#[ im finally replying yeehaw ]

[steinbit]

hey, just wanted to say i hope you're doing well. ok that's all have a nice day/night/whenever it may be for you

THANK U ANON 💙💙💙💙

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

I've done basically nothing but lay down and be exhausted since kirb2k over 2 months ago, but I did at least get the kirbox orders fulfilled. I have an immunology appointment in another 2 1/2 months and maybe they might do something to help me feel better. (it's a bad time. I know it seems to be most of what I talk about, but it is kind of all-consuming. even this roundup wore me out.)

also there are sometimes comments that make me smile but I don't have anything to add to them so I just read them and smile and don't put them in the roundups, but I promise I do see them all, like the many yeehaws (and yes haws and heehaws) for [cowboy kirb] <3

on [the last roundup] @hive-heart said: Hope things get better, kirby guy 💕 thanks for the reply :) also yeah! Sitting by the window during a storm is quite nice

they haven't lol, but thank you!

on [kirb2k] @ceylonsilvergirl said: HAPPY Y2K EVERYBODY!! I am joke, but it did give me serious “turn of the century’’ vibes. oof… that sentence hit me like I drank out of the wrong grail

that was intentional, that's also why we started with the macarena in the 1990s :>

on [errands] @crypptiid said: ME! MY ROLLATOR IS BLUE AND EVERUTHING @sunflowerinthemidst said: oh look it's me only my walker is hot pink 1😅😂

nice! I should really repaint mine if I'm ever feeling well enough lol

on [the last roundup] @gudetamalover said: :O!!! I’ve been noticed! My surgery went very well btw, thank you! [details removed for privacy.] I love your art so much btw, it brings me and my mom so much joy! I love this little pink dude, he’s got a permanent place in my heart ❤️ 

man that sounds rough, good thing it got ironed out quickly! and I'm glad it brings you both joy <3

on [errands] @pilcherthegreat said: oooo might add this one to my Kirby brigade tattoo 👀

oh hell yeah that sounds so cool! (for anyone else wondering, tattoos on your own body count as personal use and are totally fine by me!)

on [screaming] @persimmonlions said: i always forget how much i do not like the chaotic cacophony of a crowd until i am in a mall, like ‘oh yeah i DO get overstimulated no wonder i constantly skipped classes when i was 10’. anyway i got back home at 3 and proceeded to sleep for 6 hours

ugh omg yeah especially when you actually reblogged this 2 months ago and there were still holiday crowds and all the extra decor and stuff, the mall can be So Much.

on [macarena] @unconventionalvoidaxolotls said: holy heck, go kirby go! oh yeah this is a great first post. beautiful

ehehehe it's an honor :3

on [plushies] @the-void-is-a-disappointment said: finally getting around to reblogging this but thank you bunches for the commission!he looks so comfy and cozy i love it, he deserves this

he does! he does deserve to be so cozy and cute! (and thank you again for the support!)

on [bloodstream] @lord-chiopet said: Kirby in my blood could fix me

well he certainly wouldn't make me worse lol (fun fact: you kind of already have a bunch of kirb-likes in your blood! macrophages are a type of white blood cell that engulf and isolate or destroy foreign matter like splinters, viruses, and even tattoo ink! they're basically eating anything that tries to get into your blood that's not supposed to be there -u- )

on [fire] @jupiterlandings said: kirby I am hurrying to you with blankets and a tent and a warm meal, we may be in the wilderness kirby but we can still look at the stars even when the night is cold. and even if we can’t see them they’re still there and they’ll send the sun to look after us tomorrow. it’ll be ok kirby we’ll be ok

waah this is just such a sweet thought ;n; thank you for sharing it.

on [frown] @shapeshifterwithafez said: get well soon OP :c <3 this kirby nevertheless brings joy to my dashboard thank you!

I will not but thank you! I'm glad he brings joy regardless :)

on [worm] @thecosmickitty said: Hey fam just wanna say i love your art. Thank you for sharing (:

aww thanks!

on [mcas] @untoldsoup said: Im sorry about the health issues 😞 hope you get the treatment your looking for

I appreciate it <3 it's still gonna take a while one way or the other, but hopefully eventually someone will do something.

on [float (up)] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a ufo to abduct him, then on [rainbow] they [added] an alien kirb to greet him, and on [freckles] they [added] the view out the ufo window :) this little saga was very cute and did cheer me up a bit, thank you <3

on [float (down)] @angst-and-fajitas said: Ah he's floatin away

the kirb's not made for helium balloons! (a reference to [this vine], and good news this upload is actually from the person that made it!)

on [sacrifice] @joekingv1 said: *sits next to baby and waits to see what happens*

I really wanna draw a short comic for this but it seems like I'm not gonna feel up to it anytime soon -n-

on [stars] @gidkog said: *GASP* at world’s ass…

oh no you're right :x that was not on purpose lol

on [earring] @roboticutie said: yay!!!! he's here again today :D thank you!!!

your enthusiasm is sweet! he will be here every day! :)

on [sora] @ducksandlemonsandbigoldfish said: Kiev Kernel Kirby I hate autocorrect

this made me laugh lol

on [sora] @canvascoloredin said: congratulations! I've played all the kingdom hearts games (except Melody of Memories, Sorry Kairi), and started when I was around six but haven't had the time to buy a console I can play 3 on. Have fun for me!

I haven't played melody of memories yet either, the rhythm for all the rhythm minigames was always so janky that I'm kind of worried about how it might play tbh. but I am having lots of fun, I'm sure it's enough for both of us!

on [tattoos] @theraphos said: high five kirby i just recently resolved to finally get myself a tattoo this year also

nice! I hope it goes well :)

@turpial-thoughts asked: hi

hello!

on [worry] @graycoin said: I hope the wait is worth it.

yeah me too :s (thanks. and for all your other sympathetic comments whenever I complain about it as well <3 )

on [float (side)] @joekingv1 said: *asks baby what they think about when they go floating*

probably very little I imagine. even less than usual lol

on [bread] @joekingv1 said: *asks baby what they got while secretly hiding some extra treats for baby, Bear and Cake*

this one is just very cute, I had to read it aloud to my partner when I saw it.

on [sea] @graycoin said: This gets across the vibe very well. I get why you'd feel that way, I think. It's understandable. I'm glad people are trying. You deserve it.

thanks. I've always had a hard time conveying like, internal stuff for some reason, so it's nice when it seems to make sense to someone else.

on [sea] @ceylonsilvergirl said: Kirbo is in the storm, tossed by the waves, threatened by lightning at any moment in the dark. not even the stars to shine through the clouds. but he’s still floating, and that has to count for something

surely it must count for something TnT <3

[courageousheroism]

Link squinted up at the taller man. The hylian crossed his arms over his chest in response to the statement Marcus made. “What’s wrong with that? I hear people say that ALLL the time around ‘ere.” Disregarding the fact that he was only twelve and shouldn’t have the mouth of a sailor just yet. The following question earned Marcus another strange look from the young hero. “Pushin’ people? That is easy stuff ain’t it.”

Of course he had pushed people before (especially in recent memory) though.. He supposed he would never consider any of those people friends. “Of course I have man.” The kid is a menace when he wasn’t busy adventuring or keeping a eye on his younger sibling.

@ssatxr​ [x]

[meltwonu]

s n a k e     |     e y e s     [chapter 3]

pairing; snakehybrid!woozi x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; 🥺💕thank you for all the interest in snake eyes!! I can't believe it!! y’all don’t know how happy that makes me because I love this au!! 💕💕💕 in this chapter: jihoonie makes a small oopsies 🥴oral(female receiving), minor switch!woozi, hehehe... im sorry, im mean and u will know why 😭😭💕 also this chapter is long, strap in for the long ass ride!! yeehaw

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - x - x - x - x

It takes a week and a half for you and Jihoon to really fall into a rhythm that suits his and your needs.

Jihoon is still shy around you, only spending an hour or two with you while you work until he feels too awkward again, slinking away back into his room. You wonder, periodically, if he happened to hear what you were doing in your bedroom the night he came to stay with you and if that was the reason he’d been so shy and quiet around you. But you quickly shake the thoughts out of your head, preferring to believe that he hadn’t, for your sake and his. Jihoon had never mentioned anything to you anyway, so you had no reason to believe he’d heard anything.

But it’s a rainy Sunday afternoon that has you bundled up in an oversized sweater on the living room sofa, laptop haphazardly on a side table while you take a break from writing. A movie plays quietly on the tv in front of you, but you don’t really pay attention to it. Jihoon emerges from his room, covered up in a big sweater and his sweats as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the sofa.

“It’s… r-really cold today…” His voice is soft, almost a whisper, as he pulls his legs up onto the sofa, crossing them as he tries to cover his skin. “I… kinda had a h-hard time sleeping.”

“Did you need more heaters? The forecast said it’s supposed to rain for the next couple days, Jihoon…” You trail off, already sliding off of the sofa as you fetch a blanket for the cold male. “I can go pick you up another one tomorrow, if you’d like?” Draping the soft blanket over him, he thanks you, snuggling into the soft material. “If it’s okay… I don’t want you to go out of your way if it’s too much.” You chuckle, settling into your spot on the sofa again as you pick up your laptop to get a bit of work done.

“Nonsense, I want you to be comfortable here.”

Jihoon’s stomach grumbles 45 minutes later as he sinks deeper into the plush blanket, hiding the flush that covers his cheeks. You laugh slightly, already hopping off to make him and yourself a snack to eat.

“You’re more than welcome to rummage the kitchen whenever you want, y’kno. Or if you want me to make you something to eat, you can always ask.”

“Sorry I’m just… still getting used to it. You’re definitely nicer than my past owners.” You hum, curious about how his previous owners treated him for him to be this shy, or if he was just naturally always this timid. “It’s okay! Take your time. I know it’s weird but I’m… I’m still getting used to it too.” You feel your body heating up, suddenly reminded of a questionable dream you’d had the previous night; the cute snake hybrid invading even your mind when you slept recently. God I really need to get laid somehow, you think, maybe that cute barista from down the street would be interested? I think his name was Jun. Reminder to self to get his number next time.

You grab a pan, setting it onto the stove as you gather ingredients to make ddeokbokki; something that Jihoon really loved to snack on. “Hey, Jihoon? Did you wanna help me make this? I can teach you a bit!” 

There’s a shuffling from the living room before the blonde haired male steps into the kitchen, a curious look on his face.

“I’ve never cooked before though…”

“It’ s okay! I can teach you. Just so that.. Um, just in case I’m not home or something and you get hungry?” He nods, stepping closer towards you as you set various ingredients onto the counter top. “Okay, I’ll just... Watch you.” You smile at him, urging him to come closer as you begin explaining what to do. But Jihoon’s mind fixates on something else, your voice getting drowned out when he feels the warmth radiating off of your body when he steps closer. Unbeknownst to you, Jihoon decides to stand almost directly behind you as you continue to explain how to cook to him.

When his hands start to slide up the hem of your sweater, you pause, setting the measuring cup back onto the counter top where it was before. Jihoon’s cold fingertips begin traveling up your sides, delicately caressing your skin under your sweater. Your breath is caught in your throat when he then leans his head over your shoulder, his tongue softly lapping at the exposed skin of your neck. A moan catches in your throat when you realize your body’s already rapidly heating up at his touch, the snake hybrid behind you also letting out a tiny moan of his own when he realizes how warm you’ve gotten.

But you snap back to reality, panic taking over when you let out a garbled noise, pushing back against Jihoon.

“Oh my g-god, wait--wh--”

Jihoon panics, pupils shaking as he pulls away completely, pressing himself into the fridge for a second before immediately bolting out of the kitchen without a word; only a door slam in the distance letting you know where he is.

A couple hours pass, the rain still pattering against the window as the moon rises beyond the clouds.

The ddeokbokki from earlier went unmade; ingredients going back to their original places as you decided to retreat to your own bedroom to catch your breath and cool yourself down. You really hadn’t hated what happened earlier, but it was quite the shock, and you could only imagine what Jihoon was feeling as well. But you set those feelings aside, making your way down the hallway to his bedroom to ask him about dinner. Fuck, he must be starving. He didn’t even eat earlier, you think.

You knock on his door, a muffled “yes?” coming from the other side.

“Jihoon did you want to eat dinner with me or will you eat later?”

“Uhm, hmm, I’m…um, I’ll.. I’ll eat with y-you.”

You set up the dinner table, setting Jihoon’s food across from you. You were glad that he just ate normal human food as it made it easier for you to take care of him; unsure if you could sit and watch him eat what snakes normally did. Hearing a door click, you break out of your thoughts, seeing him walk towards the dining table with a blush on his face.

“I… um…”

“Yes Jihoon?”

“I just… about earlier, I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have… um, stuck my hands in y-your shirt like that…”

The memory alone has you blushing, his delicate and cold fingertips brushing against your ribcage had a tingle traveling up your spine and down to your fingertips. You hadn’t hated it; just the shock from his touches had you initially recoiling, sending Jihoon running straight for his bedroom where he had holed up for hours.

“I… It was okay. I, um, didn’t hate it actually…”

“O-oh, uh, so… um, is it okay? If… If I do that sometimes? It’s… you feel nicer than, um, the h-heaters in my room so…”

“Y-yeah, I mean… y-yes, that would be… okay.” Shock momentarily flits over his features before a genuine smile etches onto his face. “Okay… U-um I mean, it---it won’t---I won’t, y’know, stick my hands in your shirt but maybe like---like we can, um, cuddle? Sometimes?” You almost choke on your food at his suggestion, suddenly too shy to make eye contact with him at how innocent it all sounded.

“Yeah that… that would be fine!”

The two of you have normal dinner conversations, you asking him about songs he’s been working on while he asks you about work. You remind him that you’ll pick up a new heater in the morning and begin clearing the table with his help.

When the dishes are cleared, you bid Jihoon a good night; thankful that the snake hybrid wasn’t too awkward after everything that had happened earlier in the day. He calls your name as you turn away from your doorway to face him again.

“Yes, Jihoon?”

“Um, I was wondering… If it’d be okay if I slept in your room? It’s just… Uh, it’s cold and raining and... yeah.”  

You contemplate it for a second, wondering if that was really the best idea, all things considered. But you mentally shrug, thinking, it’s just sleep.

“Sure, why not. Why don’t you get ready for bed and just… come in when you’re ready?” He nods, thanking you before he slinks down the hallway to his bedroom to change. The entire thing feels a little questionable, but you shrug it off, getting ready for bed before Jihoon shows up.

Admittedly, you normally would sleep in a big shirt and panties since you slept alone. But since Jihoon would be joining you this time, you slip on a sweater and some pajama pants, opting to be completely covered in order to prevent any potential mishaps. You could only pray your dreams were normal.

There’s a knock on the door when you slide under the bed sheets, adjusting your pillows before you reply.

“Come in!”

Jihoon opens the door, shutting it behind him as he stands in front of it awkwardly. Much like yourself, he stands there in an oversized sweater and pajama pants, hands digging into the material of his sweater as he takes in the features of your bedroom. When his eyes finally land on you already under the sheets, you pat the side of the bed that’s empty, inviting him in.

“C’mon let’s sleep. I still need to go out tomorrow morning to get your things.”

The extra heater is forgotten the next morning when you wake up in his iron grip.

It’s not uncomfortable, but he’s only got one arm wrapped around your waist and you find it almost virtually impossible to escape his hold as he snores softly into your neck. So you lay there, listening to the pitter-patter of the non-stop rain and his soft breaths, thankful that the two of you had fallen asleep without a hitch and that your dreams were normal.

Jihoon had quietly slid into the large bed with you, muttering a ‘good night’ before your radiating warmth under the sheets had lulled him to sleep.

You don’t know how much time passes as you lay there, but eventually Jihoon decides to wake up, a yawn and a simple ‘good morning’ muffled into your skin before he pulls away, turning to face the opposite side. You sit up, rubbing your tired eyes as you check the clock. 11:09am.

“Did you want breakfast?”

You never buy the heater; Jihoon happily moving some of his personal items to your bedroom after that late morning breakfast. And you didn’t mind, as long as the snake hybrid was happy, so were you.

He had dragged in a heater, using it on nights when you came to bed late, only for you to shut it off when you finally slid underneath the covers. He would easily find your warmth, rolling over to lock you into his grasp as you fell asleep.

It became routine over the next couple of weeks, even when the clouds cleared and the days and nights were warm. Jihoon opened up to you more as well, dragging his keyboard into the living room to play you some of the songs he’d been working on in his old bedroom, now a work space. You’d often work in your spare room but recently you’d been spending more time in the living room with Jihoon, finding the space more comfortable to be in. Setting your work away, you lay down on the sofa, a yawn on your lips.

“Hey, can I, um, ask you something?”

His voice breaks you out of your train of thought as you adjust your body. Jihoon sits on the floor near the window, fingers tapping random keys on the keyboard as he avoids eye contact.

“Yeah, what’s up?” There’s hesitance written all over his face before he nods to himself, exhaling sharply before he replies.

“I… I know maybe I’m asking for a lot and, I mean, feel free to say no because I know you probably will! And that’s--that’s okay but I was wondering… if--if I…” Jihoon pauses for much too long as you raise a brow.

“If you what? Jihoon, is everything okay?”

“I, yeah, everything’s fine, I just.. I’m sorry, I… It’s okay if you think it’s weird and I’ve never really done it before either but I just, I noticed when… when I touch you, you get really, um, warm and I… I like it a lot so I was wondering if I could try something?”

A million different thoughts float through your head in a millisecond and you can’t stop the blush that creeps up your neck and paints your face red.

“Um, I guess… it would depend? What exactly… did you want to try?” You bite the inside of your cheek, already trying to keep yourself from squirming around.

“I… can I try… eating you out? I wanna see something.”

The formality of Jihoon asking so politely if he could go down on you sends your brain short circuiting quicker than lightning.

He’s convinced at this point you hate him and will probably send him back to the adoption home the next day when he sees the blank look on your face as you process.

“Shit, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked that, I---”

“Y-yes…”

“Wait, what, hold--” Jihoon turns into a sputtering mess, his palms clammy against his sweats as he squirms. “Wait, did you say… yes?” You nod, already feeling the heat pooling in your lower abdomen as you shift awkwardly on the sofa. “Yeah I… um, I’d… be okay with that…” Trailing off, you try to look at everything but Jihoon, mildly embarrassed at how increasingly wet you were already getting.

“O-okay, um, when should we… do it?” Jihoon’s voice is shaky and to anyone else he sounded nervous, but inside he could barely contain his new found excitement.

“Now is okay? I… I’m okay with right now.” You finally look at him, finding him already crawling over to you on the floor before moving the coffee table enough to sit on his knees in front of you. “I guess, let’s start…?” He trails off, the blush never leaving his face as he twiddles his thumbs. You nod, sitting up to slide your shorts off, shimmying to the edge of the sofa as you spread your legs for him.

“Interesting.”

“W-what?” You stare at him from between your legs as he slots himself in front of you, cold palms holding your thighs open as you shiver from his touch. “Nothing, just… you’re already wet.”

If there was a sinkhole underneath you, you’d like for it to take you right about now. The embarrassment sets your body on fire as Jihoon chuckles under his breath. “And now you’re really warm? Interesting.” You bite your lip as he leans in closer to your clothed mound, his tongue peeking out from between his lips.

“Ready to test my theory?”

Gulping, he doesn’t even give you a chance to reply before he’s licking you through your panties, his tongue adding pressure along the wet patch growing on the fabric. Your thighs threaten to clamp shut around his head but his grip on you is too tight, prying your legs wide open as he continues to lick at your clothed entrance.

Jihoon pauses for a second, a groan leaving his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good, I need to get these panties off of you now.” Agreeing, you hook your fingers into the band of your panties, ready to get them off.

“Ah, ah, not like that.” There’s a ghost of a smirk on his face before he lets go of your thighs, fingertips pushing your hands away and replacing them with his before he tears them in half, the soaked material sliding off of your body as you stare at him in shock.

“Jihoon, what th---”

“What? Didn’t think I was capable?” You’re at a loss for words; the sudden change in his demeanor from shy to slightly dominating, intoxicating. “I’m just… wow.” He laughs at your lack of response, gripping your thighs again as he leans back in, his tongue already on your slit as he licks up a stripe from your clit to your entrance. Your hands immediately tangle into his hair, moaning as his tongue laps at your wetness.

You feel like you’re floating on clouds, warm and dreamy while Jihoon eats you out. He hadn’t even used his fingers on you yet, only sliding his tongue through your folds and prodding at your entrance and you were sure you could cum just like this.

“Ngh, Jihoon… Can you… make me cum?”

The male between your legs hums in response before his tongue flicks at your clit, a groan leaving you when he draws harsh circles around the nub. You can feel the pressure in your body cresting as you try to grind down on his waiting tongue.

“Jihoon, I’m---”

When you wake up, Jihoon is still by the window, notebook full of music related jargon as he glances up at you. “Oh hey, I was wondering when you’d wake up. You fell asleep so fast after you laid down, I was gonna ask if you wanted to hear some of the stuff I was working on but you were out like a light.”

Your head is void of any thoughts as you stare blankly into Jihoon’s face; the entire thing had been a dream. A cold sweat coats your body as you sit up, the wetness between your legs insanely real.

“I… yeah, I guess I was tired… I--I didn’t say anything weird in my sleep, did I?”

Jihoon ponders for a moment, lips tilting cutely up into a pout.

“No, I mean, you made some weird little squeaky noises but… that was it. Why? Did you have a weird dream or something?”

“Uh… no, just… wondering.”

Fuck.

[malevolent-spirit]

ok this has been in my drafts for well over a year and im sick of seeing it so im just gonna post it. first lore post yeehaw

Deep in the Viridian Labyrinth, a clan tells its hatchlings stories of old gods, older than the first dragons. Direct descendants of The Eleven, with powers unparalleled by modern dragonkind.

This story is about a young god of wealth, known for his charm. With his quick wit and charismatic personality, he talked his way into getting what he wanted as often as he did to get out of trouble. He would woo god and goddess alike, having many lovers at any given moment. Not a single one truly captured his heart, though, and he was left with an emptiness that he couldn't fill. He thought that perhaps what he sought was a companion with whom he could share everything with. Yet, despite his best efforts, he never met anyone who rose to his standards. He decided to visit an old witch to ask for help. He tried to coax a solution to his loneliness out of her for free, giving many compliments and promises he didn't intend to keep. She, like so many others, fell to his charms and agreed, but warned that the price was great. The god waved her warning off, and she began her work on the spell needed. The witch needed rare ingredients, sending him off to find them all while she made the necessary preparations. After many long moons of hunting the items down, he returned, eager to find purpose in his life. The witch took the ingredients from the god and dropped them in a cauldron, murmuring ancient words from a worn tome. The room darkened, the air grew stagnant and thick. Shadows danced in the edges of his vision. The space in the cottage warped as colors not seen on that plane in a millennia glittered in and out of existence. Once she finished her chant, she paused to stir the pot. She dipped a claw in the brew, then traced symbols on his face, arms, and wings. The witch’s irises darkened as she said the final word, activating the spell. The runes glowed white, burning into his skin. He screamed in agony, clawing frantically at the runes, trying to stop the pain. He tore long slashes along his face in his desperation. The spell began its work. His skull was the first thing that changed. It hardened into wood, saving only his eyes from the grotesque transformation. Two thorn-covered horns sprouted from his scalp, reaching all the way down to his tail. His screams turned to harsh coughing as smoke pooled in his lungs. Unable to breathe, he writhed on the ground, clawing at the air. The witch peered down at him. In a gravelly voice, she spoke over him, "I warned you the cost was great. What this spell revealed to me was that your heart is incapable of loving another. My magic has given you what you deserve; any love or passion you once were able to feel is now gone. You will be a specter, wandering aimlessly and lost in the pain your greed caused. "But, I made a deal with you, and I will keep it. You will meet your perfect companion,“ She hissed, “but in your current state, they won’t adore you. At the sight of your monstrous form, they will run in fear. Your only chance to heal your heart will be ruined. This is your curse, your fate." Blood trickled into his eyes, blinding him, but not before he saw her blow thick smoke around him. He felt the ground beneath his claws shift as his vision failed. He fell for what felt like an hour, consumed by searing pain and fear, before crashing into water. Intense pain overwhelmed his senses. He thrashed uselessly as he tried in vain to swim towards the surface. He opened his eyes to better see which direction was up, but found that he couldn't see. He sank, his lungs burning, with no way of knowing how to get out. He couldn't breathe. Couldn’t think. He made one more kick before succumbing to darkness. When the god next awoke, he was still underwater, his lungs still burning, his scales still bleeding where it hadn't transformed into wood. He tried to scream, to cry, to swim. His nerves begin to numb after what felt like an eternity, his grip on reality slowly fading. Despite his lack of oxygen, the spell wouldn't let him die. Each time he passed out, he would wake once more in greater pain. Many moons passed, and the magic slowly started to change his body. He grew gills and small fins, and his eyes became adjusted to the darkness of the water. The slashes had turned into scars. His burns were soothed by the cold water, the runes solidifying into what appeared to be gold that melded with his scales. He adjusted, accepting his state. He floated for what seemed like an eternity, pondering his future and his curse, while becoming numb to the pain. One day, he was pulled out of his state by a feeling, a need. With his new mutations, he swam in the direction of the distant surface. He broke out of the water, coughing and spluttering at the sudden change to air. The sun blinded him, making him squint blearily around for any sign of land. He spotted a jungle in the distance, and, ducking his head underwater, swam quickly towards it. By the time he reached the shore, the sun had reached a little past midday, now bearing down harshly. The god stumbled to the edge of the jungle, seeking relief from the light. He laid down beneath a large tree, exhausted and struggling to breathe. The lack of air his gills were receiving finally caused darkness to crawl at the edge of his vision. Several days passed before he woke under the full moon. The curse had made his fins and gills vanish while he was unconscious. There was a pleasant coolness in the air, now rid of the glare of the sun.

The god felt it again, that need, and was drawn further into the forest. He came to a small pond, the surface smooth as glass. He was about to drink from it when he noticed his disfigured reflection. He drew back in horror, claws touching his mask-like face and tracing the gold. He wept, overcome with the loss of his beautiful body, now gazing at his scales, his elongated claws, his maw in disgust. Too soon, he acknowledged his monstrous visage and his fate: someone cursed with the torture of loneliness with no respite. Something in him snapped. His horror dulled to apathy, his fear turned to glee at his immortality. He wanted to test his power out. A rustle behind him made him whip his head around. There was a pack of white wolves, drawn by his scent of salt and old blood. He grinned viciously. He leaped at the nearest one, ripping his teeth into its neck. The rest sprinted away from the god, surprised and terrified at the sudden show of violence. He dropped the wolf from his jaws, looking down in satisfaction. He watched as dark blood dripped from his mouth and claws before returning to the pond to wash it off. Looking at his reflection once more, he noted instead how his old clothes had become torn and ragged, the color washed out. With a sneer, he knew that he was now every bit a monster that the witch had intended him to be- and he loved it. His old love for life and abundance withered, replaced with a desire to kill. His steps were lighter, quieter, making hunting easy. It wasn't long until he discovered clans of longneck and centaurs. Stories were told of a monster in the woods, stalking individuals through many nights before eventually striking. They spoke of the torture the misty specter put its victims through, of its laugh and how it echoed and enveloped anyone who heard it. Nights of the new moon were in particular dangerous, the lack of natural light made for perfect hunting conditions. The tales eventually reached nearby dragon clans, and after some went missing without a trace in the forests, they turned to horror stories told to hatchlings. The god became a legend, a feeling of unease on dark nights. Centuries later, he came across a mysterious dragon, alone in the woods. Curiously, she wasn't weary or anxious as all others were; she appeared to be at peace. She was sitting underneath an old willow tree, her head tilted up to the moon. She had white cloths wrapped around her, a pair of old root-like horns with birds resting on them, and ornate jewelry decorating her body. He knew immediately that this was the companion he was fated to meet, and to inevitably scare away. He no longer felt sadness or loss, however, and treated her as any other creature to cross his path. The mist around him swirled, thickening with malicious delight, crawling towards the hooded dragon. She turned to look at him as he laughed darkly. She didn't cower or scream at the spirit in front of her. In fact, the only sign that she was staring at him was a prickling sensation on the back of his neck that one gets when being watched. He sneered as he realized she was not afraid of him. Well, not yet. Grinning at the thought of her fear, he became determined to draw out her terror and get a reaction before killing her. He didn't expect her to speak. "Why is such a sad creature like you wandering the woods so late at night?" She whispered in a voice young and unimaginably old at the same time, and tilted her head. He was taken aback at the pity, but didn't show it. Instead, his grin widened to reveal sharp, bloody teeth, and replied, "I am afraid I don't see how I am the sad one, when I am not the one trying to talk to the monster in front of me as if it would spare me." He tapped his claw on his chin in mock thoughtfulness before rasping out, "Unless you don't see me as a threat? Oh, that would be very naive of you, my dear. Do you know how many beings have crossed my path, only for them to die in horrific, delightful agony?" He chuckled before answering, not waiting for an answer, "All of them. So, tell me, why are you so calm?" He had come close enough to make out the faint lines of her face, noting her neutral expression with distaste. She was silent, considering the specter in front of her. She was old enough to be able to read the gold runes from under his rags and fur, and knew that he was cursed long ago. She could guess at his torment, at his loneliness and his current mental state. The goddess came to a decision and, before he could act, tackled him to the ground. Thick roots shot out of the earth and tied him down. He snarled, struggling under the grip of the cloaked dragon. "I do not think you know who I am, lost one. Have you heard of Spring? Summer? Of the goddesses of life?" The roots tightened. "Do you have any idea who you were planning on trying to torture for your amusement?" Her voice changed from a whisper to deep and powerful, the trees shaking with her words. He drew back from her piercing gaze, and grew fearful of the goddess in front of him. He was angry at his fear, at his weakness, and scowled, but grew still. She recognized his submission, releasing him. The roots retreated, freeing his body. He drew up cautiously, bowing his head slightly in defeat. "Why not try to kill me if you know what I am? I'm sure you've heard the stories of what I've done, who I am." He growled. She tilted her head again, "I know of your curse." He peered at her before she continued. "I can read the runes on your skin. They tell me of your selfishness, and what it cost you. I assume you were drawn to me tonight because I am the companion in the spell, yes?" She studied his expression, and seeing his eyebrows knit together she continued, "You are fated to yearn for my companionship, but while you assume I will run from you, I will merely distance myself. You will follow me wherever I go, but never have the fulfillment that a close bond would give. Thus, you will continue to be alone in your heart, no matter how hard you try or what you do. The curse will be followed in this way. However, because you won't be able to will yourself away from my side, you will never be left to your own devices. I will watch you and make sure you don't harm anyone else." He knew as she said these words that she was right. He would never be able to leave her side. In that moment, he turned bitterly cold. The ground at his feet grew cold as ice, frost spreading out around his claws. Antheia noticed, and was amused that there was now a new god of winter, but even more so at the fact that he was chained to her, a goddess of spring and summer.

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You Make It Easy - Billy Hargrove // p. 2

Setting: December of 1984

➳ You struggle to not fall in love with the boy next door, but what you don’t know is that he already fell for you.

!! the first part did so well im actually surprised !! tysm i really appreciate the feedback <3 here’s part two and part three’s in the works :)) There might be some mistakes that I missed, I apologize in advance :o) Feedback is deeply appreciated tysm again!!

Word count: 2k words again yeehaw 

Warnings: cursing as usual

   It was the day before Christmas Eve, you asked Billy to drive you around Hawkins since your parents asked you to buy gifts for your relatives in New York. Your parents planned on visiting New York the next day, they, of course, invited you to join them but you instead volunteered to stay and watch the house while they were away visiting relatives. 

   Billy was happy to accompany you to stores, he would follow you wherever you go and gave his opinions on things when you asked for it. You thought he’d get bored watching you shop for almost the whole day, but he showed no signs of disinterest. He was fun to be around and you were glad he agreed to accompany you. His presence made a seemingly boring task fun. 

“Y/N take a look at this,” Billy called for you from another aisle of the store you two were currently in. You walked towards the sound of his voice and found him wearing a Christmas antler headband, “—Don't I look cute?” He chuckled while bobbing his head to make the little bells on the antler ring. 

You giggled at the sight of him. “You know what? You actually do but,” you took the headband from him, earning a scowl from Billy. You placed the headband on your head and smiled at him smugly. “I think I look cuter.” 

“I won’t argue with that.” Billy replied smiling a smile that made your heart skip a beat. He always managed to make you feel this way and you didn’t like the feeling. It felt wrong and inappropriate since Billy was your best friend.

“Wait put this on again, let me take a picture.” You took the headband off your head and handed it back to him. You dug through your purse for your Polaroid camera and pulled it out once you found it.

“Show this to anyone and you’re dead, Y/L/N.” Billy threatened, but you knew he didn’t mean it. Billy reluctantly placed the headband back on his head and smiled for the camera.

“Why? Are you scared to ruin your reputation? Scared that people would think you’ve gone soft?” You teased as you pressed the button to take a picture. 

“That’s exactly why. Are you going to take another one or are we done here?” 

You shook the picture, watching the picture of Billy develop. Once it was done developing you smiled at the photo, it was cute and it showed who Billy Hargrove really was. Under his tough exterior is a soft and caring boy that only you get to see.

“Let me just take a hundred more so I can show the whole town.” You joked making Billy practically yank the headband off his head. 

“So this is why you’ve been bailing on us, you’re too busy entertaining whores.” An unfamiliar voice called from the entrance of the store followed by a chorus of laughter. You turned around to see who it was and saw a couple of guys around Billy’s age. 

“Don’t you ever fucking call her that,” Billy snapped as he charged towards the group of guys, “You’re fucking dead Tommy, you hear me?” 

You grabbed the back of Billy’s jacket, pulling him back with all your might. He struggled against your hold, wanting so badly to hurt the person who insulted you.

“Billy it’s okay, it’s not worth it. I don’t give a shit, it’s fine. Please Bill, stop!” You pleaded as you continue to pull him back. You could hear the group of guys laughing as Billy struggled to release himself from your grip. Eventually, your hold faltered which allowed him to escape. The way he walked towards the group made your skin crawl. As he stepped closer and closer to the group, you saw them began to panic, especially Tommy. Some of Tommy’s friends even walked out of the store, not wanting to get their ass beaten. You raced towards Billy to try to break off the potential fight but you were unfortunately not fast enough, Billy already grabbed a hold of Tommy’s collar and began to drag him outside. You burst out the door panicking, you didn’t want Billy to get in a fight because of you.

“Billy please! Stop! It’s not worth it! You could get in trouble, come on Billy please just take me home!” You shouted firmly, but despite that Billy didn’t seem to hear. You watched as he slammed Tommy on the snow covered pavement, preparing to punch the living daylights out of him. 

“IT WAS A JOKE I SWEAR! I DIDN’T MEAN IT! I’LL STOP JUST PLEASE DON’T-“ Tommy’s pleas were stopped by Billy as he took a hard blow at Tommy’s jaw. 

“BILLY STOP! JESUS CHRIST!” You screamed as you pulled him back with all of your strength, giving Tommy a chance to escape. Billy turned towards you with anger in his eyes which gave you goosebumps, but you ignored the feeling. You cupped his face and looked at him straight in the eye, “Billy breathe, it’s okay. Calm down.” You said in a soft voice, trying to calm him down.

“He called you a whore, Y/N! Why didn’t you let me beat his ass?” Billy responded angrily but the terrifying fire in his eyes disappeared. 

“It’s not worth it, that’s why. He’s  just being stupid and immature, picking a fight with guys like him is unnecessary.”

“Are you fucking serious? That’s how you’re going to react? You’re just going to let him say that shit about you? I can’t believe you!” Billy retorted, taking your hands off his face. He walked away from you and headed towards his car, you followed behind him. 

“You need to have patience, Bill. We could’ve handled that differently. Better yet, you could’ve just let me handle it. Beating the shit out of him won’t solve anything.” You said calmly as you opened the car door and stepped inside, Billy did the same except he opened the door so harshly that you were afraid it was going to be ripped off. 

“That’s fucking bullshit, he needed to get his ass handed to him! He can’t say shit like that to you, I won’t allow it. I’m going to find him and I’m going to beat his sorry little ass.” He started the car and sped away, you sighed in frustration and turned away from him to focus on the surroundings on your window.

“Whatever Hargrove, do what you want.” You replied coldly, now ignoring him. 

Billy didn’t bother to reply, the car ride was silent after that. Billy sped around downtown Hawkins trying to find Tommy but after ten minutes of driving around, you noticed he was now driving home. The whole ride was silent, but every once in a while you could feel Billy glancing at you. You didn’t know why and you didn’t bother to find out, you were too annoyed to talk to him. 

After a couple of minutes of driving, he stops in front of your house. You unbuckled your seatbelt, gathered all your purchased gifts, and opened the car door. 

“Thanks for the ride, goodnight.” You said while not bothering to look at Billy, but before you could close the door, Billy speaks up.

“Is that all you’re going to say? That’s it?” 

“What else do you want me to say?” You replied passively, finally looking at him in the eye. 

“Are we not going to talk about- You know what? Whatever, goodnight.” 

   You closed the door and walked towards your front door, you felt bad for leaving things the way they were with Billy, but you were too upset and too prideful to tell him that you may have overreacted a little. Before stepping inside you watched Billy as he backed up out of your driveway and drive to his house which was next door. He looked upset and you felt even worse than before. He sees you looking at him, making you quickly go inside your house. 

“Hey honey, how was shopping? Did you get everything?” Your dad greeted you with a warm smile as you stepped inside, he was helping your mom make dinner.

“We’re so sorry to make you have to go get all that for us, we just couldn’t get a day off today.” Your mom said while giving you a sympathetic look. You watched as she put a tray of asparagus inside the oven to bake. 

“It’s fine, it wasn’t a lot,” You replied while setting the bags full of gifts on the floor, “I’m going to head upstairs, night.” 

“You’re not going to eat dinner? Is everything okay?” Your dad asked, his voice filled with concern but you sped up the stairs and didn’t bother to reply. 

You kicked off your shoes and tossed yourself into bed. You groaned in frustration, regretting the fact that you didn’t apologize and talk to Billy about things. You stared at your ceiling, your mind running a hundred miles per hour. Then, you finally fell asleep after staring for god knows how long.

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You woke up to the sound of what it sounds to be like rocks hitting your window. You rubbed your eyes trying to get rid of the tiredness and stretched. You got up from your bed and looked out your window squinting to see who’s outside. When your eyes finally focused you see Billy standing on the snowy pavement grinning at the sight of you.

“What light through whatever window breaks! It is the west? East? And you’re the moon!” Billy slurred, giving you a drunk and awfully terrible rendition of Romeo and Juliet, clouds of vapor escaped his mouth as he spoke. You bite back a laugh and wondered how he knows Shakespeare even though he repulsed reading. 

“What the hell are you doing? And stop yelling it’s 1 a.m, you’re going to wake up the entire block idiot.” 

“So I went to a party, drank a little, but it got boring and you kept popping up in my head so I was like ‘Hey Billy since Y/N’s bothering you why don’t you bother her?’ and now I’m here! Also it’s cold Y/N, winter’s a bitch.” Billy said as he rubbed the sleeves of his jacket trying to warm himself. You blushed at his comment, even at his drunken state he still thought of you. 

“Shut up and hold still, I’m coming downstairs to let you in but you have to be quiet. You understand?” You said as you put on your jacket that was laying on your desk. 

“Okay I’ll be quiet I promise. Hurry please I’m reallllyyyy cold.” Billy mumbled as he sat down on the snow covered sidewalk to wait for you.

You tiptoed out of your bedroom, trying not to wake your parents. Then, you rushed down the stairs and opened the front door to go outside. 

“Y/N you came! I’m so glad you could be here! What a pleasant surprise!” Billy said as he struggled to get up from the sidewalk. You rolled your eyes and walked to him to help him up.

“You’re an idiot, Billy Hargrove. Do you know that?” 

“You’ve said that twice, but thanks for reminding me, sweetheart.” Billy gave you a lopsided smile as you grabbed his arm and pulled to help him stand. You then swung his arm on your shoulder and walked him inside your house. It was a struggle to bring Billy up the stairs to your room but you managed. Once you successfully reached your room, Billy kicked off his shoes and wasted no time to belly flop onto your bed.

“Make room for me dickhead, this is my bed.” You giggles softly as you tried to push him towards the wall. You hopped into bed and into the covers to try and warm yourself from the cold, you spread your thick comforter and covered Billy too so he could be warm. 

“I’m warm now, thanks babe.” Billy whispered while giving you a wink, which made you giggle at how dumb he’s acting. He scoots closer to you and stared into your eyes, a sweet smile was plastered on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You whispered softly so only he can hear and you tucked a loose strand of hair that was covering his eye behind his ear. 

“Nothing, I just love you.” Billy smiles, his eyes twinkling. He then reached over to caress your face, “but shhh, don’t tell anyone okay? It’s a secret, I have a reputation that I have to take care of.” Billy spoke in a hushed tone while he places his index finger on your lips to silence your already silent mouth. Your heart became heavy with sadness knowing that he probably doesn’t mean it and that he’ll forget about what he said first thing in the morning. For weeks you’ve struggled to avoid your feelings for Billy but now that he’d said what he said, everything that you’ve tried to avoid feeling came pouring out. You run your hand through his curls as a tear escaped your eye, you tried to wipe it away but Billy already noticed. His brows furrowed at the sight of you crying.

“Oh no why are you crying princess? Who should I fight? I’m ready to fight.” Billy said as he pulls you toward him for a hug. His arm rubs your back as he tries to soothe your crying. 

“I’m just sad because you’ve got too much to drink and you won’t remember what you just said tomorrow morning.” You said as you snuggled closer to him, taking in his scent. More tears fell from your eyes. 

“If that’s why you’re sad then I’m going to remember what I said. I’m smart Y/N, I got this. I won’t let you down. Also, I’m not drunk! That’s bullshit.” Billy slurred as he plants a kiss on your forehead making you cry even more. 

“You make it so easy to fall in love with you, I’ve only known you for a couple of weeks and you’ve already got me crying for you,” Three words were on your mind, three words that are dying to come out. Now, those same three words were finally leaving your mind after dodging it for the past few weeks, refusing to feel the emotions that were connected to it, “I love you, Billy Hargrove and it sucks because you won’t ever feel the same. You’re just drunk and saying things you don’t mean.” You confessed to him while softly sobbing into his jean jacket, you’ve finally let out all the pent up emotions that you’ve been struggling to ignore for the past few weeks. All those weeks of suppressing your emotions were all for nothing because now you’ve finally admitted everything. Now that you’ve said it, it was now real and concrete. There was no turning back.

“Shhh Y/N, don’t cry you’re too pretty to cry! Don’t cry my darling...” Billy said softly while he kissed your head. After a couple of seconds he began to softly snore which led you to believe that he fell asleep, leaving you to deal with your sadness by yourself. You sniffed and wiped your tears with your hand. You snuggled closer to him, taking in the moment knowing that he’ll be gone in the morning and there’ll be no one left for you to hold.

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hey uh,, ive been following u for a while and i just want u 2 know that u + a few others i follow being open abt having hallucinations helped me realize that mine were nothing 2 b ashamed of, n i ended up finally talking abt them in therapy, so now im finally getting support for my schizophrenia! so i wanted 2 thank u for helping me take that first step, cause ive been dealing with them for a few years but ive been too afraid 2 ask 4 help. thank u again and yeehaw

oh love, i’m kind of at a loss for words on how to reply to this bc i feel so touched. knowing that i helped makes me so happy, and i’m so, so glad you’re being able to get the help you need. i wish you the absolute best, love. i hope you are able to find stability through support

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midnight memories | midnight adventures w/ (han) jisung

yes i kNOW this is short but sjsshssb i wrote something at least !! also also.. i actually like this?? this is FIRST TIME WOW

• this boy.. oh BOY he WILDT

• no but like legit

• it's daytime? wilding . nighttime? wilding.

• "jisung just change ur name to 'wildt squirrel'"

• "DJDDJDDJDDJJSJS LOL WHAT"

• it's not only during the day that yall manage to do stupid shit, but congrats! during night, it's even wilder!!! *insert the star eye emoji*

• like sleep? WHO

• it probably started that one night when yall started getting closer and before the night of the first final exam

• jisung, almost stress - crying : Y/N HELP

• y/n : the FUCK DID U DO U DUMMY

• jisung : :(( im scared :(( for the finals :((

• y/n : meet me at the front of ur gate in 15 mins

• and jisung just "?????" because WHAT WERE U EVEN TRYING TO DO-

• "COME ON BITCH WE GOING ON AN ADVENTUREEEE"

• "YEEHAW" - jisung, as his frown is replaced with a huge ass grin as he jumps onto his motorcycle

• about the motorcycle... he can ride it.. but when u drive u just look so cool (⌐■_■) and also because hes just LAZY JSHSGSVSJBS

• (but also because he loves having his arms around ur waist (●´ω｀●))

• since then, this midnight adventures thing has been a RITUAL IN THIS RELATIONSHIP

• if it gets a bit late, yall just stay at either of yalls home together, but mostly urs because, apparently "ur bed is so much comfier :((" according to jisung

• and who are U to stop this cute lil baby

• oh rite

• u ARE his partner

• "jisung u always take like.. 90% of the bed to urself"

• "ok ok ill cuddle u"

• cuddling? lmao now THATS the real ritual here

• mostly yall would have late night supermarket raids, especially at that one supermarket near yalls houses WHICH stocks ramens the quickest

• "doing the job of a god i see" - jisung probably

• and can i just sAY that yall are real monsters man

• 20 packets of fire noodles? GONE IN 20 MINUTES

• but the owner of the store, who's an old lady, never says anything and just loves to see yall bicker at stuff and then laugh to the point where one of u choke on ur noodles

• "young love :')" - she says

•but when yall aren't in the mood to really get ramen or if one u are feeling just vvvv down, yall will just buy like 4 or 5 tubs of ice cream and then go to the park and ride the swings as yall talk shit abt the person who made one of yall sad

• "and then the teacher just put a question mark on my answer like???? i dont know the answer either karen"

• even when yall confessed :')

• "so i have this person i like.." - jisung, as he starts taking small bites from the already taken huge scoop of ice cream from his spoom

• and u ?? CHOKE

• u have two (2) thoughts in ur mind:

• one : W H O W H O W H O W H O W H O W H O W H O W H O W H O!!!!!

• two : oh :( that's alright :( my heart's totally not breaking :( haha :(

• "who?"

• "you."

• this BINCH SKSSHWWBBS

• and ur breath is just?? stuck in ur throat?? like?? h e l l o???

• "oh."

• and there's just this BIG FAT silence between yall after that awkward reply because what the FUCK Y/N UR BETTER THAN THIS!!!

• "i really hope this doesn't ruin our rituals.. lmao.." - jisung, as he nervously plays with his fingers

• "did- did u just say lmao out loud???????? i- cant believe i like THIS LOSER HUH"

• and jisungs head just JSHSHSHSH SHOTS UP AT U

• "okay ONE. IM NO LOSER. AND TWO. DID U JUST SAY U LIKE ME???? BACK????"

• "OBVIOUSLY I LIKE U!! I CANT JUST DUMP UR STUPID LIL ASS RIGHT HERE ON THE STREETS AND YEET MYSELF AWAY PFT"

• "dont pFT ME"

• "P F T"

• really the most cute but stupid couple ever on the streets huh

• "i love u, bITCHHH" - jisung, as he pretends to strum a floating guitar

• "im never gonna stop lovin u, BITCHHH" - both of u, as yall end it with pretending to strum a floating guitar

[ooftherails]

j’taime 🥀🌷

Word Count: roughly 1676

Summary: Peter breaks up your friendship for no apparent reason.

A/N: You’re french oop.

You sat alone at your lunch table. A few weeks ago you had friends. You had somebody. Peter had been your best friend since 5th grade. It was amazing how in a matter of seconds anything can happen. Peter just suddenly stopped talking to you. It seemed like Ned was your replacement "enfant stupide." (Stupid kid) you muttered as you ate your sandwich. "Who, Peter..?' You jumped, scared. it was Michelle. You sighed and nodded. Michelle shrugged and spoke up, "I don't know half of what you just said but it seemed hostile.. Not that I care." You continued eating your sandwich, thinking of peter, you knew you had grown feelings; strong ones.

It had become more than a silly crush but you brushed it off. "Its nothing.." you muttered as michelle rolled her eyes and left. 'Why me..? What did I do..?' You thought as you packed you book in your backpack. Making eye contact with Peter, you quickly looked away and leave the cafeteria. Peter shook his head and continued talking to Ned.

Homework had been a big part of Your daily schedule and you never left it for something else. How else were you supposed to get into your favourite college..? Yet, the impossible seemed possible. "It'll be fun.." your friend spoke whilst you huffed on the other end of the phone. "I don't think so.." You responded as you played with a strand of your hair "I have homewo-." Your friend interrupted You “Homework. Blah blah, whats a bit of work when we could go have some fun..?" You sighed and nodded your head. Although your friend couldn't see you. "I'll be there, goodbye." You hung up and sighed, in frustration this time. Getting up, you stretched. 'Great, why do I agree to such things..?' You thought. Stalking toward your closet, you picked out some shorts and a yellow blouse. You was determined to have a fun night although it wasn't your scene. Looking around, you grab ‘Forget me' a book you were determined to finish.

Loud music could be heard and the smell of alcohol was faint but nonetheless could be picked up as you drove through the unfamiliar neighbourhood. Finally reaching the house, You park to the side. Since the houses parking lot is filled to the brim with cars, you can't really park there. Quickly spoting your friend on the lawn, You get out of the car and jog towards her. "hey..!" Your friend shouted making you roll your eyes playfully. "Whats the point of this..?" You asked as you forced a smile. “Listen.." Your friend paused and looked at you seriously. "We're teenagers, live a little. Get yourself out there." You sighed whilst hearing your closest friend talk. "Anyway, I'm gonna go, see ya (nickname)." That little nickname made your heart pang with hurt. Peter used to call you That. You shook your head in sadness and made your way towards the front door. Opening the door, right there and then, your eyes met with Peters'. His glare was impossible to miss. You whimpered quietly and walked towards the living room. "Penis Parker, what's up? So where's your pal Spider-Man? Let me guess: In Canada with your imaginary girlfriend? Oh wait, that's not Spider-Man. That's just Ned in a red shirt" Flash simply pissed you off. The tears built up in your eyes had gone away as anger began to fill you. "Shut up..!" You shouted making Flash stop his djaying. "You keep saying all of this shit yet what are you good for..?" Flash scoffed and kept on djaying, not saying another word. Suddenly, Peter grabbed your shoulder roughly and led you to an unoccoupied bathroom. "What's your deal?!" He sneers "What's your problem?!" You snaps back. This had been the first time in weeks he had spoken to you. "I don't get it, why the fuck are you sticking up for me, so you can break me down all over again..?!" He replies. "W-what are you talking about..?" You were genuinely confused. Tears filled your eyes but you refused to let him see the damage he had caused. "Oh I don't know, that i'm an insolent idiot and more naive than a baby..? How could you do that..?!?" You paused and your eyes widened as you realised what he was talking about.

—Flashback—

You aren’t the gossip type yet you seem to get dragged into it all the time. Flash had spread rumours that you supposedly liked him. You snort. "Please, I would never have a crush on such an insolent idiot. That guy is more naive than a baby. Yea he likes me and we’re friends but I would never like him back" You knew no one could hear what you said or they would tell Flash. Yet, Peter was there listening to the conversation. It was by accident. The poor kid was looking for a trash can. The paper ball in his hand crumpled as he squeezed in anger, sadness, and disappointment. He couldn't believe what his best friend was saying behind his back. Of course it wasn't about him but he thought otherwise. He never heard the word 'Flash' or anything apart from the insult. He had a crush on you and Flash-your friend- accidentally found out so thats why he thought it was about him. It was stupid, really. Ever since then, Peter cut off all connections and led on with his life.

—Flashback Over—

"Peter, I—" You pause, struggling to get the words out. "I wasn't talk-." Peter interrupts you "I fucking hate you!!" He pushes you. whimper leave your mouth and Peter's eyes suddenly turn soft as if he just realises what he did. "Oh m-my god I." You storm out of the bathroom and leave without turning back for some fresh air. getting in your car, you go to the first place that crosses your mind; the place where you would always go with Parker, which was a specific bench in a nearby park. The blinking lights of the streets glare on your window; it had rained that day.

You pulled up at the park and left your car, locking it behind you. The fresh smell of wet leaves bring back memories of the old times. "What the hell happened..?" You muttered sadly.

You walk over to the unoccupied bench which was surprisingly dry. Sitting down, you gets lost in thought. You finally snap back when someone taps her shoulder. Surprised, you look over, "S-Spiderman?" You ask; startled. After You stormed out, Peter decided to follow you, as Spider-man though. He didin't want to fight. "you come here too..?" he asks. You slowly nods, looking down  at your feet, "well.. I used to, I don't really pass by here anymore.." You whisper in the silent cold night. "Why not?" he asks, pretending to be curious. You sigh. "just brings back memories that I'd rather forget.." You reply. His heart shattered, "oh.. why?" he manages to say. You look up at the tree in the distance, its' leaves peacefully drifting in the wind, "There's this person that heard me say something that was meant for someone else.  T-they thought I was directing it to them.." you said, your eyes flooding with tears. "Well, what happened..?" he asks, trying to untangle the mess that was made, and trying to understand it. "But I don't even know you. Why should I tell you..?" You responded back, barely a whisper. Scratching the back of his head, Spidey shrugged "It's always nice to vent..?" You nodded slowly, "Well, a friend at my school; Flash, had spread false rumors about me liking him, and one of my friends; Peter, overheard me when I said that I'd never like Flash because he is a 'naïve insolent idiot'. But I think my friend didn't hear me say Flash so he didn't know  I was talking about Flash.. so..-- so, he took it personally and assumed i was talking about him instead .." you say, disappointed, looking back down. "Its quite stupid actually but now Peter won't talk to me." You vented, tears ran down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. "It hurts, Y'know..? I miss him. His fluffy hair, beautiful eyes, his dorky personality." Peter's heart ached with sadness. How could he have done a thing to such a nice person. At this point he just wanted to hug you tightly and never let you go, to stop you from crying. He was an idiot to think you were talking about him.

"I'm so so sorry.." He spoke out. You laughed sadly, "It's not your fault." You paused for a moment. "Wait, why are you sorry.." You was confused. Spiderman slowly slides the mask off his face, revealing his true identity. You gasp and turn red. "P-Peter?" He looks down at the ground. You quickly realise who you just vented to. You looks over to the distant tree once again, the leaves still softly blowing in the wind and sniffle. He whispers, "Im sorry...for assuming..everything, I-." He stops to think. "I didn't mean to hurt you.." You turns over to look at him. Reaching out his hand, Peter wipes the tears off her rosey cheeks. He cups her face in his hands and looks down. You lift his head up, smile kindly, and whisper softly. “Même après tout ce temps, je t'aime toujours, Peter. Mes sentiments sont-ils destinés à être comme ça pour toujours ?Tout ce que je sais c'est que je t'aime, Peter."  (Even after all this time, I still love you, Peter. Are my feelings destined to be like this forever? All I know is I love you, Peter.) Peter looks at you akwardly and thinks as he tries to decifer what you just said. "Uh. Oui oui?" He laughs nervously as you tries to hold back a laugh, "I love you, idiot.~" Peter suddenly smile as if he won the lotto and chuckles. “More than friends?” Peter asks shyly. You lock your lips with his and kiss. “Does that answer your question, Mr.Parker?” You jokingly say. Peter’s cheeks go red as he nods.

"Rose"   "Yeah?"      "C-Can I kiss you?"   "Get over here."   

yEeHaw (aka tHe enD)

[halftheway]

#34 + curt and owen!

im trying so hard not to start and finish these messages with ‘howdy’ and ‘yeehaw’ please pray for me im turning into a cowboy but Anyway !! here is the answer to this prompt !! this was actually pretty fun to write so thank you for the request wow (also i’ve just been.. altering the lines of dialogue from the prompts but keeping the sentiment bc i’m a wild man and can’t be tamed)

34. “I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.”

“You’ll be working this case together, so try not to cause an international incident.” Cynthia sits back in her chair and lights a cigarette. “I don’t have time to clean up any more of your messes.”

Curt doesn’t necessarily think he’s made any messes, but he knows better than to pick a fight with her over this. “Noted.”

He only half-pays attention to the rest of her briefing, busy thinking about getting on with the mission. It sounds relatively open and shut, just simple recon, but a partner might complicate things. For the most part he works alone, after all, he is one of the greatest spies to ever live-

“Mega!”

“What? I was listening,” he protests. To be fair, he wasn’t, but it doesn’t really matter. As long as- shit. He can’t actually remember the name of his new partner.

“Don’t worry, Cynthia,” said partner replies easily. “I’ve been taking notes.”

Curt doubts that, but glances down at the table anyway. Sure enough, there’s a small pad in front of his prospective partner, filled with neat notes and what appears to be a doodle of-

“A ladybug, really?”

The man next to him shrugs. “Is there anything else we need to know?”

Cynthia rolls her eyes and says, “Yes. If you screw this up-”

“You’ll kill me yourself,” Curt finishes.

She nods, but before she can bark at them to leave, Curt feels a hand on his elbow. “Let’s go, don’t need to be taking up more of Ms. Houston’s time.”

He stands, following- he really needs to remember this guy’s name- out of the briefing room. Curt closes the door behind them, and turns around to find his partner in very close quarters.

“Owen, by the way,” he says, locking eyes with Curt. “Owen Carvour.”

“I know,” bluffs Curt. He’s really not sure what to make of this guy, Owen, but doesn’t look away. “I’m not that careless.”

“Aren’t you, though?” He smiles, and suddenly he’s striding down the hallway, leaving Curt staring after him.

This mission is going to be an interesting one.

“You know, I ended up liking you quite a bit more than I’d originally planned,” Owen comments. He’s still focused on the files spread across the desk in front of him.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmm,” he replies without looking up.

“Why do you say that?”

He doesn’t answer, is too busy squinting at one of the pages. Curt holds back a deep sigh. By now he’s learned when Owen’s concentrating on something nothing short of the world ending will distract him, so Curt just waits for him to answer.

“I’m not sure,” he says finally, scribbling something on his notepad. “Well, I know why I didn’t plan on liking you in the first place.”

Curt leans over his shoulder to see what he’s writing, but it’s just another one of his doodles. “Why do you do that, anyway?”

He shrugs, not reacting at all to Curt’s presence in his personal space. “Helps me process.”

Like that explains anything. Curt truly doesn’t understand the way Owen’s brain works, but-

“-a bit too impulsive,” Owen’s saying, and Curt really needs to learn to pay attention. “I mean, we all are, in this line of work you have to think on your toes, but you really push it, sometimes.”

“I thought you were gonna tell me why you liked me,” Curt says, crossing his arms.

Owen makes a noncommittal noise and . “If I recall correctly, I said I knew why I didn’t like you.”

“I’m touched.” He turns to walk away, but Owen stops him with a hand on his arm, and suddenly he’s frozen. His heart is hammering in his chest for reasons he doesn’t want to think about right now, and it feels like it starts to beat even faster when Owen meets his eyes.

“But you care about what you do, and you learn from your mistakes. You have a good heart, Curt Mega,” he says. “I like that.”

Curt feels like he might pass out. “Yeah?” Best not to examine that.

“Yeah.” He blinks, and seems to remember himself, this hand off Curt’s arm and goin back to the paperwork. “Of course, you’re still an arrogant bastard.”

[wordswithateez]

yeehaw!ateez - Chapter 2

IM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG BUT ITS FINALLY HERE!!!! thank u all for waiting!! :D - kiki

CHAPTER TWO - Warm Ups

The barn ambiance had gone quiet once Jongho had tugged a finicky Fuego into the stable. Heart thumping in your chest, you approached the stainless steel trailer, the sudden quiet of the yard making you feel almost uneasy. Shadows enshrouded the inside of the transport vehicle, and as you stepped inside, the small windows provided only just enough light for your eyes to readjust. You almost didn’t see the gelding at first, as his sleek dappled grey coat blended in with the metal walls of the trailer. His coat brewed like a storm—a contorting concoction of black and white over grey.

Gale, Hongjoong’s wind and sea.

Or Pegasus and Bellerophon, as even the most critical and scrutinizing of judges had nicknamed the pair.

You approached slowly, as if hurrying would cause Gale to evaporate and disappear like mist. The gelding had turned his head as far as his lead would allow him, watching you with soft sterling eyes that held an intelligence you’d never seen in any other horse before. You found yourself involuntarily greeting him as you unclipped his tie and attached another lead of your own. He snorted curiously at you, sensing your nerves.

“Hey there, Gale,” you said, finding yourself mumbling his name as you carefully guided him down the trailer’s access ramp. His ears perked up obediently at the mention of his name and raised his head to feel the sun on his coat. You led the gelding carefully; if anything happened to Gale because of you, you think you might die before Hongjoong has a chance to kill you.

Amazingly, Gale seemed miles more confident than you were. His hoofsteps were sure, and he took long strides at your side. He barely flinched as the gravel turned to concrete upon entering the large main stable, which was beginning to buzz with ATEEZ activity. You saw Wooyoung carry a black saddle into the tack room, and Mingi gently remove Domino’s halter. Farther down, Yeosang and Yunho worked together to brush Charity, who stood patiently at a pair of cross-ties. No sign of Hongjoong, but you knew his stall was already labelled.

“y/n!”

Just as you were about to unlock the stall gate, a voice rose to catch your attention. You turned to notice none other than Seonghwa, who was walking towards you with Dauntless in tow. The regal black stallion pinned his ears at you as he followed Seonghwa closer, causing Gale to tense up beside you. Seonghwa noticed and stopped at a safe distance.

“You’re y/n, right? Sorry, he doesn’t like new people very much,” he said with an apologetic smile. You nodded, understanding.

“No worries, I’ve had my fair share of troublemakers. And yes, that’s me,”  you replied with a laugh, desperately trying to ease the tension created by the two horses. Gale grew more and more guarded as the seconds ticked by under the shadow of Dauntless.

His smile didn’t change, offering you an involuntary twinge of guilt. “Of course, nice to meet you, y/n. I was going to ask you. The trails around Royal’s Elite are quite extensive, right?” He glanced towards the barn doors, then back to you. “I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of one. Dauntless here needs to cool off, and I know some work could do him some good.”

“Oh, yes, definitely,” you said, straightening. You pointed outside with your free hand, towards two cypress trees at the far end of the front yard. A dirt trail began between them, winding into the forest. “Between those trees is the longest trail we have, and it runs in a loop. There’s lots of flat area. Although there are a few cross-country jumps set up, so…”

Seonghwa’s expression changed, and he let out a chuckle. “Just because I’m a dressage rider doesn’t mean I can’t handle a couple of hurdles.”

“Right, right,” you responded awkwardly, hiding the pain with a smile. “Then I think you’ll be good to go otherwise. Are you all set?”

“Should be,” he answered, patting Dauntless’s neck. The stallion was clad in a black bridle and matching hunter saddle, and you admired his turquoise saddle pad for a moment.

“Okay, cool,” you said, trying to be casual. “The trail’s all yours.”

He gave you a dazzling smile. “Great, thank you!”

And then they were gone. You watched Dauntless follow his owner with a sassy flick of his tail, and Gale visibly relaxed once the stallion had left.

“You don’t like him?” you asked Gale as you returned to your previous task of walking Gale into his stall. Gale just snorted at you in response, tossing his head after you slid the halter off of his head. “He does seem a little hot-headed. But aren’t most Friesians like that?” The gelding stood patiently as you talked, ears pointed attentively in your direction. Suddenly, though, something behind you became much more interesting.

“Aren’t most horses like what?”

...God, you can’t get five seconds worth of peace.

You turned around in the stall to find Hongjoong leaning over the stable gate, grinning at you. At the same time, Gale let out an excited whinny and almost pushed you over as he tried to get to Hongjoong. The man laughed as he was greeted with a faceful of horse, proceeding to scratch the gelding’s ears. You smiled exasperatedly and went to meet Hongjoong at the gate. “I’m not going to make fun of you for talking to the horses, especially since Gale knows pretty much all of my secrets,” he said with a laugh.

“Ahah, yeah,” you said in reply, still embarrassed that he’d caught you making conversation with a horse.

“Everything seems to be going smoothly,” he continued, glancing down the stable corridor. “But we’ve got work to do.”

“Of course,” you said, paying attention. Not like you knew what that work was or anything. “How can I help?”

He hummed in thought, pulling in the front of his lips. “Mingi and Yeosang want to go over some jump combinations just to visit the arena. Could you help us set up?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely,” you said. “We keep the poles in the garage at the back of the arena. Do you want me to show you?” you asked, just to make sure. To your surprise, he shook his head.

“I think I’d like to saddle up too, actually. It’s been a long trip, and Gale clearly has some spring in his step.” He gestured to the gelding, who tossed his mane as if on cue.

Your heart skipped a beat. You were going to see Hongjoong on horseback so soon? “Right, sure. I’ll set them up for you then.”

Hongjoong smiled. “Yunho will probably be out soon to help. Thanks, y/n.”

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

Leaving Gale in Hongjoong’s hands, you left the stable and made your way to the outdoor arena. It wasn’t a long walk at all, as one side of the stable overlooked the arena entirely. Behind the arena, the storage shed’s doors slid open with a worn creak.

Pulling the overhead lamp’s drawstring, the shed was soon washed in a warm glow. Jump poles were lined up against the wall, their colors foreign against the old brown planks, with the stands stacked beside them. You took a breath and lifted two of the stands into your arms, heaving a little with the effort, and walked back outside. To your discovery, another person was jogging in your direction.

“Heya!” he greeted you with a smile, black hair bobbing. “Hongjoong sent me to help you. I’m Yunho.”

I know who you are, you thought as you looked up at him, offering a smile of your own. “Oh, thanks! Nice to meet you; I’m y/n.”

He grinned, walking into the storage shed and coming out with two more stands like you. “Just basic warm-up stuff, right?”

“Guess so.” You shrugged. “I can’t imagine anything else after that ride.”

Yunho let out a breath. “Whew, yeah, it was long. Twelve hours.”

You nodded, opening the arena gate. The sawdust caked under your boots as you walked inside.

“Let’s just do a couple,” Yunho said, setting down his stands. “I don’t wanna be out here for that long, I’ve got sleep to catch up on.”

You laughed and set down your own. “Fine with me.”

The two of you set up around five or six jumps, most of them fairly simple. You were sweating a little by the end, but Yunho seemed as exuberant as ever. He grinned at you as the two of you left the arena, locking the gate behind you.

“I’ll tell Hongjoong and Mingi they’re ready,” Yunho said as the two of you returned to the main stable. “Yeosang is lunging Sunny, if you want to get him.”

“Sure. Are you going to jump, too?” you asked, but mentally slapped yourself in the forehead afterward. Of course Yunho wasn’t going to jump. He chuckled.

“No, I can’t. Charity’s retired.”

“Oh, yeah.” Nice going, y/n.

Leaving Yunho to talk to Hongjoong and Mingi, you swallowed and began to make your way to one of the circular corrals. Sure enough, Yeosang was inside, watching Sunny canter lightly in circles around him. Although her tail was still raised high, her head was lowered, and she chewed at the bit in her mouth, ears pointed towards her owner. A good sign.

“Hey, Yeosang?” you called, getting his attention. He’d noticed you and merely let out a deep breath, slowing Sunny to a walk. “The arena’s all ready.”

He blinked, watching you for a moment. “Oh, thank you.” His voice was soft, and Sunny snorted, turning to walk towards him. He gathered the lunge in his hands, taking hold of her rein and unclipping the lunge when she neared. The Arabian glanced up at you, her eyes bright and full of youth. You smiled- it wasn’t often you saw horses with so much spunk.

Yeosang looked a little tired as he exited the corral with Sunny. You tilted your head. “Is something wrong?”

“Sunny is a handful sometimes,” he said with a wheezy laugh. You glanced up at the palomino pinto, who nickered in response.

“I can see why,” you said, reaching up a hand to stroke her nose.

You walked with Yeosang and Sunny to the arena, where Mingi and Hongjoong were waiting on horseback. If you thought Mingi was tall on his own, he was a giant sitting astride on Domino. The Knabstrupper gelding stared intently at you as you approached, raising his head sharply when you stopped in front of them. Hongjoong glanced at Yeosang.

“Are you ready?”

You held Sunny still while Yeosang climbed into the saddle. Smiling down at you for a moment, he gathered the reins and nodded to Hongjoong. “I am now.”

With that, the trio entered the arena.

long chapter to make up for the wait!!! :D next episode is going to be fun haha. i’m spending some time with the showjumpers before the dressage drama starts up (eye emoji)

[fightwing]

🌟!!

bro i know what we do with aus so i am: feare. 

1. JASON is dick’s agent 37 partner. since we were just talking about dick’s /death/ what if jason was in the inner circle for that plot and after he saw the broadcast (or what if he was even there when dicks heart stopped) he went to bruce directly and then dick and jason work together to fuck shit up!!! (also jason: bro maybe don’t die again?) 

2. ghost!jason. i say this bc apparently im horny for pain, bc dick ‘seeing’ jason post-his death would topple his sanity like a fucking jenga tower. he’s also probably gonna ask ghost jason abt his parents sad yeehaw

3.  not to b on brand but reverse robin au where either dick is the last robin or just the one that came after jason. mostly just cause i’d like to see how jason would handle being fired/quitting and if we really wanna go to angst city then dick dies, especially bc dick was such a :D uwu young kid 

3. i read this fic awhile ago about dick being the one to catch jason stealing the batmobile tires and then consequentially taking him under his wing, so dick grayson telling this orphan kid he’s got an apartment he can crash at in bludhaven and then they just kinda??? become brothers??? dick teaches him how to fight but he doesnt want jason to be like him and have to see the thins he did at his age but of course jason breaking out and doing it himself so essentially nightwing and lil wing babey!!!! 

4. have i mentioned i love our college au? yes? WELL TOO BAD HERES MORE: cramming for finals, girlfriend/boyfriend troubles (reminds me i gotta reply to the coming out thread IM SO SORRY), christmas in their shitty dorm, movie nights, fights, moving in, etc. 

5. ANYTHING in the robin!jay era especially maybe him leading a team like in YJ, so that dick and he run different teams but dick is always there to answer him when he calls/offer advice/BE THERE. Also if we going YJ then dick finding out it was jason he fought in the LOA (also jason saying gray...son ended me) and GOING FERAL to break jasons mind control whatever and save his baby bro    

[space-cops]

sciura replied to your post “do any of you guys suffer from really bad migraines and if so what did...”

Super bad migraines here! Mine started when I was 13, but the diagnosis process should be the same for an adult: bring it up with your primary care doc and get a referral to a neurologist. It'll take time to get in with them, though, so in the meantime, your primary care may put you on a common migraine treatment medication or give you rescue medication. (If you want to message me, I can give you more details on the med/treatment front - I've tried just about everything)

oh boy i know how the dance to get in touch with a specialist goes. that shit takes forever, esp when you live in the middle of nowhere like i do LMAO but YIKES since 13 i am very sorry. i’ve only been dealing with them for the last 2-3 years but they’ve finally gotten to the point where they’re constantly a problem so im like :\\\\

i dont think my primary would have any problem tossing medication at me either, since it seems to be her favourite thing to do. and if it works until i can see the neurologist then YEEHAW. i just wanna get through a week at work without having to spend a shift or two hiding in the office, doing nothing productive :S

[survivorwakea]

Episode 7: “I just don’t think that makes sense” - Jared

Hello Elmo - welcome to your tape. We once again meet in an org. I was very excited to 1. make merge 2. to meet up with u in another org and to have the chance to work with you. However my excitement was almost immediately ruined. I asked if you want to work together and was greeted with "if our plans align". This was my first red flag of a few tonight. "If" not hey lets make our plans align nd work together, just a sort of ok sure if it swings that way. So I said that to you, we should make them align. You replied with "kk." BITCH TF DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING. And then you're all like I'm so happy you made merge you deserve this. Ok whatever I know that's just you trying to change the subject, which you do a lot when you want to avoid things hmmm. Then we start discussing HvV nd I made a joke about you maybe fucking me over here after I said I trusted you...you left me on read....so I'm not just gonna sit there and take that. I was like ok I see where I stand with you. And you're like nooo I want us to work together but also if you think you wanna vote me out because it's best for your game then don't be afraid to do that ~ and trust me I'm not scared to vote you out. I did it once before, I'll do it again. You did say that wasn't you plotting against me, and I sure as fuck hope you meant that because my dumbass does want to work with you even if right now I feel similar to how I did before and like I'm not your closest person, which really did affect us I think oops. We love having no trust in a duo. I let this go because I fully understand that hey maybe things won't work out for us in this org, although I'm really hoping they do. Then you're like hey lets guess for the idol together. Okay sounds promising doesn't it? think again. Turns out you gave your guesses to Justin and Zack. I'm glad you did tell me this though because it shows there's a little bit of trust, but I am wondering where that puts me in all of this. How close are you to Justin and Zack? I adore you and if you do feel you need to vote me out then so be it, I respect that and there wont be any hard feelings, but don't think I won't fight you for this. Hopefully I am just reading too much into things and you are wanting to work closely with me. I do pray we end up working together, I plan on trusting you more even if I do feel right now that is going to be a risk, but it's one I am willing to take. I know you're an absolute social king. I am the social queen, a king needs a queen but a queen does not need a king. Remember that.

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YEEHAW BITCHES I MADE MERGE. Been to every tribal council so far, plan on being here until the final tribal council. I'm not a threat I swear.

I made it to merge! This is very exciting considering this is my first discord game and I can sorta function on it so thats good. I've had the pleasure of hardly participating in any challenges and only going to the joint tribal where Dean was voted out. I pretty much have no real relationships in the game since I haven't had to really count on anyone in a tribal. The good news is a lot of people were messaging me last night even those who I haven't had a chance to be on a tribe with yet like Chloe and Bodhi. Well...I've played with Bodhi in several other seasons before and I'm glad I have an excuse to talk to him again but I also know how cut throat he can be. The good news is that Johnny told me that Jared along with Bodhi, Joey, and Asya would potentially work with us. This is good. As long as people are interested that should at least keep people away from voting for me. I've also been reunited with Justin. We were on our first tribe together and I thought that we could work well together. There is also Ben and Elmo. I think I've done surprisingly well and being connected with those in the tribe despite my "inactiveness". Johnny is def my number one but I also don't want our games to be the same. I also have a lot of trust in Elmo and it doesn't look like he is as well integrated or at least maybe is a little UTR too. If it looks like Johnny and I are just making the same decisions, I think people may side with Johnny. So its important that I stay alert to new opportunities and make sure that I'm looking out for myself. I think I've been playing an UTR kind of game so far and I'd like to continue doing that. If people like me or at least don't mind having me around then no one will throw out my name as a target. I submitted my video for the talent challenge and just hope that I don't get negative comments.

I MADE MERGEEEEEE FUCKING FINALLY.

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I need to rely heavily on an outside social presence, I need to keep up the fact that I’m working to ensure a heavy background role. I have a lot of ORG experience, and I often want to draw from the best players that I know, and combine most of their unique gameplay qualities. A few examples I’m going to be using is Michael mepole’s strategy for Touchy Subjects when he puts all his positive answers on much bigger targets than him in order to create a narrative and slide into the background. TJP, one of my best friends outside of games plays a game built heavily on strategy and sociability, which while I’m at my new place, is giving me more flexibility to play games and work on my one big flaw: my social game. I said previously that in this game, I have nothing to lose, and EVERYTHING to gain. Survivor is the closest thing to being a good running back in football. Some running backs like Le’Veon Bell are very patient, and wait for holes to open up so they can explode. If I can have 15% of that patience in this game, the entire season will open up BEAUTIFULLY for me. It is absolutely imperative that I make sure Jared and Johnny are the two most vocal players in our alliance, because I have more freedom than anyone else in this game, having never made merge in an ORG game(Fuck you Trevino) before, the sky is the absolute limit. I need to keep others at bay, and kind of do what Ian did: build a wall and make it nearly impossible to have a social game with me.

Just found an advantage, so im pretty much a king. thanks lov u

i’m so annoy eeeeed

johnny really lost his vote for a legacy advantage that now serves literally no purpose so that’s sexy. now we (me, johnny, jared, bodhi, joey) have to depend on anabel and i guess lily for this vote. also they wanna kill chloe which is ugly and not what i want so like.

i know anabel doesn’t wanna kill chloe but that might just be because she’s a facebook person. anabel and myself both wanna vote lily and for some reason that’s just not translating to these people. like y’all want lily to be our extra vote but that could easily be chloe, especially when anabel is the one who can swing it in our favor and she wants lily out like.

anyways my alternate solution was just to vote out one of the facebook men. idc who. then we can get lily on board and probably chloe, and we don’t need anabels vote. like if y’all are so worried abt facebook people then what i’m saying makes sense. chloe has shown an interest in working with me and none of y’all have heard shit from the others so?

anyways i get mad when i don’t get my way so sorry for all the ugliness i know will follow after this,,,,, ur all beautiful except for stinky johnny and his stinky legacy advantage

so this is my first tribal ever, im immune, and thats super cute and hot and everything, but u know what’s cuter and hotter?? this bitch right here is ab to do somethin crazy and perhaps stupid but it’ll provide good television!!! jared johnny bodhi joey asya and maybe lily and all want me to vote chloe and i have said that im down w that. HOWEVER, elmo justin zack chloe and ben are voting joey and they think im doing the same. im a bit conflicted rn. i am thinking i want to go w elmo bc he’s the person i trust a lot, but i really need to talk to like johnny bc he can’t vote this round, and i also trust him a lot!!! so basically we’re looking at 5 voting chloe, 5 voting joey, and then me. and whatever i do is what happens. not really quite sure if this is a good position to be in, i have 11 ppl who think im with them and that ill do whatever they say, but im not really ab that... i just rly need to talk to johnny bc he’s the person who’s gonna give me answers and insight and everything i need but he’s at WORK and this rly sucks. stay tuned for my decision LOL

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idk if i mentioned this in my last one but... the condition for me voting joey is that chloe zack justin elmo and ben have to say it was lily and NOT me. if this works im going to pee myself..

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so everyone except zack knows ab my big huge plan and if he would JUST FUCKING GET ON i would love to tell him.... i feel like all this shit is so unnecessary for the first merge vote, but they started it. so if they’re gonna be crazy, i am gonna be crazier.  and that’s just the tea. putting on my big girl panties and walkin into tribal w a plan in my head, a smile on my face, and lies on my lips (wow that’s poetic)

this is copied from my thread but thats fine:

SO ANABEL SAYS TAHT SHE WANTS TO CALL! so we call and she drops a bomb that there is a big grp of tumblrs working together trying to get chloe out and im like hmm huh and she asks me not to tell anyone and im like thats fine i think that i convinced to anabel that she can flip to our side bc if she does that then joey should leave 6v5 bc johnny cannot vote i also convinced anabel to tell everyone on the other side aka FB + Ben side so now i dont have to tell them and i dont incriminate my alliance between anabel i think that if this works it would be so good for me... like even if chloe leaves i should be in a good position its much favorable if joey leaves but chloe leaving is not HORRIBLE for me that being said theres no way i would vote chloe out bc it doesnt make sense considering they are not even including me in the plan but yeah im kinda excited that my social game is snapping rn

UPDATE: i think that i got anabel to flip and i rly want chloe to stay now bc i think she'd rly wanna work w me if she gets saved. ZACK FLORES U BETTER NOT SELF VOTE OR ALL OF THIS WILL GO TO SHIT!

PRAYS TO HAWAIIAN GODS FOR THIS TO WORK.

OMGGGGG THIS IS CRAZY. queen anabel is honestly doing what i think will be the best thing for her game and informing us (me, elmo, justin, chloe, ben) what the rest of the cast is doing and voting out chloe. anabel a snake QUEEN and wants us to blame lilly after all of this and i am SO FOR THAT. i just hope anabel isnt really working with them and the other side plan on like blindsiding me or something. idk.. if joey winds up going home then this will be so good and i will love anabel so fucking much. all HAIL the snake queen! anabel legend. just pls dont be lying to me bc idk our call we just had did seem a lil quick and shit..

today i am voting out johnny. i hate the judges of the last challenge except for anna dad. anna dad is cool..

This round is crazy i wish i had recorded audio.

{ ok this is part is written today: i forgot that my confessional was so shitty last round. everything below this will be falsified confessional trying to get back into my head from last round }

So tonight chlohie should be leaving. We have majority but Joey is getting some votes too. It'll be 6-5 and joey will be safe. I would be totally shocked if Joey were to leave.  

What time is it? *clap clap* it's that time where I over share my feelings in here yeehawwwwww. So going into this tribal this morning, ya girl was nervous. It was quiet. Too quiet. The first name I hear is Joey, I'm kinda like oh no I like him but he's not too active so okay. As the day progresses and I'm still not hearing anything, the alarm bells start to go off a bit. I'm trying to tell myself I'm just being over paranoid, it's okay, I am fine, it's just a simple merge vote. All of a sudden I get Anabel rushing into my messages telling me she wants to call, I'm like ok cute bonding experience I'm here for it. Ben then in my messages saying to be prepared for the shit show that Anabel is about to tell me. I can feel my pulse rising I be looking like spongebob up in this bitch just shooketh. I call Anabel. She's like sis ur being targeted. Im like you're fucking kidding. Shocked but not surprised. Asya, who I thought was my homegirl, now up in this bitch wanting to vote me. People I been talking to all day being like wow I'm nervous be wanting to vote me. And why? Am I a threat? AM I REALLY A FUCKING THREAT? I been to every tribal council yea, but at the same time I'VE BEEN TO EVERY TRIBAL COUNCIL. PLEASE GIVE ME A BREAK AND STOP TARGETTING ME FOR 2 SECONDS. So where I think I stand right now - I'm working with Zack, Justin and Elmo hardcore. We have Asya, Bodhi, Joey, Lily and Jared on the other side. Then in the middle there's Ben and Anabel. But then Johnny I'm shitting myself about because I've no idea where he stands right now. If this goes to plan Joey will go home tonight instead of me. Watch yourself Asya, I thought we had each others back. You apparently just want to stab me in mine.

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just made like a pretty lengthy lowkey negative confessional. So here's a positive one. I've decided that I love Elmo again and I adore him fully as a person he makes me so so happy and I'm happy to actually have a shot at fixing out broken org relationship. He's fully one of my favouritest people I've ever met EVER. and I'm so so so happy I get to play with him again. Zack I also love so much, I feel we've never had the proper chance to connect but we kinda highkey doing it here and I want to go far with him. He always makes me smile no matter what. I just really really hope he's having fun. Justin I also love a lot, at first I was kinda unsure about him. He reminds me a lot of myself. But now I couldn't imagine this game without him. He is a strong player but I fully admire him. I'm glad I got to meet him for the first time ever in this game and I sure hope we continue to be friends even after it ends.

These 3 people make my little heart sing and although I'm not in the position I thought I would be in right now, part of me is glad. I think we're just going to be brought closer and I'm excited to see what future tribals hold for us.

DUDE CAN WE JUST VOTE OUT CHLOE SO I CAN ACTUALLY STAY

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Joey is voted out 6-5. He becomes the first member of the jury.