#༻✧ Haname writes

[crazed-flower]

(Prolog)

Warnings: curse words, typo, bad grammars.

A/n: before anything, i want to thank @batsyforyou for putting up with my shitty writing and messed up grammar by being my proofreader and helping me edit lots of stuff. I really love and i am very grateful for your help in this one and for the next ones. ❤❤❤❤

It was a beautiful day outside. Manwë sat down in his garden, content to feel the grass under him and admire the beauty of the flowers around him.

But his day of leisure was cut short when a blinding light appeared beside him. Only when the light was subdued, did he see what it was.

It was a little girl, clutching two bags in her tiny little hands.

She wore strange clothing, a black skirt with a red and white line made into a tattersall pattern that barely reached to her knees, a slightly dirty white thin shirt with short sleeves, a sharped end ribbon tied onto her collar, a strange-looking black outer layer with the same pattern as her skirt, a pair of black and white socks, and shoes with laces.

The little girl looked like an elfling in Manwë's eyes, so small and fragile. But he knew that this girl was no ordinary one, after all, she appeared within a blinding light right beside him, as if she was sent by Eru himself.

Realizing that he could not keep this to himself, he lifted the unconscious little girl in his arms along with her bags and carried her to his halls.

━━━━━━━

The moment Manwë arrived in his throne room, Varda immediately approached him, especially after spotting the unconscious little girl in her husband's arms.

"Who is this, my dear?" She asked. She put her hand on her husband's arm as she looked at the little girl whose hand was now clutching her husband's outer robe tightly.

Manwë lightly shook his head. "I do not know, she appeared beside me while I was in the garden."

Varda looks at her husband, confusion written on her face. Then she looks at the unconscious little girl again.

"She is quite strange, is she not?"

"Indeed, her fëa is unlike what i have seen." He shrugged, his hair falling from his shoulder. "Although i must admit i am no expert, that would be Namo's place."

Varda smiled at her husband, "Then we shall inform him."

"You are right, my Queen. Please bring the child to the empty guest room of our halls. I will send a message for Namo."

With that Varda took the still unconscious little girl from her husband's arms along with the bags, before marching out of the throne room. And Manwë called his herald, Eonwë, to inform Namo of their little guest.

━━━━━━

Varda carried the little girl to a guest room where she gently lay the little girl on the bed and put the bags beside the bed.

She inspects the little girl's body, finding some injuries and bruises on her.

So, Varda begins on tending to the still-unconscious little girl's body. Placing bandages on her injuries and salve on her bruises.

While Varda is still focused on taking care of the unconscious little girl, Manwë has entered the room. He stood a little bit behind his wife, watching as his beloved Queen put salve and bandages on the small and thin body of the girl.

"Has Namo been informed of our little guest?" Varda asked, glancing at her husband before continuing on her task.

"He has and he is making his way over as we speak."

"That is good"

After she is finished, Varda puts away all the things she uses. Then she walked back to the bed and knelt beside it. "I have noticed earlier while i was tending to the girl's injuries that her ears are round."

Cocking her head, she delicately pushed the little girl's hair away wanting her husband to see it by himself. "Maybe she is a new creation?"

Manwë hid his hand in his robe's sleeves and pondered. "It is possible but i doubt it."

"I wonder how she got here"

Before Manwë could say another word Varda stood sharply from her place and made her way back to him.

"The child wakes."

The girl opened her eyes slowly, blinking twice before her eyes widened and she sat up abruptly. She looked around the room and when she saw them she froze.

With her eyes are wide and her mouth agape, one only word escaped her mouth.

"Anjing"

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For those people out there wondering what the hell Anjing means. It's means dog. But it can be a curse word and it can mean different things on different occasions, but in this one it means Fuck.

And that is prolog! I had so much fun writing this one, plus the help from my excellent and wonderful proofreader.

[synkluvs]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃COSMOS MEMBERS’S!

——— BASICS!

birth name: maxwell shin-perez

korean name: shin jiung

birthday: april 12, 1999

age: 24

birth place: bronx, new york, usa

——— CARRER!

stage name: MAX

training period: 1 year

debut age: 19

representative emoji: 🐥

position: leader

——— BREIF HISTORY!

maxwell perez-shin was born into a poverty stricken area of new york to a single mother who unfortunately passed away quickly after his birth. max’s mothers best friend quickly stepped in to adopt the boy and he was brought up in a big dominican family. growing up max only spoke spanish until he started school being raised by his mom and 4 older sisters his childhood was nothing too out of the ordinary besides all the traumatic stories he has from being brought up in the hood. growing up max always loved dance and music, making stupid rap songs with his friends (which are still on soundcloud and he’d probably get in trouble if they were ever found). he on the school dance team until he couldn’t afford it any more and has to start picking up part time jobs to help support his family. in his last year of high school some girl at school did a presentation on kpop and max and his friends thought it would be funny for him to audition. he ended up getting accepted and although it was a joke max saw it as a good opportunity to get out of the hood he thought he was stuck in. max moved to korea to train under glasshouse where he quickly picked up dancing and signing skills to add to his great rapping. he ended up debuting as a co-leader in cosmos with lottie but due to personal issues their position as co-leaders was compromised and lottie had to step down and now he holds the position with minseo as a partner.

LOUD, OPINIONATED, OUTGOING

——— BASICS!

birth name: jung minseo

birthday: may 15th, 1999

age: 24

birth place: hanam, getonggi, south korea

——— CARRER!

stage name: minseo

training period: 3 months

debut age: 19

representative emoji: 🦇

position: leader

——— BREIF HISTORY!

jung minseo was born to an average family with a teacher for a mother and doctor for a father and two younger brothers. at a young age minseo discovered her love for music and her family moved to seoul so she could attend an arts school for music. minseo took full advantage of this opportunity and learned how to play every instrument she could get her hands on and learn every production software she could. she took her schooling very seriously with the goals of becoming a producer. minseo only continued taking dance classes because it was required by the school but her soul focus was on music. she started writing and producing songs and uploading them on soundcloud. she started applying for jobs as a producer and became a song writer for sm entertainment. one day glasshouse approached minseo with the opportunity to debut in their new coed group cosmos and she decided to go for it leaving her job at sm behind to start a new adventure. originally she joined the group and turned down the leader position because she wanted to focus on only the music making and improving her dance skills but after lottie and max had their falling out causing lottie to step down from the leader position minseo decided to step up into the position originally meant for her.

HARDWORKING, LIKEABLE, CREATIVE

——— BASICS!

birth name: charlotte choi

korean name: choi hyunjin

birthday: september 20th, 2000

age: 23

birth place: los angeles, california, usa

——— CARRER!

stage name: lottie

training period: 3 years

debut age: 18

representative emoji: 🐬

——— BREIF HISTORY!

charlotte choi was born into an extremely wealthy family to her two parents and an older sister. growing up she went to a private school and could have everything she wished for. after watching twice’s competition show sixteen she not only grew obsessed with twice but also wanting to be in a idol competition show herself. lottie’s parents (money) managed to get her pledis entertainment and into produce 48 where her “talent” landed her in the final line up of the temporary group iz*one. around the same time the opportunity arose for her to join the permanent group cosmos under glasshouse. lottie was torn between the two but in the end glasshouse ended up giving her a position in the group and letting her continue with iz*one activitys because they saw it as good publicity for cosmos. originally she debuted with the leader position but due to personal issues with her co-leader max she had to step down from the position and she is much happier now.

CHARISMATIC, THOUGHTFUL, OUT OF TOUCH

——— BASICS!

birth name: lee daejung

birthday: october 25th, 2000

age: 23

birth place: seoul, south korea

——— CARRER!

stage name: dae

training period: 1 year

debut age: 17

representative emoji: 🐰

——— BREIF HISTORY!

lee daejung was born to money hungry mother who wanted a child just to live through them. from as long as he can remember dae has been in front of the camera his life perfectly calculated and projected for everyone to see and to judge. his mother was extremely controlling which meant he grew up extremely sheltered never allowed to speak or have an opinion . although daejung grew up with an extremely successful acting career and everything most kids can only dream of having he was miserable. his mother forced him to work extremely long days and mature super fast accepting roles for him that he didn’t like and felt uncomfortable doing. daejung started resenting acting and resenting his mother for taking away the life he could’ve had and forcing him to do something he hated. when he turned 16 he decided he had enough and wanted a career and life of his own. not having a lot experience outside of the entertainment industry with a combination for a love of singing and alright dancing skills dae decided on becoming an idol. he auditioned and joined the first company to accepted him and ran away from his mother. while daejung is still super shy and reserved he’s finally starting to come out of shell and he’s loving the idol life style.

QUIET, RESERVED, SHY

——— BASICS!

birth name: park yunseo

birthday: june 17th, 2001

age: 22

birth place: busan, south korea

——— CARRER!

stage name: yunseo

training period: 4 years

debut age: 17

representative emoji: 🐱

——— BREIF HISTORY!

park yunseo born june 17th 2001 to her two parents and an older sister. growing up she was a very bubbly girl quickly making friends with everyone she met. originally as a kid she wanted to be a vet but that idea quickly changed when her older sister showed her kpop. she quickly grew obsessed with the industry and made it her goal to become apart of it. in 2014 at the age of 12 she started auditioning for any company she could and ended up in hybe where she trained for 3 years before moving to glasshouse where she ended in the final line of cosmos. to this day she keeps up with all her favorite groups (her all time favorite being bts) buying all the albums and all the photocards she can get her hand on. she’s always the first to do tiktok challenges with other idols.

BUBBLY, SWEET, ENERGETIC

——— BASICS!

birth name: hirota itsuki

korean name: lee daewoo

birthday: september 21st, 2002

age: 21

birth place: shizuoka, japan

——— CARRER!

stage name: itsuki

training period: 4 years

debut age: 16

representative emoji: 🐿️

——— BREIF HISTORY!

Hirota Itsuki was born in japan to a small family who owned a dance studio. growing up he had a natural love for dancing and became a professional dancer at a young age backup dancing for kpop groups who came on tour and local jpop groups. with a combination of being extremely outgoing and extremely talented he quickly made a lot of outside connections. while working as a backup dancer for a MIXXNMATCH he got approached by one of their mangers asking if he’s like to be a trainee under the company. he agreed and moved to korea to train and eventually debut in cosmos.

FUNNY, OUTGOING, PLAYFUL

——— BASICS!

birth name: min sumin

birthday: december 31st, 2003

age: 20

birth place: seoul, south korea

——— CARRER!

stage name: sumin

training period: 6 years

debut age: 14

representative emoji: 🐶

——— BREIF HISTORY!

min sumin was born into a family of just her and her father. growing up her dad would do anything she wanted which sounds nice in theory but also meant she did a lot of things she probably shouldn’t have. at the young age of 8 years old she became a trainee under yg entertainment and did a lot of things she shouldn’t have with men with the “promise” of debuting. sumin picked up a sexy persona from a young age doing a lot of provocative dances not only because she felt like she had to but also because that’s just the type she preferred. clearly those men were lying to her just to drag her along so when glasshouse approached her to debut in cosmos she easily accepted and switched companies. to this day she keeps up that sexy persona but it’s a lot less controversial and a lot more appropriate now that’s she’s of age.

FLIRTY, SASSY, EASYGOING

view more detailed profiles and history’s here!: coming soon!!

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 2015 – Death of actress and singer, Maureen O’Hara, born Maureen FitzSimons in Ranelagh, Co Dublin.

Ar deis Dé go raibh a hanam. The famously red-headed O’Hara was known for playing fiercely passionate but sensible heroines, and often worked with director John Ford and longtime friend John Wayne. She was one of the last surviving stars from the Golden Age of Hollywood. In her memoir ‘Tis Herself: An Autobiography, she writes, “I have often said that The Quiet Man is my personal favourite of all…

[slamdunkhcs]

the image shift of hanamichi sakuragi

In modern day media and entertainment, a change in appearance is often used to depict a shift in someone’s image or personality.

A prominent example of this is Taylor Swift, who had gone from being a curly haired country star comparing the guys in her songs to “Prince Charming”, to a more mature pop star who had compared her love interest to “James Dean”, a shift from writing about young love to sex.

Hanamichi Sakuragi’s image in both appearance and reputation is something that is very gradual in Slam Dunk, and is something that isn’t realized by Sakuragi himself, until the end of the series.

In the beginning of Slam Dunk, Hanamichi is depicted as a delinquent kid who didn’t have much going on for him aside from getting into fights and messing around with his friends.

This depiction is both shown in the imagery and appearance of Hanamichi, who is a tall guy with a “menacing” look, with his red pompadour hair (a popular hairstyle among delinquents in the 90’s), as well as his raised eyebrows and frown.

Hanamichi was also a delinquent in reputation, shown by how Haruko’s friend Fujii had warned her by telling her that Sakuragi had gotten into many fights in his middleschool years. Hanamichi’s homies also further Hanamichi’s reputation as a delinquent by how they describe his fighting experiences.

But, I don’t think Hanamichi particularly enjoys fighting. His delinquency had been the reason why he couldn’t save his father, and he doesn’t start fights with anyone unprovoked (with Rukawa being the exception to this LMAO). I also think this because of how he didn’t join the Judo Club. If he had fun fighting, I think he would’ve been more inclined to join.

The first shift in his transition from a delinquent to a jock is when he had refused to join the Judo Club. This was unexpected to me when I had first read Slam Dunk. After all, Sakuragi was a good fighter with lots of experience, so why not? As said above, I think the reason for this is simply because he didn’t regard himself as someone who particularly have fun fighting. While he hadn’t particularly enjoyed basketball at this point in the story, I think he was curious about it; he wanted to see how it’d go and he wanted to see if he was a natural at it or not.

I think Sakuragi labelling himself as a basketball man was what made him begin to break away from his image as a delinquent. I also think it’s important to note that Sakuragi himself never labelled himself as a fighter.

As the series progresses, Hanamichi’s change as a person is very gradual. However, this doesn’t go unnoticed by the people around Hanamichi. Both the coach of Ryonan and Shinichi Maki both describe him as moving more like a basketball player throughout the series.

Hanamichi is also spread on a newspaper throughout school, and I think this shows that now his classmates and people in school are starting to view him as an athlete, and not an intimidating delinquent.

However, one of the biggest moments in his shift in image is when Hanamichi cuts his hair. His reason for doing so pointed to his newfound resolve in basketball, as he did it as a way to “punish” himself for being the reason Shohoku lost. I think this proves he had become more of an athlete with a genuine interest in basketball, as the old him wouldn’t have shown that much care.

Additionally, while this change is used as comedic relief by those around him, such as his teammates like Mitsui and Miyagi, or his friend group, I think it’s important to note that Akagi described his new hairstyle by saying “You look more like an athlete now”.

Hanamichi’s appearance begins to allude as a reference to the famous NBA star Dennis Rodman, who was infamous for his red buzzcut.

I think this shift in his appearance was what was needed to bridge Sakuragi’s changes mentally as well.

As the story progressed, it’s shown how Sakuragi had gotten into less and less fights. While he was still aggressive with characters such as Rukawa, Hanamichi had stopped getting into fights with randoms in school.

He had also stopped getting into shenanigans with his friend group, and Yohei even stated “Hanamichi’s totally into basketball now,” after they had talked about how bored they were.

And while Hanamichi had been someone who could easily get provoked (especially by Rukawa) and would start fights as a result, he had held in his anger during the Sannoh match. I think this moment is the most important scene that establishes Hanamichi’s shift from a delinquent to a basketball player.

Rukawa had collided with Sakuragi because of Hanamichi expecting a pass from Rukawa. However, Rukawa had ran into him. However, he wasn’t mad at Hanamichi since he knew that this wasn’t intentional on his part. But, Sakuragi got many insults from the crowd and Rukawa told him “It’s like taxes, I already have all your mistakes accounted for,”

This had pissed Sakuragi off and he looked visibly irritated. Even his homies were anticipating a fight right then and there, but, Hanamichi holds in his anger.

Yohei then goes on to describe Sakuragi by saying this, which to me solidified how Sakuragi had really changed his image and how he was perceived by others.

While Sakuragi was fitting the appearance of a basketball player after his buzzcut and how he had learned more about the sport, he was still perceived to be somewhat aggressive by his friends.

However, this moment signifies how his mentality had even changed from someone with no restraint to someone who was able to hold in their anger.

And by doing this, Hanamichi changed himself from a delinquent who really had nothing going on for himself in his life to living up to his self proclaimed title of a basketball genius.

[psychewritesbs]

Chapter 211: Ripen—Megumi, on the power of suffering + a bunch of other stuff

Happy JJK Sunday! Gege is a sadistic cat and is going to “punish” Megumi. In case it wasn’t obvious... my favorite mangaka are always sadistic to their creations--I’m looking at you CLAMP’s Okawa Nanase.

So this chapter made me feel like Tomoyo and her adorkable obsession with Sakura...

There’s just something so cathartic about seeing a blorbo be put to the wringer for the sake of character development. And now, my favorite cursed cat is going to pull some machiuvelical, Greek Tragedy, Mexican telenovela style, twist on us. yesssssssssssssss!

I have a nasty migraine so... don’t expect much intelligence underneath the cut. 

Also, did I ever publicly mention that this particular scenario is one of my favorite self-indulgent head canons? You know... Tsumiki turning out to be at the crux of Megumi’s conflict because she’s up to no “good”?

Like just imagine the shock to Megumi’s schema of the world, the pattern interrupt to his logic, but more importantly, his inability to exert his will upon another being’s free will.

THE DRAMA... 

Sea-Urchin-Head

I wasn’t going to write anything for this chapter... 

So my plan was to just be a troll and write about the evolution of Megumi’s hair and how it went from this...

to full on epic sea-urchin-headness proportions.

But like... how to bring up the evolution of Megumi’s hair without also addressing the evolution of the art style and how much Gege has improved over the last 5 years?

And it’s not just the art that has improved from an aesthetic perspective, but the way he draws brings the characters to life on a new level. The characters aren’t static 2-dimensional figures on a 2-dimensional surface any longer...

Rather, the characters reflect their character development and multi-dimensionality in that Gege has also improved at showing emotion...

And how characters express their unique and diverse emotional landscape.

Just look at the sheer terror on his face... have we ever seen Megumi drop the poker face and betray his emotional state THIS MUCH?

This is like the worst chapter reaction liveblog I have ever written...

Megumi, on the power of suffering

If you’ve been reading my rambles for a while, then you know Megumi shares the #1 spot for my favorite animanga character with Sumeragi Subaru (who, interestingly enough, shares a lot of interesting similarities with Megumi). 

I LOVE Megumi and I ADORE the way Megumi is written.

Megumi is, true to his name, a bright light in the midst of darkness. His voice, the voice of conscience trying to find its way in the dark. 

If Gege is a genius at writing poetic justice, then Megumi is poetry in action. 

I’ve written before about how he got off “easy” after Shibuya and how that could mean his moment to shine and have his ego brutally destroyed is coming.

IT’s HERE! FINALLY! 

It’s not that I’m excited to see him suffer... it’s that I know that the suffering will be like turning lead into gold. ok yes I want to see him suffer because fck yeah catharsis my beloved!

Whatever the case, however Gege executes, Megumi is about to have another “come to Jesus moment” like or much more impactful than the one he had during The Origin of Obedience arc.

Anyways. Shipping dynamics aside, whether Tsumiki has been corrupted or is a vessel to a sorcerer from the past, the fact that she is turning “against” (for lack of a better word, don’t hate me, no nuance to be found in my brain today I have a damn migraine) Megumi isn’t just Reggie’s curse activating... it’s a reversal on Remi’s situation with Reggie. 

It’s a reversal on Megumi looking down on Remi for her unwillingness to see Reggie for what he was.

What an asshole! I love him your honor!!!

Perhaps even a reversal on Megumi looking down on Remi for becoming Reggie’s puppet?

You know... just following down daddy’s steps...

Regardless of what happens...

OH, THE DRAMA!!!! 

Like... The implications for how events can unfold are so juicy!!!!!! 

Let’s see where Gege takes it from here.

Hana

Me before Gege finally introduced Kurusu Hana: she’s poison! Don’t trust her! She’s not to be trusted! She’s probably a horrible person!!!!!

Meanwhile Hana:

Also me: Dammit I love her... my symbol analysis was trash looool (or is it?!!!!! we still don’t know what’s Angel’s deal).

Ripen

Just a reminder that the kanji that Gege uses for the word “fate” includes the kanji for “fruit”. 

The timeline has been super confusing so let’s see how Gege executes and brings it all together.

Allright. Thank you migraine. I’m done. I'm over it. Not even proofreading before publishing.

Thanks for reading to all 10 people who usually read lol. Don’t hesitate to say hi or share your own reactions! 

Happy JJK Sunday.

[saraiisstanky]

Look what you made me do…

A different kind of pirate oc appears!

Haname is not of the same world as Vienny! Vienny’s world is steampunkish with a little cyper space punk sprinkled in with flying ships and people born with magic powers rather than using witchcraft to use spells

Haname’s world is built more like a storybook without space travel and the modernity that Vienny’s world has. Haname’s world is a bit medieval

Now story time:

Haname joined a pirate group for a quick mission. The crew was not meant to stick together after they attacked the Sun Kingdom but it did stick and they became a permanent crew

Haname is a vampiric demon, a species I can’t remember the name of (I’d have to look for my notes but I’m lazy) and because of this, she was shunned from her village and became a mercenary to survive. Because of this backstory, she makes quick friends with J, a man with a similar sob story. As the story progresses, J and Haname fall in love and start a bloodthirsty crazy and enthusiastic relationship (what can you expect from two unhinged vampire mercenaries)

This drawing was of my favorite scene of theirs to write, J’s death. Haname and her crew are minor antagonists of this story (a comic I had been working on now turned prologue called Secret Swords) so they didn’t have much to do during the attack on the Sun Kingdom’s capitol. At the time, they removed themselves from the war and didn’t care about taking down the Sun kingdom anymore, only about what they want to do and nothing else

Haname hadn’t seen J for some time now after he was separated from the crew a month back. At the capitol, the crew got caught in the middle of a surprise attack and were scrambling to escape it. J had already been there looking for signs of where the crew may be headed towards when he sensed his wifey.

Giddy and relieved, they rushed towards each other (possibly murdering people in their way) and reunited. It was short lived, someone used holy magic to try shooting Haname down and J shoved her out of the way and burned up in her arms. It’d happened so quickly and Haname was in such a state of grief that she slaughtered everyone in the vicinity with just her teeth

The scene is written to show how the pirate crew take the budding war lightly and as something that isn’t important. They killed many soldiers as they escaped when it didn’t affect them, all because they could. They didn’t assist the battle and had small talk while good people with families were dying.

J’s death pushes Haname over the edge and was done to show that despite how much the Pirate crew want to be separate from a war between two kingdoms they DONT care about, they can still be a casualty

[the11thfamily]

Just finished the first season and I enjoyed it. The art was very good I could see you improv every chapter I read. The characters are great very lively and expressive, my favorite would have to be Nozomi and Kaito I love them so much. My major criticism with this season would have to be that it felt way too rushed for a first season.

Example we found out Haname had to go away and it was sad but we barley knew anything about Haname, a lot of things felt crammed into one chapter we didn’t have room to breath and take in everything. I haven’t read anything after the first season yet but I recommended not putting so much into one chapter it’s too suffocating. 

I’m assuming you write and draw the story by yourself so I understand the struggle, but maybe you can find someone to help you better pace the story. I had a friend that started a webcomic and a lot of stuff also felt forced and rushed. So I get it can be hard all and all I enjoyed the first season and I’m excited to keep on reading.

Before jumping on the last ask I already read, I still wanted to answer to this one! You absolutely are right and I want again to say sorry because I couldn't understand the differences of a webcomic and a fanfiction! I just made the "art" of the fanfiction chapters of the old story, fixing stuff but without making too many pages for it, and it ended up with a fanfic chapter of 10 pages that I HAD to end in maximum 6 pages of the comic. That's why of course it was rushed! Season 2 is another thing, I decided to just write down the dialogues and situations in a long text note and adapt them in the comic no matter the pages, just focusing on it being well explained and fixed. In this way, no rush, and chapters with no beginning or ending, they just go on as the story goes on! So sorry for the problems with season 1, I had to just understand better how webcomics work!!

[catnip-smuggler-radio]

Pieces

Numb the pain away.  Don’t feel. “I will feel it all!” Why bother, you broken wretch? “Don’t call me a wretch!” Tray threw his bottle against the wall, the bottle exploding as it struck.  He snarled in a drunk anger as his fists clenched. “How could she betray me like this!“ Tray hissed, his lone eye narrowed as he shook.  “After everything we’ve been through!” He turned, huffing, before he drew back his fists and began to pummel a nearby tree, each blow cracking bark.  Blood began to flow freely as his knuckles were dashed upon the bark but he embraced the pain, using it to help focus his mind and numb the sense of betrayal in his guts. After nearly a cycle apart, Tray had finally encountered Haname at long last.  And the reunion was bitter-sweet.  His relief and excitement of her finding him, and the flood of old emotions that had washed over him as he had held her, had turned to ash in his mouth as she berated him for crawling back into the belly of the underworld, and swore that she’d take him down if she had too because she would not compromise her new mantra of a vigilante. She had said she was trying to make amends for her her sins. Sins, she had reminded him, that she had committed on his behalf.  She wouldn’t follow him down again, even though her affections were still strong for him. Least so she said. “But if that’s true, why teh hells won’t ye love meh as I am?” Tray hissed, his arms falling to his side, blood covering his fingers, his knuckles raw and shredded.  He panted as he felt hot tears running down his face. Who can love a beast?

Tray closed his eyes and felt the war in his mind.  One side, the optimist and former pacifist, raged against the dark, power-hungry shade that had driven him to rise.  And then to fall.  Neither could overcome, but one must. No soul could feed two dogs.  And Tray had to make a choice eventually:  follow Haname down a path of redemption, or continue his plunge into the darkness he seemed addicted too. His teeth pulled back and his teeth flashed as he recalled his conversation with Frandrin the day his had killed his former mentor and friend:

“Look at you.  The perfect image of a barbarian.” “I am as ye made me.” Tray snorted, flicking his pierced tail. “You give me far too much credit.” Frandrin scoffed.  “This ‘beast’ was always inside of you.  I just never saw it.”  Frandrin gave Tray a stern look.  “I still recall the day I met you.  Sobbing and willing to spend the rest of your life in prison for your crime. There was something noble in you once, Tray.  Clearly you’ve killed it.” “I’m still noble.” Tray snarled, cocking his firearm. “Oh yes.” Frandrin snorted with a roll of his eyes.  “You sell drugs to the ignorant, get them hooked, and then feed off their need like a leech.  You butcher those that try to uphold the laws meant to protect the people against things like you.  You lie and betray those you call friend for your own gain.  So noble.  Tell me, how many innocent people have died for you to get where you are?” “I could ask the same of ye!” Tray snapped. “I only kill to protect this city and make it strong!” Frandrin spat. “You only kill for yourself.  Don’t even compare us.  You’re nothing but a wild animal snarling at the walls I put up to keep people away from dogs like you.” “Well, seems like this dog’s got atop your wall.”  Tray licked his pointed fangs. “Perhaps.” Frandrin pulled his swords from their scabbards slowly and began to spin them through his hands.  “Perhaps you’ll even kill me.  But my death changes nothing.  I beat you.” “Oh, and how’s that?” Tray raised an eyebrow. “Cause you’re going to die rent apart by the dogs you swarm with and one day, you’ll see I was always right about you.” Tray bellowed in rage as he heard the last line ringing in his head.  He hated that Frandrin had been proven so right about him over the moons since his death.  He despised the elderly lalafel that had nailed him, his ambitions and his bloodlust to a cross perfectly.  Every sin Tray had come to realize he was guilty of had long ago been hung before him by the Monetarist.  And now, Frandrin’s omen was coming true.  At the hands of the person he had come to trust and rely upon more than anyone else during his rise to power, he might meet his downfall.  She was the dog he’d swarmed with the most eagerly.  “I hate that ye could be right.” Tray hissed, seeing Frandrin’s face before him.  He had a choice.  Give this up or continue. “When is it going to be enough, Tray?” Haname had asked last night.  Tray had only looked at her and known in the back of his mind that he didn’t know.  He didn’t know how much gil had to flow, blood had to fall, and games he had to play to feed his beast.  And like Rhyme, Tray was suspecting his own beast would never be full. Tray looked past the tree at the rising sun over the ocean and the golden hue made him think of his son and how his own boy had died for his hubris and greed.  If losing his own son wasn’t enough to take him from this life, was the risk of losing Haname going to drag him from this shadowed world? Tears rolled down Tray’s cheeks.  Some were clear and pure, others were oily and tainted as they left his cursed eye; another scar from his choices.  As he crawled inside his own mind, the frustration of being caught between two worlds ripping him apart grew and another memory came to him: the first time he had met Frandrin all those years ago.

“Tray.” Frandrin repeated the name of the prisoner.  This crying miqo’te interested him.  “Why do you weep so heavily?” “Cause I killed another person.” Tray answered, clenching his fists as tears fell from his eyes.  “I…I couldn’t forgive him for killin’ my mate.  God’s I tried.  I swear I prayed for peace and to be a better man but I couldn’t!  I couldn’t find it in my heart to forgive him and I killed him.” Frandrin blinked, so surprised at this powerful display of emotion from this man.  He looked at Tray’s hands and then the tears.   “This man killed your mate?”  Frandrin asked softly.  Tray nodded. “Aye.  We took money out…a loan…to open an orphanage.  But…my farm wasn’t making enough gil, we defaulted.  They came to rough us up for the money and got so rough they broke…” Tray sobbed and pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them. “Y’Mara open this cell.”  Frandrin ordered.  The guard raised her eyebrows but did so.  Frandrin, dressed in rich robes, entered, and pulled out his handkerchief.  He offered it to Tray, who looked at Frandrin in surprise. “Why…why…” “Was this the first person you have ever killed?”  Frandrin asked.  Tray nodded slowly.  The lalafel placed the handkerchief into Tray’s bloody fingers and gave a small smile. “Never in my life have I seen someone so repentant for a crime many would say is justified.  Losing a loved one like that….and too have wanted to have forgiven them….I wish more of mortal kind was like you.  With a heart like yours.” Tray swallowed, confused.  He blinked his tear-filled eyes and Frandrin could see the miqo’te’s regret. “Guard, dress him, let him shower, and bring him by my office.” “Beg your-” Frandrin snapped his fingers and the guard shut her mouth.   “Sometimes all people need is a second chance.” The Monetarist gave Tray a small smile. Tray suddenly heard another voice, dark and twisted, cackling.  He realized it was his own voice. A second chance was given And that given faith was riven As yer beast deep within Came to love yer sin As ye finally realized Yer goodness died within. Tray slumped down on the tree, his eyes opening as the looked at the sun rising over the ocean.  “What am I?” Tray asked, and for the first time that day, no internal voice answered; because no one knew. ((Wheeeew! This got loong as hell.  Fallout after finally running into @repose-and-run ‘s char after a long time apart and past and present collided.  Scene had allt he feels and Tray’s reeling from it.  Was fun to get to mention Frandrin again.  Miss him.  Probably my favorite antagonist I’ve gotten to make for a plot))

[crazed-flower]

Let's get to know the main character!

This is for my The Silmarillion series named Omnia Paratus

Hello everyone, this chapter is for you to know the person behind (Name).

I will be giving her a look, because as said this is southeast-asian reader. And she's especially from Indonesia, because i am and it's much more easier for me to write with a background i know very well of.

I will be putting some history, idiom, poet, and some locations of Indonesia in this book. And it will also have some words in Indonesia, which i will translate below the text. But if it's cursing... I'll see if it is necessary :")

Anyway, let's see the character!

Source: Webtoon Indonesia

Her name is (Name) Puspa Narlenda

Puspa means flower in Sansekerta language

And Narlenda actually comes from Narendra which means king in Sansekerta language

Sansekerta itself was a language indonesian used when Buddha and Hindu kingdoms is still around in Indonesia, so yes ancient language.

I make this for the sole reason of most people not understanding South East Asian and Indonesian. We are mixed people okay, some of us have tan skin some don't. In this case her skin can be whatever you like, and her hair could be black or slightly brown as it is what's common here in SEA.

(Name) herself is not pure Indonesian, she is a race called Tionghoa-Indonesia, so she is a mixed between Chinese and Indonesian so her eyes is a little bit smaller than a pure Indonesian.

She is 14 years old, but don't be surprised when i make her more mature. She is taught and discipline to be mature by her family because of business reason. And usually for Tionghoa-Indonesia family, this is normal, i got the same teaching too.

At age 10 she already help her family around their business, and at 14 she was given more responsibilities in their business. Yea business woman since young age.

She has 3 older brothers, who's name will be mentioned later on, and maybe they will make appearance idk.

She didn't come from a very well off family, but she's not poor either. Her family is a so-so, not bad and at the same time not good either. Parents fight intensely almost everyday, but they never escalate to harm each other. And there is still peaceful moments in the house, but there's still unfriendly shouting.

That's it!

Click here if you want to go back to the series masterlist

[repose-and-run]

Entropy

Today should have been a rainy day. It should have been thundering and pouring, with winds from the Ruby Sea blowing everything over. It would have reflected my mood, honestly. But no, the air was calm, the sun was starting to rise over the horizon, and there was this perfect little breeze.

I always learn time and again that nothing ever goes the way you want it to. Just when everything seems like it’s playing in your favor, just when you feel so untouchable, invincible, and everyone around you has a smile on their face, someone or something always finds a way to rip it to shreds.

In one hand, I was clutching Yimir’s letter. I need to find him. I can’t risk losing more. In my other hand, I was clutching a pair of dog tags hanging from a chain. I had gone back to where the sniper had shown up, where all of this started and had found it on the rooftop where I assume the sniper had been hiding. I don’t know. Everything was and is a blur.

The name on the dog tags was what shocked me most of all. “Estinoch”. It was what brought me back to this place, back to the bamboo grove where if I had just gotten here a little bit earlier, I wouldn’t have lost him.

My breath was coming out shaky. There were still bloodstains on the grass from yesterday’s battle and the torn up terrain from where Hojo had stood. I’ll kill him one of these days.

But I push that thought to the back of my mind because I came here for one reason and one reason only. Before I could help it, I was staggering over to the pile of clothes and bloody earrings that sat on a rock, just like how they had been yesterday. The sight still makes me sick to my stomach and I found myself dropping to my knees and gathering the pile into my arms.

And then I was crying. I was a mess. Everything was pouring out at once; anger, sadness, bitterness… You name it. I never could control my emotions well. And now? It feels like a storm, threatening to destroy anything that stands in its way.

My older sister always had this weird obsession with the idea of “entropy”. It was a philosophy she lived by. She believed that everything moved from order to chaos, from chaos to order, in a never-ending cycle. It’s probably how she stays so calm all the damn time. If she was order, then I was chaos.

And chaos is what I’m going to bring to Frandrin and anyone who gets in my way.

----- Aftermath of an awesome Sweepers RP I had with everyone, from Haname’s point of view!  (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 2015 – Death of actress and singer, Maureen O’Hara, born Maureen FitzSimons in Ranelagh, Co Dublin.

#OTD in 2015 – Death of actress and singer, Maureen O’Hara, born Maureen FitzSimons in Ranelagh, Co Dublin.

Ar deis Dé go raibh a hanam. The famously red-headed O’Hara was known for playing fiercely passionate but sensible heroines, and often worked with director John Ford and longtime friend John Wayne. She was one of the last surviving stars from the Golden Age of Hollywood. In her memoir ‘Tis Herself: An Autobiography, she writes, “I have often said that The Quiet Man is my personal favourite of all…

[lumilasi]

Ughhh this has taken me three days. I initially planned on shading them too, but I’m running out of motivation. I might still do it at a later date, but for now I’ll just share these flat-color versions. My faves are probably Amalia and Belladonna (bottom LEFT two, I initially wrote right and why do I keep mixing left and right up now lmao)

Texts in case my horrible hand-writing isn’t readable:

Top right: 

Akiko: Sibling bonding! Toshiko: Do we have to?

Top left: 

Haname: You seem to like the treat my husband recommended you! Ayame: It is...good, I suppose.

Middle right:

Katana: Raitei, get your toy off my soup.

(Also, short summary of each character below if you’re curious:)

Top left: Akiko & Toshiko are half-siblings, they share the same dad. Their parents were in a polyamorous relationship with each other (Not case of dude with two wives, but three bi/pan people together)

Top right: Haname is a light witch, and Ayame is a snow-woman who guards her family/was close with Haname’s ancestor back when she was still a human.

Middle left: Yui, a spider woman. She seems spooky there, but mostly she’s pretty silly and mischievous in a more harmless way. (She can still be scary) She no longer has her own physical body but lives within her son’s soul and can sometimes solidify her spirit form around him.

Middle: Hanabi, Haname’s teenage daughter who loves explosive spells.

Middle left: Katana, Toshiko’s mother who suffers from amnesia and severe migraines, can’t sadly remember her daughter.

Bottom left: Amalia, an antagonist with reptilian themed demon powers. Belladonna’s GF

Bottom Middle: Belladonna, a witch specializing in poisons. Amalia’s GF, also an antagonist

Bottom Right: Taiga, an arctic kitsune whose family was killed by humans, causing her to grow to resent most of them. Also an antagonist though less “villainous” as the other two ladies.

[blackestnight]

28: road to mastery

Prompt: Bow

Word count: 2204

(n.) a curved stroke forming part of a letter (e.g. b, p ).

(v.) bend the body in order to see or concentrate.

Tome of Botanical Folklore - Norvrandt: Tales gathered from local Vrandtic botanists regarding the location of rare trees and herbs.

Or: in this house we stan Dulia-Chai.

The book was bound in fine leather and embossed with either gold or a very good imitation of it. The edges were cut cleanly, the paper fine and sturdy when Hanami let the pages slide past her thumb.

Dulia-Chai beamed. “I remembered what Alphinaud told me once, oh, moons ago now,” she said, “about you keeping gardens about your house—and I saw this the other day and thought, ‘Oh! Imagine all the lovely things Hanami could do with it.’ I do hope you enjoy it, dear.”

So a book on flowers, she reasoned, chest tight. Maybe. Probably.

“Thank you,” she said, and managed to rein herself in to keep her voice stiff, rather than angry. No need to take it out on Dulia, whose only fault was being a little air-headed sometimes.

Dulia-Chai’s sunny smile faded, just slightly, and her hands loosened where she had clasped them together by her chest. “Oh, goodness,” she said. “Is something wrong?”

Yes was the wrong answer, even if it was the true one. Hanami could no longer tell whether the flash of heat in her chest was from frustration or shame.

“I...cannot read this,” she said, and also couldn’t look Dulia-Chai in the eyes while she said it. She cradled the book like an explosive, painfully aware of the sweat of her palms smearing on the leather.

Dulia made a crooning noise. “Well that just won’t do—I’m so terribly sorry, sweet, I completely forgot about those darling eyeglasses of yours. Let’s go talk to the shopkeep now, perhaps they have a larger print size—”

“No, I—” She swallowed. “I can see it. I cannot read this.” She gestured at the title, and the characters, laid out and beautifully outlined and completely unintelligible.

Because of course Norvrandt had its own language. Why wouldn’t it? And of course all the Scions had picked up on their new home’s tongue without any trouble—geniuses, all of them in their own ways, Thancred with his long practice in navigating unfamiliar nations and Urianger with his nose always in a book about some long-dead culture or another and the twins swapping sigils and spells as quickly as they did textbooks. Even Y’shtola, with her ruined eyesight, had learned to recognize fine lines of aetheric ink in Vrandtic and ancient Ronkan.

G’raha, too. He’d probably been the one to help the Scions learn in the first place. It’s quite easy, Alisaie had said. The structure’s not so different from Eorzean. Which was fine, because Eorzean was her native tongue.

Hanami knew the kana, and most of the kanji that still lingered on the shelves of her mothers’ house. She could muddle through reading Hingan and speak it somewhat better. Her handwriting was atrocious. For all that her mothers had tried to teach her, for all that her brother had insisted she learn, she’d never wanted to bother with scrolls or pens or calligraphy. What use was sitting at a table staring at scraps of paper when she could be outside working or playing? Her talents weren’t in her mind, they were in her hands. And in Ul’dah, at first, no one had given a damn whether she could read or write the language—half the gladiators she camped with couldn’t do it either. She’d only needed Momodi to help her spell out the sounds of her name in the Guild’s registry, when she’d started to take on the sorts of jobs that didn’t flinch at written records.

And then she’d been summoned to the Waking Sands.

Notes littered every flat surface, and hung everywhere else: bulletin boards with announcements and assignments, envelopes slipped under doorways and pressed into open palms, pamphlets left on tables and desks and chairs to be perused by anyone who bothered to look. Minfilia gave her a letter of introduction to a merchant in Limsa and Hanami nodded and prayed to any god that hadn’t yet abandoned her that she could remember the name, because she would never be able to pick it from the scribbles on the front. Alphinaud passed her a list of businesses where she could recruit adventurers and she feigned getting lost to make a guard give her directions.

Because she spoke Eorzean, or it sounded as though she did. Strangers had complimented her accent while she had wondered where they learned the Doman tongue. The Echo was a wondrous curse. What had Minfilia said? She could transcend the bounds of the soul.

Paper didn’t have a soul.

And she tried, by all the merciful kami she had fucking tried. It gave her migraines to force herself to hear the words as they were spoken, rather than as Hydaelyn’s gifts urged her to hear it. But she could do it, slowly, stealing into shops and libraries in the evenings, listening to the patrons talk while her heartbeat crashed in her temples with the effort of not understanding, watching while tutors leaned over their charges to match noises to letters and painstakingly piecing together the puzzle. She’d forced the other apprentices at the smithing guilds to explain order forms and manifests to her, to match the names of the metals she hammered into submission to the letters that made them on the pages. And Ishgard, somehow, had been worse, because she was so obviously an outsider and there were so many smug nobles happy to rub it in her face that she had never so much as touched a prayer book that every true Coerthan child had memorized by the age of ten. The higher she climbed in the city, the fewer Eorzea signs there were, until the richest shops only boasted lettering in the old Ishgardian tongue.

Edmont had been gracious, for all that he didn’t entirely understand what the Echo did to her. He’d read aloud anything she’d asked of him, without question. Lucia had explained the names and implications and references of the Halonic faith in the plainest terms she could, wherever they cropped up—which they did, often, in a city that had stewed in its religion for a thousand years.

So she’d tried, again, and learned, again, ilm by painful gods-damned ilm, teaching herself how to detangle the foreign words of two separate languages written in the same alphabet, sneaking primers from the shelves of Fortemps Manor and glaring at labels in shop windows, willing them, slowly, to make sense.

Alphinaud had stopped giving her lists. Minfilia had stopped giving her anything, except heartache.

It had been a perverse sort of relief, to sail to Hingashi and then Yanxia, to suddenly be the native guide for bumbling tourists, but of course the twins took to the language like fish to water, and Tataru bent the merchants of Kugane around her little fingers, and even Lyse had learned, chattering away with Yugiri and Gosetsu and Hien and anyone who would practice with her late into the night.

And Aymeric—he tried, too, the unbearably sweet man. Had begged lessons of Yugiri, or Hozan, any time they made their way to Dragonhead, once he’d realized he couldn’t learn shit from Hanami. Had watched in fascination when she traced the characters of her name out for him a dozen times, until he could recognize them on sight. But he couldn’t use her as a conversation partner, and she couldn’t correct his slips, and even when he came with her to Doma—her mothers had been forced to learn the languages of their conquerers, while they’d been conscripted, and Haruki had always had sympathy for the poor foreign soldiers who trudged out from their castra, and even Mune’s school taught Eorzean now, out of respect for the refugee children who had spent so many of their learning years on distant soil. They were just as eager to speak to Aymeric in the common tongue they already shared as he was to try to learn a new one.

She had a trembling grasp of Eorzean, now, and could force her way through the most basic childrens’ books in Ishgardian. And always, at the back of her mind, she had a cold, deep-seated fear. Hanami was reliant upon a gift she could not control or understand—could not trust, just as she couldn’t trust anything that she didn’t choose. And she had to live with the knowledge that, if it was ever stripped from her, she would be stranded, set adrift with only her fumbling, feeble tongue and shaking fingers to speak for her. How much could she do on her own, without the Echo slotting grammar into place, or smoothing over mispronunciations? How many of her friends would become strangers to her?

Aymeric loved her humor, her dry jokes. Coaxed long-winded stories from her by firelight, enticed her to tell him everything she saw on her travels while he sleepily mapped the ridges and valleys of her spine. And it would only take a second for her to be muzzled. Unable to carry out the most basic conversation.

Norvrandt had put her back to square one. Less than. It didn’t have the same fucking alphabet. Maybe she’d lost her temper, with Thancred, when he had sent her around Twine to take notes. Maybe it was cruel of her to throw fistfuls of clumsy kana in his face. But she was so, so tired of feeling so stupid, of having to break down everything she saw by sounds like a child, of having to reconstruct every sentence in her head twice over, of sweating and bleeding for every scrap of progress on her own.

And now Dulia-Chai had tried to give her a nice damn gift, and here she was trying not to scream instead.

“Sorry,” she said, mortified to realize that her throat was swollen halfway shut.

One of Dulia’s hands appeared in Hanami’s periphery, settling over the cover of the book.

“Dearie,” she said, gently, “is that all?”

Hanami found her jaw clenching before she could think—barely restrained the urge to snap. All? That she didn’t even have the comprehension skills of the youngest students in the Crystarium? That Moren had to take time out of his duties to make up for her shortcomings with picture books, while Alphinaud and Alisaie scoured the Cabinet for hours on end?

“What do you mean,” she rasped.

Dulia-Chai’s hand fluttered up and away, to press to her own cheek; Hanami watched her pleasant smile return, the same sort of halfway apologetic smile she took on when she talked about Eulmore’s halting progress under Chai-Nuzz’s mayorship. “Only that I shouldn’t have been so thoughtless!” she said. “I am sorry about that—I keep forgetting you’re not from the Crystarium, silly me. Of course this must all be elvish to you. Oh—no, dear, there’s no need to be upset, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

Her eyes were watering, Hanami realized, which was mortifying, because Dulia was right there, and so was half the city, it felt like, walking past the parlor to look in on her shame. “But I—”

Dulia wagged her finger. “I won’t have any of that! Do you really think you’re the first Eulmoran not to know her letters? Half the folks out of Gatetown never learned either—because of our neglect, I’ll admit. Why, just since you’ve visited last we’ve opened up a whole wing of night schools for the adults who work the trades. No shame to be had in catching up on the things one’s missed, I say.

“But of course you’re so terribly busy,” Dulia went on, ignoring Hanami’s silent gaping. “With all your blowing thither and yon, you surely mustn’t...well, then, that settles it,” she said, merrily skipping through an entire argument with herself. “I’ll simply have to rustle up a slate and some chalk, and whenever you have time to visit we’ll sit down with a nice pot of tea and have a go at it ourselves.”

She said it like it was easy. Like that was all it took, time and tea and...and patience.

“I have—” Hanami swallowed. Tried again. “Trouble. With learning. Because of the...way I can speak, like this. You hear me in your language, but I hear you in mine. It makes it hard to learn new words.”

A headache. An ordeal.

“Well, we’re a couple of smart cookies, you and I,” Dulia-Chai said, apparently unbothered. “We’ll work something out. Quitting when things got tough didn’t build us a Talos that could touch the sky, now, did it?”

It wasn’t the same, not remotely, the giant Talos had been an act of desperation, a miracle wrought by a dying world, thousands of hands for a common cause. Something important. Worthy of the time and effort.

“I would not ask you to do that,” Hanami said.

“It’s a good thing it’s an offer, then!” Dulia-Chai patted Hanami’s arm, her broad hand folding over her elbow. “Keep the book for now, it’s a lovely table piece if nothing else—we’ll make it a goal to be a bit more useful than decoration though! In the meantime, dear, you’re looking a bit flushed. Let’s get some refreshments in you and we’ll work on our plan of attack, and then you simply must fill me in on how our young Alphinaud and his friends have been doing.”

[baekhvuns]

Myeong-dong is HEAVEN or maybe it's actually hell lmao for people who love spending money (me). Seoul is really fun, it's not my first time visiting but this time I will have more opportunities to see all the places in peace - at least I hope so. I'm also planning on visiting some spots I've seen in Korean variety and dramas.

Okay, well I'm a Stay too, so let me 👀 that fic even though I don't read for SKZ often.

DL was a video game at first and I tried playing because VAMPIRES, but it was awful truly, it's not only bad but just very gross and toxic. I know the girl ended up with one of the guys eventually - ofc she did.

I hate my mind, because I will never write those stories and I can't just force other people to write them for me. 😭

Btw I started reading Pharaoh's Concubine even though I have other webtoon updates to catch up with. So far so good, I've always been into ancient history but I don't see many stories taking place in that period of time. So many of the fanfiction I'm reading remain not updated wtf is this a curse, lol? I was spoiled for a while, I got used to weekly updates I guess. 😭 I'm impatiently waiting for you to drop your Hwa fic! - DV 💖

HIHI <3

Myeong-dong is HEAVEN or maybe it's actually hell lmao for people who love spending money (me). Seoul is really fun, it's not my first time visiting but this time I will have more opportunities to see all the places in peace - at least I hope so. I'm also planning on visiting some spots I've seen in Korean variety and dramas.

IVE HEARD SO MUCH ABT IT !!!! omg but that’s so fun,,, no bc same id spend so much bc everything there is packaged so prettily ,,,,,, one of my friends is going there for the exchange and i have a few friends in sk and i ALWAYS see them at myeong-dong or hannam-dong side (as in posts) & they’re always dressed like next level— and it excites me bc they look so pretty BESTIE IF U GO HANAM DONG UN VILLAGE I WILL WRITE U THAT HWA FASHION DESIGNER FIC WITH THAT BAEK SONG I WILL !!!!! I WILL!!!!

AAAAAAAAA KDRAMA SPOTS IF U GET A CHANCE PLS GO TO THE MOON LOVERS ONE 😭😭😭😭 live the yn there where ur king hwa patiently waits for u to return <3 i think the place is baekje land? it has a museum inside (u will literally live the y/n im writing atm omg)

Okay, well I'm a Stay too, so let me 👀 that fic even though I don't read for SKZ often.

YES OFC here’s the collab post so many good ones here 🤌🏼🤌🏼 omfg there’s a hwa x reader x yunho oruan high schio- im gonna- cry

DL was a video game at first and I tried playing because VAMPIRES, but it was awful truly, it's not only bad but just very gross and toxic. I know the girl ended up with one of the guys eventually - ofc she did.

aWFULL the anime idk how ppl like it i can’t even stand it,, downright disgusting tbh 😭😭 like she just??? gave herself up???? 😭😭😭 i debated for a long time if it was just pwp i think it is— SHE ENDED UP WITH A GUY???

I hate my mind, because I will never write those stories and I can't just force other people to write them for me. 😭

HFKWHDKWDHKW ME TOO BUT I GIVE MY PLOTS AWAY TO PPL SO THEY CAN WRITE bc sometimes i be wanting to see them just not from my writing also bestie ik u like it when the roles r reversed in a fic, i forgot to mention i have a san wip! it’s where he’s reader’s younger brothers friend (3 year age difference) and san has had a FAT FAT crush on the reader fbwmfjsk

Btw I started reading Pharaoh's Concubine even though I have other webtoon updates to catch up with. So far so good, I've always been into ancient history but I don't see many stories taking place in that period of time.

AHHHHH IM SO GLAD U DO ITS A RLY GOOD ONE 😭😭😭😭 yeah me too!! it’s i think my first and only story that took place in like egyptian period of time,, plus it’s all finished so even better !!!!

So many of the fanfiction I'm reading remain not updated wtf is this a curse, lol? I was spoiled for a while, I got used to weekly updates I guess. 😭 I'm impatiently waiting for you to drop your Hwa fic! - DV 💖

NAURRR LITERALLY IM SO USED TO THE WEEKLY UPDATES THESE ONES GET ME SO IMPATIENT 😭😭🔫 omg bestie i will deliver this like very soon bc it’s almost near the end thank u 😭😭😭💓✨💓

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Hi! Can I have mark tuan arranged marriage au? Where they hate each other at first, but then fall in love? Thanks!

Hello and thank you for requesting! I've never written or read any arranged marriage au fics, so writing this one was an awesome challenge! Hope I met your expectations ^^

Mark X Reader (arranged marriage AU)

Genre: Angst, with a tiny bit of fluff at the end

Words: 1820

When your father had announced that you'd be marrying the son of the famous Tuan family, your heart had sunk. It was inevitable that there'd be an arranged marriage in order for the two families to merge and grow their business. Part of you was still hoping that maybe until you were of age, your father would have changed his mind and you'd be free to marry someone you truly loved, but such thing never happened.

The first date was more or less torture. Both you and Mark were obviously forced into it, so you sat at the table barely even looking at each other as you waited for your food.

"I never wanted any of this, just so you know. So don't expect me to be all wifey with you." it seemed right that you explain yourself early in this 'relationship'.

"Like you haven't already made it obvious enough for a blind person to notice. I couldn't care less, it's not you who I want to marry anyway." he scoffed while leaning back on his chair.

"Glad that we got that cleared out then." you crossed your arms in front of your chest and avoided his sharp gaze, praying that the food would finally arrive so you could eat and just leave already. Although you hated him, his words gave you a strange feeling of rejection. Were you really thinking that he'd like you? The atmosphere in the fancy restaurant his father had recommended, suddenly got too dense, almost suffocating.

Averting your eyes, you tried to focus on anything but Mark in an attempt to get away from all the tension. There were many other couples that unlike you, were enjoying dinner together and it only made you feel more miserable as you watched them.

Once the plates full of food were set on the table, you focused on eating, prolonging the silence that had fallen between you both.

"When's the ceremony?" Mark asked out of the blue, before munching on a piece of steak.

"Someone's eager. I thought you didn't want to marry me, what changed?" you raised your brow as you asked this ironic question.

"Nothing changed, I just want to prepare mentally. It's already too much having to sit here with you, imagine doing that all dressed up in front of our families." he sneered at you.

"Thank you for the complement." you smiled mockingly "Anyways, I think it's sometime next week. They've been preparing for this for quite a while now, so there aren't many things left to take care of." a pessimistic tone was evident in your voice, as you kept picking at your pasta.

Indeed the wedding ceremony took place after 5 days from that dinner date and Mark was right all along: it was even worse. It was unbearable having to stand next to him until the priest had finally announced you husband and wife and then actually kiss him in front of all those people who were simply watching their business plans coming to life.

The rest of the night felt equally depressing as you had to go through dancing and cutting the cake together with Mark. You sensed how hostile he was towards you even though he was pretending, just like you, that this was a normal wedding, an act of pure love between two people.

"Don't even let the thought of you and me sleeping on the same bed cross your mind." you warned him upon entering your shared apartment in Hanam, the wedding gift of yours and his parents.

"Easy princess, I don't bite. But I do agree with us sleeping separately." he loosened his tie as he spun around to face you.

"Perfect, you can have the bed. I'm perfectly fine with this couch, it looks pretty comfortable." you patted its back cushion.

"A gentleman would never let the lady sleep on the couch, but we're past such formalities I believe." he took off his tie and toyed a little with it as he continued "I'll let that pass, though we should cut down on the insults over time, don't you think? It's going to get too toxic being around each other soon if we continue like this." so far you hadn't witnessed him being this sincere.

"You do have a point I guess." you didn't want to seem like you were accepting him all of a sudden.

"We will have to live together, but separately at the same time. Only pretending for the sake of our families when needed." he was being dead serious and surprisingly you couldn't agree more.

"And that means that we can see other people, right?" you asked expectantly while plopping down on the couch, Mark was standing on your left, both still in your wedding clothes.

"Technically yes, but practically no. One wrong move and it would be all over the papers. We wouldn't want a scandal in our lives on top of all that now, would we?" it was as if he knew that you'd ask such thing, he had the answer ready.

Without wanting to openly admit that he was right yet again, you rolled your eyes and sighed. You were in for a long ride.

And it was long, or so it seemed to you, or so it would seem to anyone who's marriage had failed. Well, yours was never successful to begin with. Being forced to live under the same roof with a person you didn't love was like being imprisoned. A dark, cold cell that existed solely for you. No one could see it, therefore no one could free you either.

That's how the honeymoon went by for the most part. Your father had arranged a two-week trip to Jeju Island, the most famous destination amongst newlyweds. You and Mark tried to avoid each other as much as possible by doing different activities, but during those few times that you happened to be together, you felt this strange flutter inside you. 'Nonsense' you'd thought at first, yet found yourself staring at Mark when he was looking elsewhere. Only then did you finally had the chance to really study him, his eyes, his sharp cheeks, his lips, god why did his lips suddenly seem so soft? And then it hit you, you had fallen for him and as much as you were surprised to have realised that, you'd be even more surprised to know that Mark was catching feelings for you too. He would often simply stare at you when you were leaning on the balcony railing to let your mind run aimlessly on the waves of the sea. Weather it was day or night, he couldn't tear his eyes away from your characteristics under the bright sunlight or the silver moonlight and he imagined himself stroking your hair that was blown by the light coast breeze.

It was impossible to stay mad at him anymore, you were only being gruff when facing him because you didn't want a sudden change in behavior to indicate how you felt. He shouldn't know that. He shouldn't know that you were ready for a new start, he shouldn't know your desire to find out about the man you're married to. Why? Because you were afraid of rejection, of humiliating yourself, over the idea that he too had changed and didn't hate you. Since Mark was on the same page, meaning he wasn't going to confess his feelings any time soon, your current state could be perfectly described as trigicomic.

But fate always has an ace up her sleeve, as some things are just bound to happen no matter how impossible that may seem.

On the last day of your honeymoon you and Mark got into a fight that had you shouting at each other.

"Y/N, I thought we'd made it clear how we're not going to be seeing other people." he came up to you, while you were reading on the bed.

"What was that for?" you shot him a questioning look.

"Y/N, I saw you the other day flirting with that guy at the beach, come on don't play dumb." he was getting annoyed yet stood still at the door frame of the bedroom. You opened your mouth to try and form an answer but he was quick to continue before you had the chance. "If you continue acting like that, next time you'll have to face your father instead of me and I'm pretty sure he won't be any lenient with you, given that his daughter will have the company and the whole merging plan at stake." why was he being so mean to you all of a sudden?

"Hey! I didn't ask to be watched or lectured by you and as much as I know I am allowed to talk to people around me. Nothing happened, we just talked and I was able to forget the misery of being stuck with you, for some time." you let your book down forcefully and walked up to him.

"Well you should try telling that to the press next time, when they will be taking pictures to expose both our families." he fired back at you.

"And why do you care so much? You were the one who said you wanted to marry someone else that night on our first date. I'm sure you're dying to have her in your arms right now" your blood was boiling and your eyes were shooting daggers.

"I should let you know that we no longer keep in touch." he seemed to barely soften.

"Go on, get back together with her. Why can't you just leave me alone?" anger was flowing through your veins.

"Because I love you damn it!" he shouted almost before you had finished your sentence, making your eyes widen in surprise.

"You what?" your voice was above a whisper now, not believing what you had heard a few seconds ago.

"I love you Y/N. I fell for you during those two weeks and I can't hate you anymore. I would really like to get to know you, but I understand if you don't feel the same way." he was a lot more calm as he locked eyes with you. Too startled to process what was happening you didn't respond immediately.

"I too have feelings for you Mark. Feelings that I can't deny or hide any longer. I want us to make a new start." you told him with all the sincerity you had in you.

Then, as if being pulled closer by some invisible force, you both leaned in hesitantly until your lips touched. It was soft at first but quickly got heated as Mark held the side of your jaw and your hands found their place on his neck.

This kiss carried all the pent up tension, all the longing. It was your first kiss after the one you were forced to share at the altar, it was your first true kiss.

[emptysurface]

*cackling* I wonder if she’ll use her new skills and clothes on her grandma to befuddle, confuse and induce consternation. *cackles* not sure exactly how that would look but I am highly amused by imagining the idea of her absolutely shocking and/or flummoxing her grandma. XD XD XD Thank you for writing and sharing the latest chapter! :D I love it!

Honestly, shocking and befuddling Haname would be very easy, so... ^^’