisce in the past and he immediately dropped to his knees and ripped away the trap from your leg and treat it... Although, bandages and some marigold ointment alone wouldn’t quite alleviate the pain you were feeling, you both knew, by the end of the trial, you’d be healed and good as you.

Until then, though, you must bear through the agonizing pain.

He wasn’t sure who was hurt worse, you, with his trap, or him, that he was the reason you got hurt. He hated it.

But he hated Meg more than anything.

“It... It’s hurts so much, Ev... It hurts...” God, he hated seeing you cry so much, and he felt so powerless, unable to do anything but hug you tightly and kiss your forehead, the same as he did when you were kids.

He noticed how you still wore the white clover ring he made for you, and he smile lightly as he picked you up bridal style and looked around for the hatch, letting you rest there.

He was obviously going to avenge you.

And avenge you he did, not only now, but in all trials from then on, he will be holding a life long grudge on Meg and on anyone who’d betray you like that.

They won’t get the luck of being taken by the entity.

No, honey, no.

They will meet their end torturously by lots of bear traps and his weapon... And many, many punches.

When he was done killing all three survivors, he went by your side, kissed you and helped you down the hatch.

As you got back to the camp, he was incredibly attentive and made sure to keep that protective aura and intimidate those other survivors into not being stupid again, while also being careful with you and making sure your leg is better and that you’re not crying anymore.

His cute little cry baby.

(( If anyone wants, I can totally make a proper one shot out of this~ ))

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THE ONI - YAMAOKA KAZAN

Kazan is a samurai, and we all know samurai are strong ( him, even more ) and that they protect the weak.

You better believe Kazan would use every ounce of strength he has to protect his cute little wifey, so small, so frail, like a dancing cherry blossom flower in the wind.

Women aren’t supposed to fight. Their hands are delicate and should only be used to play instruments, paint or embroider.

Or, well, in his case, to caress his face and calm him down when the rage gets the better of him.

Somehow, you always managed to calm him down, no matter how horribly wrathful he was feeling.

Well, that is until he found you dead, killed by his very many enemies.

What did you do to deserve such a cruel fate? Was it because you were married to him? A fate that it wasn’t yours by choice, but you made the best out of it anyway.

You somehow managed to find love in the most unexpected of places, and he was grateful for you being such a lovely butterfly.

He vowed to always protect you, when he married you, after all, that’s what a good husband does.

Yet, he failed. The same way he failed to protect the Yamaoka name, or the samurai legacy.

Damn it.

When he finds you in a trial, looking disorientated, kimono slightly disheveled and dirty in places, all other survivors in the trial running around aimlessly while you resembled a confused meerkat with the wet eyes of a baby fawn looking for its mummy, he wanted nothing more but to drop all his weapons and fall to his knees in front of you, hugging you tightly and never letting you go, apologising for being such a failure or a man, a husband and a samurai.

However, before he could do just that, a blue haired survivor grabbed your delicate wrist and dragged you to the nearest generator, where she yelled at you to start doing it.

But poor darling, you never operated such complicated machinery, or better said, you never ever seen anything such technologically complex as this, so how were you supposed to know what to do, without proper instructions?

The sweet yelp escaped from your mouth as you fell backwards in shock, the gen exploding in your face, and you almost felt like running away and crying out for your husband to protect you from this dark magic.

The girl with unnatural hair colour, once again, yelled at you, only to shriek and drag you away once again, saying that the monster is after them.

The rage Kazan felt wasn’t addressed to anything in particular except the fact that the blue haired bitch was touching his wife without her consent, yelling at her so rudely and driving her away from him.

Fearlessly, he raised up his bludgeon and dashed towards the two women - The bluenette screamed in fear and anticipation as the killer swung down the club like a golf player, only to see, to his horror, the woman of his heart flew to the ground with a tragic couch and gasp of shock and pain.

Once again, he felt rooted to the spot - Should he completely fuck up this survivor, along with the others, making them into mush, or should he drop everything and attend to you?!

Tough decision.

Kazan had to let out his anger somehow, so he made the survivor into porridge before ran and fell to his knees by your side, his hands reaching out to you, before stopping, as if electrified, out of fear.

The twisted look of pain, the way your lips and chin were dripping with blood, all because of him... And that now very much dead bitch... Urgh, he hated this, it was as if he had to watch you die again.

“Kazan...? Is that you...?” you managed to cough out painfully.

Instead of an answer, you were met with him helping you into a sitting position, wiping the blood from your face and embracing you to his chest and stroking your hair soothingly.

“Why are people so mean to us, Kazan...? What did we do wrong to be treated so cruelly?” oh, my sweet darling, my little flower, if only you knew it was entirely his fault you had to suffer like this...All because of his anger issues and his unshakable bushido code...

“She paid for it, Y/N. And so will anyone else who dares harm you.” was his only reply as he picked you up and explained to you everything about the trial and how to survive, and by the end, you are gracefully sat on the hatch, his strong hands cupping your face, as a means to give you his strength and courage. “I will protect you, my beloved.”

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THE SPIRIT - YAMAOKA RIN

You were the sweetest and only person who tried to understand Rin, and she truly appreciated that.

Not only were you the only one to encourage her with her kendo practice, but you also helped her studying and stood up for her against those nasty bullies.

You always cheered on her, stood by her side, went to all her practices, helped her with everything she wanted or needed, and more, you did her hair and make up and would go together to festivals in all the prettiest kimonos there were, often times buying her the cutest hair accessories there were.

But that unfortunately meant you were also there to be bullied and humiliated as well... You didn’t seem to care as much though?

Until the two of you got attacked by a bunch of boys, and you could only rely on her amazing shinai skills.

Countless of moments of hesitation of fright seemed to freeze Rin to the ground, allowing you to be the only one to fight against the abuse of the boys, getting pushed around, having garbage thrown at you, being called countless names...

And then they started beating you up.

That was enough.

Rin felt a rage she’s never felt before in her life, she felt the dragon inside of her awakening, she felt wrath, power, strength, dominance and a thirst for finally showing she wasn’t one to be played around with, nor was she going to let the person she cared for the most get bullied because of her.

She took out her shinai and let the Yamaoka samurai blood take over her senses - It was the most natural thing in the world, she realised, and finally, she wasn’t Janitor-Yamaoka anymore, but a force to be reckoned with, the same as her ancestors, Renjiro and Kazan.

She was finally proud of being a Yamaoka.

“Rin, you were amazing! You go, girl, you totally showed them who’s the real Queen here!” you jump-hugged the girl who could only look at you with wide eyes and a shy blush on her face, unable to comprehend what just happened...

Or the fact that he had such a huge crush on a girl and that her father was going to go insane if her ever found out.

“O-Oh, u-uhm...Th-...Thanks... Y/N... Are you alright? I’m sorry it took so long for me to act. I just... I guess I was... Afraid. But now I know better. I won’t let those jerks make fun of either of us anymore. I promise.” her promise was solemn, and a bit too serious, which only made you chuckle lightly and stick out your pinky to her.

“Pinky promise?” you smirked cheekily at her, watching her get a bit more flustered.

“Yeah. Pinky promise.”

But that promise couldn’t be hold anymore, as, when you walked her home, you were met with the gruesome sight of Rin’s mother being dead, bleeding, on the ground, and next it was you, by her father’s sword. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess that the next one after you would be Rin, but you were dead by the time she would become the next victim.

However, contrary to your belief, you actually opened your eyes again, despite remembering how very much dead you used to be, and for some reason, you were in the oddest place, with 3 other people who looked older than you, and they were all running around like idiots.

Not interesting.

All you wanted to do was find Rin already and get out of there... Or something.

What you weren’t expecting were screams of pain and agony, and out of sheer human instinct, you also ran the hell away from the source of the... Heck if you knew.

Before you knew it, you found yourself huddling with another survivor in the corner of a dilapidated house, only to find a creepy ghost-like figure... Poltergeist? Ju-On The Grudge? Banshee? Shrieking in your face and readying her katana to strike the two of you.

Hold up.

Katana...?

“RIN?!” you gasped out, freezing from the shock of seeing the sweetest girl in the world, who also happened to be your crush, naked, save for some well-placed bandages, wearing an expression completely twisted in rage and pain, and her body... Was sliced and cut so tragically.

The surprise was so big that you couldn’t move - But the other survivor did, as he pushed you towards the blade and he sprinted the hell away from there, not bothering to look back at how the blade made contact with your shoulder and back.

“...Y/N...?” her voice was as sweet as your remembered, shy even, yet it had a somewhat mystical and specter-like echo to it.

You watched as the sword evaporated into thin air, and the contorted visage turned into a much calmer one. But she felt guilty for harming you - That blasted katana, the same blade that ended both of your lives, she now used you maim you... She hated that. She felt as if she was her father...

But you didn’t care. You threw her arms around her body, completely unbothered by her undead form, only to gasp and quickly take off your jacket, putting it around her. “I don’t know whose idea was it to leave you like this, but you must be cold as all hell. Don’t worry, when we get out of here, I’ll take extra care of your hair and find you some proper clothes, even if that means I have to give you my own.”

Rin completely forgot the rage she felt at the survivor who pushed you into her blade, or the fact that she maimed you - Albeit, she managed to keep herself from causing any real damage - And instead, she just looked at you as if you were the most holy being in the world.

In this world, there was no mad father anymore, nor any society scrutiny, and she could be as bold as you in her affections towards you.

“Pinky promise?” she asked, mimicking the gesture you did to her when you were both still alive.

“Pinky promise.”

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THE EXECUTIONER - PYRAMID HEAD

As we all know, Pyramid head is that one guy that even the Entity is afraid of, to the point that it just lets him to whatever the hell he wants.

Considering he is like the guardian of hell or something, and he is solely there to inflict punishment on those who deserve it...

Well, imagine how mad he would be when you, that one person that he deemed worthy of salvation, the one that he wanted to help escape and guard your whole life, the one angel-like being that he saw as the Celestial realm itself-

You had the misfortune of having to go through so many trials.

Well, the truth is, the other killers know better than to offer you to the Entity, or kill you painfully.

Nobody wants an angry Pyramid Head, okay? That would be abysmal.

Everyone looked at the giant monster, dragging that sword that was bigger than you, looking so malicious and scary, only to realise he would kneel in front of you and put a flower in your hair, or put a bunny in your lap.

The weirdest things, I’m telling you.

But he’s so protective of you, and you think it’s the sweetest thing ever, especially how he sort of bonded with you so unbreakably that he vowed to get you out of there.

You couldn’t look at him and see the atrocious Executioner - Instead, you saw The Protector, and somehow, you felt so safe around him, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally too, as if he was the Protector of Justice and that nothing bad could happen with him around.

His strong arms, after all, felt like the safest haven to you, and you wanted to stay in his warm embrace the whole freaking day.

You’ve been through countless trials before, and none went down the hill as quickly as this one did, and you had no idea why - You felt as though all survivors united against you, instead of binding together to survive and get the hell out of there.

Yelling to get attention, intentionally mess up generators, leading the killer towards the place you were hiding, pushing you into the way of the killer and all of that. But somehow, you got out of that trial, thanks to Susie being kind to you.

You could live with that, alright, whatever, it didn’t bother you, you were very zen.

That is, until you got instantly transported into the next trial, and for the longest time, you had no idea who the killer was.

Until you saw a cursed trail with metal spikes getting you, and you were very rudely pushed into it. Those idiots, Pyramid Head is gonna be pissed.

And if that wasn’t enough, Claudette constantly grabbed at your clothes and pushed you as a meat shield in front of the Punishment of the damned that went through the wall.

You couldn’t help but scream in pain, feeling an electrocuting surge on agony going through your veins at an alarmingly fast pace, and you couldn’t help but drag yourself to the nearest wall so you could lean on and regain your strength back.

You thought that was the worst that was going to happen, but no - Claudette got you you, in your weakened state, to the corner of the building, so you weren’t expecting that damned sword that was bigger and heavier than you to come striking you down.

You gasped out blood and couldn’t only look with a faint expression, almost sleepy even, at the man who vowed to protect you, seeing how the grip on his sword almost vanished entirely from the shock.

“It’s...Okay...” you smiled at him before you got pulled down into the basement of the building, into a spiky cage of atonement.

You knew he was going to break you out of there, but you were already so powerless that you wanted to cry and glet your body give out on the spot - But you knew it was going to hurt worse if those spikes were to dig into your flesh.

So you waited and waited and waited, until suddenly, all three other survivors ended up in cages of atonement next to you, looking in completely worse shapes.

They should have known better. Stupid Claudette. Don’t piss Pyramid head off, you’ll only curse yourself for eternity.

Not long after, your protector stepped in front of you, and with those powerful arms, he completely tore apart the cage and pulled you into his arms, holding you almost as if you were a frightned child lost in the woods.

“Thank you for always being here for me and protecting me. I truly couldn’t ask for a better blessing from this world. Your existence never fails to sooth all of my worries and fears. Thank you, my darling.” your hands weakly found their rightful place on his chest, and you stood that way for a while before he let go and went to properly enact his revenge.

Nobody makes him hurt the one person he vowed to protect.

And thus, he used the Final Judgement on all three of those poor fellas who finally learnt their lesson, due to their sheer stupidity, and suffered probably not enough, the Bringer of Justice thought to himself.

As a last act of redeeming himself on this trial, he carried you all the way to the doors and watched as you walked back to the camp - It was light outside, and it was only fitting for you to walk into the light, for you were a creature shining brighter than the Sun.

From then on, all survivors shudder at the thought of ending up in a trial with you and Pyramid Head, and the killers got a grim reminder of what would happen, should they mess around with you.

All that while watching the most feared killer sitting on the ground, and you, smiling, completely unaffected by the Entity’s realm, putting a colourful flower crown on his rusted metal pyramid.

How fucking ironic.

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monicashipsnickyjoe · 4 years

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soulmate/modern au

Nicky has a nervousness about him that he’s never been able to explain. He keeps feeling like something’s missing. Like he’s forgotten the name of an important thing and it’s sitting, impatient, at the tip of his tongue. He can’t recall. Or he doesn’t know. It’s all terribly confusing, and so, so frustrating.

He’ll walk down the street, see a family of duckings that makes him smile, and turn to his right to tell... someone. No one’s there.

Sometimes, when he’s tired, he’ll order two coffees at the shop on the corner, making one much sweeter than he likes it. Only when he walks away does he remember he’s alone.

When his friends encourage him, he goes to bars. He meets men, and occasionally he will let them touch his arm or his shoulder or his thigh from the bar stool beside his. Sometimes, he lets them kiss him. Never, is he able to ignore the feeling of wrong that prickles over his skin and twists in his stomach. Always, he leaves without them. If he has their number, he will delete it before he gets home.

Tonight, he cooks at the stove. He doesn’t realize he’s made any mistakes until, holding two plates, he thinks of something Booker said at work and turns, ready to share. There are two chairs at Nicky’s table. Both are empty. Nicky looks at his hands, and cursing, leaves one plate on the counter and takes the other into the living room. He sits on the couch, plate on his lap, and turns up the sound on the tv until he forgets that he’s forgotten.

The next morning, on his way to work, he sees a selection of sketchpads in an art store window. He buys one, and a set of charcoals. He carries the bag proudly until he gets to the office, to the cubicle he shares with Booker, and realizes with a deep sigh and heavy frown that he does not draw.

Booker looks at the bag, then at him. He lifts one lone brow. “You start taking art classes?”

Groaning, Nicky throws the bag under the desk and collapses into the chair. Whatever this is, it’s getting worse. What started as tri-monthly slip-ups are turning into daily routines. “Maybe I should see a doctor,” Nicky says.

“Maybe.” Booker scratches his chin. Behind him, on his computer screen, a game of solitaire is opened over the report he is supposed to be writing. “Or it could just be what it obviously is.”

“Don’t start.”

“Soulmates, Nicky,” Booker says.

Nicky rolls his eyes. “Be serious.”

Booker swivels his chair the whole way toward Nicky and leans forward. “I am serious.” He’s not smirking. That is his serious face.

But soulmates?

“I’d have better odds at the lottery,” Nicky says. He’s seen thousands of soulbonds... in movies. To find one in real life is a one in a billion chance. More, perhaps. Nicky is just a regular guy with a bachelor’s degree in philosophy he doesn’t use, a desk job that he hates, and a caffeine addiction. Normal. Boring. Not near special enough to catch the attention of another person’s soul.

“Maybe you should play the numbers, then.” Booker twists his chair back toward his desk.

“Soulmates,” Nicky huffs. He shucks off his coat and starts his computer. “Ridiculous.”

Across town, Joe has purchased two coffees, one much too bitter for him. When he realizes, he’s so excited, he nearly drops them both. He stops on the street, places both coffees on the ledge of a windowsill, and opens his phone.

“Nile,” he says before she even finishes saying, “Hello?”

“It happened again.” Joe can’t stop laughing. “That makes everyday this week!”

“That’s great, Joe.”

“Do you think I’ll meet him soon?” Joe bounces on his feet. “If it’s happening everyday, then surely -”

“Maybe? I mean, who knows? There’s not a lot of concrete info on this stuff,” Nile says. There’s a yawn in her voice. He woke her - again. They go to the same college - Nile for the first time, Joe for the second - but their shared classes aren’t until the afternoon. He feels a little bad about it now. It dampens his spirits somewhat. “Except movies, but who knows if those are right.”

Joe tries to reel in his excitement. “Right. Of course.”

Nile must be able to tell, because she immediately perks, brightening her voice. “But, Joe. If it takes a little time, it will be worth it, right? He’s out there. You just have to find him.”

“Thank you, Nile.” Joe’s smile presses his cheek tightly to his phone. “I am sorry I woke you.”

“Swing by, bring me that coffee, and we’ll call it even.”

“I promise.” Joe hangs up.

He thinks of the groceries that stock his cabinets at home. More pasta than he’s ever needed before.

He thinks of the book of Roman philosophers that he purchased that now sits on his coffee table, waiting.

He smiles at a family of ducklings he sees by a pond, and turns, ready to tell the person beside him. No one is there.

Yet.

“Soulmates,” Joe tells the ducks. “Amazing.”

The following day, it’s raining when Nicky leaves the office. He doesn’t have an umbrella, so with a lengthy sigh, he hunches his shoulders and presses forward. The rain is cold on the back of his neck and he shivers. But once you are wet, you can’t be more wet, so there is some comfort in that.

He makes it to the bus stop and sneezes.

“Bless you,” says the man already there, standing beside the soaked bench. He has a blue umbrella open, hiding his face, and another, this one green, closed, tucked under his arm.

“Grazie,” Nicky says and wipes his nose with his sleeve. It’s damp, but so is everything.

The blue umbrella shifts up a little. Nicky looks the other way, down the street, for the bus. Something nudges him in the side. He looks, and it’s the handle of the spare, green umbrella.

“May I tell you a story,” the man offering it says. Nicky looks up into a pair of warm brown eyes and with a wide, welcoming smile. Soft-looking curls cover his head, and a well-groomed beard rounds his face. He’s wearing a leather jacket with a t-shirt underneath. Paint splotches cover both, in a rainbow of colors.

Nicky, stunned by this man’s beauty, can only nod. The man moves the umbrella, poking him again, and Nicky takes it. He doesn’t open it, though, he can’t get his hands to cooperate.

“I saw the weather report this morning,” the man says, voice so bright and happy, it warms Nicky up from the inside out. “And I grabbed two umbrellas before I left the house. Two. I didn’t even think about it until I walked into the studio and my friend noticed.”

He’s looking at Nicky and Nicky should say something. He tries, “That’s interesting.”

The man looks at the umbrella in Nicky’s hands, at the way he’s clutching it and not opening it. He takes a step closer, so that his open blue umbrella covers them both.

This close, Nicky can only see freckles.

“I have a question to ask,” the man says, “and I really hope the answer is yes.”

Nicky swallows hard. He nods.

“Do you like bitter coffee, pasta, and philosophy?”

Nicky’s breath catches in his throat. It cannot be possible, but... if it is. And if it is this man... Nicky’s heart leaps out of his chest with hope.

He clears his throat, he must find words now. “Do you...” Nicky stops and tries again. “Are you an artist, do you like things too sweet, and do you notice the ducklings?”

If Nicky thought this man’s smile was bright before, he was mistaken. For now, it is a beaming sun, pushing back all the gray.

“I love the ducklings,” the man says.

Any moment now, Nicky will awake, having fallen asleep at his desk, and Booker will mock him.

Instead, the voice in Nicky’s heart whispers, This one, and he knows.

The man reaches out a hand and places it on Nicky’s chest. Nicky must look like hell, drenched in rain, but this man stares at him with open reverence like he can see the moon in his eyes.

“Hello, my heart,” the man says. “I have been looking for you.”

Nicky’s having trouble with full sentences again, so he takes a step closer instead.

“My shared soul,” the man continues, speaking for them both now. He knows the words Nicky’s heart whispers. “My light. My warmth.”

He motions to himself, then. “Joe.”

Nicky does the same. “Nicky.”

“Nicky,” Joe repeats, and it takes all Nicky has not to melt into a puddle on the sidewalk, ready to be washed away with the rain.

“Joe,” Nicky says, and it’s sudden relief. The word he could never quite remember right there on the tip of his tongue. He says it again, loving the feel of it in his mouth. “Joe.”

It’s perfect. It’s everything.

Later, Nicky will cook the pasta in Joe’s cabinets, and Joe will sketch Nicky with the charcoal.

For now, Nicky places his hand over Joe’s on his chest and knows he’s home.

#i wrote something nickyjoe #joe x nicky #kaysonova #nicky x joe #soulmate au #modern au #artist joe #finding each other :)#two halves of a whole #fluff #this is really only fluff lol #booker is here and so is nile

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keiscait · 3 years

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Hello!! I see that your matchups are open and I was wondering if I could get a Living Room and Bedroom one? Living Room would be more preferable if u can’t do both. I’m not sure if this is enough to cover both…I’m sorry agdhshdhejdbjdj

I’m not sure if u can do this but could u make this anon too? You can associate me by this emoji: 🕺

Here’s the info:

PRONOUNS: she/her

PERSONALITY (Living Room): I am generally very shy and closed off, always making sure I avoid people. I stay away from large crowds because I’m a ball of anxiety (I get anxiety easy) and I get really nervous whenever someone approaches me, especially around guys like I usually won’t look at them in the eyes because I become a blushy mess and lose my words. I am also usually very quiet too and don’t talk a lot.

However, when I talk to my close friends, I literally become Hinata (no joke). I get so hyped, energetic, cheerful, make my friends laugh, and help them a lot too. I am also very passionate about things. When I am suffering with a problem, I don’t like telling friends because I don’t wanna worry them because I feel bad. I end up telling my best friend (they are literally Kageyama to me LOL). I also apologize a lot if I felt I did something wrong and I am quite odd to my friends. I end up getting into playful banter with my close friends where I tease them with playful jokes. I am quite observant too since I don’t usually talk to people, so I notice things from afar. I can tell if a friend of mine has a slight change in their behavior and I will ask if they are ok to be sure. I am also very honest, straightforward and pretty blunt about things.

Do not get me upset. It takes a lot for someone to make me upset and actually angry. The most I would get is being annoyed. However, if you managed to get me angry, I lose my temper and yell and my friends have mentioned it’s as if I would snap someone in two. I do curse like crazy so people get surprised since I am usually quiet. Again it is rare, but I’ve been told it’s scary when I get angry. I will eventually be alone to recharge and wouldn’t want anybody to talk to me.

When it comes to relationships, I don’t have that much experience…I hate PDA so I’m really private. I’m actually afraid to love somebody because I’m afraid I won’t be good at all so if somebody was crushing on me and shows affection, I try to divert that attention to something else because I get shy and get so scared. Again it’s hard to look at someone I like in the eyes because I blush so much. It’s hard to show affection by words so I show it by actions like hugs. I would love to hold their hands, caressing them or squeezing them just to feel the comfort and warmth. I think I might be very tender and gentle but I think as I open up, I might get cheery and energetic but that’s a theory. I do try my best to make them happy even if it takes me a while to get comfortable and I’ll try to shower them with love by physical actions. Maybe I’ll draw for them too to make them happy…

I love art. I love to draw for my friends because I love seeing them get so excited for the finished product. I also love listening to music every day so when I’m alone and away from everyone, I just blast music through my headphones. I love gaming too so you’d find me playing the Switch!

I am a perfectionist, hardworking and always try my best even if I get put down. Sometimes I might overwork when it comes to drawing but that’s because I get so eager to improve every day. I also love to give support to my friends for their dreams and but I am not an optimist or pessimist, I am a realist.

IN BEDROOM: Pretty much the same when it comes down to relationships. I get extremely flustered and shy about physical affection and worry if I’m not good at all. I might be a bottom aagdhhshdhsjdjd I just don’t see myself having confidence in these kinds of experiences. I would love if somebody was gentle and passionate with me tho…Since I don’t rly interact with people in the public, I think I might be touch starved so any physical affection might drive me crazy (in the good way). As flustered as I get, I am pretty dirty-minded.

ZODIAC: Aries

THINGS I LOOK FOR IN A PARTNER: quiet, calm, observant, passionate, playful, a tease, cold yet caring, strong, emotional, empathetic, kind, understanding, respectful, and not afraid to speak their mind

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor!!

FAV FOOD: I loveeee food. I am always hungry for food. I love spicy food especially. I love pasta/spaghetti, pizza, sushi, and I love chicken burgers

FUTURE PLANS/DREAMS: I just hope to be successful and actually feel happy. I hope I’ll land a good position for art like for animation or games (especially if it’s anime-related!) I’m not sure if I’ll find someone to settle down with but only time will tell.

MUSIC TASTE: Rock, J-Rock, Future Funk, Lofi, and I adore anime and video game OST LOOKS: I’m smol like 5'3. I have light skin but not pale (it’s like Hinata’s) and I have red/brown hair and brown eyes. I also have little freckles on my cheeks I’m so sorry if it’s so much but maybe it helps ; __ ; Thank u for doing these and make sure to take breaks!!

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Hello and welcome, dear! This is wonderful - thank you for all the details, it gives me a lot to work with! ❤️ I’m so excited to get started with this. Let’s go to the living room! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

For you, I’ve invited over…

Kita Shinsuke! (Runner up: Sugawara Koushi)

Our lovely Inarizaki captain may come off as cold and stoic, but he’s really just unbothered my trivial things. He strives for improvement daily, and ensures he goes through the motions before reaching perfection.

- When you two first meet, I don’t think there will be a lot of interaction there - but when there is, it’s definitely more comfortable than it is awkward. Kita has the effect on people that makes them feel safe and secure, like all the pressures of life just disappear for a moment

- This is how your friendship starts. He proves himself more and more approachable by the day. You’re both straightforward and observant people, so you two would probably tag-team when interacting with other people. He’ll make you feel secure in the friendship despite his no-nonsense bluntness, while he appreciates that you aren’t a flashy person

- The fact that you’re a hardworking perfectionist helps him relate to you on a deeper level. He’d be so happy to find someone who understands this part of him

- He will probably make himself more present in your life by doing little things - helping you clean up after class, sending you tips on how to study for a subject you’re having trouble with, offering an ear for you to rant if he notices something’s off

- He does everything slowly and with very close precision, all in the hopes of you becoming more comfortable around him

- the man is near perfect, what more can I say

- OF COURSE he succeeds. He’s Kita Shinsuke

- Don’t worry, he won’t be thrown off by your more playful side once it comes out. Kita most likely already got hints of your sunshine here and there while he was slowly gaining your trust

- Once he feels like it’s the perfect time, only THEN will he ask you out

- Let out your inner gremlin!!!!! He can 100% handle it, since he’s so used to the chaos of his team by now and he has somehow remained?? completely SANE?? what a man

- AND the difference is, he LIKES YOU!!!1!!!!!!!1!!

- He will adore all your little quirks, and may even participate in your playful banter

- Does not mind that you’re not into PDA. Hell, he might even be relieved–

- He’d notice how you try to divert affection, and will try to talk to you about it. You won’t have to say much, he’ll be able to tell from your body language that it’s because you’re anxious to love somebody, and will never take that against you

- Will work on trying to break through those walls, but wouldn’t ever force it

- Prepare for a beautiful domestic future 🥺🥺🥺 a simple life on a farm in the Japanese countryside with the man of your dreams?? You, an artist, and him, a farmer???? The absolute PUREST domestic dream 😭😭😭

You were sat in your worktable, sketching away the morning. A deadline was fast approaching, so you could hardly allow yourself to rest - so the first thing you did today, as with most days, was work.

The art block hit a few days back. Your nights have recently been filled with drooping eyes paired with a throbbing headache, and they were now slowly eating up your mornings, too. You massaged your neck, sore from hunching over your desk so much - all you could at the moment was stare at the now blank sheet in front of you. You weren’t satisfied with any of the pieces you made, so you always ended up scrapping whatever it is that you were doing.

You were snapped out of your daze at the sound of the cuckoo clock. You noticed that you were gripping the pen a little too hard, causing some redness on your fingertips. A frustrated groan escaped you as your hands rubbed circles into your temples. The morning felt so dull.

The time read 7AM. Two hours on the desk and not a single thing, you thought to yourself. Like clockwork, you heard the door open and close as Kita came back from field work. He stopped in his tracks upon seeing you.

“You’re awake?” His tone was more concerned than surprised. He had witnessed your restlessness these past few days, doing whatever he can to ease your frustration a a little bit. This wasn’t anything new to him, seeing as you were both workaholics, but he couldn’t help but worry about how this deadline was treating you.

You managed a weak smile as you met his eyes. He looked pretty in the morning light - sweat trickling down his neck, some of his hair clinging to his forehead, lips slightly parted to allow better breathing. It was rare for you to see him like this since he usually gets up and finishes work before you get up. The sight comforted you a bit, as if the bleakness dissipated for a little while.

He walked over to the coffee machine to run it. “Still no luck?”

“I’ve been at it since 5AM.” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I woke up when you went out to work. I couldn’t go back to sleep thinking about it.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. The two of you stayed quiet for a while, with only the sounds of the coffee machine and birds chirping. The peacefulness almost sunk in until you were reminded of the stress looming over your head. You let out another sigh.

You were staring down the blank sheet again, sick of the emptiness it posed. With a pen in hand, you tried to mimic the motions of drawing strokes, hoping for a sudden burst of inspiration. Nothing.

Kita laid a cup of coffee next to you. “You barely slept, y/n. At least eat a bit.” That elicited no response from you - all you could do was lean back in your chair, feet put up onto the seat.

Your boyfriend placed his finger under your chin, making you look up at him standing next to you. “Y/n.”

He examined your expression - you were so tired; redness peaked from the corners of your eyes, and your lips were almost pale. “You need food in your system, y/n.”

“I don’t have time to eat, Shin, this is–”

“Food is what the brain runs on. Even a child knows that,” he teased as he pulled you on your feet and led you to the kitchen table, “Eat.”

You had no choice but to oblige. You plucked a banana from its bunch, munching away while Shin scrambled some eggs. Before you knew it, a breakfast was spread out in front of you. The brown-eyed boy pressed a kiss at the top of your head as you praised him. “I don’t deserve you,” you said with a smile.

“It’s just breakfast,” he chuckled, “and you do deserve me. You deserve the world.”

The world suddenly felt full of color again, and you were ready to face the dreary white that’s been mocking you the whole week.

I hope that was alright with you, dear! Let’s head over to the bedroom ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

Look who’s here for some alone time!

Semi Eita! (Runner up: Kageyama Tobio)

One of the prettiest setters to date, Semi here has his moments of sincerity despite the scary attitude he puts up. He comes off as a domineering personality, but I feel like in the bedroom, he’d be incredibly tender.

- Don’t believe the mask he puts up. Semi bb is a big softie for his s/o!!!!! CHANGE MY MIND

- In the bedroom, you well-being would be TOP priority - he would constantly ask you if this or that is okay, and make sure your comfortable with whatever the two of you are doing

- Your first time would be SO intimate: if you planned it beforehand, he’d go as far as laying out candles, setting up a fragrance to fill the room, and maybe even laying out roses; if it isn’t planned, he’d hold you close the whole time, and won’t really get rough with how he handles you

- Has enough confidence to take the lead. He’s pretty self-assured, and this will really translate in the bedroom

- Knows where to touch you and is gentle about it, making sure to test things out first before going at it

- When he gets to know your more dirty side, that’s when he brings up stuff he’d like to try out. Try surprising him every now and then by telling him you want to try something new ( 　･ิω･ิ)

- Oh, his moans. SO GOOD. They’re soft, but so raw, and it would almost sound melodic. Would also chant your name a lot

- I can’t imagine him being loud in the bedroom, but he’d definitely be into dirty talk - I imagine it’s one of his top kinks - more praising than degrading

- He’s also into choking, unless you’re not comfortable with it, then for sure, he wouldn’t force it on you

- MAKES THE PRETTIEST O FACES. WHAT I’D GIVE TO SEE IT

- Would lay on top of you (or under, whichever position you were in) for a while before aftercare. He wants some time to hold you while winding down

- Aftercare would be quick but careful - he wants to ensure that he’s got everything covered

- The epitome of Making Love, as opposed to simply “having sex”

Sorry for the long wait, darling! I hope you enjoyed all of that, and thank you so much for your patience. Feel free to pay me another visit, or just sit and chat with me anytime :D

Thanks for stopping by! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

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🎐1/3 Could I please request a male matchup for my OC? Name: Chii Ittoujii, Age: 23 after time skip (she’s a god and aged slower before she came down to the mortal realm so she’s actually much older). 170cm tall/long black hair/hime cut with blunt bangs/red eyes/very pale, almost white skin/very slender waist and long legs/large breasts/plump pink lips/slight fangs. Ethereal/otherworldly Beauty. She has a very quiet/calm/stoic personality, level headed, not extremely talkative, an introvert

Can be sadistic but with the sweetest smile. Has a dark sense of humor. Intelligent and educated. would destroy anyone who insults or threatens her friends and would die for them, prettiest smile and the nicest laugh. Can keep a straight face if she wants to in most situations unless she’s angry. Her swearing could put sailors to shame. Enjoys reading/sketching/painting/mapping the stars/growing plants/combining herbs for medicinal purposes. Loves cats and flowers. Suffers from insomnia. Can go days sometimes weeks without sleeping, 10000% not a morning person when she finally does get a few hours sleep. She has a 9 tailed fox spirit bonded with her body, melee fighter who specialises in punches and kicks, and fights sometimes with dual wielded chokuto. Can switch between attacks that specialise more on speed or attacks that focus on pure power. An Astronomer and a Princess. Can see and communicate with spirits and animals due to being a god.

This is my first time doing a matchup for an OC, so thank you! I’ll admit I was a bit overwhelmed with all this info lol so I got a secondary opinion (by my lovely friend @doflomingos-glasses u the best bb) I hope this turned out okay for you! Please enjoy xxx

Chii’s match is…

Sanji

First of all, Sanji deserves an absolute babe. Goddess or not, Sanji is going to treat Chii like the most perfect specimen in the entire galaxy. No love could ever compare to Sanji’s love for Chii. He deserves it, she deserves it. Going off appearances, we know Sanji isn’t hard to please, but having an ethereal, otherworldly beauty by his side? That’s something he adores like no other (if he doesn’t die from insane amounts of nose bleeds first). Forget the All Blue, Chii is all he needs in life. Hancock can’t even phase him now, he is utterly infatuated with Chii Ittoujii.

Now, though Sanji seems shallow on the outside, we know that is definitely not the case on the inside. Sanji is a natural born lover, caretaker, he has the kindest heart and aims to please. He would do whatever it takes to keep Chii happy and would obliterate anyone that dared to hurt her. He’s 100000% whipped for her! Sanji is a bit more extroverted, but he can woo his introverted woman with a nice dinner date, or cuddles and romantic music in his bedroom. Her introverted nature won’t stop him from showing her off to anyone and everyone however. But he also will kick anyone who looks at her the wrong way. He’s very protective of her, a little insecure at times, but is always reassured when she shows him affection. Then he’s back to feeling like the luckiest man on the planet.

Though he’s well aware she can hold her own, that doesn’t stop him from trying to protect her in every situation, most of the time causing himself to get hurt in the process. He just wants to keep her safe, but he’s also wowed by her crazy abilities. Most of the time, it’s her protecting him; Sanji will gladly play the damsel in distress for her lol Would try his damned hardest not to piss her off, and whips out popcorn when someone else does. He’s hoping one day Zoro will piss her off enough and she’ll destroy his ass.

He’s just completely infatuated by her every move, everything about her. Her fighting skills? Stunning. Her sweet smile? Breathtaking. Her cute little laugh? Adorable. Her sailor mouth? Exquisite. Everything she does is captivating to him and he’s not shy to show it. If she’s a little shy towards his praises, he tries his hardest to control himself when around her, but he feels on the verge of explosion from keeping everything in! He just wants love and dote on her all day, treating her like the goddess she is literally and figuratively.

Sanji adores how she shares common interests with the rest of the crew - reading with Robin, sketching with Franky, mapping with Nami, planting flowers with Usopp, herbal medicine with Chopper, training with Zoro….ok he actually hates that but you get the idea. Even though she’s a freaking goddess, she fits in among the crew easily and it’s important to him that his family loves his woman (just not as much, that’s not allowed).

He hates going to bed without her, so he tries to cook/prepare some foods to help her sleep. Chii has gained more sleep than she ever has in entire life all thanks to Sanji. She still doesn’t sleep all through the night, and he knows this, so he tries to keep the bed cozy for her when she gets back. He’s well aware that she’s not a morning person (learned that the hard way) so he won’t even try to wake her up in the morning unless it’s an emergency. Instead, he’ll sneakily slide out, go fix her some breakfast, lay it on the bedside table, and kiss her forehead before going to make breakfast for the rest of the crew. She naturally wakes up on her own to the smell of food and even though Sanji isn’t right there by her, his consideration for her sleep makes the mornings just so much better.

All in all, I believe Chii deserves someone who treats her like a goddess, but loves her for more than that. Sanji’s love for her would be genuine, a lil pervy, but most of all it comes from the bottom of his heart. He would sacrifice anything for her, and he chooses to love her and only her every single day. I think they deserve each other!

Other potential suitors:

Hawkins - They both share that ethereal-y vibe and I just think they would look cute together. They’re both level-headed and introverted so it’s easy to enjoy each other’s company. He’s also not one to care if she’s a goddess or not, nor if she’s stronger and older than him. If he falls for someone, then that’s just it. He does adore her beauty, don’t get me wrong, but her loyal and mild nature is what really gets him. He is also blown away by her skills. Being able to talk to spirits and animals is one of the coolest things to him. He’s never unimpressed with Chii, she makes life and love very interesting for him.

Shanks - Another babe that just deserves a goddess? He would take such good care of Chii and yeah, he’s a lil pervy like Sanji with her, but it’s a lil classier than Sanji lol He definitely shows her off all the time, but what matters most is the way he respects her and cares for her well being. She’s probably stronger than him, but he still fights for her always. The thing about him is he hardly treats her like a goddess. She’s just the love of his life. Even if she weren’t a goddess, he’d treat her just the same.

Zoro - This is more of a crackship one because he would be the dumbass that ends up with a goddess and is just like “yeah whatever” about it! He doesn’t care to show her off because he knows that other people are going to fall for her, and what’s Zoro’s is Zoro’s. No looking, no touching. He also loves her for deeper than her outward appearance. Her fighting skills are insane and they have much to bond over. But hey, he definitely thinks she’s pretty hot too.

#doctorgerth #one piece #one piece matchup #op matchup #matchup #sanji #anon #anon oc #oc #oc matchup #anon request #matchup request

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Heavy Heavy Low Low - Courtside Seats to the Greatest Fuck of All Time⁠

⁠ @heavyheavylowlow38 #heavyheavylowlow #hhll #deathwish @deathwishinc⁠ ⁠ I’ve been lucky as hell recently to snag insider info on some killer reissues and this one is no exception. You all already know how much I love HHLL, especially Turtle Nipple…, and through serendipity I got connected with Robbie from the band a few months back. I got to hear about how they are coming back to life after some years focusing on other projects, growing up and growing out, and evolving as musicians and artists in the process. They’ve worked with Twelve Gauge Records to put Courtside Seats on vinyl for the very first time and after they announced it on their platforms and immediately sold it out, they’re pressing another batch that you and the HHLL lovers in your life can and should snag before that pressing sells out, too!⁠ ⁠ What’s even more exciting is that I got to pick Robbie’s brain in typical VE fashion and he’s indulged me with all sorts of info about what they’re up to, whether or not we can expect new music, and some feel-good stories about huffing air duster and ripping shit up in an old warehouse on the California coast. Here it is in its unedited glory, but first…head to the website to pre-order your copy and then head to Robbie’s Indiegogo campaign to learn more about his upcoming short firm that’s scored by Nick from Tera Melos! ⁠https://deathwishinc.com/products/heavy-heavy-low-low-courtside-seats https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/morning-deliveries-short-film#/

INTERVIEW

First and foremost, it’s been a minute since we’ve heard from Heavy Heavy Low Low and then out of nowhere you sprang back to life in 2019. What motivated you all to pick up this project again? I’m not sure what motivated it. We had always been trying to jumpstart the whole thing again for some time and I think that it might have been a case of everyone’s lives slowing down and examining that time with a weird reverence. I can only speak for myself. The boys are all in school or doing their own thing.

I imagine you’ve all been working on different projects since HHLL went on hiatus. Do you have anything that you or the rest of the band have worked on that you’d love us to know about? Danny has gotten pretty popular in the Kendama world. Chris is studying various forms of martial arts. Roo is endlessly going to school and currently scoring independent films. Chip is heavily involved in competitive fishing. I’ve been making short films when the situation and my wallet allow it. We’re all crazy excited about finally owning Courtside Seats on vinyl for the first time. Aside from bringing that album onto the vinyl medium, the pre-order page notes that there’s new artwork, too. What can we expect from that? When we made the CD we weren’t expecting to sell any really.. I did the art and Matthew printed them all at his job. Him and I folded every crease, glued the o-cards and vacuum sealed them all. I think it sold out almost completely at the record release show. We made the same amount of records as we did the original cd (500). The artwork for the original CD pressing was done on sketch paper without any comprehension of what could be done with drawn art and a scanner. Matthew was the computer wizard and back then, young and silly, it was all done on the cuff. The new art is a bit more modern and plays with mortality. Court-side Seats to The Greatest Fuck of All Time being a front seat view of a an ordinary, bumpy ride through life. I’m proud of it. What’s it like to bring back an album from the earliest parts of the band’s career? Do you still identify with the music? It is odd. It was a truly surreal time and place. We were out of our fucking minds. We recorded it in Mountain View, Ca in this giant warehouse that tapered into gutted office spaces. It was a weird white collar tomb on the outskirts of Silicon Valley right before the real tech boom. In the big part of the warehouse where we’d enter there were giant mounds of clothes meant to be donated to some third world country. We’d burrow tunnels in them and do huge dramatic flips from pike to pile. There was an aisle of outdated medical equipment waiting to be sent that we’d stalk through in the dark. It was a strangely magic place. Once you got through the warehouse you’d get to these office stations that had been fashioned into recording studios and that’s where we birthed this thing. We were so misguided. The amount of compressed air that we inhaled should have killed us. I contribute a significant drop in IQ to that shit. Smoking copious amounts of weed from gravity bongs. Recording with a hip hop producer, Deegan. Never a disagreement. It still feels like it was some strange purgatory of youth. I don’t miss it, but it was beautiful. Does this mean there’s hope of having Everything’s Watched, Everyone’s Watching on vinyl sometime, too? So, there was a guy who was very adamant about putting that record out on vinyl. We had a dialogue going for the better part of a year and apparently he had been in contact with Rhino Music and Warner, the two companies that hold the licensing to that album. He had received word that it’d cost an impressive amount of money, but he still wanted to shoulder it. Mind you, this dude didn’t have a label, he just wanted to put this thing out and apparently hadnt thought that all out. Time goes by, I’m waiting, not worrying one way or the other. One day I get a link from a friend, a Christian college website detailing that dude had been arrested for kidnapping and assault. Very sad situation. Dude seemed semi normal. Anyway, that was the last effort I’d seen put into that. I’d love to contribute new art to that release if any go-getter wants to try their luck. I’ve loved everything HHLL put out, but Turtle Nipple is in my top 10 list of favorite albums of all time. What was the writing the recording process for it like and how did the band feel about the new creative directions on it? EWEW was half previously recorded material re-recorded and half material written a year prior, kind of forced into a studio with producers we had no previous rapport with. Those producers/engineers were incredible human beings (RIP Tom Pfaffle! See you in the mindfog) but we were very young punk kids thrown into a foreign land where we had our agents visiting and there were platinum records on the wall and it was a total barrage of privilege and excess. It was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t feel soul in that record. Turtle Nipple is a dense trip through time and the record I’m most proud of in our discography. I don’t remember how long we had to record it, I do remember that it was the only time we’d been given to experiment and layer our sensibilities in an environment that catered to them. Sam (Pura) was a perfect conduit to that vibe and time and space and it really came out just how it should have. I think about that album as a 70s exploitation directors filmography.. it veers violently from genre to genre and while most of the stories are fiction and far from personal testimony, theirs a peek into some shared insanity contained throughout. George Cosmatos wandering through a punk club on an edible. I think that that album is our bands true personality. Sam is a member of our band whether he’s playing with us or engineering for us. He gets us. I love the idea of an alternate reality where we had lasted a bit longer and did an album with Steve Albini. He’d probably hate us, but I love those ‘What If?’ Scenarios. I’ll ask the question EVERYONE has been asking so it’s on the record somewhere: Does this mean we can expect new material or a new album soon? Maybe even a tour? We have a new EP in the works. We have some of it recorded with Sam. We’ve posted a couple clips on Instagram. We’re incredibly busy and spread out in our personal lives. Chip in TX, Dan in FL, Roo in OR, Rob and Chris in CA. Adulthood is a bitter, pulpy drink! We are going to be playing again. We won’t be leaving the West Coast. We had our fill of middle America and the travel involved. We have talked to some of our buds from our early days of touring about playing alongside (opening for) them for a limited run in 2020. I think that qualifies as a tour. Also, if anyone wants to fly us to Europe to play a festival in 2020, we’d like that. It’ll be an interesting year. How does it feel to be welcomed back by so many adoring fans who still love your music and are hoping for more after a long hiatus? It’s incredibly humbling. I have heard from people throughout the years about how we had affected them and it was always just strange to me. I’m pretty self deprecating, so I just don’t understand how some shit I wrote could mean much to anyone. My mind is just a shotgun blast of panic. I guess all of ours are? I love my band mates and their talents, though. So I understand the sorta sirens draw to the greater extent. I think they only got to show themselves slightly, too. Weird existence. Give us a piece of band trivia you’ve never shared in an interview before! Gees. There is a step-in part to most 15 passenger vans. It is a black, hard plastic. It meets with where you close the sliding door. When we had no bottles to pee in, we would just piss in ‘the step’. This thing was a den of germicidal activity. Trash and piss I don’t think we ever truly cleaned that thing. What’s odd is that we so rarely got ill on tour. The Step kept us healthy on a steady diet of trash and piss and general scum. Finally, this isn’t a question but the hidden track on Turtle Nipple is a fucking masterpiece and I wanted you to know. Thank you! I think that may have been my idea to add some weird 70s funk into an old track of ours. I think it turned out cool, but I think it betrays our vibe on that album! I wish it’d have devolved into some weird, primitive Altered States shit.

#heavyheavylowlow #hhll #deathwish #vinylrecords #vinylcollectionpost #metal #nowplaying #vinyls #recordcollector #vinyladdict #vinyligclub #vinylcollective #vinylexams

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littlemisssquiggles · 5 years

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Pinehead Headcanons: Oscar’s Other Rose II: Defining Rose Fox

Hey there fellow FNDM fam members. It’s your friendly neighbourhood squiggle meister here. Since some of you kindred folk showed interest, as promised I’ve put together this post sharing more info on Rose Fox.

Who is Rose Fox?

Rose Fox, full name---Rosaline Fox, is a RWBY-inspired original character of yours truly conceived from a Pinehead headcanon I previously shared about Oscar Pine formerly having a childhood friend whose character was based off of the Fox and the Rose from The Little Prince fairy-tale.

The Meaning of the Rose Fox Character

As most of us Rosegardening Pineheads have interpreted, aspects of The Little Prince story is being used to influence Oscar’s story. In the Little Prince, the Prince was in love with a Rose; a single red rose that had blossomed on his home planet. The Rose was very vain and made the Prince believe that she was the only rose in existence but to the Prince’s disappointment, he learns that the Rose had lied to him when he discovered other roses during his travels off-world. This revelation greatly upsets the Prince. However the Prince soon meets a wise red Fox. The Prince befriends this fox and it is through its teachings that the Prince ultimately learns that his rose was his one true love. The only rose that mattered to him because he loved her.

Rolling with this thought, I wanted to create a character that embodied the Fox from the Little Prince along with the lasting message he left on the Prince. But then I decided to take that concept a step further by also having this character draw inspiration from the Rose from the story as well. As Pineheads, we all know that the Rose in Oscar’s story---the one he is meant to fall in love with and be his one true Rose is of course going to be our silver eyed protagonist: Ruby Rose. As established by the series, Ruby and Oscar have grown close within the span of two seasons with their relationship destined to blossom further going into the Atlas Arc. Whether that means a very trusting close friendship or a beautiful romance is at the call of the CRWBY Writers.

That being said, this squiggle meister wanted to toy with the idea of … what if …Oscar had another Rose in his life who he shared a strong connection with. It is this Rose who ends up challenging Ruby on her relationship and feelings toward Oscar.

As the other Rose, this character provokes Ruby as she is another person that Oscar is very close to, who he could potentially be love in love with even given their bond. However as the Fox, this character will not only help Oscar to see his true feelings but also Ruby as well. As a matter of fact, the true purpose of Rose Fox character is to aid both our Rosebuds in realizing what they truly mean to one another. And thus, this is how the character of Rosaline Fox was born. At least, my version of her based on my Pinehead headcanon.

As some of you might be aware of there, there are now three more interpretations of the Rose Fox character. There is Rosaline Hood (by @lythecreatorart), Rosalind Fox (by @che1sea-xiao-long) and now Ianthe Regem (by @miki-13). I’ll talk more about my stance on the other Rose Foxes later in this post. The meat of all this is to mainly discuss my own version.

Rosaline Fox is my adaptation of the Rose Fox character based on my ‘Oscar’s Other Rose’ Pinehead headcanon.

In my interpretation, Rosaline secretly has feelings for Oscar and there is a bit of an unsubtle love triangle between Oscar and his two Roses. Rose loves Oscar but is also fully aware of his feelings for Ruby. It is very clear to Rosaline which rose has already tamed the young barn prince’s heart and as his friend; Rose is contented with Oscar being in love with someone else. His happiness matters more to her after all. However where Rose isn’t sure of is where Ruby stands with Oscar. Rose knows Oscar’s heart belongs to Ruby but what she wants to know is whether or not Ruby feels the same way.

In the story I’ve concocted, Ruby and Oscar have grown much closer during their time in Atlas. Ruby knows she likes Oscar very much and she would do anything for him. But lately, her feelings for him have felt strange. In the beginning, Ruby only saw Oscar as another dear friend she would give her life to protect. However the more Ruby spent time with Oscar getting to learn more about him as a person, the more her thoughts about him grew and changed to the point where she begins to question whether or not friendship is all there is to how she feels toward him. All of a sudden, Ruby finds herself conflicted on how she views Oscar. Does he mean more to her than she realized?

He’s just her friend, right? She only likes him as a friend…right? There isn’t anything…more, is there? Those are thoughts that race through Ruby’s mind whenever the subject of how she sees Oscar is brought into question. And the introduction of Rose Fox and her romantically-charges advances toward Oscar doesn’t help Ruby’s confliction.

By my headcanon, Rose is there to both challenge and help Ruby to realize her true feelings. She is the other Rose and the Fox together so that’s the dynamic I can see her having with Ruby. She’s meant to be perceived as a rival however at the same time, that isn’t all there is to her character.

Rose might seem antagonistic toward Ruby at times but she doesn’t hate her or her relationship with Oscar. Rose acknowledges Ruby as someone very important to Oscar and gives her that respect. However; that doesn’t mean that Rose is going to stand idly by and watch Ruby play games with Oscar’s feelings. Nor will she ever forgive her should she break Oscar’s heart. As the other Rose, Rose is meant to be a opponent to Ruby. She is meant to represent everything that Ruby is and isn’t (if that makes sense) and is meant to be someone who awakens a surprisingly insecure side to Ruby that she seldom shows (at least from my point of view).

Rose is young (closer to Oscar’s age than Ruby) but she is also drop dead gorgeous. Rosaline Fox is very beautiful and knows that she is. She’s almost rather conceited about it, even. To Ruby, it’s not so much that Rose is better than her in terms of skill. It’s that she is, admittedly, more beautiful compared to Ruby---at least in her eyes.

I’ve gone with this idea because it ties into a small hunch I have about Ruby. We all know that Ruby is very cute and pretty herself but what we don’t know is how Ruby perceives her appearance. Does she see herself as beautiful and confident in her looks or is she one of those types who feigns ignorance about their appearance; channelling their self-esteem into other aspects of their character while their true deep-seeded insecurity remains at the core of their personalities.

Throughout their interactions, Rose is an opponent who tests Ruby’s relationship with Oscar. Ruby; who is conflicted about her feelings for Oscar finds herself becoming uncharacteristically jealous of her Rose’s bond with Oscar especially knowing that lovely vixen has feelings for him. It’s a type of resentful sentiment that Ruby has never experienced before and she finds herself disgusted with it along with her confliction over how she truly feels.

In a nutshell, I created Rosaline around the idea of their being another Rose close to Oscar to test how Ruby feels toward Oscar while simultaneously helping her realize what those feelings are and what they mean. That is the character of Rosaline Fox.

What Does Rose Fox Look Like?

As you can tell from my sketches of her, Rosaline is a red Fox Faunus with dark skin and hair that is a gradient of dark brown mixed with orange before turning white at the tips like a fox tail. As a Faunus, Rose’s animal traits are her red fox ears and her prominent fangs and claws. Although her claws only erect whenever she’s angered to the point of feral rage. Beyond that, Rose’s key defining feature is her blue-grey eyes which could be mistaken for silver eyes at first glance. I know I definitely wanted Rose to have an eye colour similar to Ruby’s trademark silver eyes without being silver, if you know what I mean? Blue-grey definitely fit the bill.

In terms of height, I pictured Rose being as tall as Ruby Rose to further their similarities. Rose is meant to be about 15 going on 16. She’s meant to always be one year older than Oscar but still one year younger than Ruby planting her right in the middle of these two. Plus I’m finding the mental image of Oscar still being shorter than his two roses and sort of sandwiched between the two of them rather comical in my head. Another noteworthy feature about Rose is that she’s rather top-heavy for her age.

At only 15, Rose is a busty vixen which is another trait about her looks that often gathers a lot of unwanted attention from the boys. Picture her having the bust size of Yang Xiao Long but at age 15 (the same age Ruby Rose started the series at). As a matter of fact, I can even picture Rosaline and Yang kind of bonding on this experience, sharing a laugh over all the boldfaced gentlemen callers they had to put in their place when they came barking up the wrong tree.

I’m mainly making mention of this mostly in reference to Ly’s Rosaline Hood. For her design, when Ly mentioned that her girl’s got a smaller chest which gives her an advantage while performing her duties as her other alias, I couldn’t help but laugh since…well…my girl---Rosaline Fox is the farthest thing from flat. But don’t worry, like her Hood counterpart, Rosaline has something else about her that plays a very important part in her own secondary persona as well. Her semblance.

What is Rose Fox’s Semblance?

Okay. I’ve thought long and hard about this and I know the perfect power I want Rose Fox to have. Her semblance is Shapeshifting---she can alter her physical appearance to become a near-perfect replica of another. It doesn’t matter if the other person is young or old, tall or short, fat or skinny, male or female, human or Faunus ---Rose can become that person and is able to successfully impersonate them even down to their voice.

Though a very strong semblance, there are limits to this ability. For starters, unlike other known shapeshifters in RWBY such as Neopolitan, Rose can only replicate a form she’s already seen. The same goes for the mimicry characteristic of her shapeshifting semblance. Rose can only imitate a voice she’s already heard. Fortunately she’s trained her semblance well enough that all she needs is to hear a voice once and she’s able to imitate them perfectly from memory.

Another limit is that should Rose need to retain a form for an extended period, she can only hold it up to 9 hours total before her transformation gives out and she changes back to her normal form. In the past she was only able to hold a form a few minutes at best but she’s trained herself well enough over the years to master her power up to decent limit she can work with, especially on missions as a huntress.

The way how Rose’s semblance works (or at least how I’m going to describe it) is that it’s NOT an illusion-based power. Rose isn’t using mental mind tricks or cloaking herself in a haze that tricks the human eye into seeing her as someone else.

Think of Rose’s semblance working like Ditto from Pokémon or the Polyjuice potion from the Harry Potter series or even like how the Crystal Gems shapeshift in Steven Universe. When using her semblance, Rose’s body becomes like clay which she can then physically morph, contorting and shaping it to match the likeness of another being. It takes a great deal of discipline for Rose to maintain a consistent hold on her replicated form before her mask starts to crack and she slowly changes back to true self.

Fortunately, even before she began her huntress-training at Atlas, Rose has possessed her shapeshifting abilities from since she unlocked her semblance at a young age and through years of her own rigorous training, Rose has now reached a level where she has perfected control of her powers. It’s definitely enough for her to be seen as a threat on the battlefield to any poor unsuspecting foe; being a girl who can become anyone.

However there is one noticeable imperfection in Rose’s semblance. Though she’s perfected morphing herself even down to changing her skin colour at whim, for some odd reason Rose can never shake the one glaring flaw in her replications. Her eyes. No matter what form she takes, her eye colour stays the same and sticks out like a sore thumb. For example; Rose can shift into a perfect doppelganger of Oscar Pine and even talk like him but unless you know Oscar or at least know that his eyes are not blue-grey then you wouldn’t see right through Rose’s disguise.

This is actually a common prank that Rose and Oscar used to play as kids. Let say’s Rose unlocked her semblance when she was still a young kit at age five and one time she shifted into Oscar and tried to fool his mother---Dorothy while the real Oscar hid somewhere else laughing. Unfortunately for the young Rose, her trick didn’t work. It might’ve fooled their neighbours but not Dorothy Pine who knew fully well that her son had big bright hazel eyes (just like hers) and not blue-grey eyes like a certain Rose Fox she knew.

I’m actually kind of still contemplating whether or not to keep this flaw in Rose’s semblance. For now I’m going to keep it because there is a story reason as to why it’s there in relation to something I’ll discuss later in this post.

I know when I first mentioned Rose’s semblance, I described it as being a rather unorthodox power. In a way, it still feels that way to me in the context of the RWBY universe. The only canon shapeshifter in the series is Neo and even then her powers make sense within the show since her power is based on illusions that she manifests. Rose Fox, on the other hand, is literally human playdo. Well Faunus playdo. No one in RWBY has this kind of semblance so it made me wonder if it would work.

Doubts aside, I think shapeshifting is an ability that suits a character like Rose Fox perfectly. I can certainly see Rose’s genuineness as a person constantly being called into question by judgmental folks around her especially given the type of semblance she has. Now I’m picturing a small scene where some snobbish Atlesian students, jealous of Rose and her beauty whisper mean things about her behind her back. However, Rose being a Faunus with great hearing overhears every word these girls say about her and boldly puts them in their place for daring to disrespect her. Pick a small exchange of dialogue like this:

Snooty Female Altas Student #1: Hey look, it’s that Rose Fox girl.

Snooty Female Altas Student #2: *in disgust* Yuck! I hate her! She’s such a stuck up bitch. Thinks she’s all that just because she’s pretty. I mean, my dog has a pretty face too but even she knows her place unlike some animals.

Snooty Female Altas Student #1: Right? The only reason people like her so much is because she’s got big boobs. It’s not like she has anything else going for her.

Snooty Female Altas Student #2: Speaking of, did you know? Her semblance is like…some kind of shapeshifting or something.

Snooty Female Altas Student #1:Oh my gosh! Now it all makes sense. The perfect power for such a fake Rose.

Snooty Female Altas Student #2: *laughing haughtily* So fake! Hey do you think she morphs her boobs to look that big?

This curious question is only answered by Rose Fox interrupting the conversation by suddenly slamming her hands on the wall between the two other Atlas students. She did it so abruptly that both girls nearly jumped out of their skins as they edged away from a seething Rose who only smiled at them. Sweet but venomous.

Rose: *cheekily* I dunno ladies. Wanna test that theory of yours? You’re both welcome to cop a feel if you like?

Snooty Female Altas Student #1 and #2: …

Rose: What? No takers? Two seconds ago you were perfectly fine mouthing me off behind my back. Now all of a sudden you got nothing to say?

Snooty Female Altas Student #1: …Uh…we…

Snooty Female Altas Student #2: …We---We were only just---

Rose raised one clawed finger to silence the girls.

Rose: Tell you what? If neither of you got the balls to talk to me to my face then quit talking about me behind my back before you embarrass yourselves or…I embarrass you myself. Whichever wipes the smug looks off your ugly faces the fastest.

With that, Rose struts away, long hair swishing behind her back. But; not before getting one last shot in.

Rose: Oh and to answer your question. I may be a fake Rose but at least my girls are realer than the two of you combined. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it. Kisses ladies.*winks*

I take great pride in my Rosaline being the confident lovely flower not afraid to firmly remind rumour-spreading turds, especially the ones at Atlas Academy, to be mindful of her thorns.

In the beginning, I was going to make Rose’s semblance her being able to turn into a man. This idea was inspired by the manga series Fushigi Yugi: Genbu Kaiden where one of the main male characters---Uruki---one of the Seven Celestial Warriors of Genbu could change into a female version of himself and it was his female form that possessed control over the element of wind. This also makes me think of Ramna ½ where the lead guy turns into a girl if he gets splashed with water or something like that, I think.

Anyways I was going to originally make Rose’s semblance something like that. But then I figured why not just make shapeshifting it; one and done. As I’ve pointed out, this kind of power works perfectly for a character like Rose Fox since in East Asian folklore, foxes are depicted as familiar spirits possessed by magical powers and they are known to be shapeshifters.

“…The fox spirit is an especially prolific shapeshifter, known variously as the huli jing (fox spirit) in China, the kitsune (fox) in Japanese and the kumiho (nine-tailed fox) in Korea. Although the specifics of the tales vary, these fox spirits usually shapeshift, often taking the form of a beautiful young women who attempt to seduce men, whether for mere mischief or to consume their bodies or spirits…”

So yeah, Rose is a shapeshifter. That’s her power and as you’ll learn soon, it plays an important role in her backstory.

What is Rose Fox’s Signature Weapon?

Every aspiring huntress needs a weapon, right? Thanks to Ly’s brilliant idea, I’ve joined the bandwagon for Rose’s huntsmen attire and fighting style drawing inspiration from Robin Hood. I really love this idea a lot.

While I’m admittedly still working out the finer details of this, I know for a definite fact that I want Rose’s signature weapon to be dubbed: Artemis Rose; named after the Ancient Greek goddess of virginity, the wilderness, hunting, wild animals and protector of young children and women

So in keeping with that concept, I’m picturing Artemis Rose being a hybrid between a mechanized broad sword which transforms into a bow that arrows that are dust-infused bullets that Rose loads into her weapon via cartridges. Or something like that. Still working out the kinks on that one and weapon design isn’t exactly my forte.

However when I imagine Artemis Rose, I picture it being similar in design to Starseeker---the trademark bowsword used by Serah Farron in Final Fantasy XIII-2 but having the same functionality as Chatareus----the bladed compound sniper bow used by Vella Moisia in the RWBY Fan-made SLVR ‘Viridan’ Trailer created by Mark Zhang.

When is Rose Fox’s Birthday?

Ah yes, the penultimate question. One that I wish the CRWBY would give us for Oscar Pine but…no dice. Although the CRWBY haven’t (and may never really) confirmed Oscar's birthday, I'm still sticking to my Pinehead headcanon of Oscar being a Spring-born Easter baby with his birthday falling between either April or May making him a Taurus-born. My picks for Oscar's birthday were either April 21st or May 21st. I'm more leaning toward Oscar's birthday being April 21st. I was going to originally pick May as my fanon interpretation of Oscar's birth month since May is the fifth month in the year. This for me correlates well with October being the tenth month in the year which has been confirmed as Ruby's birth month.

However, April is usually an Easter-related month. Case in point, April 21st was Easter Sunday this year. I really want Oscar to be an Easter baby. So therefore, I’m sticking to my guns on that Pinehead headcanon. Another headcanon of mine is that whether or not his birthday falls in April or May, Oscar’s birthdate is the 21st. Why the 21st, you might ask? Because it draws a parallel to Princess Ozma from the Wizard of Oz. According to research, Princess Ozma was born August 21st making her a Leo. While I find the Taurus personality fits Oscar a lot better, I like the idea of his birthdate definitely being the 21st.

Unless the CRWBY tells me otherwise, from henceforth, this squiggle meister is going to treat April 21st as Oscar’s birthday. That's my headcanon and I'm gonna indulge in it. Leave me be, dagnabbit. By my stance, Oscar is a Taurus. He’s not my character but that’s how I see him.

But since Rosaline Fox is my character, I'm confirming her to be a Sagittarius born (the Archer sign) born in the Christmas month of December on the day of the winter solstice: December 21st. That’s her official birthday Rose Fox-fans.

I quite dig the concept of Oscar and Rose both sharing the 21st as their birthdates. It fits for me and my headcanon since they are meant to be close childhood best friends who grew up being thicker than thieves. So by the power invested in my theories, Oscar Pine is Easter, Ruby Rose is Halloween and Rosaline Fox is Christmas. I dig it.

What is Rose Fox’s Story?

Born December 21st, Rosaline Fox is the only child of Robyn and Marian Fox. Unlike most Faunus we've seen introduced in RWBY, my idea for Rose is that she is technically a half-breed by Faunus standards. In spite of World of Remnant claiming that Faunus and Man are compatible from a biological standpoint and are able to breed successfully, there haven’t been much examples of Faunus characters with human parents.

So with Rose, I decided to make one of her parents human. Her father, Robyn Fox was a red fox Faunus who chose a human to be his wife. Robyn and Marian lived a seemingly happy love and marriage raising their daughter. Despite them being two different species, Rose shares a close bond with her mother and Marian Fox loves her daughter unconditionally in spite of all the weird whispers and rather impolite, discriminatory glances she'd received from others learning that she, a human women, married a Faunus and had Faunus child. Though raising a Faunus child has been a different experience, that hasn’t stopped Marian from raising her daughter right.

Although Rose had a good relationship with her mother, her closest parental bond was with her father. Not just because he was a Faunus like her but mainly because, in Rose’s eyes, her father was her hero . A great man who was an even greater father. Emphasis on was---will get to that later.

Physically, Rose gets most of her lovely looks from her mother. Marian has always been a very beautiful woman able to grab the attention of any man who crosses her path and her vivacious rose of a daughter didn’t blossom too far from that garden. From Robyn, Rose of course inherited his Faunus traits as well as his grey-blue eyes.

Before Rose eventually went off to Atlas Academy as teenager, she would often train with her father. Although Robyn was no huntsman, he did know a thing or two about combat and wasted no time in arming his little rose with the knowledge to defend herself. This type of knowledge came in handy when Rose was a kid. She was quite the scrappy little kit back then.

In her old neighbourhood in Mistral, Rose would often be bullied by the neighbouring kids for being a Faunus. One or two times it even got physical. But luckily, Rose Fox could more than take care of herself. Even as a kit. In fact most of her fighting skills went into protecting the one friend she had back in Mistral: a young farm boy named Oscar Pine.

Just like Rose, Oscar was the only child to a single mother named Dorothy Pine. Oscar and Dorothy used to live right next door to Rose and her family. The two families were good friends with each other since Dorothy and Marian were childhood friends themselves and thus the two mothers raised their children to be great friends as well.

Rose and Oscar have known each other since they were in diapers and grew up together. And as friends, they were practically inseparable. The Fox and the Farm Boy .By my imagination, Rose and Oscar are one year apart with Rose being the older between the two.

When they were kids, Rose and Oscar figured they would be friends forever. However all that changed when Rose and her parents left Mistral. She was eight years old when this happened.

Robyn Fox had grown tired of slaving away in the mines of Anima for little to nothing and wanted to take his family to a place where he believed they could prosper better. So being the ambitiously zealous man that he was, Robyn abandoned his mining job in Mistral; uprooting his family and moving them all the way to the colder climate of Solitas in hopes of making it all the way up to Atlas.

This, of course, meant Rose leaving Oscar behind and the two young friends were forced to part ways on a childish yet wishful promise to hopefully meet each other again someday when they were older. A promise that wouldn’t be achieved for another eight years year when the two childhood friends are finally reunited in the hallways of Atlas Academy.

During the years since she moved from Anima, Rose and her family lived way down in the Barracks---a sector of Mantle designated to housing all immigrants; humans and Faunus alike (mostly Faunus) who came from other kingdoms to live the, quote, unquote, Atlesian Fantasy.

Living in the Barracks was a rather uncomfortable experience for Rose and her family for their first two years in Solitas. The cold winter climate was a first for Rose, having only been accustomed to living in the warm countryside of Anima. Fortunately Rose had much friendlier neighbours this time within the Barracks and her family were well-acquainted with their fellow Faunus families. After all, they all came to Solitas chasing after the same pipe dream. All they had to depend on was help from each other so getting along seemed like the better attitude to adapt in order to survive the cold winters. For better or worse, Rose remembered meeting some very nice Faunus folk, young and old, in the Barracks for her first part of her life as a citizen of Mantle.

However these ties would not last long. Eventually, luck came knocking at Robyn Fox’s doorstep when he was able to land a job with the Schnee Dust Company through a connection from another Faunus he worked with in Mantle. Through this new career, Robyn was finally able to move his family out of the Barracks and for a second time in her life, Rose was forced to leave the bonds she had made in the Barracks as her family migrated upward to the Atlas Kingdom.

By Faunus standards living within the upper Kingdom of Atlas, Rose were often looked down upon as some kind of pampered animal by her more human colleagues. To Rose’s astonishment, not a lot of Faunus make it to the top. The more common ones are the fraction of the Atlesian Faunus population who were fortunate enough to be born within the upper kingdom walls. The more common ones are those who were brought up on the backbones of past generations of Faunus who worked hard so that their descendants could be born citizens of Upper Atlas and thus never have to struggle from where where their ancestors had to start off.

For example, Neon Katt of Team FNKI--a Faunus, who by my theories, was born and raised in Upper Atlas but had ancestors who came from Mantle. Rose Fox was part of the fortunate few whose families got lucky enough to catch a break. The rest---the greater percentage of the Faunus population are forced to toil away in the lower kingdom.

As a matter of fact, the humans of Upper Atlas Kingdom were a lot less humble than the few Rose befriended in the Barracks. On the contrary, there were humans of Atlas who believef that Faunus like Rose shouldn’t even be allowed within the upper kingdom. To them, their place in society should be down toiling away in the Barracks or any other part of the decrepit Mantle population.

This was an offensive terminology and assumption of her character that Rose despised with a passion. No one knew of the struggles that her and her parents had to endure just to get where they were in the present. No one knew of her father’s sacrifice. All those long days and nights he used to slave back in the dust mines of the Anima countryside just so he could provide enough food on the table to get his family through the month. No one knew of all those lonely cold nights her and her mother would sit up waiting for her father to come home safely from working double while they were stationed in the Barracks. All those times she spent comforting her distressed crying mother who was often very concerned for her father’s safety knowing the dangers of working within the much colder and less stable dust mines of Mantle.

No one knew anything about her at all so who were they to judge her as a whole based soley on her status as a Faunus? As far as Rose knew, she was blessed. Not pampered. As far she knew, her father had found his calling working for the Schnee Dust Company. If it weren’t for the SDC then her father wouldn’t have achieved the chance to finally provide the life he’s always dreamed for his family. Her father was making more than enough money to spoil Rose and her mother with everything they’ve ever wanted. As far as she knew, everything was as it should be. Everything was perfect, right?

Little did Rose know at the time, nothing is ever truly perfect or as it seems on the surface. And like any classic superhero origin events, these are the events that led to one Faunus girl becoming one of the most notorious vigilantes known to Atlas.

Rise of the Rose Hood

I’m going to dedicate to this section to Ly (@lythecreatorart.). I owe a lot of the ideas that went into crafting this side of Rose’s story to her brilliance and her Rose Fox variation: Rosaline Hood.

Here’s what I’m thinking: I have this small squiggly theory where part of the Faunus abuse and exploitation by the SDC is the higher ups (like Jacques Schnee) secretly blackmailing the Faunus employed under their company to take down their enemies for them. I couldn’t come up with a better name for this organized Faunus cabal so for the sake of this concept, I’m just going to dub them the Cerberus Triad for now.

The Cerberus Triad are a crime syndicate of Faunus secretly organized by the SDC to forcefully scope out and enlist vulnerable Faunus employed under their fine establishment to perform odd jobs on behalf of the company. And by odd jobs I mean crimes ranging from vandalism and burglary and even kidnapping, battery and in worse cases--- murder. All for the SDC.

Since World of Remnant mentioned that the SDC take pride in using shady tactics to out their competitors, my concept is through the use of their organized Cerberus Triad who are devoted to serving them, whether it’s their choice or not.

Basically think of Cerberus Triad as being the opposite of the White Fang. While the White Fang were more of a radical terrorist group who fought the humans proclaiming peace and equality for the Faunus race, the Cerberus Triad were Faunus who worked with the humans in charge of the SDC and profited from basically being their pawns at the expense of their freedom.

To the most Faunus involved with the Triad, at least the more dedicated members who’ve been so exposed to the lifestyle that they can’t afford to quit, they didn’t care if they were being used by the SDC. To the more third class Faunus who resided in the slums of Atlas and Mantle, the Triad was their one way of surviving. It was either that or death to them and their starving families. To those Faunus, they had nothing to lose. Why bother fighting against the humans when you can just as easily let their richest spoil you. All it took was just selling your soul to the SDC and getting your hands dirty taking care of their dirty laundry. That’s pretty much the concept I have for the Triad.

The Cerberus Triad are the property of the SDC and comprise mostly of poor Faunus---particularly the ones struggling to care for their families, who are at the complete mercy of the company. These Faunus are drafted to perform the SDC’s crimes for them under the promise of a better life.

A handful of these Faunus are roped by fellow Faunus who the Triad send to pull them in. The rest are threatened with the death of their families if they didn’t submit to the joining the Triad. The Cerberus Triad are the hellhounds who guard their masters’ identities and wait dutifully to be deployed against their masters’ foes. They are even willing to take the fall for their masters’ crimes (or worse), all the while the rest of the world remains oblivious to what the SDC has really been up to.

Though the hellhounds are indeed compensated handsomely for their services--- after all, the SDC is led by masterminds who know how to keep their pets in line; it doesn’t change the fact that these Faunus are forced into doing despicable things for the the SDC just for sake of keeping their families safe and cared for.

In reality, the hellhounds of the Cerberus Triad are no better than a pack of tamed animals who the SDC have by the throat and aren’t afraid to exploit their slaves as they please. The worse of the all are the Triple Threats--the proclaimed Heads of the Cerberus Triad.

In the Triad hierarchy, the Triple Treats are three alpha dogs---the ones entrusted by their masters to keep their identities a secret while additionally luring in and groom their fellow hellhounds. And should any of the pups lose their way, the Triple Threats are the top dogs the SDC deploy to ‘take care’ of them.

The Triple Threats are the prime examples of Faunus who have been so inbred in the culture of the Triad that they dare not betray their masters---willing to even kill their fellow Faunus brethren if it meant keeping their riches. To these particular Faunus, any life is better than having to rot away in the cold of Solitas. Even a life of crime.

I know these are all just ideas I’m spouting here but…admittedly this could be a pretty cool concept if done canonically. The White Fang are now a thing of the past as of the V5 and replacing them are the Faunus Militia Makes me wonder if there is a chance we might see the Belladonnas and Ilia Amitola returning at some point during the Atlas Trilogy as part of the subplot involving the Crimes of the SDC as teased by Adam Taurus in V6.

Through the White Fang, we’ve seen an example of Faunus willing to fight the humans for equality and freedom. Now imagine if things are different over in Atlas and Mantle where the Faunus who are slaves to humans being forced to do crimes for them. A concept similar to the Cerberus Triad could potentially be a nice contrast from the White Fang while still continuing the subplot of Faunus abuse. Who knows?

Resuming Rosaline’s story, Robyn Fox---her father, was secretly a hellhound for the Cerberus Triad. That was how he was able to acquire the income to get his family out of the Barracks up to Atlas. Like any hellhound, Robyn was rewarded with more money than he could ever dream off. Enough to provide his girls with the liverish lifestyle they deserved. Unfortunately, this also meant Robyn living a double life---lying to Marian and Rose about all the ‘good work’ he was doing for the SDC when the truth was that he was at the complete beck and call of the Cerberus Triad.

Through the Triad, Robyn would do things that he’d never be able to forgive himself for. Things that made him feel a tremendous amount of shame especially to his baby Rose who idolized him. One time Rose even told Robyn that she hoped she could do great work as a huntress someday just like what her father was doing with the SDC.

It was with this statement that Robyn Fox made a choice. For his daughter’s sake and his dignity as a father, he needed to quit his criminal ways. He needed to leave the Triad once and for all and let the world know the truth about the SDC.

Unfortunately for Robyn Fox, one does not simply walk away from the iron fist of the Cerberus Triad. It was a mistake he paid for with his life. At some point, Robyn threatened to quit the Triad with plans to rat them out to the Atlesian law enforcements. Without the Triad’s knowledge, Robyn had secretly been gathering evidence he had planned to use to expose the identities of masterminds within the SDC behind the Cerberus Triad. He had put together a list---the names of SDC members who Robyn suspected to be the Masters or at least accomplices as he gathered his proof. Among the names of the expected Masters was Jacques Schnee---the CEO.

Robyn had disclosed this plan to a dear friend---a fellow disgruntled hellhound who shared Robyn’s same sentiments about leaving the Triad for good. Robyn figured he could trust said friend. He was wrong.

As one might expect, Robyn’s so-called ally backstabbed him and ratted him out to the Triple Threats who then executed his death. Robyn Fox wasn’t just killed. He was murdered---corned like prey in the wilderness, beaten brutally to death before being shot through the head and left for dead bleeding out in the cold.

All the while this was happening; a petrified Rose Fox---too scared to move, hid somewhere else where the attackers couldn’t detect her. Rose had been out with her father when the Hellhounds came for him. Worried that they might hurt Rose too, Robyn stowed Rose away somewhere safe and told her that no matter what she heard, she must not move. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. Stay perfectly still.

So Rose stood still. She stayed as stagnant as a statue made of clay as masked assailants---at least five of them---took their shots at murdering her father while she did nothing. She couldn’t make out their faces from where she stood; not like she looked.

But she never forgot their scent. Their scent would haunt Rose in her nightmares for many days to come; particularly one person. The face of the last person her father saw before he was shot dead. In the name of the SDC, the culprit boldly announced before pulling the trigger.

As a fox Faunus, Rose has excellent hearing and sense of smell. Her sense of smell is strong enough for her to identity someone based on how they smell alone. This is ironically how she and Oscar reunited. She never forgot her best friend’s scent so she immediately recognized him after catching a whiff of his trail when Oscar and Ruby were exploring the Atlas school compound before Oscar’s first day at the academy. Let’s just say, to Rose Fox, Oscar has a rather strong odour to him that she can smell from a mile away.

This plays into the fun fact is that pine trees are known for their nice smell so now I’m imagining Rose Fox constantly trying to sniff Oscar because she really likes his scent; all the while encouraging others to smell Oscar too which embarrasses the poor farm boy.

Getting back on track here---following her father’s murder, Rose was never the same again. On the surface, she tried to be her old chipper self for the sake of her mother who was completely devastated by what happened to her husband. But at her core, Rose was hiding an insatiable taste for revenge. She wanted to hunt down the people who took her father away from her. She wanted justice and it was a justice she sought out for herself.

This is the part that I owe Ly for inspiring with her Rosaline Hood. In Rosaline’s Hood story, she is the Robbing Hood.

However in my Rose’s story; to make a long elaborate story short, her father’s murder inspired Rose Fox to become the Rose Hood.

Using an old photo of her father when he was a young adult, Rose used his likeness to create an alternate persona of the Rose Hood to live out her vendetta. No one would ever suspect that a mysterious male Faunus vigilante is in fact a teenage Faunus girl with a shapeshifting semblance, correct?

Initially, Rose had only meant to use the Red Hood to hunt down her father’s assailants---donning the face of a Deadman to bring the men who killed him to justice by his---well her hands. However the further Rose went down the rabbit hole, the more she realized that the problem was far bigger than she imagined.

Eventually Rose found her father’s list and started unravelling the truth about the Cerberus Triad and their Masters. It was something that ultimately opened her eyes to what the Faunus of her kingdom had to go through just to survive. It opened her eyes to what her father had to do just for them to survive.

That’s when Rose made a change. She decided to turn her newfound persona into a vigilante hero who fought the Cerberus Triad.

Since the Cerberus Triad would pillage on behalf of the SDC, the Rose Hood would arrive to actively thwart their crimes. At the time, all Rose wanted to do was stop the Cerberus Triad from hurting anyone else. But that objective changed for a second time when word of Rose’s adventures as the elusive Rose Hood became the talk of the town.

Before Rose knew it, the Rose Hood became a household name; especially within the Faunus community. A feat which humbled honoured Rose but still she maintained her cover. By day she was Rose Fox---your average 15-year-old first year Atlas student attending huntsmen academy. But by night, she was the Rose Hood fighting to stop the Cerberus Triad in hopes that her escapades would bring her closer to her real target. Rose had planned to finish what her father started---to bring down the SDC by uncovering the identities of the Masters and bring them to justice for all their crimes against the Faunus community.

Not before long, as the Rood Hood’s popularity continued to grow, he ultimately attracted the attention of a particular group of Faunus who would ultimately become his followers. Tired of being used by both the Triad and the SDC, this band of merry men formed the Robbing Roses, a cult of thieves formally bred by the Triad who now swore their allegiance to the Red Hood.

The Robbing Roses tracked Rose’s movements as the Rose Hood and one night, one of their founding members found him and begged the Hood to be their leader against the Cerberus Triad.

And so, Rose became their fearless leader. Under the guise of the Rose Hood, Rose secretly leads the Robbing Roses in her crusade against the Cerberus Triad and the SDC.

The Robbing Roses

The Robbing Roses were once Faunus who once worked under the tirade of the Cerberus Triad and now work with the Red Hood to bring down them down and the SDC. Whatever profits they managed to score from their escapades is then used to help these men take care of their families particularly the ones who still have family they were trying to take out of the Barracks and Mantle. Most of these Faunus are husbands and fathers who the Triad were easily able to manipulate before. Now under the Rose Hood’s leadership, they are free to fight against their original oppressors by thwarting their crimes and stealing back from them.

Since the SDC use the Faunus to create the Cerberus Triad to take out their competitors then the Robbing Roses fight to stop the Cerberus Triad while targeting the SDC. Since the SDC seems to be built on the blood, sweat and tears of the Faunus they exploit for their own selfish desires under the kingdom’s nose then it would only be fair that their fortunes should go to the Faunus, correct?

The Robbing Roses work to reveal the truth of the SDC’s true colours to the world, all the while stealing from these very rich Masters to give back to the poor they viciously exploited.

So in addition to stopping the Triad, the Robbing Roses plunder the various SDC establishments scattered throughout Atlas; taking what they can to help the families of the Faunus who are trying desperately to get out of the Barracks; particularly the one’s of those working among the Robbing Roses.

That’s the concept that I have for these guys. Imagine basically the Phantom Thieves from Persona 5 but with a Robin Hood spin on it. If Rosaline as the Rose Hood is meant to embody Robin Hood then Robin Hood isn’t complete without his merry men, right? I’m not sure what the Merry Men of Robin Hood’s story looked like however for the Robbing Roses, I’m seeing a full group of men sporting hooded capes; red like roses and full face masks to hide their true identities.

Dissimilar to the masks worn by the White Fang, the Robbing Roses wear masks depicting the very animals the Faunus of the Robbing Roses embody. The mask is white with intricate red detailing that resembles rose petals and thorns. Remember the Anbu from the Naruto anime series? Picture something like that for their masks designs.

And since we’re talking about Robin Hood and the Merry Men, then obviously there needs to be a Little John character too.

Here’s my idea: Though loyal to the Rose Hood, none of the Robbing Roses know of his true identity as the teenage Rosaline Fox. None except for one man. A bear Faunus--- who the others called Jahn Little. I’ll dub him that for the sake of this idea I’m going with.

Basically Jahn served as the right hand and second in command to Rose when she was the Rose Hood. Jahn was also the man who formed the Robbing Roses when they were just a few struggling members and was the person who sought out the Rose Hood in the first place.

When Rose decided to ultimately abandon the mantle of the Red Hood, Jahn nobly gave up himself to the authorities claiming himself to be the Rose Hood. When asked by Rose why he would take the fall for her, Jahn revealed it was because he owed a great debt to Robyn.

Remember that dear friend I mentioned before who ratted Robyn out to the Triple Threats?

It was Jahn but it wasn’t as it seemed. Jahn was forced into ratting out his friend since the Triads intimidated him into do it. He gave up his one trusted friend in the Triad to save his own skin. Jahn was actually there that night when the Triad murdered Robyn. He was the man who tried to warn Robyn of his hit but arrived too late to save him. He did however see Rose. It was the first time Jaune saw the daughter Robyn spoke so highly of; although the two would not officially meet until the Robbing Roses form.

As for Jahn’s motive for working against the Triad and going to jail for Rose---well let’s say it was done as a final act of selflessness because Jaune had nothing else he could lose. He had already lost his family. Wife left him when he failed to provide. Jahn only joined the Triad because he had hoped he could make enough to win back his wife and son. When Jahn wanted to quit, the Hellhounds had his only family---his wife and son murdered to prove a point.

Similar to Robyn, the loss of his family was Jahn’s eye opening moment. The moment that made him realize the Cerberus Triad and the SDC needed to be stopped once and for all before other innocent lives were endangered; Faunus and humans alike. It was the moment that made him cling to the image of the Red Hood as a symbol of hope. And what was ultimately his motive for taking the fall for the young Rosaline after learning her secret.

Rose was the one who gave Jahm hope when he needed it most so giving himself up in her place was his way for repaying the kindness that her and Robyn gave to him. Jahn may have acted in his own self-interest toward Robyn but he wasn’t about to do the same with his daughter. That’s the idea.

Final Thoughts| Garden of Roses

And…that’s it!

Phew! Alrighty, I think I’m about ready to wrap up this long meta. I was going to include another section to discuss more about what a Rose Fox Character could potentially mean for Oscar’s story arc. Buuuut…I believe it would be best if that’s yet another Pinehead Headcanon saved for a next day. Oscar’s Other Rose Part III, ya’ll!

Anywhozzits, as I’m closing off, I just would like to take this moment to personally thank Ly, Chelsea and Miki. You’ve seen me mention their names a lot throughout this post and I really do owe these three cool cats a lot for their encouragement and influence.

Lately this squiggle meister has been feeling kind of as if folks might be getting bored of reading my RWBY content. Not saying it’s true. It’s just a lingering concern of mine with each post I make to Tumblr. So when I first shared my Oscar’s Other Rose Pinehead headcanon, like any idea I wasn’t sure how fellow FNDM fam might respond to it; especially the Pineheads.

But when I saw Ly create Rosaline Hood, as I told her, I was floored man! Then after Ly came Chelsea with her adorable Rosalind Hood and now Miki with Ianthe Regim. As someone who generally tends to talk a lot in her posts, words are not enough to describe just how genuinely happy I felt seeing all three of these beautiful Roses.

It’s because of this why I am completely open to their being multiple interpretations of the Rose Fox Character. When Ly first shared her Rosaline Hood, I didn’t want to be like “Her Rose isn’t the real Rose because she doesn’t look like my Rose”, y’know what I mean? HELL to the NAH! I was over the freaking moon seeing her first character design for Rosaline Hood the first time as well as her adorkable storyboards of Oscar and Rose’s friendship. I love seeing those. Maybe this post might’ve even inspired a few of those drawings. Who knows?

The same is to be said for Chelsea’s Rosalind Hood and Miki’s Ianthe Regim. Speaking of Miki, love, love, LOVE your drawings of all the Roses together interacting. Beautiful!

I welcome ALL incarnations of the Rose Fox Character. Even though Rosaline Fox is my version, I am more than happy with anyone else creating their own Rose Fox-inspired character. It’d be lovely to see this garden grow. It’s actually really cool when ideas inspire more ideas. My original headcanon may have helped inspire Rosaline Hood from Ly but it was Ly’s Rosaline Hood who helped inspire Rosaline, Rosalind and Ianthe too. It’s freaking crazy and I love it.

So yeah, if anyone is interested in making their own Rose Fox characters, you’re more than free to do so. The one thing I ask is that you share them with yours truly once you’re done since I’d love to see them. Just…uhm…no rule 34 level of inappropriateness please. I am open to more Roses but respectfully keep that kind of stuff out of the garden, please and thank you mighty kindly.

What would actually be beyond awesome is if the Concept of the Rose Fox Character becomes so popular that even the CRWBY Writers pick up the idea and actually decide to add their own version to the canon of RWBY. Yes, yes, I know that’s mega wishful thinking here but a squiggle meister could dream, can I?

For now, it just gets me excited seeing art of all the Roses that blossomed so far. What’s left for me to do now is to finish up my design of Rosaline so that I can join Ly and Miki on drawing all the Roses together.

I planted one tiny seed of a Pinehead headcanon and from it blossomed not just one but now four Roses, all lovely and rich in their own unique way. That’s enough for a huntsmen team.

Even though I shared all of this ideas for Rosaline Fox and her story, that doesn’t necessarily mean that my concepts are set in stone for other versions. To my fellow Rose Fox parents, you guys are more than free to use elements from Rosaline’s story for your Roses or create your own if you’d like.

Speaking of:

What’d you think of Rosaline Fox now after reading her story?

@miki-13, @lythecreatorart and @che1sea-xiao-long, you guys asked me for my thoughts on your Roses and your ideas for their respective stories; now I’d like to know your thoughts on Rosaline’s if you don’t mind.

And if anymore Roses are to spawn, they are welcome in the garden as well. As I told Chelsea and Miki, this squiggle meister is fully on board with this Garden of Roses: A Rose Fox Multiverse that’s happening here.

I love that Rosaline now has three fellow Rose Fox sisters whose stories she helped shape and who’s own stories helped shape hers. I don’t usually indulge in creating content from my RWBY theories and headcanons but your contributions have made this so much fun and for what it’s worth, I hope we can keep having more fun with our Roses.

Who knows? Maybe from this I can get the nudge to create more RWBY Squiggle OCs inspired by other Pinehead headcanons I’ve made. Like Tippetarius from this Pinehead headcanon right here. I guess we shall see. For now, let’s keep the fun going guys. Thanks for reading!

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PROMISE - CHAPTER ONE

Plot: Jungkook forces Yoongi to make him a promise that could potentially kill him and destroy their relationship forever.

Character Info: Drug Dealer Yoongi, Aspiring Artist/Barista Jungkook, Drug Cartel Boss Taehyung, Drug Dealer Namjoon, Drug Runner Jimin, Secretary Seokjin, Former Drug Dealer Hoseok.

Pairing: Yoonkook, Taekook

Warnings (this will update and change as the chapters go): Drug Use, Drug Making, Smoking

Words: 4677

Authors Note: This was actually one of my first fics right after I wrote Song of Temptation so don’t mind the subpar writing during the first few chapters I’ll be releasing back to back. Not that I’m an expert now but the writing is not as developed since I was starting out. Also the aesthetics are very much inspired by HYYH Yoonkook. I kind of want to do a story like this while also writing De Morte Magicae because it helps keep a little ‘grounded’ I guess. Anyway enjoy and let me know your thoughts in the replies or my inbox!

After sunset was the best time to paint for Jungkook. The sun setting was a beautiful sight but he wanted to capture the aftermath when all the warmth faded away. Flowers were hugging themselves to sleep leaving him with the small waves and light breeze that sneaked through his jacket for a moment causing a shiver through him. White canvas on his lap, Jungkook’s pencil scratched across the surface mapping out the view before him. Nothing but the horizon and the dull powder blue sky reflecting on the dancing sea, occasionally splashing sprinkles of cold water on his face if the wave was hard enough.

This was where most of his time was spent. Sitting at the pier, trying to find the perfect time to paint a scenery. It was either here or back at the apartment painting inanimate objects or his unfinished project of Yoongi’s piano. Jungkook hadn’t done a project of the sea in a long time so this was perfect. Not a lot of people appreciated this time of the day—it was so serene and calm as nature bids a temporary farewell to the sun. Spending full days at the apartment got stuffy sooner rather later especially when he was the only one in when Yoongi was off to the drug den. That thought alone made him restless every single time it popped up in his head. Even part-time shifts at the café weren’t enough to calm his cabin fever.

A child laughing echoed behind him, Jungkook turned back to see a small girl looking over at him with a smile. He couldn’t control the immediate grin that stretched across his lips while the girl’s parents were walking in front of her, going further away than normal. Waving his hand, he alerted the child to keep walking which she quickly abided before Jungkook was back to his view. It was rare to see children in these parts of Busan. Most sensible people realize that it wasn’t the safest neither the most luxurious of places, run-down buildings, sketchy clubs and cheap motels with ruddy studio apartments. It was the epitome of being on the wrong side of the street but Jungkook called it home.

Ruddy studio apartment with love and support was much better than a mansion filled with yelling and judgement. Jungkook found peace in the peeling steel and rusted stands near the pier that showed off the clean sea. He could breathe here. The colours of the sky reflecting on the water beat any gold or diamond he had seen in his childhood. Now the colours were going to resonate on his white canvas as Jungkook mixed his blues with white to match the tone. His fringe prickling at his eyelashes as he focused on the strokes of his paint brush, letting his mind move with it almost lulling him to sleep.

His phone timer went off after a few hours to jump him back to reality if he went into a daze in his work. He wanted to stay much longer but Yoongi would have be home soon so he packed up his things in his khaki bag and made way to his black van that still shined in whatever dull light was left in the day. Looking back at the sea again, Jungkook took another deep breath before climbing in and driving back to his studio apartment.

As per usual however, Yoongi came home around an hour after Jungkook got back making him rethink his early depart from his project. Warm lights were on now to illuminate the room even though there was a blush of purple and pink in the sky still. With a long sigh the male decided to heat up some ramen and dig in at the tiny dark wood dinner table placed on the corner of the apartment with their shared bed adjacent to it. From where Jungkook sat, Yoongi’s light brown piano was in full sight. He could easily imagine Yoongi playing his pieces on it every day while Jungkook would paint but that hadn’t happened in months now. Every single day seemed to be busier than the last with the older male to a point where Yoongi’s dark eyes and messy mint hair were becoming a permanent look.

The door opened with a thud and Jungkook was interrupted mid-bite of a large ball of ramen. Yoongi groaned and dragged himself inside closing the door behind him before finally meeting his gaze. Exactly as he suspected with under eyes darker than ever and his hair looking unwashed for a couple of days. “Ramen again?” He mumbled, placing a box on the table.

“Not really a five-star cook… correction, not your personal cook,” Jungkook retorted, gesturing towards the kitchen counter on his right where his share was. “What’s in the box?” He asked, averting his gaze to his own food as Yoongi walked to get his.

Jungkook mildly dreaded asking whatever was in the box because anything that was concealed from him was either a gift or much to his fear, work brought home. Gifts were nice but his work coming here brought more anxiety on him than he could handle. He could have been with a cute barista or just a pianist he would have been fine but now Yoongi had to be a damn drug dealer working for a highly influential drug cartel in Busan. That was pretty much all he knew about it and he wanted to keep it that way for a very long time.

“It’s the art supplies you were looking at. Said your brushes were shedding,” Yoongi mumbled nonchalantly as he dug into his ramen sitting in front of him.

Eyes widened, Jungkook’s gaze flickered over to the box as Yoongi slid it over towards him so he could see the neatly displayed line of brushes with the same tips as the ragged ones he owned. A sense of warmth passed through him seeing all these new tools just waiting for him to use it until that feeling was replaced with anxiety once again. “Where’d you get the money for this?”

The older male’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean where I got the money? I got a job, you know,” He spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. The atmosphere in the apartment was already heating up much like the back of Jungkook’s neck.

Jungkook sighed. “I know…just doesn’t feel right,”

Yoongi stayed silent but he could feel his gaze on him making him slightly uncomfortable. It wasn’t everyday Jungkook talked about his feelings when it came to his work but he wondered a lot. How long was he going to keep doing this? Was this a full-time thing? Was he under watch? Was he in danger? It was a constant scene of questioning whether it was safe being so close to this kind of business. Then again, he imagined that leaving alone would not be good for his safety either. Which was why he had to convince Yoongi somehow.

“I don’t have any other job, Kook. If I want to buy something for you, the money’s going to come from there,” Yoongi’s tone didn’t change much aside from the slight tinge of irritation when he asked this question.

He was reluctant but he spoke again. “Is it really that hard?” This time Jungkook spoke out of curiosity. People resigned from their jobs almost all the time but Yoongi was persistent more than normal.

There was a moment of silence and Jungkook expected it to stay that way but he heard Yoongi’s voice again. “It’s not just a job. Living out on the streets, you don’t get much of a long line of options. I was good at dealing and I was bound. They didn’t just hire me. They took me in…kinda like family,” He shrugged. “A lot harder to just leave people who gave you a reason to live…albeit selling drugs isn’t the best of reasons but I’m still here,” It was the most Jungkook had ever gotten out of Yoongi and he felt his chest tighten a little. Leaving family was lot more difficult than just resigning from a job, that was true. All the pressure on him seemed to make him more vulnerable to talking about these things which Jungkook didn’t know if he was supposed to be glad or worried.

The younger male gulped as his mind racked through every possible thing he could say. So many things he wanted to say. But he could only blurt out one thing in hopes of Yoongi understanding. “Maybe now there could be another reason for you to live than selling drugs,” Jungkook kept his gaze on his cooling ramen before slowly moving his eyes up to meet Yoongi’s softening gaze.

An audible sigh passed the mint haired male before he shook his head. “As soon as the tattoo’s on…I’m stuck,” For the first time, Yoongi gave him an apologetic look worrying Jungkook that this must be it. Yoongi wasn’t going to leave anytime sooner or later. “It’s just the way it’s going to be,”

That was about their tenth conversation which failed in Jungkook convincing Yoongi to leave this drug cartel. But for the first time, Jungkook slept the night with a tinge of pity. It wasn’t Yoongi’s fault that he couldn’t leave. Gangs were like this from what he had known. No one got out of it even if they thought they did. He hated the idea but that didn’t change how things were.

Jungkook had a morning shift at the café which he didn’t appreciate since he wanted to work out before going to the pier. It was the usual faces asking for the same things which was easy enough although he may have slightly rushed through. The thought of possibly finishing his shift quicker to sketch the ideas running around his head.

When he was heating up milk, a voice made his head shoot up. “Jungkook, is it?” Brows furrowed when he was met with a stranger’s face, orange hair catching his eye. That was until the man smiled brightly at him as if he knew him already which confused and worried him far more than it should have. “I’ve heard about you. Didn’t know you worked here,” He continued.

Jungkook accidentally placed his hand on the side of the steel jar that had the steamed milk causing him to jerk back. Placing it down on the table, he opted to continue making his drink without making much eye contact with the stranger. “Sorry but…how did you hear about me exactly?” He gulped. “I don’t think we’ve ever met before,”

The other man chuckled a little. It was far too sweet for what he was making Jungkook feel right now. “Of course we haven’t but I’m a friend of Yoongi’s. From work. I saw your picture in his wallet after a little peek,” He gave a cheeky smile. “I’m Jimin if Yoongi hadn’t mentioned which I’m pretty sure he hasn’t, the bastard,”

Jungkook let out a nervous chuckle trying to look more friendly rather than frightened. It wasn’t a regular thing to just find Yoongi’s work mates knowing who he was. The idea didn’t sit well especially since it wasn’t a normal corporation. Jimin knowing his face could either be helpful or dangerous. “He doesn’t talk about work much at home,”

“Ah, yeah it can be a little stressful,” Jimin scrunched his nose for a second. “So what do you do at work? I don’t see you around Yoongi in the day,” He gave him a curious look that confused Jungkook. “Are you a runner?” He smiled brighter.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Sorry?” He placed the finished order on the counter for the waitress to take to the table before facing Jimin again, curiosity now filling him. “I only work here…and I’m an artist, I guess,” He shrugged.

The other male didn’t look like he believed a word he was saying before laughing again. He leaned forward on the counter. “No need to lie to me. It’s alright if it’s embarrassing. What do you do at the den?” Jimin kept his smile on display although Jungkook’s anxiety was slowly transforming into an ounce of fear. Why was he so persistent on the fact that Jungkook worked at the den?

He shook his head again being just as persistent. “Sorry but I don’t work at the den at all. Never have,” That answer seemed to send a strange surge through Jimin because his smile and his charming nature almost disappeared instantly. Jungkook hated that he didn’t know why that was such a horrible piece of information. He wasn’t part of a criminal gang. Wouldn’t that be a good thing?

Jimin cleared his throat. “Right uh—sorry. Could I have an espresso?” He quickly changed the subject leaving Jungkook with more questions and his desire to be out at the pier now a long forgotten need.

When he came back from work with some warm lunch, Yoongi was caught on the piano playing an old piece. Eyes lit up seeing his fingers easily glide along the keys that were slowly catching onto dust in the past few months. His hair didn’t look as messy as it was not too long ago, his under eye circles were still present but a few days of good sleep would surely fix that as well.

Jungkook set the food on the table before walking over and sitting down next to Yoongi on the bench. “Never thought I’d see you on this again,”

“The apartment was getting quiet,” Yoongi mumbled, the corners of his plush lips curling upwards while his eyes were focused on the keys. His body seemed to move along with notes as he played them, swaying to a point where Jungkook thought he could fall asleep just by looking at him. “Any suggestions?”

Jungkook couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. The scent of their food now clouding the room making it warmer and homely. “The one you played when I was painting you. I liked that one,” He muttered softly.

Yoongi didn’t waste any time gliding his fingers once more, the familiar sound making Jungkook’s ears twitch. Both didn’t speak when the older male played. All Jungkook could do was sway his head, closing his eyes letting the music cause pleasant surges through his body. “I do have another reason to live now,” Yoongi mumbled, keeping his gaze on the keys but Jungkook was now alert, lips parted. “If only I found that reason sooner…things would be different,” The music was playing softly in the background now as the younger male took a deep breath. “But things don’t change that easily,”

It was becoming a lot clearer why Yoongi suddenly decided to sit at the piano. While Jungkook appreciated having this time with him, the few minutes they had which weren’t daily routines or the troubles they face. Right here at this piano was their personal bubble of everything they could want and love. But now it was becoming a reminder that this place was exactly what it always was. A bubble. And they were going to have to get out of it soon or someone might pop it for them.

Jungkook wanted to mention his work friend visiting him at the café and the strange conversation they had but he just wanted this time to be theirs. Only theirs just for a little while. “I don’t want everything to change,” He rested his head on Yoongi’s shoulders, his soft shirt creating a thin pillow while the scent of cologne touched his nose. “I like this part the best,”

Yoongi’s shoulder shook slightly when he chuckled. “We can keep this part for as long as you want,”

“And the pier. You need to come to the pier with me one day,” Jungkook’s head shot up, the hair of the side of his head sticking out a little which Yoongi brushed down. “You look like you need to fucking breathe,”

“Hey you don’t look your best when you’re tired as fuck either,” Yoongi nudged his shoulder making the younger male laugh.

“At least I still have my youth,” Jungkook teased.

Yoongi scoffed. “You’re gonna pay for that,” He pinched his thigh lightly causing him to giggle.

Two mornings later, Jungkook was forced awake by Yoongi hissing under his breath as if to try and stay quiet. He assumed the older male was on the phone until he heard another voice. Trying not to look like he was awake, he turned his head a little to hear the conversation better. He probably shouldn’t be eavesdropping but they weren’t speaking too softly.

“Kid could be a good asset. Even being a drug runner—” It took a few seconds but Jungkook recognized the voice. Kim Namjoon was one of the drug dealers at the den Yoongi was working at and it didn’t take a genius to notice that he ran most of the business aside from Yoongi himself. Jungkook knew vaguely because he was the only person from work that seemed to have no problem visiting Yoongi from time to time.

“He’s not a fucking tribute, Joon,” Yoongi growled lowly. “I’ve told you time and time again. We’re not having this conversation anymore,”

“Out of all the damn rules, one’s clear is that the boss doesn’t like outsiders meddling with our workers unless they’re clients,” Namjoon argued yet Jungkook still wasn’t entirely sure who they were talking about. Although he dreaded the assumptions going through his head. What Jimin was so stressed about when he said that he didn’t work with Yoongi. “Jungkook is definitely not a client and they’re going to find that out sooner or later so you need to show off your purpose for the boy,”

“I’m not selling out my boy, alright? I don’t want that shit messing him up,” Jungkook’s mild anxiety relaxed at Yoongi’s words. “Tell Jimin to stop nosing around and for fuck’s sake, tell him to keep shut around Taehyung,”

He heard the other man sigh in defeat. “Alright, just don’t say I didn’t warn you. Taehyung isn’t as lenient as his dad. You saw what he did to Sungmin. I just don’t want that happening to you,” Soon after, Jungkook heard footsteps and the door closing leaving a frustrated Yoongi to mutter to himself.

While it was relieving to know was that he wasn’t being forced into some job in the gang to save his own skin, that conversation was stuck in his head all day. Jungkook understood the risk of being with a man that works in a business like this but he had never heard of a rule where he was literally prohibited to do so. Especially from the business itself.

Jungkook went to the cafe after getting himself ready while Yoongi had already gone to work before they could talk. Although he didn’t know what he was going to talk about since the older male had no clue that he overheard them talking. The café was slower than usual and he didn’t get a surprise visit from Jimin again after the way he left. Jungkook now began to understand why he was so stressed when Jimin found out about him not working at the drug cartel. Was it that bad? He thought.

Was Yoongi risking his job by being with him? Or worse, his life? Anxiety pushed through him as he accidentally let the milk get too hot erupting a heated complaint from a customer. Though none of their harsh words drove him away from the thought that Yoongi could be in danger just by being with Jungkook.

Unless…

Jungkook left the café early after an earful from his boss, walking down the street for the first time away from the direction to the pier. Instead he made his way towards the far side of the town where a line of ruddy restaurants built. He could almost smell the products being made from here and it certainly wasn’t gourmet food of any kind. He promised himself that he would never set foot in this place ever. But here he was, opening the door to one of the restaurants which didn’t look much like one at all. There were tables with people covered in thick smoke which tortured his nostrils making him cringe a little but he tried to keep it hidden.

It wasn’t too long until he felt eyes on him. Suspicious and judgmental stares that pierced right through him, making it highly obvious that he was a strange face here. Nevertheless, Jungkook kept walking hoping he would run into Yoongi somewhere but his way was blocked by a large man tall enough to almost crush him with his foot. Gulping, Jungkook slowly glanced up to meet with a tan, gruff man who did not like his presence here at all.

“You have an appointment or something?” The man almost growled.

Jungkook shook his head like a meek child. “No… I’m…I’m a friend of Yoongi,” Unfortunately the man didn’t look like he believed him which made him walk closer to him. Jungkook’s knees were growing weak and the skin under his clothes breaking a sweat.

“Leave him be, Do,” Jungkook heard Namjoon’s voice from behind the giant that was in front of him. When he moved out of the way, the younger male saw Namjoon wearing a striking yellow lensed pair of glasses which shone against the dull light inside the den. He visibly sighed at the sight of a familiar face although even Namjoon was confused as to why he would be here out of all places. “Something wrong, kid?” He walked over to where Jungkook was still quite frozen.

After a few seconds of stammering, Jungkook was able to speak not without giving a glance to the giant that was still glaring at him. “Nothing’s wrong. I came here to see Yoongi…and you. It’s important,” His heart pounded against his rib cages, he was worried Namjoon might hear it too.

Namjoon’s brows were furrowed but he still nodded before leading him further inside the den. Jungkook felt like he was walking into the room naked with the way the people were looking at him with drooping eyes through the cloud of smoke. He heard muffled noises of machinery to where he assumed was where whatever product they were selling came from. Or something much worse. The walls were an unpleasant green against the dull lights. He spotted a large, intricate painting of a red tiger on the wall as they came towards a flight of stairs like the tattoo Yoongi had just under the back of his neck.

Up the stairs, he was met with a strange hallway. The right had a wide glass window where he could see lines of people sitting at desks and packing something quite robotically. Jungkook could spot some flashes of white in the packages which made him gulp as he looked forward instead.

“We really could’ve just had this meeting at your house. This place isn’t for everyone,” Namjoon seemed to have sensed his anxiety or Jungkook was terrible at hiding it.

“No, it’s fine,” For what Jungkook was planning to do at this moment, he would need to create a stomach for things like this eventually.

At the end of the hallway, there were two doors. One on his right and the door was open while the other was right in front of them, closed. Namjoon opened the door without knocking now standing at the entrance almost as an attempt to hide Jungkook for a few seconds.

“I fucking told you not to disturb me right now, dude,” Yoongi grumbled. Oh, he was not in the good mood, was this a good idea? Should he run right now?

“I know but I think you really need to pause for a minute,” Namjoon walked over to the side letting Jungkook walk inside the room to meet with an utterly shocked Yoongi. The older male dropped the papers he was holding back onto the table before standing up.

“Joon, can you give us a minute?” Yoongi addressed but Jungkook refused, shocking him further.

“He needs to hear this too,” Jungkook glanced at Namjoon then back at Yoongi.

Namjoon closed the door behind them before walking towards the table and resting on the filing cabinet adjacent to it. Jungkook took a deep breath during the silence as Yoongi tried to relax back onto his chair to let him talk. “I’ve…decided I want to join the drug cartel…if Namjoon will have me as a runner. Just let me know what I need to do,”

“You want to what?” Yoongi growled the last word, gripping at the edges of his table almost as if he was throw it. “No. Not a fucking chance, did you put him up to this?” He turned to Namjoon who looked as bewildered as Yoongi did.

“Joon didn’t have any say in this. Two people now know that I don’t work here and if it is really important then I’m willing to do it,” Jungkook’s knees were shaking again though he hoped Yoongi wouldn’t notice. Not when he was making such a bold claim.

Yoongi shook his head, looking down at his table clearly not convinced. Jungkook wanted to take comfort in his persistence but that almost meant his life being in constant danger. If more people found out about him being an outsider, who knows what could happen? “Kook, go back home, okay? We’ll talk later. I don’t want you getting into this,”

“But I already am. I think I’ve become pretty involved just by being with you,” He took a few more steps forwards so his hands could lean on the edge of his study table. “Let me do this. I’ll keep working in the café and everything will be the same,”

Namjoon kept his head down as they spoke, arms crossed over his chest. Yoongi merely glanced at him before sighing. “Everything won’t be the same. It seems like it now but a lot of things change when you dedicate to places like this. You wanted to be an artist, remember? How are you going to do that when you’re here?”

“You think every artist that existed was some kind of saint?” Jungkook retorted.

“No but you could at least try,”

Jungkook shook his head, annoyance now gripping him at Yoongi’s stubbornness to agree with him. “Namjoon, you said something about a runner…when do you think I can start?”

Yoongi’s head shot up. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I think you fail to realize that it isn’t up to you whether I take the job or not,” Jungkook challenged.

“Actually it kinda is considering it’s my den,”

“This is yours but Joon can arrange something for me since he was so eager to have me in the cartel,” Jungkook turned to the older male who was stammering a little in midst of this argument but he nodded either way. “Unless…”

Jungkook could see the smoke coming out of Yoongi’s ears and the grip on the edge of his table tightening.

“Unless what?” He spat.

“Unless you leave the cartel entirely,”

Yoongi relaxed as his face softened while Jungkook kept his gaze without blinking, his eyes burning a little. “I’ll go back home without talking about this again…if you leave with me,” It was a big risk knowing how Yoongi was so persistent on staying in his gang. What if he did agree into letting him in the gang? That was what you bargained he thought with great worry.

Silence plunged into the room as Yoongi rested back on his chair, his fingers over his mouth now. Jungkook took a deep breath before the other’s gaze was on him again. “Alright…I’ll think about it,” Yoongi emphasized. “Just give me a minute and we’ll talk at home, okay?”

“Promise me,”

“What?”

“You…need to promise me that you’re really going to do this. Make a decision instead of leaving me hanging.”

Yoongi sighed before nodding. “I promise.”

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shirtkingstore · 3 years

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Wonder Egg Priority – 05 – Scrambled

We hadn’t been privy to Aonuma Neiru’s Egg missions until this week; only the interludes between recovering from battles and purchasing new Eggs to protect. Her dream-battlefield is a majestic suspension bridge with a huge city nightscape as the backdrop; as bold and dramatic as Neiru herself is modest and unflappable.

Her egg this time is a runaway dealing with an abused, but Neiru has it covered, darting around the bridge like she’s in FLCL and defeating it with her compass-turned-gun with action movie fluorish, complete with the catchphrase “I’m going to blow your mind.” She means the words literally.

The runaway thanks her savior, but Neiru remains businesslike and aloof. She’s not doing this for her. She’s merely completing objectives, like a good operative. In a thematic transition only a eclectic show like WEP can pull off, we shift to real life, with Ai welcoming Neiru, Rika, and Momoe to her home.

Ai can’t contain how happy she is to have friends over, and neither can her adorable mom, who recognizes Momoe as Sawaki-sensei’s niece. Ai mentions that Koito seemed to have a thing for Sawaki. Rika, in true Rika form, stirs up a conspiracy that’s plausible enough to give Ai pause: What if Koito was dating Sawaki? What if she got pregnant? What if Sawaki only visits Ai regularly because he suspects she has proof of the affair?

The talk of Koito and Sawaki leads Ai to remember when Sawaki was sketching her for a portrait as his means of entry to a life of painting. In the memories Koito seems to be projecting envy in the way she tells Ai that if her heart isn’t in being Sawaki’s subject, she’d better bow out, as his “future is on the line”…as if an adult man’s future should be anyone’s responsibility but his own!

The messy can of worms Rika opens and stirs threatens to curdle the vibe of Ai’s friends’ visit. It also reinforces the fact that a great deal of mystery surrounds Koito’s death. When Rika asks why she doesn’t just ask her mom, who seems to be close to Sawaki, Ai voices her reluctance to make her mom worry more than she clearly already is about her string of recent unexplained injuries, which…fair enough!

Rika gets that. So do the other girls. No matter how nice and understanding her mom is, nothing good can come of Ai telling her she sneaks out at night to fight monsters in her sleep on behalf of youth suicides…it will only worry her more! That’s what re-knits the tentative bonds Rika’s speculation briefly frayed and lightens a conversation that had turned dark: the four of them can’t tell anyone.

It’s their story that no one else knows about. While before they were toiling alone, not even sure what the fuck was going on, now they have context through each others’ shared burden. They are seen by one another; they recognize the pain, guilt, and curiosity in one another. Then Rika and Ai compare mothers: Rika took one look after being born and thought “this lady wants to stay a woman her whole life and never be a parent.” Ai wonders if her perfect, imminently capable mom drove her dad away.

There’s an excellent exchange in which Rika looks Neiru’s way after stating that capable women can spoil men, both because she sees Neiru as capable, and because it’s her turn. They’re playing Jenga, and the way Rika steers the convo throughout makes the group dynamic almost feel like a Jenga game in and of itself: gradually removing blocks while maintaining integrity. In a similar fashion, Rika pounces on Neiru and tickles her. She doesn’t get the right spot at first, but when she finds it, Neiru can’t help but burst into laughter, while Ai and Momoe note how well the two opposites get along.

We can’t be sure if her battles on the bridge take place before or after the friends meet at Ai’s, but her latest egg is a real piece of work, criticizing Neiru’s hair while going off unbidden about the ephemeral nature of a girl’s beauty, and how dying while at one’s most beautiful is preferable to becoming an “ugly hag” in a pointless adult life.

The four girls meet up and break into a shuttered bowling alley and arcade. Acca tells them to get out of there and buy some damned eggs already, but they push back, declaring what they’re doing to be necessary “group therapy”. Ura-Acca lets them have a little fun, declaring that “soldiers” need R&R.

For a few blissful hours, four girls who have been battling monsters in their dreams get to live their lives as ordinary girls. Momoe talks about how at least six people have confessed to her—all girls—but only Haruka saw her as a girl. Remembering how she handled Haruka stripping before her, she wonders if she could have done things differently.

While Rika and Ai are off playing a different game, Momoe and Neiru have a chat while playing a racing game. Neiru points out that Momoe doesn’t necessarily hate being popular, even with girls. Neiru concedes that, adding that “sometimes you end up enjoying something even though you didn’t mean to.” That’s something Neiru needs to hear, especially as she’s enjoying hanging out with the others despite herself.

Later, in Acca and Ura-Acca’s garden, the four exchange contact info for future hangouts together, and Rika lies on her back, looks up at the sky, and asks a very fair question: Why don’t they stop buying eggs? Rika admits she got caught up in her mission, but at the end of the day Chiemi “died on her own”, and dying isn’t “playing fair”, so why should she bear responsibility? She asks the same questions of Ai, as Koito died without ever talking to her, and may not even want to come back to life.

What if their egg-protecting missions led to them meeting each other in real life, and now that they have new friends, they can ditch the eggs and dreams, move forward together, and live their lives? Again, this is all fair, and I’m glad Rika goes with her instinct to probe and prod and bring up hard truths regardless of how she’ll be seen by the group. It means she feels safe enough with them to to do.

The problem is, this isn’t just about bringing their respective friends back to life. That was never the case with Neiru, because her statue is of her sister. Her sister ran away and jumped off a bridge, but only after stabbing Neiru in the back, quite literally. To this day, the scar aches and keeps her awake, especially when she tries to forget her. It’s like a curse she’s trying to exorcise from her body. As she tells the eggs she protects, she’s not doing it for them…she’s doing it for herself.

In a similar way, Ai’s desire to keep going isn’t only couched in saving Koito or righting any wrong she might have done. It’s to crack the mystery; to feed her insatiable curiosity, like a splinter in her brain that won’t let up until she has the answers. As Ura-Acca puts it to the stricter Acca, the girls are in a state of teenage rebellion: they’ll stop if told not to stop, and will keep pushing boundaries to build up their own identities.

Back in the battle protecting the girl obsessed with the pure, inimitable beauty of youth, Neiru realizes the three pompom-like monsters aren’t the Wonder Killer’s true form, it’s the girl’s hair. After shooting it, Neiru notes that her sister (whose statue stands on the edge of the bridge) “tempted” her to die by stabbing her, before ending her own life.

Was her sister’s rejection of reaching adulthood an ultimate act of rebellion against What Is and What Should Be? As with Ai’s inquiries into Koito, it’s a question that may only be answered if they keep fighting—egged on by the Accas all the way. I just hope that the fact the four girls are not alone in their struggles will make those struggles a little easier to bear.

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aestas-wishes · 7 years

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Prince!Wonwoo

this boy

so cool, like in the calm and serene way

it could be the hottest part of a desert but just being around him makes you feel cooled off

but like that’s only on the outside

his inner self is a super goofball

not on seungcheol’s level, but he’s up there

for example, he’ll be on his way for a meeting with some great important person. and he’ll just be mindlessly doodling or looking out the window

and when he looks out the window his driver sometimes thinks that he’s thinking about the future or some deep stuff

nope

he thinking about how good it would be to have some fried chicken right about now

because let’s be honest, we all need a constant supply of fried chicken

anyway, he’s a goofball, but only when he’s comfortable around people

otherwise he’ll just be silent and cool, reading his books and stuff

secretly thinking about chicken

okay, moving on from chicken

one day, wonwoo’s parents decide that it’s a good idea to paint a portrait of the crown prince, like all other crown princes before him

sooooooo they hire the best artist they could find in their kingdom

enter you, dear reader, best artist in the kingdom

you normally stay in your apartment on the outskirts of a nearby city, painting to your heart’s content.

when you get the message that you will be painting the crown prince, your heart skips many beat

you’re extremely happy, do not get me wrong, like for the first ten minutes you’re bouncing around and screaming like a madwoman

but then the anxiety sets in

like holy crap you’re painting the prince

what if you mess it up

what if you accidentally make his nose too big?

what IFFFFF

you spend the next five hours worrying about how much you might fail

then you realize that it’s pretty pointless to worry.

you still do anyway.

but you go to the palace anyway

because you can’t deny the prince or his family

you stumble in with your paints and palette and brushes

you brush a stray lock of hair out of your face

apologize for making them wait even though you’re perfectly on time

you take a look at the prince

wonwoo looks at you

and he just smiles

and you immediately feel a little calmer than you once did

he’s just sitting there on a stool waiting for you

“sit down, please, and set everything up,” he says as he stands up

you nod nervously and smile

you get everything set up and wonwoo walks over to your station, just watching everything being set up by your graceful and precise hands

his father told him just to wait to be painted, but he can’t help himself

he looks at all the different brushes

“whats all this?” he asks, honestly curious

you look up at him, surprised

he takes half a step back and smiles

“sorry, i’ve never seen tools like this before,” he says with a grin

you chuckle in surprise

“what? not even a paintbrush?” you ask

he laughs and you feel butterflies breackdancing minghaoing in your stomach

“no i’ve seen paintbrushes, just not this many different kinds,” he admitted, picking up a fan brush and stroking the bristles

you take the brush back and start mega info dumping about the brushes and different paints you brought with you

he just listens and kinda gently messes around with the mustache

“It looks like mustache,” he murmured, grinning

you roll your eyes,

when you’re finished, you look at Wonwoo

“so what are you going to do to paint me?” he asks gently

you take a look at the portraits of Wonwoo’s predecessors, all perfect oils and look refined and regal

you slowly wince, because you don’t think you can see Wonwoo as this way all the time

“i don’t know, maybe i’ll just paint you like your father was painted,” you sighed, and Wonwoo looked at his fathers painting as well

“paint me how you think i should be,” he said steadfastly, turning to smile at you

you feel your cheeks get warm but you nod, getting everything set up

for the next couple weeks you come in and paint Wonwoo while talking to him, making jokes and general smiling at each other

it’s all amazing

you take breaks and then wonwoo brings you to see his garden

and he’s just a goofy bean

and you can’t help but chuckle and do quick sketches of him

you find out more about each other, and about how clumsy both of you can be

but it all goes to heck one day

you’re in the middle of painting him when his father

the KING

comes in to see what you’re doing today

he sees so many colors and his son smiling in the painting

he just stops for a moment

the room is dead silent

you just stare in horror as disgust burns in his eyes at the painting

wonwoo is the first to speak

“father-”

“don’t try,” the king sneers, turning to wonwoo

fear is plastered on wonwoo’s face

“you’re my only heir, wonwoo. you carry our legacy.” he starts to speak, slowly and coldly

his voice is a frozen wasteland

“I expect you to act as such,” he continues, lecturing wonwoo

he turns to you

“please redo the painting in a more dignified manner.” he tells you before leaving

both you and wonwoo release a slow breath you didn’t realize you were holding

you looked at wonwoo

he looks at you

you can’t bear to hold his gaze

“i think i should go home for today,” you murmur

wonwoo opens his mouth to stop you but you’re already starting to pack up and leave

he does nothing to stop you

you leave the castle grounds and head back to your home

you fall on you bed and just stare at your wall for a very long time before you realize you were crying

you wipe your tears and stare at the portrait that the king hated so much

all you could see was the prince smiling at you, like he had just finished laughing at one of your jokes

it was almost taunting you

it confounded you

it really made you kinda PISSED

how could something this beautiful make the king so angry

needless to say you did not return to the castle for a very long time

weeks passed

wonwoo missed you more and more with each day

it was driving him crazy how much he missed you

even some minister’s mustache reminded him of you

the king noticed wonwoo growing more and more grumpy

he had sent letters to you, and wonwoo did too

but they all ended up on your desk, for you were too busy

busy fixing the painting, so that it was good for the king

it was he who was paying you after all, not the prince

you were barely sleeping or eating

you devoted all your time to that painting

which might i say is unhealthy!

quite! qUITE uNhEaLtHY!!!!

anyway

your hair is in your face

you’re sweating because you are so stressed, and you feel like this painting is worse than ever

you glance over to your desk

you pick up a letter, wiping your forehead

so, so, so tired

you read something about offering more money, triple what you were going to be offered in the first place

your head really hurts

pounding, throbbing, drums

wonwoo decides enough is enough

you pick up another letter

vision blurring

“please come up”

“i loved the painting”

“i loved having you around”

“i love you”

you hear a knock on the door, and you feel yourself hit the floor

then darkness

you wake up in your bed, and with a monster headache

the headache to end all headaches

your eyesight focuses and above you you see wonwoo, making sure your forehead is cool and you’re comfortable

“if i’m dreaming, dont wake me up,” you mumble, giving a breath of relief

you hear a soft chuckle in return

“i’m afraid that you are no longer dreaming” wonwoo smiles at you

finally you’re aware enough to know what is going on and you start pushing his hand away

“oh wonwoo, get out of here! i have to get back to work, your painting,” you started to protest and sit up

but wonwoo gently but FIRMLY pushed you back into bed

“no you’re obviously ill, even a prince like me can see that,” he responded, getting some food out of a basket he brought

“uuUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH”

“what?” wonwoo asks, looking at you concerned

“i just need to work on your painting!” you shout

“your stupid painting that I can’t ever get right and its horrible horrible HORRIBLE,” you start weeping

wonwoo just quietly holds your hand while you shake and weep

you calm down eventually after minutes of crying

“y/n, i know you’re porbably stressed-”

“prOBABLY?!?!?!?!!!!!” you screech

wonwoo blinked and shook his head

“you are VEry stressed, and i’m sorry about that. but please hear me when I say i love the painting you did, the first one”

“oh shut it.” you cover your hand

“no, listen, it was magnificent. almost as magnificent as you,” he murmured softly, stroking your hand.

you go still

“what was that?” you whispered

wonwoo took in a slow breath. he forgot that he had said that

it kinda fell out. whoops

but there was no going back

“y/n, please don’t think this forward of me, but i think i am… well… terribly in love with you,” he said quietly

silence fell on you both

“wonwoo,” you spoke

“don’t say anything, you’re sick, you silly,” he said quickly, going back to taking care of you

everytime you treid to speak, he shot you down

eventually he left

you got better

you began work on your painting once more

and a month later you sent a letter to the king telling him that you were coming back with a finished painting

he told wonwoo and he was ecstatic

the day finally came around when you arrived with a covered painting

the king gathered an audience for the great reveal

you went in front of them with the painting

you took a breath

wonwoo met your eyes and smiled

“this picture is the mage of the prince that will one day be our king. i hope you all like it.” you announced before taking the cloth off the painting

it was the original painting, finished proper

the king was flabergasted, but wonwoo couldn’t help but grining

“i love it!” wonwoo shouted, running to pick you up on his arms

he hugs you and sweetly kisses you on the lips

you are shocked but kiss him back

when you pull away you are smiling

“i think i love you too, your highness,” you grin

wonwoo chuckles and just kisses you

and its SOOOOOO CUUUUUUTE LET THE PRINCE HAVE HIS TRUE LOVE

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagine #seventeen imagines #wonwoo imagine #wonwoo scenario #seventeen scenario #prince!au #prince!wonwoo #btsastroand17wishes #member: wonwoo #wonwoo scenarios

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thepaperpanda · 7 years

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Like Father Like Daughter || Part II

Words: 1485

Warnings: blood

Author: Cass

Arlene has been waken up by sunrays. She growled softly, slowly got up and walked to her suitcase and sighed. “Why I didn’t unpack it yesterday…” She smiled softly and quickly found grey shirt and black skirt. “This will be perfect” Arlene said and put things onto armchair. Then she grabbed her dressing-gown and went downstairs. “Do you ever sleep?” She asked and smiled looking at her father.

“I had to get up earlier … Bigger breakfast.” He smiled.

Arlene nodded “Dad… Can I get a hug?” She asked quietly.

Hannibal looked at her and walked to her, he slowly took her into his arms. “Something’s wrong…?” He asked and looked at her, stroking her cheek.

“Nothing… I just. I missed you dad.” She said and smiled at him.

Hannibal smiled back and kissed her forehead “I missed you too. I’m glad that my Sanglante Dame wasn’t caught by Police.”

She nodded “Yea… Someone got too close to me… I thought that it will be good to be with Police man… I thought I will have easier access to info… I will know when I will be able to work and when I need to stay quiet.”

“He got too close?” Hannibal asked.

Arlene only nodded “Yea… I was able to manipulate him…. He killed himself and I moved out.” She said.

Hannibal smiled and kissed her head “I’m proud.” He said. Arlene smiled “I will go and wait at breakfast.” Woman said and walked to the table.

After breakfast Arlene went to take shower, she brushed her hair and put on clothes that she prepared earlier, she also put on black high hills and glasses. Then she walked to her father. “I think you will be big distraction for my patients.” He smiled. “Don’t worry dad. It will be fine.” She giggled “Can we go?”

He nodded “Let’s go.”

Arlene took her bag and followed her father.

Arlene walked inside office. Ohhh… How she missed this place. Every small part of it. She could remember times when her father was showing her his sketches… They were really brutal like for 12 years old girl. She remembered days that she spent here with Hannibal. She walked along the wall looking at paintings that she saw few years ago. Place didn’t change and it was good. In this one room… There was too many of her memories.

Arlene put her bag down and sighed softly “So… I better go and look at papers.” She said, still looking around.

“Just be quick. I want to have you by my side when patient will come.” Hannibal said.

Arlene blinked “I’m sorry I though..” “You will be my assistant. You will be close to me whole time. Patients trust me… So they gonna trust my daughter.” Man smiled and Arlene nodded slowly “Okay… Sounds great.”

Arlene looked at papers, many cases were interesting. She didn’t knew why but only one name coughed her attention. “Will Graham”. Arlene even didn’t start read when she heard knocking, she got up from her place and went to open doors.

Man looked confused “Um… Doctor Lecter… Is He here?”

“Yes I’m.” He said and smiled at man softly.

Man walked inside “Good… Who’s this young lady?”

“This is my daughter. I hope you don’t mind her being here. She is my assistant, She is studying and I want her to get as much experience as it’s possible.” Hannibal explained and Arlene smiled at man.

“Oh… No… No. If this only will help this beautiful young lady then I can accept this. If she took your path it means she is worth my trust. Like father like daughter.” Man said happily.

Hannibal smiled and nodded “Let’s start.”

Rest of the day was the same. People were coming and leaving. Some of them had normal problems, some were psychopaths in some points. Arlene really enjoyed this. She was sitting on couch and listening… Learning about all of those sick minds. She had her notebook in hands. Writing down every important thing for her observation. Patient after patient… She was listening to the sounds of their voices, she watched their movements, their faces, but the most important she listened and watched Hannibal. Studying his every word and move.

After many hours Arlene finally said goodbye to last person “Good night and see you next time.” She said politely.

“Tired?” Hannibal asked and looked at her from his desk.

“Not really. It was… Interesting. Too bad that this day is over… I could...” Arlene was cut off by door.

Someone just walked inside. It was man, not too tall. He had dark curly hair and glasses.

“Hannibal I thought I won’t catch you… Who’s that…?” He asked looking at Arlene “Are you busy?”

“No, It’s my daughter.” He said looking at man.

“You… You have daughter?” Man asked, looking really confused.

“There is many things you don’t know about me, Will. Sweetheart please go close main door and come back here.” Hannibal looked at Arlene.

Arlene nodded and went to do what he asked her to. Now she could recognize that name, she saw it in papers this morning. Arlene had to admit, he was interesting as a patient… And he was handsome.

She returned back inside and slowly walked to desk. Arlene sat in chair and took her notebook, she started slowly write her new notes.

After that meeting Arlene got up from her seat and walked to her father.

“So… This is your daughter? My name is Will Graham.” Man said and offered his hand.

Arlene took his hand “Arlene Lecter.”

Hannibal looked at them “Will… Tomorrow we have less work to do. I want to invite you at small dinner 8p.m?”

Arlene blinked and looked at her father. “Um, okay. It sounds… 8p.m then. Thank you that I could talk with you and… I was nice to meet you.”

“You too, Will.” Arlene said quietly.

When man left, Arlene looked at Hannibal “I thought you shouldn’t be friends with patients.” She said.

“He is other case.” He said and shrugged “Ready to go… We need to get some things at tomorrow’s dinner.” Hannibal said and looked at Arlene.

Woman looked at him and smiled “Oh… I will help you with pleasure father.” She said nodding.

“What he did?” Arlene asked, looking at fresh blood covering her hands.

“No one important, really… Man from newspaper… He was really getting onto my nerves…” he growled.

“That’s explaining a lot.” Arlene smiled and helped her father.

This was her favorite part. Hands still covered in warm blood, buried deep inside dead body.

“You missed this, sanglante dame?” Hannibal smiled.

“Yes… I missed this so much. So… Now we cut here… And we have lungs, I need to say he was a really healthy man. What we gonna do with him?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about that.” He said watching her.

Arlene smiled, looking at her hands. She sighed heavily because she couldn’t stop herself. Woman started lick the blood off of her hands, Arlene moaned from happiness. “Merveilleusement!” She said and laughed “Ne peut pas attendre!” Arlene growled happily and continued to lick blood off of her fingers.

Arlene cleaned herself up and sighed happily “Mmmm… I love that, I needed that!”

“I knew it will make you feel better.” Hannibal said and stroked her cheek “Go home… I will take care of rest, just be careful, Sweetheart.” He murmured.

Arlene nodded and nuzzled to his hand “I will be careful, father and you have to be careful too” She said before leaving.

At home Arlene sighed sadly and shivered. “Too bad that stuff in France got so messed up.” She growled to herself and went to change.

When she got downstairs, Hannibal was already in kitchen “Want to help me? We will prepare meat and it will be great tomorrow.”

Arlene giggled “You know that blood is more my thing.” She said and walked closer. “No, thank you, father. I rather would like to watch. You are a Master in kitchen.”

Arlene watched his every move. He was so gentle and careful with meat.

He looked at her “You look tired. Go to bed sweetheart. We have work to do tomorrow and dinner to make.” He said.

Arlene sighed softly “You are right father. I will go to bed. I love you.”

Hannibal whispered. "I love you too sweetheart… Now please go to bed and rest. You had a hard day.“ With every word he walked closer to her, Hannibal wrapped arms around Arlene and pulled her closer "My brave little girl.” He whispered, stroking her cheek “Good night.”

Arlene nodded “Good night dad.” She said quietly and went to bedroom.

Hannibal came to bedroom to check on Arlene. He sat on bed and gently touched her cheek “My good girl, I will need to do something.” Hannibal said and then left the room.

#hannibal lecter #Hannibal #hannibal nbc #Hannibal x oc #Hannibal lecter x OC #fanfic #fanfiction #like father Like Daughter #doctor hannibal lecter #hannibal fic #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal fandom

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jetbootcollection · 7 years

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A Hero’s Vacation, Ch.2

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Characters: Marinette/Ladybug, Adrien/Chat Noir, Alya, Nino, OC(s)

Summary: Reuniting with an old friend goes about as wrong as it could.

Tags: Fluff, Self-Indulgent Fluff, Angst, No Romance (for canon characters), Gratuitous use of OCs, Headcanons Abound

Words: 7975

Chapters: 2/?

<<Chapter 1 , Chapter 3>>

Nino liked hearing Alya talk. She had that perfect level of sass in everything she said and could make anything sound interesting. But this was getting ridiculous. Ever since that foreign hero had arrived in Paris, Alya had been scouring the internet for info on more heroes. And boy, did she find it.

By now Nino knew that there were heroes in Tokyo, Cairo, and Seattle, probably more he didn’t care to remember, along with then names of a dozen such heroes. For three solid days, Alya did nothing but info-dump about some new hero she had found. No one was safe from her overflowing knowledge, having even cornered Chloe into listening.

Marinette, usually the one to reign her in when she got going on about Ladybug, had done nothing to stop her. If anything, she had encouraged Alya to research Eagle and his teammates in the beginning stages. But now she was suffering alongside Nino and the rest of the school.

“The school should just hire her to teach a class. At least then we would have an excuse to not care.” Nino said while leaning back boneless in a library chair. The librarian had kicked Alya out enough times that this had become the official safe zone.

“Be careful what you wish for. I saw her carry a portfolio into the headmaster’s office, so she may have already asked.” Adrien said from across the table, trying to at least look busy reading a book to justify taking up a seat in the crowded library. Looking up to make sure his friend was not going to break his headphones in frustration at the news, he sees Amoux coming towards them.

“Sorry to overhear, but I agree. Alya needs to chill out.” His French was getting better and he was starting to pick up phrases. He sat down in the last remaining chair and began taking out his own work to do.

“Bro, I am so sorry for you. She’s been on you all day. How did you get away?” Nino asked, genuinely curious but trying to be subtle. Alya’s international superhero stint had started with Amoux, so of course she wanted to know more from the only person she knew with firsthand experience.

Amoux smirked as he explained his escape.

“It was not hard once I say ‘I do not know the words to describe him.’ I start talking in English and she lost interest. I was like, ‘Oh Alya you must understand, [Eagle is handsome and courageous like you wouldn’t believe. And huggable! Just look at those feathers and tell me you don’t want a piece of that.]’ She didn’t want to waste time translating, so she moved on.”

The boy seemed quite pleased with himself, making his English sound as close to Alya’s ramblings as possible. Adrien and Nino had caught on to his impression of her and found it hilarious. Not enough to laugh, because that would get them kicked out and put them at risk of another Alya lecture.

“Sounds to me like you have quite a lofty opinion of Eagle.” Marinette turned around in her chair behind Amoux. She too was hiding from Alya and, though she would never admit to it, had found a seat as close to Adrien as possible.

Amoux’s checks took on a pinker shade as he realized the girl had understood what he had said. Good thing he hadn’t said anything too revealing, or he wouldn’t be able to play it off so easily.

“W-Well, I do. He was the best Seattle hero.” He said, trying hard to not panic when he turned around to face her. This school’s English class was rudimentary but well balanced, so she would have the basics down if she paid attention. During his visit to her home he had noticed a pair of framed degrees from a baking school in London, so she might get some of it at home. Just how much English did she know?

Marinette read his face to mean something completely different.

“Don’t worry about it, Amoux. Thinking about your favorite hero that way is completely normal. I’m sure half of Paris would jump at the chance to steal a kiss from Ladybug.” Marinette assured him, her own checks darkening a bit. She only had eyes for Adrien, but her fans could be very passionate and she would be lying if she said she didn’t get anything out of the attention.

“Don’t forget Chat Noir. He’s quite the catch too.” Adrien offered. Compared to Labybug, he had fewer fans that were bold enough to make a pass at him. But when they did, they went all out. Too bad he only had eyes for Ladybug or he would be the most eligible bachelor in town.

“I hear you, dude. I wouldn’t mind a date with the Chat.” Nino said without thinking. The surprised looks from his friends made him quickly amend his statement. This was not how he wanted to come out as bi.

“He’s the coolest dude I know. A friendly date with a guy like that would be dope.” Nino tried not to shy away from it but failed. If the nervous look on Adrien’s face was anything to go by, he had weirded him out.

“E-Excuse me a minute.” Adrien said and he pushed out his chair and marched off to the library bathroom. Nino was decimated. He didn’t have feelings for his best friend. He didn’t want to lose him either.

“Oh man. I didn’t think he would be that much of a ‘phobe.” He said as he flopped onto the table, popping his hat off and nearly cracking his glasses. Marinette wanted to comfort him but didn’t know how. Her parents might as well be saints, so she had grown up learning that people who rejected love based solely on gender were toxic and wrong. Adrien deserved the benefit of the doubt, but Nino deserved better than this.

“I do not believe that. Adrien is a very accepting person who respects the feeling of others, no matter what form they take. Him running away was likely because he thought you were expressing interest in him directly. It’s possible he was thinking of the clothing line he modeled recently, called ‘The Chat,’ which was inspired by Chat Noir himself, and made the association. Once he realizes his mistake he will return to apologize, happy that you no longer carry the burden of keeping that side of yourself a secret.” Amoux spoke calmly, almost hypnotically. There had been no pauses of thought. His French was impeccable.

The library was a quiet place by design, but the silence had deepened. Everyone within earshot had been listening in since halfway through the speech. Slowly but surely, they all went back to what they were doing but remained in stunned silence.

Adrien came back from the bathroom not a second later. He raised an eye brow at the sudden silent focus in the room. The librarian must have put her foot down.

“Man, it’s quiet in here.” Adrien whispered as he approached, unaware that he had indirectly caused it.

“Nino, listen. I’m sorry I bailed like that. There was this fashion line I modeled and-“ He didn’t get to finish before Nino got up to give his best friend a bro hug.

“Dude, it’s cool. Amoux explained it.”

“Explained what?” Adrien asked. Amoux had gone back to his book to not pull any more attention to himself. He looked a bit sheepish.

“I do not like doing that in public. But emergency times call for emergency measures.”

Being Eagle for so long meant that some of his powers came through even as a civilian, which meant he saw things that most people could not. It went beyond how people held themselves, eye movements, eating habits, stress responses. With a good memory and long enough observation, he could predict how people would react and know their reasoning.

This time, Amoux could not shake the feeling he had gotten lucky. Something about Adrien just didn’t make sense. There was an invisible wall in his mind pushing him back as he tried to look deeper. Despite his drive to develop his talents and desire to be able to read anyone right down to the core, something, some force, prevented him from wanting to pry into the matter.

Thinking about it, only one other person shared that trait. And she was sitting right behind him.

Sophia sat on a bench in whatever random art gallery Alex had dragged her to. In another life they would both have been artists, but Sophia enjoyed the creation process far more than the presentation. It was an overcast day in Paris with the clouds threatening to rain, so they had planned a day of indoor tourist activities. The two needed to fill time while their kwamis recovered from swimming and sprinting halfway around the world, so here they were.

Alex came back from wherever wing of the gallery she had wandered off to and sat down. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the fact that her partner was on her phone in such a beautiful place.

“[Some pretty neat pieces in here. Makes me wish I had brought my sketch pad.]” Alex said wistfully.

“[It would have gotten warped from being in a backpack for so long. But check this out. The local superteam has a really great blog dedicated to them.]” She handed Alex the phone, which had done a decent job of translating the blog into English. Scrolling, she found an article that piqued her interest.

“[‘Heroes of the World’ huh? We might be featured in that.]”

Sophia leaned in to see. The article had a lot of slang that did not translate well, but was surprisingly well put together and researched for a fan-made article. Each hero had an expertly trimmed photo of them in an action pose at the top of a four-paragraph description of their powers and achievements. Finding her own, she liked what she saw.

“[‘Salmon becomes more powerful in water, making her a gift of god to America’s wettest city.’ I wouldn’t mind replacing my wiki page with this. Mine’s so stuffy and rigid compared to yours.]” Alex whined.

“[That’s the point of a wiki page, babe. Straight to the point and dense as hell.]” She did little gestures to emphasize her point, earning a giggle from her partner.

Alex went back to the main page of the blog and finds Eagle in all the thumbnails for the video posts that week. After watching a few, she hands the phone back to Sophia.

“[He’s been in two fights so far. One before we saw him on the news, and one last night.]”

“[Too bad we couldn’t make it to that one. I really want to see those kids fight in person. That Ladybug girl looks like she’s got a lot of spunk.]”

“[We need to find Eagle soon before we run out of money. Too bad we can’t predict when or where their next fight will be…]” Her voice slowed to a trickle as she realized what she was saying. Alex prayed that Sophia had not gotten the same terrible thought she had. Snapping to face her partner confirmed the presence of The Planning Smirk.

“[No. Nope. Nuh-uh. We are NOT going to stage an attack on Paris just to find Eagle.]” But it was too late. Sophia was already looking into her backpack to check up on her kwami. The Planning Smirk had grown to face-splitting proportions as she started giggling menacingly and hurrying to the exit.

“[Don’t you dare! Our visas don’t cover terrorism! Sophia! Stop! Come back here! SOPHIA!]” Alex shouted with growing worry as she chased her partner out of the gallery and onto the street, drawing concerned looks from the tourists they passed.

Sophia knew it was a bad idea. But she was planning to just knock over some small trees, maybe pop a gate off its hinges, make as small a mess as possible as dramatically as possible. She could hear her partner crying hysterics behind her as she ran. As she rounded a corner looking for a rundown park to vandalize, she caught a momentary glimpse of a black butterfly with purple highlights fluttering past.

“[Oncoor! Surf’s up!]” Out of everything her partner had yelled, this is what stopped Sophia in her tracks. She knew Alex was upset with her for charging into her plan without thinking it through, but surely not enough to transform in the middle of the street just to chase her down.

An inhuman roar of rage, followed by panicked screams, was as clear an answer as she had ever received in her live. Her partner was pissed.

Alex stomped around the corner, eyes engulfed in hot blue fire. Her transformation’s usual silver scales were now a vibrant white with orange patches, both tipped with black. Instead of her trident, she carried a pair of oversized fishhooks with some nasty looking barbs.

“[Salmon? Fishy Cakes? Look, I know you’re mad-]” Sophia took a few steps back.

“I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU! ALWAYS RUNNING AHEAD LIKE NOTHING COULD GO WRONG! LET’S SEE YOU RUN ONCE I GET MY HOOKS INTO YOU!”

“[Salmon? What are you saying!?]” She cried, instinctively turning to run.

“I’M KILLER KOI NOW! AND YOU! ARE! FISH FOOD!”

Sophia broke into a full-on sprint, thankful that her many years holding a Miraculous meant that some of her powers had started leaking into her civilian form. While not superhuman, she could out pace and out last Olympians. Her angry partner was no match for her speed normally, but was now keeping pace with some effort.

“[Help!]”

“This Eutectic Point, circled on the graph on page sixty-seven, is the point at which the mixed liquid phase and both the alpha and beta solid phases have the same energy. If we modulate the concentration of the beta phase, we can force all of the alpha phase into liquid form by keeping the temp-“ Ms. Mendeleiev was interrupted by the sound of a crumbling building in the distance and no less than seven phones getting an akuma alert.

Marinette took a deep breath and began her escape.

“Oh my gosh an akuma this close to the school! I gotta hide!” She screamed with a well-rehearsed look of panic plastered on her face. She didn’t care if her classmates thought she was a coward. With as many close calls she had experienced in her civilian form, she felt more than justified given the circumstances and would defend herself as such.

Alya didn’t even bother making an excuse and ran off. Adrien took advantage of her predictable behavior.

“Alya! You can’t just run off like that.” He said just loud enough that she would not hear as he ran after her. Another collapsing building echoed nearby, which got the rest of the class moving.

Some quick transformations later and Chat Noir was running along the rooftops with Ladybug swinging up from the street below. It didn’t take them long to find the akuma and the woman she was chasing.

“Wow, she can run.” Chat said as Ladybug threw her yoyo to swing down to save the woman. Grabbing her, she recognized the woman as one of the tourists they had helped.

“[I need a place to hide!]” She pleaded.

Ladybug could barely understand her through her distressed tone but swung back up to the rooftops.

“Chat!” Ladybug called to her partner while she pointed to a stairwell door, not wanting to verbally give away her plan. They got to the door at the same time and closed in behind them as softly as they could to not draw the attention of the akuma. The tourist put her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

“[Do you know why the…um, monster, attacked you?]” Ladybug asked, searching for a word to use for ‘akuma.’

“[She…was mad…that I left her behind.]” She said between panting. Ladybug quickly translated for Chat.

“That seems like a lame reason to get akumatized.” He said with suspicion. This tourist was recovering surprisingly fast from having just set a land speed record, he noticed. Ladybug elected not to translate it back.

“[Alright, I’m ready. Let me just get my work clothes on.]” She said to a confused Ladybug. Surly she had misheard.

“[Itippa! Full steam!]” A brown streak flew from her backpack to her ear and she erupted into light. A second later, the tourist had been replaced with a masked hero much like themselves. She wore a skin-tight suit made of brown velvet, over which she wore a crop top leather jacket and a wide belt that was buckled with a large brass cog. Old fashioned welding goggles sat on her forehead in front of the stubby beginnings of antlers. Attached to her wrists were a pair of brass hooves that could flip down to cover her hands.

“Much better. We need to be careful with this fight. She’s pissed, but she’s still my partner. I’m Moose, by the way.”

Ladybug and Chat Noir stared in shock at how openly another Miraculous holder had just transformed in front of them and seemed to instantly learn their language.

“You kids alright? All I did was…ooooh. Right. Should probably explain that.” The French heroes nodded, wanting to know more.

“I don’t mind transforming in front of you guys. You don’t know my name and only know I’m from America. Go ahead and try guessing my identity. As for how you can understand me, active Miraculous holders can always understand each other. Learned that one on a trip to Mexico City. I’m actually still speaking English.”

She sure was talkative and it was a lot to take in, but they were used to weird things happening around them. When you fight people that use powers ranging from anti-love to pigeons, strange becomes the new normal.

“So that means Eagle doesn’t actually speak French.” Chat concluded.

“No, Eagle was French to begin with. You would think his suit was meant to be all patriotic, but it’s actually the French flag. How is my little fledgling, anyway? He’s why we came to Paris and…and why Salmon got mad at me…” She deflated a bit.

“I wanted to fake an attack to draw out Eagle. Just big enough to raise the alarm, then put everything back when he arrived. I didn’t think Salmon would get mad enough to corrupt her Miraculous.” Moose apologized. She absently rubbed her hands together, clinking her hoof guards occasionally.

“It was Hawkmoth that did it. He sends out evil butterflies to make people his minions by amplifying their negative emotions. All we have to do is find what object the akuma is hiding in and break it.” Ladybug explained. It felt weird having to explain it after so much time dealing with akumas. But here she was, explaining for the second time this week.

“Do you know of anything that she was holding that would be important to her?” Chat continued where Ladybug had left off.

“The earring on her left ear is fake. I made to match her Miraculous to even out her look so she wouldn’t have to take it off all the time to not look lopsided. It was an anniversary gift, so I’d say that’s pretty important.” Moose said while stepping back out onto the roof, boots clinking as the brass hoofprint on her heels met the surface. Killer Koi was nowhere in sight, but the angry roar being carried on the wind pointed them in the right direction.

Chat Noir’s ears had perked up, interested in the implied relationship.

“Anniversary? Are you two…“ He could not help but ask as he built up momentum to cross to the next roof.

“We’re married, yes. The superhero program is legally a scholarship for a university that doesn’t exist, so we get more money if we’re married. Might as well elope, right? So we did what any pair of dishonest scholarship elopers would do and played along with the pet names, hugs, backrubs, little kisses, stuff like that. A couple months in we realized it was real and we never looked back.” It was clearly a story she liked to tell.

Ladybug could practically hear the wheels spinning in Chat’s head, even over the sound of her yoyo chord. She knew full well that he was going to redouble his flirting now that he had evidence of partners-in-justice becoming more.

Chat Noir, to his credit, did not immediately launch into a flurry of pickup lines.

Amoux had a hard time finding a place to transform. His classmates had so much more experience finding the nooks and crannies in the school building that he gave up and found an alley way instead. Scanning for any open doors or windows, he opened his bag to poke at a snoring ball of feathers.

“[Avees, wake up.]”

“[Hero time? Bit early. Sun’s still up.]” Avees stretched with a tiny yawn.

“[New city, new hours. Now get it in gear and let’s go.]” With that little pep talk, the tiny eagle lazily floated out of his bag on outstretched wings. One more yawn and Avees nodded that he was ready.

“[Avees! Wings up!]” He whisper-yelled, lifting his arms as if taking his own command. The kwami became a black streak as it shot towards his collar.

Unlike any other hero he had met, Amoux had found his Miraculous at a young age. He and Avees were coming up on their tenth year together. The kwami had explained to him that transformations become more and more complete over time, with total transformation into an eagle taking a lifetime to happen. Changes in form happened in stages, and he was on the third stage. While each stage became more powerful, most Miraculous holders freaked out and/or retired before they got too far. Learning how to shoot his bow using heavily modified feet had been tricky but worth it for the magical accuracy that came with it.

As Amoux became Eagle, his arms melted away to become wings. He flapped to get off the ground before his feet became talons. Not long after, he knees bent backwards. The familiar sensation of feathers growing all over his body was accompanied by the sudden weight of a quiver on his hip. Taking a moment to adjust to his altered anatomy, he hears the telltale sounds of destruction becoming more distant.

Eagle gives an almighty flap of his wings to shoot out of the alley way and into the air. He surveyes the damage done by the latest akuma victim, flying wide circles over the destruction. Following the warpath carved through Paris, he quickly finds a university aged woman wearing a competition swimsuit with white fish scales running a quarter of the length of each limb. The glint off the sharp point of one of her fishhooks nearly blinds his sensitive eyes.

Remembering the unfortunate habit of his old teammate’s trident doing the same thing gave him a rattling thought.

“I guess all super powered fish like to make my eyes sizzle.” He said to himself with closed eyes, dreading the idea of having to fight someone with Salmon’s powers. His quiver vibrated to signify an incoming call, saving him from the terrible thought. But wait, Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous belonged to a completely different set. How could they be calling him?

Kicking the bottom of the quiver to accept the call, a screen extended on a telescoping rod to give him a better angle on it.

“Hey, Eagle. Long time no see.” Moose said through the phone, the background of the video call a rapidly bobbing horizon. Her voice was bright but her nervousness was palpable. Eagle flinched hard enough to send himself into a tailspin.

“What are you doing here?! Whose covering Seattle?”

“Earthquakes don’t happen every day, you know. We can go on vacation without the city falling into the sea…again.” The gasp behind Moose told him that she at least had Ladybug with her. But there was no ‘the second time wasn’t my fault’ in the background. Salmon took every opportunity to defend her honor whenever the Great Floods came up in conversation.

“…Moose, where’s Salmon?” He squinted at the screen. Not to read her face, but to convey his suspicion.

“About that…You got eyes on the fish monster thing?”

Eagle turned to confirm he had not lost his target. He did not like where this conversation was going.

“That’s Salmon.”

Moose closed the phone built into her hoof guards to the sound of a continues string of colorful curses. She knew that Eagle was going to give her a stern lecture once this all blew over.

“You get the location from him?” Chat asked.

“No, but I can practically hear him splitting quills from here. Hang a right.” She kicked off a chimney to make the turn, knocking off a layer of loose mortar.

“We need to keep her out of the river. Call the police and have them set up a two-block perimeter along the north bank. I’d do it myself, but they would probably prefer a hero they know speaking actual French.” Moose continued. Ladybug rolls her eyes as she pulls up the one cop on her contacts list she was on a first name basis with. So much for the ground rules.

“Officer Roger, it’s Ladybug. I need a huge favor…” She didn’t seem confident it would happen.

“Local police that bad, huh?” Moose asked Chat.

“It’s more like we don’t have the authority. The police set up barricades how they want, usually to protect landmarks.”

“Europe is weird.” That was all Moose had to say about that.

“I know, right? Ladybug can fix anything once the fight is over, so I don’t see why they bother.”

“I take it back. Europe is awesome!” She had been wondering how Paris repaired things so fast.

A few rooftops later, Ladybug had finished her call. It was only then she realized how far ahead she was. Moose was dragging behind, with Chat keeping her pace to be a gentleman.

“Something wrong? I get it if you don’t want to fight your wife, but we need to get going.” She could see Eagle circling in the distance. The akuma must have traveled halfway across Paris by now.

“She needs me. You couldn’t keep me out of this fight if you tried. I’m just not used to these super even rooftops. I usually use the kickplates mounted on the sides of skyscrapers to get around. Or run on the street in the bus lane. Whichever’s faster.” Moose hid her jealousy of the tools at the French heroes’ disposal. All she could so was punch, kick, and headbutt things real hard. Great for sending stuff into orbit, not so great for getting around town.

“Well, isn’t this interesting. I’ve never had the pleasure of bringing a Miraculous holder under my wing.” Hawkmoth said to Killer Koi through the pink laser mask that appeared in front of her face. It had taken far too long to establish a link with his newest minion.

“Shut up, old man. I’m not here to go your dirty work for you.”

He pecked through her surface memories, looking for something to use. Alone in his lair, he grimaced when he found that she was gay. Hawkmoth chose his words carefully.

“It seems you’ve had a bit of a lover’s quarrel. She will surely have enlisted Ladybug and Chat Noir to her side by now. You will need to disable them by removing their Miraculous if you want to level the playing field.” He offered as advise, exerting as much of his control through the link as he could without resorting to inflicting pain. Miraculous holders were resistant and strong willed, it seemed, and could not be outright commanded to do his bidding.

“…Now that sounds like a plan I can get behind.” The laser mask faded as she went back to raining havoc upon the city.

She had lost sight of Sophia ages ago. That girl could be anywhere by now with that super speed she liked to brag about so much. Might as well keep destroying stuff to draw her out. She was about to leap up to smash an out of place red windmill when the cavalry arrived.

“If you wanted to see the Moulin Rouge that badly, all you had to do is ask.” Moose flirted as she did a perfect three point landing across the street. Despite the serious atmosphere, Ladybug couldn’t help but groan. Chat was taking mental notes, she just knew it.

“Just you and two shoobies? You really think you can stop me?!” Killer Koi challenged as she threw a fishhook at Moose. Thinking fast, Moose flicked her hoof guards into place and punched the hook. The hook was heavier than she thought it would be, stopping dead with a deafening metallic clang instead of being rebounded. And the force behind it just kept coming.

Maintaining the punch meant she was vulnerable to the leaping overhead smash coming down on her. She would have taken the hit had Chat Noir not extended his staff to knock Killer Koi out of the air.

Furious at the interference, she threw her other hook into a vicious spin along the ground to swipe Chat’s feet. The terrible sound of metal scraping pavement shot through his sensitive ears that were already ringing from the sound of the first hook, paralyzing him. Ladybug tackled him out of the way, landing on top of him in an all too familiar position.

“Oh, My Lady, how the tables have turned.” He said more out of habit than flirting. Seeing the spinning hook boomeranging back at them, he flipped Ladybug over his head to swap their positions to dodge.

“That’s better.” This cat never knew when to stop.

Ladybug heard Moose say something about how smooth he was under her breath as she sidestepped out of fending off the hook, sending it careening into a storefront before returning to its master. Pushing Chat off of her by his chin, Ladybug stood up to assess their strategy. There was no reason to drag out this fight.

Killer Koi wound up another attack but her balance was thrown off by two arrows clinking against her hooks. Up above, Eagle nocked another arrow but was hesitant to fire again.

“It’s unlike you to hold your shots.” Moose called up to him.

“Let’s see you shoot at a friend.” He answered in frustration, making Moose flinch.

Ladybug could tell that the longer the fight went on the more emotional damage would be done. This needed to end now, for the sake of their friendship.

“Lucky Charm!” Throwing her yoyo into the air to summon a helpful tool, she was caught off guard when a simple plank of red and black spotted wood appeared about her. Catching it as it fell into her arms she nearly dropped the cooked fillet of fish on top of it. It smelled heavenly.

Moose recognized the fillet for what it was. Depending on how badly her partner had been corrupted, it would either serve as the perfect bait or enrage her into a blind charge. Either way, it would make for the perfect trap. Stepping over to Ladybug, she took the fillet before the younger girl could find a way to use it.

“I’m gonna lead her into a trap with this. Be ready to hold her.” Before the French heroes could react, she was already down half way down the street. At least this time she had a plan.

“Honey! Look at this delicious grilled salmon I’ve got! I’m gonna eat it. All. By. My. Self.” She held the plank above her head as she taunted Killer Koi with it.

“YOU WOULDN’T DARE!” The flames burning from her eyes went from blue to white, doubling in size. Embedding her hooks in the pavement, she charged.

Moose nodded back to the younger heroes, who had taken up positions to grab the akuma. She ran back to them, fillet held high, in a wide arc to keep Killer Koi from seeing the trap until it was ready to be sprung. Depositing the plank on the ground between Ladybug and Chat Noir, Moose jumped high so she would land behind her partner.

Killer Koi ungracefully dove to grab the fish, clamoring to her knees to begin eating like a starved animal. Chat grabbed an elbow and Ladybug followed suit.

“Hey! I was eating that! It’s mine!” She struggled against them but the held firm. Realizing she had no safe way of breaking the earring without giving her partner a super powered love tap to the side of the head, Moose went with the only alternative she could think of. Grabbing Killer Koi’s head from behind, she twisted to present the left ear to the sky.

“Eagle! The earring!”

“I can’t do that! It’ll take her whole ear off!” His arrows were larger than the target. Collateral damage was inevitable.

“We don’t have much choice, do we?” It was taking all her might to hold her partner still.

Eagle steeled himself for what he had to do.

“Eagle Eye!” Activating his ability, the arrow nocked on his bow glowed as he drew the string.

Chat blinked. Something warm splattered on his gloved hand. An arrow was sunk into the street up to the fletching, a black butterfly fluttering out of the small crater. The woman he was restraining went limp as dark purple smoke rolled over her.

Ladybug made quick work of purifying the akuma.

“Pssh ow ow ow ow ow.” Alex held the icepack to her ear. She had fainted after the fight and was only now waking up after several hours. Her memory of her time as Killer Koi was foggy, but she remembered enough.

“[That’s it, I’m going to a different salon for piercings.]” She joked as she sat up in the bed she had been deposited in. Sophia was napping with her head in her lap, curled up to where her body had been.

Looking around she saw a sizable and well-furnished room, much fancier than the hotel they had been staying at. The seal of the United States Embassy hung on the wall above the dresser opposite the bed. A set of passports and visas sat on the night stand next to nearly empty bowls of almonds and chocolate.

“[Morning, beautiful.]” A sleepy Sophia said from her lap. She would have leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead if a small gray mermaid had not flown into her face.

“[Girl, don’t scare me like that! You got hurt so bad that I-I…]” Oncoor burst into theatrical tears. Alex pet the mermaid with her free hand.

“[Whole ear’s still here. See? It just stings.]” She pulled away the ice pack momentarily, feeling her cold ear to make sure she wasn’t lying. It was painful, but intact.

“[You can thank Ladybug for that. They should be back to meet us in the lobby soon.]” Sophia said while checking the time.

“[Back from where?]” Alex wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but she thought at least one of the French heroes would have stayed.

“[Turns out all three of them still go to school. I’m starting to wonder how old Eagle is.]”

Sophia stretched and wiggled her way to the edge of the bed to stand up.

“[We need to suit up. Ambassador Zeya wanted to talk to you.]”

Two transformations and an escort to the ambassador’s office later, they were informed that they were not in any legal trouble. Zeya made it clear that Salmon was the victim. Once that was settled, they were taken to the lobby to wait for the other heroes to arrive. No less than four guards joined them.

“[Are the bodyguards necessary? I’m pretty sure we can defend ourselves if need be.” Salmon wondered aloud as she sat down.

“[No offence, Agent Salmon, but you just leveled a quarter of Paris. The citizens of this city are quick to forgive, but they’ll need time to feel safe again. You will be under observation for the time being.]” Said the shorter and burlier guard. Salmon wanted to sink through the floor.

“So this is what you look like.” Chat Noir said as he and Ladybug carried Eagle in through the front door and sat him down in a chair, resting his legs on the table. Eagle was used to such treatment, having attended press conferences at indoor venues. Being carried was more dignified than being pushed around on a cart, at least.

“How’s the ear?” Eagle asked once he was situated.

“Stings real bad, but getting better. From what I remember it was not an easy shot. Good to see that you’re not getting rusty in your retirement.” She readjusted her swim cap to stop it from pressuring her ear.

“And you, Little Miss Polka-Dot, deserve a hug for fixing it.” Salmon lifted a startled Ladybug as she stood, spinning the girl around before losing her footing and tumbling over. Her balance was still recovering.

The heroes talked well into the night, sharing stories of daring-do. After a competitive game of ‘My Supervillain Could Beat Up Your Supervillain’ the guards stepped in to ask them to head home.

“Right. I’ve still got an essay to finish. How long will you be in town?” Ladybug asked, getting ready to carry Eagle outside.

“At least a day or two. Need to do some community service to recover Salmon’s PR.” Moose said. They hadn’t checked the news yet but it would take a major, earthshattering headline to overshadow Salmon’s brief conversion to the dark side.

They said their goodbyes before being escorted back to their room by a very confused looking pair of guards.

Agent Dunn had seen more than his fair share of strange occurrences in his time at the embassy. Paris had become rife with oddities in recent years, not to mention the bizarre customs of foreign dignitaries that he was assigned to protect.

This night had been particularly strange. It was unprofessional to do so, but he needed someone to talk about it with.

Once his shift was over, he pulled one of the other guards that had shared his assignment aside. Agent Duncan seemed to share his desire to discuss the matter. They talked in hushed whispers as they made their way home.

“[I never thought I would see the day when keeping tabs on five teenagers in furry getup would be official business.]”

“[No kidding. And what were they speaking, anyway? Sounded like French but it was all English words.]”

“[It sounded like English with French words to me.]”

“[They must have some techo-magic-whatever doing it. Except for that Eagle guy. He stuck with one language at a time.]”

“[But did you see his knees? I get that bird knees are backwards but that has got to be the weirdest thing I have ever seen.]”

They continued on like that all the way to the Metro station.

Marinette was late to class the next morning. Not by much, but enough to get a sideways glance from Miss Bustier. They had come to an informal agreement to let it slide if the lecture had not started yet, allowing for about forty seconds of grace period once the bell rang. Unlike most students with truancy issues, Marinette actually tried to be on time.

“Alright, now that we’re all here, please pass your Voltaire essays to the front.”

Mainette’s throat went dry. The essay was on her desk at home, forgotten in her scramble to make it on time. Miss Bustier read her like a book and sighed.

“Marinette, we can’t keep doing this. If it’s not on my desk by the end of the lunch break, you will have failed the assignment.”

She felt small, wanting nothing more than for the lesson to begin so her classmates were not focused on her failure to remember things. Chloe had other ideas and pounced.

“You might as well give up now, Marinette. No fashion designer would ever hire someone as flaky and incompetent as you.”

She knew that she shouldn’t let Chloe get to her. But those words hurt. It took everything she had to keep herself from crying. Alya rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder but it didn’t help.

The sound of wood scraping tile behind her startled her from the downward spiral she was feeling.

“Adrien. I need your desk.” Amoux commanded as he stomped down the steps. He had watched these girls for some time now, wanting them to sort it out for themselves. But he’d had enough. Adrien had just managed to pull his note pad to the side before he hopped up to sit on the desk, facing Chloe so he was looking down at her.

Amoux closed his eyes and looked upward as he took a long breath. Snapping down to look Chloe right in the face, he opened his eyes and began to read every aspect to Chloe’s being.

It was the most piercing gaze Miss Bustier had ever seen. She knew she should take control of the situation, but a small part of her wanted to see what was about to happen. Rumors of his skill had reached the teacher’s lounge. He was said to work wonders.

Chloe froze, unable to break away from him once he had locked eye. The anticipating silence in the room had become electric, as if lightning could strike any moment. When Amoux spoke, his voice flowed like warm water, washing over everyone listening.

“Why do you do this? What joy do you derive from the despair of others? Has it truly been so long since you have felt loved that this has become your only source of happiness?” His voice was even, calm, and slow, without a hint of the anger that had initiated this forced therapy session.

“I-I don’t know what you mean. Daddy l-l-loves me.” Chloe stammered. Her face ran through a sea of emotions, betraying her racing thoughts. She could feel his eyes bore through her mind. The more she resisted, the more was brought to bear as she tried not to think of certain memories.

“You used to be such a sweet little girl. You lived with your loving mother in a small apartment away from your father, having been too young to remember the divorce. She was your guiding light. If not for her death, she would have become a shining beacon of hope for all of Paris. You were sent to live with your father, who knew nothing of raising children. He showered you with gifts but could do nothing to ease your pain.”

Marinette could feel her dark emotions flow out of her. It was as if Amoux’s voice had washed a thick layer of mud off her bones and poured it back into Chloe.

“Months passed. You constructed a mask of money to hide the pain you felt, buying your way out of your problems as your father did. Any friendships you had were twisted into relationships of abuse. You watched yourself become a wretched person and could do nothing to stop it. In time, you came to believe the mask was the true Chloe.”

Chloe faltered under the weight of the critique, a single choked sob escaping her throat. Yet she could not look away, as if held in place by an invisible hand.

For a brief moment, Amoux considered stopping there, leaving Chloe to fend for herself in the bottomless pit of emotions he had hurled her into. But he could see the gentle soul within her, buried under a decade of guilt and loneliness.

“You had nearly forgotten what kindness was until a hero appeared. Ladybug reminded you that it was possible, even pleasant, to give yourself freely to others. Memories of your mother came flooding back to you, taking you back to a time before the money had made you cruel. For the first time in years, the mask slipped. You saw what you had become and hated yourself for it. Not knowing what to do, you put the mask back on and tried to forget. But it kept slipping. Just last night, you cried yourself to sleep from the regret of what you had done.”

Chloe did not know when she started crying, but her tears had washed away the makeup that hid the dark circles under her eyes caused by a restless night.

“You want to be a better person, someone you mother could be proud of. That is why you focus so heavily on Marinette, hoping to learn from her example. You see so much of your mother’s kindness in her that it hurts. Nothing would make you happier than to be her friend. But the mask is not easy to remove. On days you manage to show your true face, you can’t bring yourself to even look at her. You remember how you have tormented her and put the mask back on to save yourself from being crushed by the regret.”

Marinette could feel her heart explode with sympathy. She didn’t know how she was going to forgive Chloe for the last four years, but she was willing to try.

Amoux released his gaze and his hold on Chloe, who fell out of her seat into the aisle. By the time she hits the floor she is bawling. After a few seconds of trying, the first thing she did once she got a leg under her was to throw herself up the steps to Marinette’s bench. Chloe looked up at the girl with wet eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Marinette. I just wanted what you had. That selfless kindness…it was too beautiful to watch.” It was the most genuine thing Marinette had ever heard her say. Seeing Chloe humble herself like that made her heart explode a second time. She slid down to the end of the bench and lifted Chloe into a tentative embrace, letting her cry.

“You have a long way to go before you become the person you want to be. Marinette can show you the way, but only you have the power to change yourself for the better.” Amoux concluded as he walked around the girls to return to his desk. Sabrina made her way over to comfort Chloe, hugging her around her midsection.

Miss Bustier could not believe what she had witnessed. In the span of seven minutes, Chloe had gone from a textbook example of a bully to a sobbing apologetic mess. In the years she had taught this class she had been powerless to do anything about the mayor’s daughter in fear of losing her job, or worse, getting the school shut down. But here was this boy, breaking her down and building her back up with a gentle ferocity.

“…Right, the lesson. Um…Never mind. Please read the next chapter for your homework tonight. Class dismissed.” Amoux was a tough act to follow.

It took a moment for the class to realize that they could leave. It took a moment longer for them to decide if they wanted to leave. Miss Bustier had to motion to the door to get them going. Once most of the students had shuffled out, she got to work dealing with the aftermath.

“Amoux, Chloe. You should come with me to the headmaster’s office. You can come if you want, Marinette. And Alya, I would like you to delete the video you just recorded. I don’t even know if you did or not, just delete it.”

Alya gave no protest as she ended the livestream and deleted the recording.

Author’s notes:

-So, Alex and Sophia are kinda based on my friends whom I ship IRL. (Don’t worry, they were thrilled when I clued them in about being superheroes. Jury’s still out on the shipping)

-I make no claim of understanding for how embassies work. Like a hotel with more security?

-It felt incredibly good to destroy Chloe like that.

-Chapter 3 is a definite MAYBE. posted.

<<Chapter 1 , Chapter 3>>

#Miraculous Ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #alya cesaire #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #fan fic #OCs #OC heroes #A Hero's Vacation

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Witchcraft

It's the manipulation and harmonizing of energy to cause a desired outcome or change. How does it work? By combining ritualized actions with intention aka willpower. Let's go through a spell together so I can show you an example of how magic works. Let's say I want to draw a new lover to myself so I pull out my copies of Judika Illes book of 5000 spells and Llywellyn's complete book of correspondences by Sandra Kaynes. I flip to pag 628 (love spells) and start reading. I find on pg 634 a spell headed 'Candle spell (3) New Moon'. I have the two figure candles and my own hair to be used as a taglock. She lists needing a taglock of the one you wish to attract but since I don't have a specific person in mind, I leave that taglock for the second candle out. I feel like this spell could use a bit more than just burning candles so I turn to my book on correspondences to see if there is any harmonizing energy I can add to boose the spell's power. Under the heading of "Love", pg 86-87, Kynes has a bunch of herbs listed. But how to use them? In 5000 spells, the spell we are looking to preform mentions that the left over wax can be used to make a talisman. I can add the herbs to that. I will mold the wax into a heart shape while still soft and add the herbal power to it. This will increase the love drawing power of the talisman. Since there are so many herbs listed, how many should I choose? I'm trying to attract a new lover so I check what the correspondence book has to say about about attraction. On pg 19 it says that the numbers associated with it are 4 and 5. I check my herb cabinet and find I have 4 of the herbs mentioned. They are rose, juniper, nutmeg, and apple. This is the art of Numerology. I choose red apple peel and red rose petals as red is also associated with love. I can also grind these up into a loose powder that I can burn on a charcoal tab to be used as incense. That sounds great and I make a note to do so. Judika Illes states to burn the candles over the course of a few nights for a set number of minutes. But how long for both? I again turn to Numerology. I already looked up attraction and found the numbers 4 and 5. Since the candles are big I add 4+5 to get 9. 9 nights seems ideal to me so we will go with that. But the burning time? 4-5 minutes is too short of a time for my liking. So again I add 4+5 to get 9. 9 minutes a night should do well for my spell. 9 is also a number associated with love. Perfect. Up to this point we have covered ritual actions (burning candles and incense) but not energy raising. So lets have a look at energy and why correspondences work. The harmonics of all matter are easy to see since everything is never static. Everything vibrates. All objects have a vibrational waveform of energy and this can ether grow with the addition of complimentary items like certain herbs, crystals, or color (as well as like minded witches). But adding the wrong thing could interfere with the spells energy reducing it effectiveness or canceling it out completely. (Thank you Ben Heathorn for this info!) All objects have this vibratory nature due all matter being composed of vibrating particles. Nothing is truly solid. (Science bitches XD) This energy put off by the vibrating particles fuels the intention and willpower of the witch's spell. By adding more 'energy' I up the spells power. But what about raising energy? Do I really need fancy tools and items to raise energy? No. There is always the energy put off by sound or movement. Through dancing, singing or chanting I can also cause more vibrations to occure and harness that energy for my spell. I am causing sound waves to permeate the incense and wax figures which empowers them with my intentions. When they are burned this energy is released into the universe. Since I suck at singing and dancing, I decide on a quick chant to be done for the 9 minute burn time. Lover sweet Lover kind Come to me You are mine Yeah that works. Looking back at the spell it says to start it on the new moon. Curiously, I flip to my correspondence book. I find 2 things. 1) on page 380, Kynes has one of the numbers associated with the moon as being 9. This ups the power of the spell through Numerology yet again and it was an unforseen energy amp, and 2) the new moon - full moon (called waxing) is also associated with love as well as drawing energy twards you. My 9 day burn time falls within this time frame. There are several other correspondences I can use to highten the power of my spell more. These can include preforming the spell on a Friday (Kynes book pg 392) or at dawn for a bit of romance (pg 394), or even carving sigils (on the other candle) of attributes I want my new lover to have such as kindness, a sense of humor, or a love of animals. Looking back at the forming of the extra wax into a heart talisman, I think I wouldn't want to get wax all over my pocket so I opt to make a red pouch out of felt to carry it in. It's protected that way from getting scuffed up. Again red is associated with love so I chose that color correspondence. Here is the spell in order as it should be preformed. Supplies: 2 red figure candles, needle, red thread, scissors, red felt, rose petals, nutmeg, juniper berries, dried red apple peel, lighter, charcoal block and censor, mortar and pestle, taglock of hair. As I am a straight woman I chose a female candle and a male candle. Obviously change em up to suit the gender of the person you wish to attract as well as your own. Preform opening rites Light the charcoal block and set it in the censor. Grind the herbs up in the mortar with the pestle and chant while you do so Lover sweet Lover kind Come to me You are mine. (The incense doesn't have to be a fine powder but should be fine enough to mix easily with the wax on day 9.) I place a small amount of the incense on the lit charcoal. Next I grab my male candle and carve with the needle the things I want my lover to embody and put it on one side of my altar. To the female candle I melt a wee bit of wax on top of the head and press my hair into the head. I set her facing the male candle but on the opposite side of the altar. (This represents how you are now. Separate but seeking. This is symbolic magic. The candle with the hair is symbolic of me and what I want.) Light the candles and let them burn while chanting for 9 minutes. Set a timer if need be. Snuff the candles and preform your closing rites. Repeat every day but each day move the candles closer together. On the final night have the candles touching, let the wax intermingle and candles burn out. This represents the desired outcome. Togetherness. Once the candles are out, pick up the left over wax (you may need to reheat it) and add the herbal mix. Form into a heart shape. Leave it to harden. Cut out 2 squares of red felt and sew a pouch together. Add the heart and sew closed. All while still chanting. Seal the spell Closing rites. This can be carried for 1 moon cycle. After that you can dispose of it by breaking it apart and burying it. Repeat every new moon till a lover comes. Notes: Because opening rituals can differ for each Witch I did not include things like 'Cast circle' or 'Preform the Iru'. A bit of advice, try to have all the supplies you need before preforming spell work. We're all human and we all make mistakes but running around your house looking for things will distract from your focus and thus take energy away from the spell. The order of this spell is done for a reason. I wouldn't put the figures together just to pull them apart at a later date and then reconnect them. This is conflicting ritualized actions and is basically like shaking an etch a sketch. That beautiful drawing you made (energy you raised) is now gone. You may also want to add a taglock to the heart talisman while forming it. However as a taglock was intermingled with the wax figure already this is optional. For more info on magic and witchcraft read the intro to 5000 spells but keep in mind these things that need to be corrected. 1) Firstly heka is not the Egyptian word for the energy that permeates all living things. It's authoritive speech. Or speaking with power (willpower). Because the Egyptians believed that words held power by speaking with clear intentions and a correct set of words they could change their world. This is our equivalent to casting spells. Although heka can be applied to anything including training your dog or giving a report in class. 2) Illes says that all energy is benevolent when its not. It's neutral. Later on pg 7 she says just that. It's a bit contradictory but a forgivable mistake. She goes on to state that all magical people that have a substantial amount of Magical energy are always charismatic and those that lack this energy are not. Thats a huge blanket statement and just not true. We all are human and have a range of emotions on a daily basis. No one is more magical than the next because we are all comprised of the same living energy. There certainly can be a gap of knowledge in harnessing this energy but that doesn't make one more magical. Just more experienced. Now having said that, yes, there are those that are born with the natural talent for picking up on this energy and using it but it is up to that person to hone their skills or ignore it. This also doesn't make them more magical than one who studied hard to be able to detect and use this same energy. 3) She goes a bit fluffy when she says there is a general rule with magic that spells will come back 3, 6, or 9 fold. This may be accepted by most Wiccans but certainly not all of the pagan community. At least that's my opinion. For more info on connecting with elemental energies I suggest Scott Cunningham's book Earth, Air, Fire, Water.

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