#(monster baby is fun but not particularly interesting)

[themthistles]

was s2 of sweet home sponsored by the korean army whats going on

[theminecraftbee]

so, first, accountability statement: I plan on trying to finish the “zedaph steals a baby” fic by the end of the month and god is that one-line summary no longer accurate but we’re sticking to it, said here publicly so now I have to do it. obviously I also have recursive exchange and the writing I have for hotguy comics zine, but I am not SUPER worried about either of those time/inspiration-wise at the moment and also for Reasons I know it won’t be long until I have more free writing time after that, SO.

various items that are on my potential writing docket, I am curious which of these appeal most:

I dust off the supervillain support group au. two ways this could go: I chip away at the second arc of my original outline and acknowledge this will be like a 300k fic I’m not ready to feel “done” with or “ready to post” with for ages, or I re-work it into something a little more doable and less ambitious keeping the same premise (ren runs a support group for supervillains, doc pov as he starts to heal and redeem himself). this MAY honestly be a target for “if I don’t hate the first 50k on re-reading it and I can actually make my brain write the second arc, do a slower release schedule and then start releasing chapters before I’m done writing”? but this ALSO runs the risk of “I stopped writing it, which is often a sign I was having trouble writing it”.

pearl monster au, which has been cooking in my head for a long while. the basic premise is “one day, pearl, with no memory of how or why this happened, wakes up in a facility as a monster and must try to figure out how she got there, escape, and find her way home, even knowing she may be irrevocably changed”. now with bonus season 10 fish flavor to add to this creature design I’ve been iterating on in my head for forever! this one is ALSO an experiment for me in “can I write a fic where I can’t write dialogue for basically the entire first act”, which would be interesting to see from me, you know?

the related “bigb folklore au”, where after secret life bigb is woken up by Cat and Dog by the tracks of the King Snake, which bigb can recognize as the railroad track, and decides to journey down the railroad to see if he can figure out what the fuck is going on. I need to do video review of life series bigb for this one. this is my excuse to get Weird and Metaphorical and also assign everyone to various animals for no reason, along with using some very specific aesthetic I have wanted to use for some worldbuilding but hadn’t gotten around to yet in any of my stuff. man walks through the desert with animal, confronts train that might be the watchers, might be death, and might just be a train. also, realizes that “confront” is the operative word there and has to deal with that. you know how it is.

““office au””, in air quotes because it’s not REALLY what anyone going to an office au is looking for so much as an excuse to write weird horror. iskall, normal-ish software developer man in a boring office job who does game jams in his free time, goes to work one day to work in his boring downtown office on a payment system for a client. and then things, uh, Take A Turn. this would be a LITTLE me going “what if I wrote an au with a guy who works in tech but like, the boring side of tech I’m in. like, banks and consulting and manufacturing and shit. where you sit in meetings all day and tweak java 8 code even though that language is ten years out of date. but THEN. something exciting happens in the worst way possible.” I’m doing to iskall what I did to mumbo stuffed bird is what I’m saying. it’d be fun.

DO ANY OF THESE PARTICULARLY INTEREST ANYONE. your input will be valued. like 50% chance i get hit with a strong bolt of inspiration then IGNORE that input but it’ll be valued all the same,

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @direwombat @derelictheretic @adelaidedrubman @g0dspeeed @nightbloodbix @carlosoliveiraa @corvosattano @cloudofbutterflies92 @chazz-anova @voidika @onehornedbeast @softtidesworld @minilev @titiagls @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @aceghosts @turbo-virgins @deputyash @purplehairsecretlair @florbelles @inafieldofdaisies @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @ladyoriza @megraen @skoll-sun-eater @snake-in-the-garden @starsandskies @thewanderer-000 @strafethesesinners @strangefable @la-grosse-patate and @shellibisshe + anyone else who is interested. Here's the taglist for those who wish to be continued to tagged or not.

Songs for Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Music below the cut.

Vega, my Fallout 76 OC, is one of the "Residents" of Vault 76. Originally a settlement planner, she is now on a quest of revenge against the other residents of Vault 76 for "wrongfully" leaving her behind in the vault. Truthfully nobody wanted to deal with her bullshit and didn't want to wait on her when they had a job they'd been waiting 25 years to do, so they left her to sleep in (because she had a bit wee too much to drink during the night of Reclamation Day), thinking she'd catch up to them later. Vega did not take it likely. She also has a particularly concerning obsession with Vault 76's Overseer, viewing the older woman as her rival (even if the Overseer views Vega as merely a minor annoyance at best and always poking holes in Vega's delusions). This song pretty much sums up Vega's POV regarding the Overseer (and her fellow Vault 76's Residents).

"Oh, wherever you go You know I will follow you You know I will run to you Oh, the sun and the moon It don't matter what you do You know I will run to you

Can't believe in all this time I'm hurting for you But you feel like hold down The love you give it lift's so high I'm dying for it I'm dying for it And I can't let you go

Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Or you'll lose, or you'll lose Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Or you'll lose, or you'll lose

If you hide away I'll hunt you down And follow you to the end of the Earth My heart beats with yours My lungs breathe with yours You're a piece of me I can't hide away

Oh, I'm under your spell I'm making and I'm fading And nobody can see I'm your heartbeat You're part of me

Can't believe in all this time I'm hurting for you But you feel like hold down The love you give it lift's so high I'm dying for it I'm dying for it And I can't let you go

Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Or you'll lose, or you'll lose Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Or you'll lose, or you'll lose."

Have a lovely ship song between Mercy Omar-Seed and Carmina Rye (the former is the daughter of Silva Omar and Faith Seed, the latter the daughter of Nick and Kim Rye). While Old Dusk (the WIP of the New Dawn arc) can be quite bleak (not as bleak as Silva's Hope though) due to the circumstances, this relationship is one of the most heartwarming highlights that I've been developing.

"Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I'll love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby

My snowman and me, hey My snowman and me Baby

Don't cry snowman, don't you fear the sun Who'll carry me without legs to run, honey? Without legs to run, honey? Don't cry snowman, don't you shed a tear Who'll hear my secrets if you don't have ears, baby? If you don't have ears, baby?

I want you to know that I'm never leaving Because I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on let's go."

Imagine being amongst a group of individuals who have been brutally mutilated, experimented on or in general fucked over by the same short dude who's not only from another dimension and can travel through it to other worlds, but also runs a cult-like science organization dead-set on ruining humanity's life to help them "evolve" and laugh at their despair... well, that's the crux of Life, Despair & Monsters, a group of individuals, some of whom sure weren't the greatest (but still didn't deserve what happened to them), whose lives were negatively and irreversibly impacted by that of one Sir Enigma Malvolio and his Ruins of the Midnight Rise. All because he wanted to see how humans could cope with erratically spontaneous and disastrous change to their livelihoods.

"You say I'm craving hope in this darkness You say I'm just a joke, just a joke

Shivers my spine so much Swimming in the river styx too much They try to let go of us But the truth is... Once you're in then You're one of us

Truth is... Once you're in then You're one of us One of us Truth is once you're in then You're one of us

My darling in fire My darling rolls in fire You liar You say my darling rolls in fire, in fire You say my darling burns in fire You're a liar."

[msmargaretmurry]

vampire leon and vampire hunter matthew oh i would do ANYTHING to read it!! the TENSION the ATTRACTION it would SERVE!!!

hello thank you for your enthusiasm about vampire leon and his vampire hunter boyfriend!! i spent much of the weekend pondering but i'm bad at being online and being social at the same time so now i am catching up on my asks, thank you for your patience as well.

i'm not a super traditional vampire girlie but i do enjoy the occasional vampirey media and i love creative vampire/mythical creature worldbuilding so a lot of the fun in this concept for me is just figuring out the worldbuilding. many years later i still think regularly about this michael dal colle/leon draisaitl vampire fic, even though i have not had a single other thought or feeling about michael dal colle otherwise in my entire life (leon is not the vampire in it, alas, but the baby leon characterization is lovely). because the worldbuilding, especially the background vampire politics and the logistics of vampires integrating into "normal" society/playing in the nhl are so fun and interesting. i also think about like, true blood, which i have only seen bits and pieces of, but the whole humanizing/integrating vampires of it all, and of course buffy (beloved) and more traditional vampire/monster-hunting type stories.

i think someone could write a really fun full-on vampire/vampire hunter au, but because of who i am as a person i want a fic where they have this vampire stuff going on and still have to deal with their hockey careers, lol. my basic idea is something like (subject to change as i continue to ponder): a couple of generations there was some sort of accords/treaty reached between vampires and vampire hunters, because of the way the world was changing, it being much more difficult to hide, and also some sort of development that made it easy for vampires to feed without killing humans and kind of... put a damper on their vampire-ness, made it easier for them to blend in if they chose to, and the vampire powers that be decided that they should all do that, for safety. obviously there are still rogue vampires out there and still hunters who try to hunt down and kill even the ones minding their own business but for the most part at this point everyone minds their own business unless something particularly bad happens.

so matthew's grandparents were the last tkachuks to actually hunt vampires. keith was trained, did a little hunting in his youth as the kinks and wrinkles of the new order got ironed out, but was able to go on and have his hockey career instead of dedicating his life to hunting. then matthew, brady, and taryn come along, and they're kind of trained, just in case, and taught how to recognize vampires, taught how to protect themselves, taught all the ways vampires are still not human and not to be trusted and highly dangerous, but they're still able to go on and live normal lives.

until matthew starts playing against leon draisaitl. and he's spotted vampires out in the world before, but never in hockey — they tend to keep low profiles, and even at the lower-levels, team sports are not low-profile, and also matthew has just never imagined vampires caring about sports at all, although maybe that's a stereotype, but whatever — anyway. it takes him a few games to figure out what's up with draisaitl, and even when he starts suspecting, he's not sure, but then one battle of alberta matthew gets in a fight and ends up with a bloody face, and as he's ushered past draisaitl on the way to the box, he sees the way draisaitl is staring, the way his pupils are dialated, the way his throat moves when he swallows, the way his tongue darts out and matthew swears, he swears he sees a hint of fangs even though he knows those only come out when a vampire is feeding or in a bloodlust. and maybe he's just dizzy from getting punched but for a second when their eyes meet he is sure he feels that thing his dad and granddad warned him about, the way that if a vampire looks you in the eye he can hypnotize you. or read your mind. maybe both. the lore is kind of fuzzy. but obviously matthew is going to have to find him after the game. to find out what the fuck draisaitl is doing here, and figure out if he's going to have to put any of that training he never thought he'd need to use. because it feels dangerous, having a vampire in the league. it feels way too close for comfort.

[jess-the-reckless]

Sorry about your gay pirates, pirate brainrotters. If it helps, here are some free gay pirates of my own to fill your pirate-shaped hole.

I liked Our Flag Means Death. I enjoyed S1, and I’m looking forward to seeing S2, particularly as I understand that Lucius lives, and Nathan Foad might be one of the funniest human beings on the planet. I liked its silliness, its cheerful disregard for historical accuracy, and how every ship seemed to become a sort of sartorial TARDIS for Stede Bonnet’s expansive wardrobe. It was a lot of fun, but it never succeeded in burrowing all the way down into my heart the way that other things do, because the gay pirate space in my heart was already occupied.

And the gay pirates in question were mine, so obviously I’m going to love them more. You’re always going to love your own children, especially when said child is a snarling transvestite monster-baby like Jem Exley.

I don’t know when Jem first appeared in my head exactly, but I can identify the fleeting larval thought that turned into the all-consuming brainworm of Reckless. I was writing something about reef diving off the coast of Florida, and the instructor character made a mention of pirate wrecks. And I saw them. A clear flash of the pirates. One was your typical romance novel sexy pirate, and the other was a fascinating binfire of a human being, flintlocked and loaded, gnarly eighteenth century cosmetics melting off his face in the Caribbean heat. I knew immediately that they were lovers – terrible, messy, co-dependent, and borderline backstabbing lovers – and that their story would come back and bother me at a later date.

And with that I forgot about them.

Sort of.

Jem kept coming back, though. He came back in clay pipes, banyan robes, in the shoes and combs and gloves I saw at the Fashion Museum in Bath. He wandered back by way of Monteverdi, Henry Fielding, and drag queen sass, and when characters keep popping back into your head like that you know you’re pretty much doomed to write the damned book.

So I did, and I had a fucking blast. I read pirate books, listened to pirate podcasts, wallowed happily in Baroque music. As a bonus, because the book takes place so early in the eighteenth century, a lot of the seventeenth century bleeds over into it, and I love the seventeenth century. Like most interesting times, it was undoubtedly horrible to live through, but I had so much fun making sure that the scars of the Civil Wars were still visible in both Jem and Henry’s backgrounds. The lively Restoration theatre scene makes an appearance at the start of the book, and the Duke of Monmouth – one of many seventeenth-century candidates for the ultimate Fuck-Around-and-Find-Out award – is namechecked multiple times as a plot point. Beady-eyed history nerds will also spot a hostile polydactyl cat named after a loathed seventeenth-century despot, who also – happily – fucked around and very much found out. (The despot, that is. Not to spoiler, but the cat lives and thrives, and goes on to beat up iguanas in the sequel, Code Noir.)

Ultimately, though, the fun I had with this book comes down to playing around with old romance novel trope of the virgin captured by the pirate. What if the pirate captor was the virgin in this story? It wasn’t too much of a stretch, especially since so many pirates were so very, very young, and that gave me the jumping off point for the character of Henry Dyer. He’s a kid, only nineteen at the start of the story. Yes, eighteenth-century nineteen is a lot different from twenty-first-century nineteen, but biology remains the same. He’s still going to be subject to the slings and arrows of outrageous hormones, even if he’s been at sea since he was fifteen years old. And he’s confused. He doesn’t fully understand why his dick doesn’t work properly in the brothels, although he hangs around and helps the girls with their book-keeping, since he always had a good head for figures.

It takes Jem – a cross-dressing sex-worker who is quite happy to be mistaken for a woman if he thinks it might suit his latest scam – to unconfuse Henry. Once he knows what he wants, he goes for it, and what you end up with is two uncompromising weirdos finding a way to be themselves in a world that wants them dead. I get into this more in the sequel, but I wanted to emphasise that this is a horrendous time to be alive if you’re not a straight, white male with a fat bank balance, and preferably some kind of title. Aristocratic Jem ticks several of those boxes, and yet still gets sent packed onto a ship for the colonies in the hope that he will die discreetly of yellow fever somewhere. Alive, in England, he’s an embarrassment who keeps doing drag, sucking dick, and stealing everything that isn’t on fire or nailed down. And not the respectable kind of stealing, either, the kind you do with an invading army and a Union Jack. No, this is the poor people sort of theft, the kind they hang people for.

Meanwhile Henry, originally groomed for the church but too clever for his own good, arrives at the reasonable conclusion that he’d rather not believe in a God who seems to keep letting people make such a mess of things in His name. He falls into piracy like so many others, when his merchant ship gets captured by a pirate crew who make him a much better offer. And he likes it. He’s good at it. Nobody cares if he believes in God or not. He gets to work with the things he does believe in, the things he can see and feel, like the wind and the tides, and it makes him a superb sailor. It also, when he gets there, makes him a superb lover.

And that’s what it’s all about, in the end. This story may be messy, violent, crime-riddled, and full of so much vomit that I actually put a content warning for emetophobes in the front, but it’s still a love story. And if the world isn’t going to let you love who you love? Well, you’re just going to have to be gay and do crimes. Lots, and lots of crimes.

And they do. (Spoilers: they’re pirates.)

[prpfs]

✨🦇 hello! afab 25 year old here itching to do some monster x human plots! it would be over discord and typically i match my partner in length, but i would prefer minimum 2 paragraph replies (4-5 sentences). nsfw is a must, so i’m looking for 20+ partners- i do like a lot of smut, but i need some substance behind it (angst, fluff, plot), but potential violent and dark themes as well!

all my ocs are generally switches, but i would love a chance to play someone sub leaning. whether it’s the human or the monster- i don’t care! additionally gender doesn’t matter either, anyone welcome! (i will say i am particularly craving something sapphic/wlw rn)

vampires, witches, elves, aliens, nagas, mermaids- i’m so open to any of it! playing or playing against, it does not matter to me. we can get creative with setting, dynamic, plot. i am personally looking for something less modern and more fantastical and/or historical, just because it just feels a bit more fun depending!

i would also just really love someone i vibe with and can talk to outside of the rp! i absolutely love swapping hcs, Pinterest boards, playlists; let’s brainrot over our babies together!

we can discuss triggers/limits and anything else before moving to discord, but if you’re interested pls give this a like and i’ll reach out!

like if you're interested and op will reach out

[alectoperdita]

I have the misfortune of being dragged into things but imma send an ask anyway uwu

Are there any AUs you wanna make but haven't yet or don't think you will? I personally feel something similar to Monster Musume would be fun. I like the idea of Kaiba maybe housing a monster or two, either dragon people or something that'd be less popular/be seen poorly by society like a spider person. A spider hybrid Joey would be so cute 😭

He could do the spider dance when he's happy or trying to court Kaiba or something 🤣

This time of the year, I swear, everyone probably needs a mental break/support whether they're doing something or not.

Yooooo I'm always an absolute sucker for dragon-boy!Jou. But you make a spider-hybrid Jou sound so cute with that. (And when Kaiba's being a jerk/not cooperative, Jou's got his web silk to use against him LOL).

Hmmm as for AUs I wanna do but haven't/can't, I think the big "I'm not sure I could do it even if I tried" is an AU where Jou and Kaiba are on an esports team together. But I'm old and not with it anymore and a lot of the original team comp ideas were for a MOBA game like League of Legends. But I'm pretty sure that genre is now old and busted and people only care about battle royale shooters like Fortnight? It feels as if I lack the vernacular/subcultural knowledge to pull that off and I'm not particularly interested in doing the research either.

But for an AU I haven't done and I still wanna do, there are several:

AU where Jou is a tokusatsu actor (think like Kamen Rider and other sentai shows) and Kaiba is still mostly himself, but mainly leaning into his ownership of theme parks here because then Jou's show can do a collab play at KaibaLand hehe. Mostly sweet and fluff, from before I descended into full smut mode

AU with escort!Jou where he becomes Kaiba's sugar baby, this one I still really really really wanna do

[yoonieper]

Pecattiphilia— Part 4 | PJM

Pecattiphilia is the sexual arousal from performing an act one believes is a sin.

✽ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

✽ Genre: Angel Au, angst, fluff, future smut, this is a slow burn (kinda?)! 

✽ Rated: B for New Beginnings 

✽ Series Warnings: This series will include discussion of religious aspects such as the afterlife and concepts of heaven and hell (There are no direct ties to any specific religion besides the mention of angels and demons— all aspects of religion was created by me for this series), this series includes a lot of violence (sometimes graphic depictions) and gore (nothing extreme, Jimin and the boys fight monsters sometimes), and mentions of sin (particularly revolving around sexual topics)

✽ Chapter Specific Warnings: The babies get a bit vulnerable in this chapter, flagellation, violent thoughts, violence (Jimin takes down some bad guys), things get a little gorey, nsfw thoughts wink wonk, things get a little heated ;)

✽ Word Count: 12k

✽ Summary: Jimin is sent to watch over you and as the years go by he gets more and more curious and sometimes just wishes he could get to know you. But he knows that’s forbidden, it's sin. However, a freak accident somehow causes Jimin and your eyes to meet for the first time with purpose. He knows it shouldn’t happen but he doesn’t want to break away. He wants you to look at him, wants you to touch him, wants you to be with him. The problem is none of this should have happened in the first place… what’s happening to him?

✽ Now Playing…: Sin City by Chrishan (slowed), Have Mercy by Chlöe, Blood Sweat and Tears by BTS, Lie by BTS (Jimin) 

✽ Author’s Note: I’m so sorry for the wait guys… I posted about this in my last update, but parts 5 (maybe) and 6 (bigger maybe) I’ll try to get out this year, but next year I’ll be prioritizing series so this should get done sooner than the current pace! Idk if y’all noticed the slow burn, but things are just about to start getting interesting (hint hint part 6 is going to be fun) so please look forward to that~ I hope to post a more concrete schedule at some point so follow if interested 😘

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

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You had to keep telling yourself that this was all just a dream. You knew it was, you had convinced yourself long ago that this was all in your imagination. One day you must have gotten so lonely your mind had managed to conjure up this beautiful angel to satisfy that crave for affection and your wish to be loved. 

That still never stopped you from getting butterflies anytime Jimin would appear whenever you’d close your eyes.

It was pathetic, you knew it, but you never found yourself happier than when you were with him. 

He found his way into your dreams pretty much every night. It was honestly more odd for him not to be there sometime during your slumber. After weeks began to pass, as crazy as it sounds, you really questioned at times if it was really all just a dream. How could this happen? Was it really possible to dream of the same person every single night? 

You certainly didn’t think so and oftentimes questioned your own sanity. You might have actually lost it. 

A quick search on the internet didn’t help your worries. You asked what dreams like this might mean and all that came up was a whole lot of cryptic bullshit about soulmates that you didn’t buy one bit. Honestly you believed the whole angel thing Jimin stuck with a lot more than that. 

After you really never came to a conclusion you just decided to forgo the need for one and just enjoy the delusions while they last.

Each time you would be whisked away into some new fantastical date night with the angel. Sometimes you both would be frolicking in the fields while riding on the backs of unicorns, others you and Jimin would sit underneath the tree you first met and just talk about your day. 

The longer it went on, the more you got used to it, and the more you needed him in your life.

It was a little strange. Despite the constant flirting that was seemingly happening between you two, besides the first time you met, things have remained almost strictly platonic. Jimin was your friend more than anything. Of course with you knowing it was a dream, you tried to take things a step forward but each time Jimin became standoffish. Instead of trying to force anything you kept it platonic as well. 

Maybe Jimin was truly here to just be your friend. 

That would be true but you knew it wasn’t. Jimin had made it clear he liked you and that your outings were dates that he took the time to meticulously plan. Yet still there was a notable distance, physically speaking, that sometimes had you doubting his proclamation. 

Instead of thinking about that too hard either you just enjoyed your time with him. It was just a dream after all, no need to get caught up in messy labels and all that. 

Jimin was just too nice to hang out with for you to care about the specifics of your relationship. 

As long as he was with you, you were fine. 

Just like today, Jimin had surprised you and swept you off your feet to whisk you away to the stars. 

No this wasn’t a metaphor, a hyperbole, or any other rhetorical device, today you actually found yourself clinging onto the angel as he flew you up higher into the atmosphere. 

You watched in amazement as the sky quickly turned from its normal light blue shade, gradually getting darker, before you both were in the vacuum of space. 

It earned a quick reaction as your body instantly panicked about the logistics of it, but Jimin laughed, making you realize once again that this was all just a dream. 

Just a dream. 

Getting a true taste of Jimin’s speed, you managed to fly all the way to Saturn within the span of about 20 minutes. It was strange, the stars seemed to blur around you but you didn’t feel it at all. Things all seemed to be moving in slow motion as you admired the angel, him holding your attention more than the dark cosmos ever did. 

On the way over you would get quick glimpses of the passing planets, he would also point out distant constellations, promising to take you to far away lands one day. 

You couldn’t believe all of this was somehow in your head. 

He landed you both on one of the larger rocks that made up the planet’s rings and magically pulled out a picnic basket. 

Only with Jimin would you ever have a picnic on Saturn’s rings. 

You both talked and laughed as you ate the array of foods, jajangmyeon like you had been craving all day along with the sweetest tasting fruits you‘ve ever eaten. 

The date was sweet and absolutely magical like any time you both would meet, however, unlike most other days you came to visit, something was different. 

It was obvious in the silence that would hang for too long in between conversations, it was in the way your smile was never able to reach where it usually does, it was in the way that staring off into the cosmos tears would prick your eyes. 

For some reason you knew Jimin knew that today just wasn’t your day and that you were pretending, but he never said anything, instead let the conversations fade into nothing and let you cry out silently. 

“Is— is that a comet?” You couldn’t hide the shaking in your voice. 

Jimin hummed lightly. 

You laughed, you were starting to feel the tears start streaming down your face. 

“It’s so pretty, from here it almost looks like any other star.” You were rambling, you knew that. 

For a while both of you didn’t say anything after that, it just became harder and harder to keep your sobs quiet. All of a sudden Jimin sat up and propped his head up with his hand so he could face you. 

His eyes made you flustered and you quickly tried to wipe your eyes, but he grabbed your wrist. You were confused at first but he used his other hand to wipe your cheek gently. 

“There’s no need to pretend.” His voice was soft and instantly had more tears spilling from your eyes. 

His words seemed to be all it took to break your wall of composure. 

“It’s so stupid.” You sobbed and Jimin just continued to wipe away the tears. 

“No it’s not, I promise.” 

“I’m over here weeping like a baby just because shit didn’t go my way today, I should be paying more attention to other things, we’re in space for fucks sake.” You didn’t look good, you knew it. You just couldn’t stop crying, your face was hot, and you could quickly feel your nose starting to run. 

Normally with guys you like you would never show this side of yourself, but things with Jimin just felt different, him being there with you made it so much easier. 

Jimin didn’t say anything again and just let you cry, eventually pulling you into his arms. It was exactly what you wanted. 

“You don’t need to justify anything, it’s fine to just be sad.” Jimin eventually reassured. “Besides, I think she was a bitch too.” He added with a smile. 

At this he finally got you to smile. “Dambi’s so annoying, I try not to let her get to me but…” You chuckled as you wiped your eyes. 

The reason for your sadness was nothing more than a difficult day with a coworker, one who’s known notoriously around the office as just being awful. She’ll ridicule, call you names, and do anything to get under your skin. Most of the time you were able to avoid her, but your boss had you working together today and as soon as you got here with Jimin, for some reason you just couldn’t take it anymore. 

Jimin continued to stare at your face and occasionally brushed away a stray tear. 

“What does it feel like?” He asked absentmindedly. You looked over at him confused and you were shocked to see his eyes meeting your own. 

“What do you mean?” 

“To be sad, to cry. What does it feel like?” His tone was genuine, he looked at you like he was almost amazed. You couldn’t be more confused, he sensed this. 

“I don’t get sad like you do. I feel down sometimes but even after looking over so many people I can never quite understand what it feels like to get to that point where water starts pouring from your eyes and you just…” Jimin turned to face the stars. 

“Let it out, the pain. I don’t feel anything.” His voice was quiet, like he didn’t want you to hear. 

You were waiting for the punchline, the joke, anything to indicate he wasn’t serious, but Jimin’s smile began to fade. 

“I want to cry with you, to feel what you do.” He sighed. 

At this point you knew he was being serious. 

“You can’t cry?” You asked, sitting up.

Jimin shook his head. 

“I don’t get sad like you do. It didn’t really matter in the past, but I feel like I can’t comfort you properly. I don’t know what you’re feeling.” He mentioned. Saying it out loud made it obvious the reason why. 

He was not designed to be put in a situation like this. All he needed to do was watch his humans from afar, he was never supposed to interact with them. 

You laid back down on the blanket, making sure to snuggle into his arms extra tightly. 

“So angels can’t cry? You learn something new everyday.” You tried to joke but looking up at Jimin’s face, you knew it was more than that. 

“It’s not just that… I don’t feel anything like you do.” You looked at him shocked. For some reason your mind went to how your relationship really hasn’t progressed anywhere. Maybe this might be the reason. 

“All I know is what I feel for you, but even that seems so foreign.” Jimin furrowed his brows at the mention of it. It took him a minute to realize that he had said that out loud and what that must have sounded like to you. 

“This probably doesn’t make any sense to you, I’m sorry space does this to me.” He tried to laugh off but you weren’t having it. 

“Talk to me.” You finally said. 

“I’m not really supposed to, besides you don’t even think I’m real.” Jimin had tried his best to convince himself that he was fine with you just thinking he was a dream, but the more time he spent with you the harder it was. He wanted you to think he was just as real as everyone else. 

“Humor me, or at least with what you can tell me. Let’s pretend you were real, that an angel for some reason is visiting me in my dreams every night. What’s going on?” You were truthfully interested. 

Jimin smiled at this and laid back down. “I’m not supposed to be here.” He put it plainly. “I’m risking a lot trying to see you.” Despite his words, he held that faint smile on his face. 

“I’m not designed to feel anything. I take orders, see them through, and protect. I’m not made for anything else. It’s making things complicated on my end, because during my time with you, I’ve never felt like this.” 

You couldn’t stop the way your heart nearly beat out of your chest. 

“But, that’s a problem.” He quickly added. 

“Why?” You tried not to sound worried, for some reason you wanted Jimin to like you, feel that same flutter that you did every time you met in your dreams. 

He looked over at you. “I shouldn’t feel anything for you, yet here we are. Alone together on Saturn’s rings.” He chuckled weakly. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” You pushed even further.

“That I must be broken.” The words seemed to linger in the vacuum, a weird mix of emotions was going through your head and Jimin knew about every single one. 

He knew how off putting you thought it was that refer to himself as broken at the thought of him having feelings for you but he also knew how excited you got at him being open and honest with you.

Did you really feel this way for him? He could feel your heart beating out your chest, he could even feel the butterflies dancing inside you. Within a month’s time he’s managed to make you feel like this about him and it’s miles ahead of what he could ever feel for you. 

He wants more, that even if he doesn’t feel those same emotions as you he could show you what he does feel is in his own way even greater. The fact he even felt anything for you was a miracle. 

This was meant to be a solution, a way to be close to you without the repercussions of interacting with you in the normal plane, yet he’s somehow made everything worse. He wants you even more. 

“Anyway enough about me, you wanted to talk about Dambi?” He tried to escape the questions and answers he knew you were looking for. 

“Jimin we can’t just move on… you’ve been in my head before and I know you know what I’m thinking.” You sighed sitting up. 

Jimin frowned. 

“Y/n I don’t have answers for you, I’m sorry.” He was honest but also was lying. He shouldn’t be telling you any of this anyway. 

“I mean… you literally said you have to be broken because of your feelings for me.” Your voice was shaky again. Jimin felt the pain in every syllable, he hurt you… again. 

Instead of explaining himself he let the silence speak for him. What was there to say? It was true, he was broken. 

“Jimin I don’t know what we’re doing, what this is between us, but… fuck, is it that bad you feel actually broken?” You tried to sound like it didn’t affect you, this was a dream for fucks sake, but it did, his words hurt. 

Jimin didn’t say anything once again. 

His silence made you think about the whole reason your brain contoured up this angel in the first place. You were so lonely and you knew no one wanted you. It’s what your last boyfriend proved to you, it’s what almost everyone in your life has proven to you. 

All you were was just a pretty face and nothing more to people, over the years you’ve just accepted that fact and chose to be by yourself. People will come and go in life, no need to tie yourself down anymore— is what you used to tell yourself but if this month with Jimin has proved anything it is that you really were craving for more. 

Did you really deserve it though? You thought this month together has been amazing, something you looked forward to everytime you would close your eyes, but for such a beautiful angel to think of any feelings that has sprung up as him being broken? Were you really that fucked up? 

Were you really that unwantable? 

“It’s fine, I’m fine. This is all just a fucking dream, none of this matters. I don’t even do relationships anymore so—” You tried to laugh at yourself but you could feel the tears running down your cheeks. Why were you getting so worked up over a figment of your imagination? 

You sighed and laid back down to stare at the planet honestly waiting at this point to wake up. This was all so stupid, you felt so stupid. 

It was then that you felt Jimin shift slightly on your right side, you didn’t really pay too much mind to it, honestly wanting nothing more than to be done with him, but suddenly he was on top of you and staring directly into your eyes. 

“Is this what you want?” His voice was raspy as his hand came up to caress your cheek and he rested his head against yours. You felt your body come alive in a second, the words that have been bouncing around in your mind immediately forgotten. 

“Is this what it’ll take for you to understand how much I want you?” His tone was very direct, he had to make sure you understood. 

You were at a loss for words, too focused on how close his lips were to yours. 

“You have to understand that I wasn’t made for this, I can’t give you everything you want.”

“Jimin…” you sighed, your body lighting ablaze under his touch. 

“Y/n I don’t know what I’m doing I—“ You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. 

You heard his breathing hick when you couldn’t possibly pull him even closer. 

“Are you sure you want this?” Your lips grazed his cheek. 

“Yes…” you sighed. 

Jimin for some reason couldn’t accept that, instead he pulled back slightly and watched the look in your eyes as you started to remember. All the dates he fucked up that he started anew so you would like him, you even saw the first time he appeared in your dreams, the atrocious sight he let you see from his punishment for his sins. 

He didn’t know how to do this at all. 

“Y/n I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know how to do this at all.” He cried as he started seeing the tears return to your eyes. Jimin had no idea how to love you like he knew you wanted, the way you deserved. 

He couldn’t, it just wasn’t possible. 

“You don’t want this…” He sighed softly, using his hand to wipe away the tears. 

Your attention focused on him but returned to his lips. 

“We’ll figure this out, no one is perfect… we can learn how to do this right together.” You smiled up at him and he felt something inside him snap, a horrible burn on his wrist. 

No one is perfect.

“Jimin I want you… please—“ You could hardly finish before you felt a pair of lips crash onto yours. 

It was hurried, fast, a moment you had been waiting for since you laid eyes on him. His lips were so soft and you didn’t know whether it was the butterflies or was it a kiss from an angel that made your whole body tingle. It was electric, one that quickly had your body on fire. 

You ran your hands over the soft fabric of Jimin’s shirt, your hands eventually making their way into his hair, needing to feel and be as close to him as possible. 

It felt like everything was in slow motion, quick or one that lasted a century, you had no idea because all of a sudden you found yourself jerked awake and welcomed by your dark room once again. 

You ended up laying there for a while trying to process everything. Really, what just happened?

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

Unbeknownst to you was the angel who was sitting beside you on the bed. He was not turned your way, instead a hand was ghosting over his lips, and his eyes were wide as he stared down at the ground in horror. 

His other hand toyed anxiously with the chain that hung around his neck, it serving as a reminder of the sin he’s just committed. 

It was never supposed to go this far, he never wanted it to go this far. 

Jimin had now crossed a line he knew can’t come back from. 

His attention turned behind him to see you a little confused, your face still wet from tears but he could see it on your face and feel the giddiness as you thought about the dream.

You kept replaying the moment again and again in your head, you couldn’t remember everything exactly except the warmth you felt when your lips met. What to you was just a dream was as much a reality for Jimin and he could remember every detail. 

How it felt to have your body so close to his, how beautiful you looked underneath him, how your lips felt against his, and how much, despite how every part of his body burned from the sin, he wanted to do it again. 

That was the very first time, at least in this life, he had ever kissed someone. 

In the past he’d get confused at the strange emotions his humans would feel whenever he’d watch them kiss the person that their heart longed for or that they craved for a night of passion. It seemed like such a strange practice to feel such powerful emotions for. Lips touching lips, in the past he would get disgusted and would need to turn away, but more recently the sentiment would confuse him more than anything. 

Even though Jimin was only empathizing slightly, the powerful emotions of a kiss would be enough to give him butterflies occasionally. 

The last human he watched over, John— he could never forget that moment when he finally kissed his long-time crush, Ana, the girl he had a crush on since high school, who eventually became his wife. Back then that moment was enough to make Jimin blush, a deep dark desire of wanting to be in the moment, Ana had been so pretty under the moonlight that night and the explosion of love John felt in that moment made it hard to look away. 

Jimin couldn’t help imagining himself standing in the place of his human, what it would feel like to hold someone that close and—

Jimin that day had to repent for the first time. Normally he was so clean, an occasional visit back to heaven would be enough to suffice for any minor sins, but that burning he felt just like now was hard to ignore so he did what he needed to. It worked back then but this time…

Jimin couldn’t even explain the symphony of feelings he felt. It was as if the most turbulent piece of music exploded into the fiercest of crescendos, a heavenly melody played in his ears as your lips moved against his. It was like kissing the purest of light in a world that was frozen, barren, and dead. You were so warm, so inviting, he was deprived, so so deprived of that warmth, it physically hurt him to pull away from your embrace. 

What might it have felt like to be even closer? What new colors of emotions would he have experienced if he continued? 

Jimin knew them all, colors that is, and he could see every possible ray imaginable. But with you he felt like he was looking at a masterpiece painted with all new parts of the spectrum that had only been created around you. 

He wanted to see more. He wanted more. 

That very thought made him feel so dirty. What has he become? Someone so easily lured into temptation? Has he really become that weak?

He turned around to you again this time his eyes filled with disgust. How dare you do this to him? 

He got up and started pacing around your room. 

Maybe if you knew what you were messing with you would stop. He could appear right here, right now in your room and set the record straight. He could yell at you for ruining him, he could scream all he wanted, but at the end of the day, as much as he wanted to convince himself that it was all your fault, he knew he was even more guilty. 

It was Jimin that made the decision to visit you in your dreams, it was him that would always come back, it was him who was broken. 

Jimin looked back at you again, you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone. You had thrown off the covers (a result of the dream) to reveal the oversized shirt you had worn to bed. You paid no mind to the fact that it had ridden up to reveal enough skin that made the burned words on his skin set ablaze all over again. 

You tempted him to sin so easily and he hated it. He hated you. He didn’t want to but you were getting in the way of him performing his duties properly and his work meant everything to him. 

No human has managed to make him travel this far down into sin, any burning he would ever feel would be enough to remind him of his place. 

Why did it have to be you, the human he watches over to tempt him so much? You of all the humans? 

It was so clear that there was something going on, a problem he needed to get checked out the minute he started to feel the flutter whenever you happened to meet eyes unknowingly. There was no reason to hate you but his eyes couldn’t tear away from your legs and how much a part of him wished you would shift a little so he could see more, he couldn’t stop the sinister feelings from erupting in retaliation. 

Jimin looked down at the cross around his neck, a symbol of his allegiance, and he knew the best course of action was to just get out of here. He needed to get out of here. 

He flew out your window and zoomed away without a destination in mind, he just needed to be away from you. 

His head was spinning, the farther he got away from your apartment the more his heart was pulling him back to you and he fucking hated it. 

Jimin found himself flying over a forest. His head at this point was starting to hurt so he just decided to stop and breathe. 

Jimin sighed as he felt the soft blades of grass on the soles of his feet. He knew no one was out here for miles so he allowed himself to phase into the normal plane. 

He would never normally do this when he was a guardian, but this just adds to the list of things that Jimin would never do before but for some reason these days doesn’t care about. 

The birds chirped, the sounds of nature were almost deafening but the orchestra of life proved to be comforting in this moment. Jimin just hoped it would finally ground him. 

He took a seat against a tree and tried to close his eyes to enjoy the peace and quiet. 

He tried to focus on his awareness of the animal life around him; the bird that was on the tree next to him, the ant that was crawling through the grass behind him, the deer that had heard him come down and had run away. 

He hoped this would be enough but even then all he imagined was your lips against his while his hand pushed up that oversized shirt you had to wear. What made it worse was that he knew you weren’t wearing anything, how easy it could have been to feel you if he had the chance. 

His mind also couldn’t get over how you said you wanted him, you wanted him despite knowing the fact it was clear he didn’t know how to do this, how he lied to you, and you still don’t even remember the fact he erased whatever incident caused Jimin’s fall into temptation. Maybe if he told you you wouldn’t want him anymore? 

Maybe things would be easier to get over if he knew you didn’t want him the same way. He knew how much you wished he was real, he knew that every time you go out you would search for the ‘mystery man’ who occupied your dreams. Your desire was making it harder to pull away.

But he wasn’t human and he was not meant to give in. His job was to be your protector and that was it. The fact that he was clearly defective was not only putting himself at risk, but more importantly putting you and his whole team at risk. 

What if they found out he was defective? What would they do to them? 

Jimin without thinking tugged off his shirt to reveal the gold letters across his skin blackened out with the sins he’s committed. The sight was appalling and made him sick to even think he could get to a point like this. 

He hurriedly pulled out his handle and turned the dials, emerging from one side was a small whip that separated into nine different ends.

He needed to repent, harder. So much was at risk if he didn’t get it together. 

Jimin got on his knees and clung to the tree in front of him. He didn’t hesitate in bringing the whip down as hard as he could. 

He cried out as his grip on the tree tightened. Jimin once again was reminded he was insane, because in that moment all he could think about was you and how much he wanted to kiss you again. 

Jimin quickly brought the whip down again. 

He had to get past this. 

You should stop lying to yourself.

I’m not.

You’re becoming corrupted. 

No, I’m fine.

Do you want her still?

So, so badly. 

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

Jimin had been watching you trying to bake a recipe your sister had sent you earlier that week of the chocolate magic cake she made you the last time you saw each other. 

He had been fawning over how cute you looked trying to make each layer perfect. You had been stuck on the second layer for ages and for some reason Jimin enjoyed seeing how much effort you were putting into this measly dessert. 

You were so cute. 

Jimin had been so distracted that when he was getting the notification he was late to his team’s monthly meeting he was scrambling, trying to reach for his halo and rushing inside. 

He was not surprised to find everyone’s eyes on him as he rounded the corner to their meeting room. Immediately the scorched words on his thigh sent a shearing pain in leg. 

‘Guilt.’ 

To make matters worse, Jimin had never been late to a meeting before. 

The silence that hung in the air was loud and made his skin crawl. Considering what he told them the last time they saw each other, he could tell that’s all they were thinking about to be the reason for his untimeliness. 

What was even worse was that they were right. It had everything to do with his feelings for you. 

Jimin took a cautious seat in his assigned spot, everyone’s eyes following him as he moved. As soon as he sat down the sting on his back served as a reminder that his plan of repentance had been a failed journey so far. Everyday he went back out to that same forest and tried his best to force these urges and desires out of him. 

With how today went it was obvious he needed to work harder. 

Has the burn of sin not been enough yet? 

The only thing it had managed to do was convince him to not visit you for the last few days, but each and every day he missed you dearly and wanted to continue where you last left off. 

Jimin could tell all of them wanted to ask where he was, what could have possibly kept him from their meeting. He could have easily lied and said he got caught up with a demon. He seemed good at doing that these days, but he couldn’t lie to them. 

Instead Jimin wallowed in his guilt as Namjoon finally broke the silence to finally start the meeting. 

“Anyway, I wanted to start off this meeting by saying the higher ups have informed me that we’re to be dispatched on a mission in 2 days time. I thought it would be good to go over the details before going over our reports.” Namjoon got up so he was standing at the head of the table, everyone’s attention now was all on him. 

A hologram appeared in the middle of the table to reveal a building and a face. To any human it wouldn’t look like anything much but for Jimin’s team and any angel really this was an obvious case of a class 2 demon. 

“This is Abigor— a demon that’s recently managed to escape from H.E.L.L.” 

“What? Abigor escaped?!” Hoseok exclaimed. 

“I know, we still don’t know how he managed to make it past the gates with how many people were looking for him, but he did and we only just now have gotten word that others escaped with him.” The hologram changed to footage collected from the outside of their fortress, with more class 2 demons patrolling the area. 

 “Holy— how did that many get out?” Taehyung asked, confused, everyone was. 

“We have no idea, but it seems he’s managed to grow his legion even more since he’s escaped to earth. Some of the demons we’ve observed have been on our missing list for ages.” The hologram pulled up the few profiles they had managed to identify. 

“This isn’t good.” Seokjin sighed. 

“We’re hoping it looks worse than what it is in actuality, but that’s the reason we’re being dispatched so suddenly, to hopefully take care of this problem quickly and quietly.” 

“Of course they send us to fix their fuck up.” Seokjin added, with an exaggerated eye roll. Everyone was a little annoyed this had happened. 

“I feel like there’s been more and more of these cases happening, demons managing to get past the P3 angels patrolling the gates. It doesn’t make sense.” Yoongi pondered. 

It was weird, in all the time they’ve been awakened they’ve never had this many calls for missions. 

“I’ve heard the P3 angels have been complaining to the higher ups. They think something is happening and have been requesting backup.” Namjoon added. 

“Well, whatever is happening hopefully they get it under control soon. I’m tired of dealing with all these calls plus being on guardian duty.” Jungkook sighed, leaning back further in his chair.

“Do you think we can convince the higher ups to give us another break after we all finish?” Seokjin chuckled and the others all joined in. 

“At this point, they have to give us some type of break. We’ve been working overtime…” Jungkook tried massaging his temples, but the fatigue just wasn’t going to go away that easily. 

“C'mon guys, we’re angels, we can’t get tired. Enough about how we feel, our jobs are the priority.” Namjoon tried to pep up spirits but for some reason there was a sudden uneasy shift in the room.

“Anyway I thought I would wait to hear the reports but it’s probably best to just get this over with before we need to start discussing our strategies. We don’t have as long as we like so we’ll probably be here for a while.” 

Silence continued to pass for a while, everyone waiting for someone to say something first. 

“I’ve gotten my zero.” Seokjin was the first to say. 

“Already?” Namjoon chuckled, a little surprised.

“Don’t you guys remember I had the guy in the Lemian war?” 

Everyone awed, it suddenly all made sense. 

“He lasted a lot longer than I was expecting. I’m still a few months out, but I have my date and time.” 

“That’s good— what are your projected numbers?” 

“Better than average, since I knew I likely wouldn’t have much time with him I made sure to be extra careful in keeping him as pure as I could. I can’t say anything conclusive yet but I’m hoping to end with a 3.8~” 

They all ooed at the number.

“Good job.” 

“He’s a good kid, made things a little easier for me. I’m at a 3.6 right now, but I’m confident I can bring that up to .2 before zero hits.” 

Jimin had managed to maintain you at a 3.9… the highest was 4. It used to be higher but because of the day Jimin randomly fell into your apartment, leaving you unprotected for 12 hours, his 3.96 went down. Stats like that without a zero were unheard of. 

“Great, please make sure to make your final reports to the higher ups a little more detailed. You know how they get when our numbers get too high.” Seokjin nodded at Namjoon’s words, understanding the procedure. 

“What about everyone else? What are your current numbers?” 

The boys started to go through normal report procedures, going through a general telling of the last month plus their current numbers and projects and ambitions for the next month. Jimin usually enjoyed hearing what his team’s been up to since they parted ways, but at the mention of their humans his mind was suddenly back to you once again and the guilt of his sins. 

How could he face them right now? 

He felt like such a failure. His team had an image to upkeep, if anyone were to find out that Jimin— the same Jimin who would roll his eyes at the shear mention of a P2 angel fooling around with a human— had gone on to break so many rules to kiss the human he was assigned to protect… 

And with all he wanted still despite everything was to see you and kiss you again. He wanted it so bad, he wanted to show you how excited he was to finally call you his. What if you thought he didn’t want you anymore? 

The thought alone was laughable, if only you knew how much work he tried to get you out his head only for you to be back within seconds—

“Jimin?” 

At the mention of his name he finally looked up to see everyone staring at him. 

“What’s wrong with your face…? It’s like… all red right now.” Taehyung asked what everyone was thinking. 

“Are you ok? You’ve been acting strange since you got here.” Yoongi glared at him suspiciously. 

“I swear Jimin if this has something to do with Y/n…” Namjoon groaned, already sensing where this was about to go. 

Tell them.

Jimin looked up to see their concerned faces staring at him, waiting for him to say something and if the guilt was bad before, under their gaze he couldn’t possibly have felt any worse. It was the closest he ever felt to bursting into tears. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Jimin what the fuck have you done.” Namjoon groaned, already sensing he was going to hate what Jimin was about to say.

See. 

And so he told them everything. He told them about the night that started this whole ordeal, how he suddenly transferred to the normal plane right in the middle of your living room. He told them about the weird effect it had on him and that’s why he had to bless you. He told them how even after the beatings from the higher ups wasn’t enough to sway him and he had been meeting you in your dreams. He even told them about the kiss you shared the last time you saw each other. 

Jimin would always picture their faces before he would go into your dreams, how they would react if they knew what he was doing. 

Nothing could have prepared him for the reality.

It was silent for a while after he finished, but their faces said more than any words ever could. 

They’re disappointed in you. 

They should be. 

The silence was broken by Namjoon slamming his hand on the table, noticeably startling everyone.

“Jimin, what the fuck did we talk about?!” He was furious, that same disappointed tone Jimin knew he was waiting for him. 

Maybe this is exactly what he needed, the people he cared about the most to look at him as crazy as he felt at times. 

This is what he needed but it still hurt so much knowing his worst fear was becoming a reality. 

“Jimin I know what we talked about last time, I only let it slide because I thought this wouldn’t interfere with your job, that this was a problem you could deal with!” Namjoon exclaimed, baffled he was hearing this from him. This wasn’t the same Jimin who he’s known for eons.

Namjoon looked around at everyone in the room, before running his hands through his hair. 

“Jimin, I’m trying to figure out why you didn’t report this to anyone beforehand.” Namjoon tried to calm down. 

What was his excuse, did he have one?

Jimin continued to stare down into his lap, unable to meet the eyes of anyone in his team. 

“At first I was scared they would separate me from her and I thought I had things under control enough to make it to her zero…” Everyone in the room just sighed, the excuse not enough to beat all the protocols that have been seared into their minds. There was a system, an order, and to forgo everything that they learned just for some human…?

“It was only recently when things got out of control. When she looked at me…” Jimin couldn’t help but smile when he remembered opening his eyes up to see you worriedly staring down at him. Despite how awful he felt, you, having you there was worth any pain he felt. 

“That moment right there, everything changed. I never wanted to go back, I didn’t want to be invisible to her anymore. I want her to know me, I want to know her–”

“Jimin, you know that’s not possible. You’re an angel! You’re not even meant to be having these feelings. She’ll grow old and die, you won’t! How would that ever work–” 

Jimin suddenly slammed his hand on the table. Everyone’s attention returned to him and they all could see the scary look in his eyes. It was frightening, something they had never seen before in someone that was normally so sweet.

It was horrifying. 

“Please do not talk about her like that.” Jimin said calmly, yet the dark look in his eyes made everyone in the room glance around at each other worriedly. 

This wasn’t good.

“She wasn’t my only reason.” Jimin continued, finally meeting the eyes of his team. 

“Something is clearly wrong with me, I was– am worried. What if they find out they can’t fix me…” 

It was dangerous, a defective angel especially when it comes to them interacting in the normal plane is something no one in any division wants. 

It is a procedure to deal with the issue as quickly as possible– if it’s determined you can’t be fixed, you’re “fired,” which everyone knows is just another term for forced retirement. To make matters worse, a team’s fate is largely determined by the well-being of every member. 

The process of picking team members is very delicate, if that balance is off put by the removal of one member the success of a team is reduced by an astronomical amount. Unfortunately in most cases a team that has lost a member due to a battle lost or being “fired” the whole team meets their demise soon after.

“I can’t let whatever is wrong with me put you guys in danger.” Jimin was being earnest. He couldn’t stand knowing that it was because of him his whole team ended up meeting horrible fates.

Jimin would be a little more optimistic about seeing someone about his issues, but he strongly believed at this point they would think his sins are too great and consider him unredeemable. 

There was something inside him telling him there wasn’t some magical way to fix whatever is happening, and if they find out he’s so defective he somehow managed to fall to the normal plane unwillingly, they probably wouldn’t even give him a discharge ceremony to hurriedly make sure he didn’t cause anymore issues. 

“I understand Jimin, but what about those we swore to protect. If there is something wrong with you and something ends up happening….” Joon tried to reason. 

“All I ask is for your understanding until I take Y/n to get judged. I promise, the minute after I will see if there might be a problem.” Jimin was begging at this point. As much as he worried about his brothers’ fate, the thought of being reassigned and not getting the chance to ensure you were ok was too awful.

“And what if something happens in between then?! It might be different if you had your date but that could be decades.” Joon was getting angry again. 

As the argument continued Yoongi noticed the blackened out letters on Jimin’s wrist. 

“What if you end up becoming corrupted?” Yoongi suddenly said, interrupting the heated debate.

Jimin suddenly looked scared. 

Yoongi pointed to his wrist. 

Fueled by anger, Namjoon walked around the table and hastily pulled up Jimin’s sleeve. Everyone around the table gasped seeing the letters blackened out. 

“Take off your shirt.” Joon took a step back. 

Jimin didn’t even argue as he pulled the shirt over his head. 

If all the bruises that painted his skin weren’t alarming, the words that were normally barely visible looked more like tattoos than what they truly were meant to be, reminders. They were meant to be reminders to keep him in line, to ensure that he didn’t stray far off the path, something since he had awakened had presented as a problem.

Jimin had been told by Celine and Atara that he was more susceptible to becoming corrupted for some strange reason. Despite their warnings, Jimin had remained one of the most untainted P2 angels of the sector, that was, well till he started watching over you. 

“Jimin, you need to understand, we’re just worried about you. This does not look good at all.” Yoongi sighed, seeing that all the words he had on his chest were just as black as the one on his wrist.

“Please… just until I can take her to get judged.” Jimin looked around at everyone and he was faced with their concerned stares.

Joon took a seat at the head of the table, thinking and running through what would be the best way to proceed with this. 

“Yoongi do you have any idea what could be causing the symptoms Jimin described.” Joon sighed, leaning back in his chair, one that stood apart from the others. It was bigger, grander, and posed more authority.

Yoongi was one of the few P2 angels who took the time to become a trained medic. Celine and Atara had noticed he might possess the rare skill, usually only reserved for P1 angels. Yoongi had stayed behind one of their few breaks and learned and mastered the skills needed to care for his team. 

If anyone might have any idea what this could be, it would be him. 

“Forcefully dropping to the normal plane? Feelings for humans? None of these are symptoms of anything I can identify. Maybe a P1 angel might have a better idea, but without the proper resources I can’t help you.” Yoongi said, analyzing how upset Jimin seemed.

Namjoon sighed again. 

Procedure, what he should do is stick to the procedure and get his friend the help he clearly needed, but, but Jimin was right. There was no telling what might be causing these mysterious symptoms, what if he ends up putting his whole team at risk.

Namjoon’s job as the leader was to look after the wellbeing of each and every one of his team members. Knowing that all the help Jimin might receive could be forced retirement as well as the entire team’s downfall made him doubt his immediate reaction. 

“Does anyone have any opinion about what we should do?” Joon asked, opening up the floor to anyone. 

The room was silent for a while. 

“I trust what you think is best. There’s risks no matter what we choose to do.” Jungkook mentioned and everyone just nodded. There really wasn’t a right answer here. 

Namjoon sat back in his chair and stared up at the white ceiling, trying his best to organize his thoughts. 

“Jimin, I won't report this.” Namjoon could hardly believe his own words. Maybe there was something wrong with him as well. 

“I’m hoping, I’m hoping whatever might be causing this is something that might go away after you take Y/n to get judged. The minute, and I’m serious Jimin, the minute anything out of line begins happening– I’m sure everyone at this table will understand that it would be better to get you the help you need.” Joon laid out. 

As much as he knew, he knew that he should just follow the protocols— the minute one of his team members or himself start acting strange he was immediately meant to take them to get evaluated. It was as simple as that, yet he couldn’t bring himself to possibly risk his teammate in order to figure out what the issue might be. 

Jimin visibly looked relieved. 

“Thank you so much.” Jimin looked Namjoon right in the eye, knowing he was going out of his way for him. 

“No– Jimin on the condition of letting this go unreported, you’re ordered not to continue seeing Y/n in her dreams unless it’s an order from the higher ups. This is the only time I’m letting this go and to me it seems she’s the reason for your fall from grace. If you want to continue to be her guardian then these are the terms you must agree to.” Namjoon spoke seriously. 

“Wait what–”

“It’s either that or we’re going to MP1s immediately.” Namjoon laid out. It was more than a compromise Jimin deeserved at this point, but Namjoon was too nice sometimes.

Everyone around the table nodded in agreement, seeing that also as more than fair. 

Jimin wanted to protest but all he did was slump in his chair, mumbling a quiet ok. 

Namjoon nodded, still clearly stressed, but relieved they seemed to be on the same page. But they weren’t, Jimin was experiencing more emotions he had never felt before. 

Rage, he was seething to himself as the leader tried to direct the meeting into going over the plan for their upcoming assignment. 

Jimin could hardly pay attention, he was so furious. 

Anger was a very human emotion, one that always seemed so foreign to Jimin and really any angel. Anything that seemed like anger was normally an extremely dulled down version of what humans experience (much like any resemblance of emotions they feel). 

It would take an astronomical event to make a being of his nature as upset as humans would get at the tiniest of issues and yet the thought of his leader banning him from seeing you was all it took for suddenly this new fiery shade of the emotion to manifest. 

A word right on his chest burned with an intensity that Jimin struggled to keep it together during the meeting. 

Fury. 

It was horrible, the leader he respected so much being the target of such a nasty emotion. Jimin could hardly believe the images his mind conjured up in retaliation. 

His handle was in his pocket, how easily he could have charged at the leader, quickly turning the dials on his handle to form a knife to demand the leader to take it back. Even worse, he imagined using it as well, hoping to make the leader pay for even suggesting never seeing you again. 

Rage or any type of anger should never be experienced by someone who, in the name of such emotion, could destroy worlds or even the universe entirely. 

The fact this emotion even managed to manifest in his mind made Jimin seriously consider following through with Namjoon’s order. Maybe he was right, everything in his life did get worse the minute he started getting close to you. 

He should heed his leader’s warning. 

Somehow he managed to make it through the meeting, but he needed to make a promise with himself in order to study the details once again. He hardly was able to pay attention. 

Instead of going back through the way inside their home base of operations, they decided to walk through H.E.A.V.E.N. hoping the walk to the gateway would be enough to settle the tension that still lingered after the discussion earlier. 

On the way, Yoongi said he needed to stop by the MedBay, so the rest of the boys waited in the common area for him to come back. 

“Do you guys remember when we looked like that?” Namjoon asked as he looked over to the team of five practicing drills. It was a redundant question considering they all can remember everything that took place in their lives since the moment they awakened, but Namjoon’s question did make everyone in the group smile seeing the boys in front of them. 

They all knew them, deemed TXT on the leaderboards, the team of five were a group who awakened some time after their group did. They were a group who were often compared to their own in the means of potential. They were still relatively young, but despite that their stats were remarkable compared to those who awakened around a similar timeframe. 

Despite this new emotion still bouncing around in his head, the sight even made Jimin smile as he recounted his group doing the same when they were still up and coming. 

The more he looked though, the more he noticed something strange. 

As the group went through their drills, he noticed they were following the standard order of procedures exactly as Celine and Atara had instructed when they were still being trained. 

They seemed almost robotic as they wrapped up their drills. The other members trailed behind their leader, in a perfect straight line like they had been advised. It was strange seeing the methodical way that they put away their equipment, they followed every procedure they were advised. 

The members all saluted to their leader, perfect posture, heel toe, heel toe— they were perfect as they walked away from the training area. 

Those unfamiliar with their sector might just figure for the young team to be possibly trying to show off for their higher ups, but one glance around their sector and everyone acted that way. 

Everyone that walked past them followed their leader, mirroring their actions perfectly, anyone flying above them flew just like the leader guiding them through the halls.

Back when they were still training Celine and Atara always told them after Namjoon was assigned the role of guiding their team that the leader was the soul of their team. 

Their team used to be just like everyone else. A few eons ago Jimin would have never been able to escape Namjoon sending him to the MP1s, a few eons ago he never would have asked in the first place. 

So much has changed, it became more obvious the more he looked at how perfect everyone around him seemed. 

Soulless, just drones carrying out orders, that’s what they were meant to be. 

It was only recently that his team stopped following those procedures, they just seemed unnecessary. It was only recently that Namjoon stopped ordering the authority team leaders usually possess. 

It was strange. Jimin could remember everything yet the moment his team disregarded the procedures wasn’t coming to him. It almost seemed like they were always like this, people who would easily joke and saw each other as equal parts of the team. 

All faces that passed by remained expressionless, no smile, as they focused on making sure to follow their leader. 

Even those that talked as they went by had nothing else to discuss other than their duties. What else was there to talk about really? 

It seemed like just yesterday Jimin was probably the most pretentious angel around despite him not being a leader or a P2 angel, it was that fall from grace that made this whole situation seem so strange. 

Has their team really changed that much? Has he really changed that much? 

As much as he couldn’t remember being like this anymore, he knew his team followed these exact procedures up until recently but he couldn’t take off the rose colored glasses that told him otherwise. 

Nothing was wrong, they were fine, everyone was fine. 

Jimin looked over to his teammates and smiled. 

Completely, 100 percent fine. 

The procedures weren’t required anyway, they were just standard proceedings.

Yoongi came back soon after and they started flying over to the Drop room. 

On the way he paid attention to everyone going by, none of them weren’t following the proceedings. Were they really that strange? 

The concern started to become a little overwhelming, luckily they finally made it before it got too bad. 

The room was like all the others, immensely white with gold detailing along the walls and vines streaming everywhere. What made it the Drop room was because it had a giant hole in the floor with thousands of angels going in every second. 

“I trust you’ll listen to orders.” Namjoon said to Jimin as the group stared down at the warped view of Earth down below. 

Jimin wanted to tell him to fuck off— a thought he would have never pictured being being directed toward his leader— but instead Jimin simply nodded, hoping that would be enough to stop himself from spilling out an unruly amount of profanities… or doing something worse. 

“HB meeting at U##7:33– we’ll go over the details of the assignment once more and depart at U##23:33.” Everyone nodded at the leader's words. This is standard proceedings. 

And with that, they flew down through the portal after a very awkward goodbye. 

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

After Jimin arrived back by your side, this strange new emotion was not simmering in the way he hoped it would the minute he could get some space. If anything, seeing you cutely munching on that magic cake you finally managed to get right was just more fuel to the growing fire. 

The minute he detected strange activity in the plane and he was faced with a gross giant sin in front of him. He decided that this would be the way he was going to express himself. 

Purging sin would be a perfect form of catharsis. 

Jimin couldn’t stop the sinister grin on his face as the tall, lanky, abomination with arms that dragged behind began charging at him. 

The creature was mountains in height above him in this form, but Jimin loved the challenge. 

It was just more to play with. 

Jimin reached in his pocket and grabbed the handle, quickly turning the dials to have his angelic energy manipulated to form a sword. A classic choice, but he wanted to feel every slash he makes. A sword was perfect.

As Jimin quickly flew in to attack the creature Jimin couldn’t stop his mind from picturing the leader earlier and his orders to never meet you again. 

He hated to admit that he knew Namjoon was just looking out for him and the team, but didn’t he hear the story Jimin told him? How he explained the moment you looked into his eyes, how much that changed him. The plethora of emotions, wishes, and desires he’s never experienced before all because you actually came into his life.

And he was only meeting you in your dreams? Was that really so wrong? 

As much as Jimin wanted to believe what he was saying, what really was the true ignition of this flame was the fact Namjoon was right, painfully so.

Jimin’s changed so much in the short time since he fell into the middle of your living room. The scorched letters on his skin was enough proof of that. 

He wanted to be right though, he wanted to continue meeting you with no consequences. 

But that voice of his leader advising him on the right path just made him see red and it was all he thought above as he slashed the creature's legs, bringing it down with a horrifying shriek.

Jimin was easily able to immobilize the creature, and much like a tree in the forest, Jimin watched as its top half came crashing down from colossal heights onto the floor of the infinite white void. 

Jimin made quick work of going for its arms, dodging any attempts at knocking him to the ground. Its ginormous hands were first, but that was not enough for him, he speedily flew around the creatures, slashing and cutting until its lengthy arms were reduced to just numbs. 

Eventually Jimin flew so he was standing on the tiny torso of the creature. By now, black ooze had painted the white void and continued to pour out of its small appendages flailing around. Jimin was covered in it as well.

Some might be horrified at the sight, but each cut was exactly the remedy he needed in order to quell his anger toward his leader. 

Namjoon and the rest of the team were the closest people he had in his life and ever will, it was probably the closest he will ever get to experiencing love. 

It was nice knowing they cared and they were being more than generous in not taking him to the MP1s, he should be grateful. 

Jimin flew up high before quickly soaring back down and piecing his blade through its horrid flesh. Jimin attacked it from the inside, not at all caring about the ooze and marveled at the horrible way it screamed for him and how his blade incinerated everything around him. 

It was glorious. 

When Jimin was done, the creature was hardly alive, only deepened sighs and ragged breaths filled the void. He easily could have finished him off that way, but he was feeling a little extra today. 

Jimin got right in front of the creature's face and stared down at it with malice and disgust. 

Pathetic. 

Pathetic.

Its head was way too tiny for its long body, it was always so strange to see that this was the manifestation of temptation. 

Not in the mood to drag this out any longer, Jimin used his blade and with one swift, clean, cut across its neck the horrible noises finally stopped. 

A clean beheading. 

Jimin hurriedly stabbed his blade through the tiny head and that was enough for the creature– or rather, what remained of the creature– to disintegrate into ash, the purest form of what a creature like that could become. 

He knew he was right in this helping him. He felt better already seeing the black covered ooze painting the void, knowing this nasty emotion was able to aid him in purging this evil from ever touching you. 

Jimin smiled. 

Pathetic.

I know. 

That was not enough to stop you?

I’m sorry.

You’re not. 

But–

Nothing good will come from this.

I love her.

You don’t know what love is. 

…

I want her. 

Want is not enough. 

…

You disappoint me continuously. 

Jimin shook the voice out of his head, choosing to ignore his other half. He had to stay a little longer and make sure not other creatures would show up. He wanted to hurry and get back to you.

He wanted to be selfish.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

You were a little shocked later that night after crashing from eating all that cake earlier, to find yourself back in the beautiful meadow that you’ve found yourself in countless amounts of time this month. 

Immediately after realizing you were finally having that dream again you quickly looked around to see if you could find him. 

Jimin, where was he? 

Like he’s proven too many times, it seems as if he heard your thoughts and suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and you couldn’t stop yourself from immediately jumping into his arms. 

He caught you, he always does. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from bursting into tears the minute his hand came up to lightly stroke your hair, soothing you instantly at how hard it’s been not seeing him. 

It was so dumb, you had spent the last few days sulking over a man in your dreams suddenly disappearing after a particularly strange last meeting. 

He had been the reason for your sudden decision on baking that cake, hoping your sister’s recipe would be enough to soothe the ache your heart felt over an imaginary man. It was stupid, incredibly dumb, but having him here now made you realize how real your feelings for him were. 

This was horrible.

“Jimin…” You sobbed into his light blue sweater, your grip a little too tight, worried you might lose him again at any moment.   

“Did you really miss me that much?” He chuckled, but you noticed his strong grip on your waist.

You finally pulled away and looked up at your angel, and an angel indeed he was. He looked absolutely heavenly, his hair now a shade of blue matching his sweater, and his eyes now a dark blue akin to the waves of the ocean.

For some reason you could tell he seemed different. 

“Where did you go?!” You exclaimed. 

You had spent the last few days worrying that after the events of your last meeting was enough to drive him away entirely.

You worried if you might have been too bold, might have pushed him too much despite his concerns he voiced to you. 

You couldn’t be happier to see him standing in front of him once again. 

“I had a lot on my mind, but I’m here and I won’t leave you again.” The words made him smile but also guilt plagued his mind and body, the word on his thigh burning but he never faltered. 

You looked him over and that’s when you noticed he was wearing gray sweatpants and lacked his luxury brand shoes now. 

“Did you have a midlife crisis while you were gone?” You questioned and the accusation made Jimin think back to your first date (attempt). 

Jimin sighed. 

You can’t do this.

Shut up.

Jimin laughed lightly at your joke. “To be honest, I think this time I did.” 

You were just joking, but the admission made you switch to actually being concerned. “Was it because of our last date?” You asked, worried you might have actually messed with your angel.

“A little.” He was honest. “But I just needed to figure out some things personally. Our date made me realize we were at a crossroad.” 

“Crossroad?” 

“I had been trying my best to avoid it over our time seeing each other, I know you noticed it as well, but seeing you think I don’t care about you couldn’t be the furthest from the truth and I had to do something.” 

Your face warmed as you thought about it, his lips on yours and you noticed the way he smiled, getting a little shy at how vivid the picture was. 

“Yes, that exactly…” 

“Why did you want to avoid this?” You asked finally, curious where this was going. 

“I already told you, I’m not really built for this type of situation. To be honest ever since we met I’ve been a little confused on how to handle all these new emotions you’ve allowed me to experience. I tried to dance around facing them until I could decide where I wanted this relationship to go.” 

“Which is?” You couldn’t help trying to pry the information out of him. What did he decide?

“Either we never see each other again… or…” His gaze finally focused on your eyes and you thought you would end up feeling lost in those blue eyes.

Jimin wanted to tell you, tell you everything that has gone into making this decision. He’s going against everyone, all his higher ups, his team, H.E.A.V.E.N. itself just to see you and be with you, but as you looked up at him, for the first time in his life things just stood still. You were here in front of him and that’s truly all that matters. 

His fate was sealed, the decision was made. 

Instead of going on and on like he had prepared tonight about everything that has gone into making this decision, instead he just pulled you close and kissed you like he had been wanting to since you parted ways.

Your lips were so soft and he enjoyed feeling the peculiar way your heart sped up the minute you realized what he was doing. Everything about you was so sweet and soft and made the most complicated emotions do a dance inside him.

He loved this. 

Disgusting.

He loved it even more. 

Jimin never wanted to pull away, but eventually you did and his heart fluttered seeing how flustered you were.

“Well, what does that mean Jimin?” You asked breathlessly. 

“It means…” He leaned in close. “You’re mine.” 

Despite his attempt at trying to make you flustered, his words suddenly had images popping up in your mind about Jimin fucking you against the tree you both always sat under. 

The word on his wrist burned, the ache doing its best to remind him of his place. 

She wants you to touch her. What are you going to do about that?

It was like his other half was mocking him at the predicament. As much as he’s sacrificed continuing to be with you, that was still a boundary he would never be willing to cross. 

Is she going to like that?

At this moment he wanted to smash his head in with a rock. He didn’t want to think about that right now and he didn’t want to tell you either, at least not yet. What if you don’t want this anymore? 

You cleared your throat, trying to stop your wandering mind. It was enough to bring Jimin back from his own troubling thoughts. 

“Oh yeah, this wasn’t the only reason I met with you.” Jimin finally said. 

“Really?”

Jimin nodded.

“I wanted to tell you I will be leaving for a few days.” Jimin felt the way your heart sank at his words and he couldn’t help but laugh. You were so cute.

“You just said you won’t leave me alone anymore…” You pouted and Jimin hastily pulled you in a hug because how could one person be so cute.

“I have work to do…” He sighed, hating to separate so soon after such a big turning point for your relationship. 

“Is my angel looking over others?” You asked curiously and you didn’t notice the way Jimin got red at the nickname. 

It was what he was, it was like someone feeling all mushy over being called human. It was just in the way you said it, always with a possessive ‘my’ because he truly was yours.

“Nope, I’m yours and yours only. I have bad guys to take down.” He decided to tell you the truth, hoping that might interest you and immediately he could tell it did. 

“Really?” You asked shocked like everyone did when they found out. 

Jimin nodded.

“You’re gonna be ok, right?” That was a new one, usually most would rave in disbelief that such a soft soul could hurt anyone. 

Maybe if most knew Jimin didn’t really have one anymore, or if they saw the way he could mutilate creatures like the one he did just before seeing you they wouldn’t be so surprised.

“I will.” He smiled at you.

“Promise…” Your voice was soft and he could tell you were a little embarrassed at your own words. 

No one has ever worried for him. This was really new. 

“I promise I’ll see you again on Sunday~” And his nonexistent heart couldn’t feel fuller. 

“Sunday?” You giggled, finding the day all too fitting. 

“I know it seems cliche, but I promise it’s just a coincidence.” He laughed along with you.

“Well then… If you really need to leave for a few days, can I have something to remember you bye?” You asked, but he didn’t even need to be able to read your thoughts in order to know what you were implying. 

“Maybe that can be arranged…” He smiled before pulling you close once more.

He was really going to miss you.    

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PART TWO!!!!

Okay, so I’ve already posted Pt 1 of this fanfic I’m gonna keep posting it bc fuck it I’m enjoying myself.

I’m posting this all under the tag #​PJO- THE NEXT GENERATION: OLYMPIA JACKSON-CHASE CHRONICLES so if you need to find the rest, that’s where to look. Not sure how many chapters there will be, as I’m still figuring out the story, but it will probably be for as long as I’m having fun writing it.

Tagging my mutuals who might be interested/ppl who seemed to like pt 1 (I’m trying to get better at tagging ppl):

@green-tea217 @123letsgobestie @fadas-are-important @imasimpdealwithit @coraldeermoon

Summary: Kind of an OC/FanChild fic about my hcs for Percabeth’s kids. VERY Leo/Nico heavy bc they’re my two favourite characters, particularly Leo. If you missed Pt 1, pls read it, but we’ve just ended on the line “I think I have news about your brother,” so ooooh chills cliffhanger scary.

TWs: Swearing, lack of smut (she is a teenager)

Disclaimers: I was between SoN and MoA when I wrote this chapter, and I am currently on HoH, so if I’ve missed anything that gets revealed later, that’s why. Also I listened to the audiobooks, so if I spell a name wrong, that’s also why, either that or I’ve spelt something the British way.

Chapter 2:

Olympia never talked about her brother. That was one thing the kids at camp didn’t know about her family. She had been five years old when he had been taken, on that stormy autumn night. She didn’t remember much, just yelling from the other room and a sound like an eagle screeching. She remembered her mom running in and scooping her up in her arms. More sounds. Her dad screaming. A sword being drawn. A baby crying. A window smashing. Her parents calling his name. She was sobbing. Her mom was holding her dad as he wept on the floor, glass shattered at his feet. Her baby brother, Tyler, was not in his cot.

They started going out every night, searching for a sign he was alive. Leo, Nico, Tyson, Grover, Rachel, Frank, Hazel- all of them helped. Olympia had begged them to take her with them too, but she was still too young. Six months passed. Nothing. A year. Two years. She didn’t know when exactly, but eventually they gave up looking. They assumed he was gone forever.

Her parents had seemed different after that. Her mother buried herself in her job, working day and night at the architecture firm so she wouldn’t have to come home to the gaping hole in their family. Her dad had tried carrying on as normal, but he’d become a broken man. The legendary Percy Jackson failed to save his own son from a monster, now his son was dead.

That’s what they had told Olympia. That was the story. But she refused to believe it. She always thought that with enough training and fighting, she could find him and bring him home. And then, they’d tell the story of the brave demigod who rescued her brother, maybe, just maybe, she’d no longer have to live as just “the daughter of Percy Jackson”, but could become her own legend.

Of course, that was only part of it. First and foremost, she wanted her brother back.

“Do you really think he’s dead?” She’d asked Leo one night, when she was about eight, while her Mom was at work and her Dad was off doing something at camp (he was often brought in as a Special Guest Speaker because he lived close to camp and was cheap, not for any other reason).

“No. Tyler’s not dead,” He replied.

She looked up, “Really?”

He nodded. “Remember that story I told you about Festus the Dragon?”

Leo was the only person she liked to hear stories from. He told them in such a funny way, she didn’t care if it was made up or exaggerated.

“Everyone thought he was super dangerous, but you fixed him and made him better, and he sacrificed himself to save you,” she recited.

“Yup. I didn’t give up on him, even though they told me it was hopeless. I’d waited ‘til I’d looked him in the eyes myself to realise it was hopeless, and then I still tried anyway,” he looked at Olympia, “I believe your brother isn’t dead until we’ve tried every possible way of proving me wrong, and then some. Your parents believe it too, but they can’t risk giving up everything they have, i.e, you, on what is most likely a hopeless case. Besides, Nico said his vision of his soul had been clouded by something- if he was just dead, why hide it?”

“I’m gonna find him someday,” Olympia said, determined.

“And I’m gonna help,” He replied.

She looked at him now, sitting on her bunk in Cabin 3.

“Wha- What news? What do you mean?”

“It’s not… it’s nothing concrete… just a rumour about an 11-year-old boy with dark hair fighting monsters with power over water,” he looked up at her, his eyes solemn, “Camp has a network of automatons looking out for potential demigods, we get alerts like this all the time, but this was different, Oly- I think… I think it might be him.”

She was speechless. All this time, she’d been telling herself she’d find him, but she’d never actually had a lead before.

“Well then, what’re you waiting for, little man?” She said, sliding on her shoes and shoving clothes into her backpack, “Let’s go find him!”

“Oly, not so fast,” he warned, jumping down from the bunk, “this kid- the message said he was pretty hardcore, the way he attacked. If he’s been running from monsters since he was a baby… I can’t think what that’s done to him.”

He put a hand on her shoulder.

“What if… what if he doesn’t want to come home?”

Olympia looked at Leo. Despite his jovial presence and cheery manner, he was dark and twisted just like the rest of them. He knew a thing or two about running away, he’d spent most of his childhood running from schools and foster homes. She knew with a sinking feeling that he might be right. She shook her head.

“We can’t let “What if’s” stop us now, you taught me that,” she said, and shouldered her backpack.

“I guess you’re right,” Leo flashed her his trademark playful grin, “Let’s go.”

The kid was apparently in Nashville, and had caused quite a scene when he’d fought off two wild dogs in the middle of a busy high street by pouring a bucket of water over them. At least, that’s what the mortals were saying online. When Olympia saw the video they’d posted, she noticed how the boy had no bucket, the wild dogs were actually wolves, and when he attacked them they hadn’t just ran away like the internet said, but had completely disintegrated.

She stared at her phone. Demigods weren’t supposed to have cellular devices, especially at camp- they acted as a beacon for monsters to find them- but Leo had found a way to scramble the signal. It wasn’t flawless, and it became more and more risky the longer you used it, but it gave Olympia an hour or so of doom-scrolling on Tumblr every day.

She replayed the video again.

“He doesn’t look anything like I’d expected him to,” she concluded.

“I dunno… he has dark hair, like you. And water powers, like you. And grey eyes, like your mom, and I guess like you as well,” Leo studied her mismatched eyes, “And the way he fights… That’s Jackson blood in his veins if I ever saw it.”

“But he’s… he’s older.”

“Yes. That’s what happens when time passes. Did you expect him to still look 10 months old?”

Leo grinned, the way he always did when he was being sarcastic. Olympia poked him, playfully, and then turned back to the paused image on the screen.

“And he’s so… thin.”

Leo nodded in agreement, “Though, somehow I doubt he’ll be showing up on the front page of Cosmo any time soon.”

She looked at Leo. He tried to hide it with baggy clothes, but she knew that his scrawny look and vertically-challenged appearance weren’t all traits he’d been born with, that the long months spent on the run with little-to-no food had definitely played a factor. He was probably a lot healthier now, but those hard years had scarred him in ways she couldn’t imagine- and had left him looking permanently emaciated. She couldn’t bear the thought of that happening to her brother when she had grown up healthy and strong.

“Come on,” she said, putting away the phone, “Let’s get Nico, and leave.”

“A quest must be undertaken by three,” he recited.

“Yes, but also he can shadow-travel so we won’t have to pay for transport.”

“And that.”

Leo’d managed to intercept the demigod alert from his automaton, and direct all other alerts straight to him so that they could track where the kid was, and so Chiron- or, gods forbid, Olympia’s dad- didn’t see them. He was smart like that, but it only delayed the inevitable. Leo reckoned it was only a matter of time before the Camp Satyrs caught up to the boy. They had to act quickly.

Nico Di Angelo was never the easiest person to find. Luckily for them, he had a soft spot for Olympia, and always made sure she was able to call on him when she needed to. Whenever she wanted help with homework, or a ride to a dangerous incognito solo monster-fighting death quest, all she had to do was knock.

She pressed her body against the floor of Cabin 3, and rapped hard on the wooden floorboards.

“Uncle Nico!!” She called, “I know you’re down there!! We need your help.”

“Boo!” Came a voice from behind them.

Leo yelped, “Holy Hephaestus, Death Boy, don’t do that!”

Nico gave him a skeletal grin. Leo took a deep breath and patted his own hair, which was smoking.

Olympia stood up, and pulled him into a tight hug. She was taller than him now, but he looked good for an 102-year-old.

“My gods, you’ve grown,” he remarked, breathing in her warm smell. His skin was icy cold and pale.

“You’ve been spending too much time in the underworld,” she said, “get some sun in you, man.”

“Oh I think he is getting some Sun in him, if you know what I mean,” Leo winked and turned to Nico, “Hey, Nico, how’s Will?”

Nico ignored the question, “Whatever it is you want me to do, I hope I don’t have to put up with hotshot over here the whole time.” He jabbed a thumb in Leo’s direction.

“Hey!” Leo cried, offended.

Olympia rolled her eyes.

“I need you to take us to Nashville,” she said, “Leo thinks my brother might be there.”

An anguished expression played across Nico’s face.

“T-Tyler?” He asked, “You really think-“

“Yes. We do,” Leo said, confidently. They proceeded to fill him in on everything, even showing him the video on Olympia’s phone.

Nico’s face hardened.

“Right then. I will absolutely do anything I can to help. Nashville, you say? Peace of cake.”

He cracked his knuckles and rolled his head, like he was warming up for something. He then held out both hands, expecting them to take them. Olympia obliged.

“Do I have to?” Leo moaned.

“Don’t worry, Fire Guy, this won’t get gay,” Nico assured him.

“It’s not that,” Leo replied, “Your hands are just weird and cold. And small.”

“You’re one to talk,” he retorted, “I’d much rather just take Olympia, so if you want to be left behind, I’m sure-“

“Fine,” Leo groaned, and took Nico’s hand.

And then the world caved in.

[ahmedmootaz]

got reminded from the last post that the three ghosts of Ayin's Christmas past, present and future exist so it got me wondering about what happens to them in A.I.M

do they just disappear since Ayin is a kid or do they pop up as lil kids or maybe lil baby ghosties? does X and Ayin keep them as ghost siblings?

do the moms just think the two of them have imaginary friends? or maybe think the two of them are possesed by a ghost abnormality like the Wonderlab drowned twins and need an exorcism? do the moms ever get visited by THE MOTHER OF MONSTERS (Carmen) and get childrearing lessons on how to be moms?

sorry for the many questions

Dear Anonymous,

Good question! It'd definitely add a new dynamic of sorts to young!Ayin's interactions with everyone else, especially if we consider that the De-Ager doesn't erase memories; it merely makes then inaccessible to the younger, childish selves of those de-aged. This makes me think that there are two ways I could take such a concept:

The first way is that we could simply say the A3 don't exist in Ayin's mind as a child; he's innocent, he's pure, and he hasn't seen what his older self will see that scars him for life. In that case, the simple answer would be that the influence comes out in bouts of depression where he wants to be away from everyone except for his mama (Angela), bouts of dismissive neutrality where he loses motivation from time to time without encouragement from his 'mother' and 'siblings', and even bouts of anger and kid-sized violence when he feels he's been particularly scuffed.

The second way is that the A3 still exist in his mind, but they're freaking out and running in circles as they try to realise what's occurring around them. They try contacting young!Ayin in his sleep, but he doesn't recognise them and in fact fears them a little. I think it'd definitely worry the motherly trio as they'd suspect foul play and Abnoramlities being the cause, with Angela keeping young Yinnie close by to make sure these dreams weren't harming him. I think Ayin would recognise they're trying to help him to some degree, and maybe he'd think he's special and thus withhold his dreams with the A3 from the trio of mothers to not worry them, only entrusting X with the dreams he has.

Maybe it's even the A3 who sense Carmen's presence being close, thus averting a Distorted disaster once Yinnie tells the motherly trio about it. I'm not sure Carmen would be too interested in giving child-rearing lessons when she'd be more interested in snatching him because she would definitely adore how cute a younger version of Ayin would be to her, and how malleable he could be and obedient he would be for her purposes. While Carmen would observe the de-aged Librarians with interested, I'm not sure she'd do it benevolently, all things considered...

Ah, but this was a truly fun ask! Thank you so much, Anon! I've had a ton of fun with this ask! Until next time, be well, take care, and see ya'!

[blazingdarkness]

Blazer's Glowfic Stats

✧It's my fourth glowbirthday!✧ And what better way to celebrate could there be than making a giant spreadsheet based off the output records?

(I think I started this sheet around my first anniversary, but it was unwieldy and desperately needed an overhaul and some updating. Now each year has its own sheet instead of all being in one that was a monster to scroll through! Huzzah!)

I'm mostly doing this out of vanity and not because I particularly expect it to be interesting to anyone else. Also data entry is fun.

(You can really tell where I started writing with Alicorn, can't you!)

Let's start with the basics: in my four years as a glowfic author, I've written a total of 280,184 words. I have 48 threads (three of which are marked complete), 26 proper templates (not including Zinglets, Zettings, or the one-off cats), and 153 character accounts. I have 103 galleries with a total of 2,300 icons (what a nice round number! I didn't even rig it it just came out that way I swear).

My template with the most instances is Alphabet Soup with 16, though Jida (15) and Starchild (14) are close behind. (There are 22 untemplated cat accounts but those of course don't count.)

My longest thread so far is of course your stare was holdin', which as of today is 128,638 words long, with 79,154 of those being written by me.

Here's a little baby table of my high scores (or, the most I'd ever written in a single day, midnight to midnight, at each time).

Out of the past 1,461 days, I've written at least a little on 828 of them, which is 56.7%! On 51 of those days (3.5% of the total; 6.2% of days I wrote at all), I wrote at least a thousand words.

There's no calendar month which I didn't write on at least one day of, though I've gone for longer than one at a stretch without tagging: 37 days across July and August of 2019. Conversely, my longest streak of consecutive tagging was 64 days, from September to November of 2021. Here's another tinysheet of my streak high scores:

By the calendar, there's only one month I've tagged on every day of, which is of course October 2021.

Here are each of the charts, day by day and per year:

(You can REALLY tell where I started writing with Alicorn, can't you!!)

(Love the one dot from the day of the moon shadeling princess thread wrecking the scale. Good times <3)

And here we are! This is lacking today's wordcount, even though technically I have another two hours or so before the anniversary of my first tag. It's just easier to count in years going forward if I only do it day-by-day, and anyways most of my count today was sonnets, so it doesn't make much difference. :Þ Speaking of years of going forward and writing glowfic, here's hoping for many more of those! It's been a fun and creatively fulfilling four.

And to wrap things up, here's the total over time with month-sized units. Pretty close to 300k! Not a lot when I compare it to nanos or whatever but I'm proud of it. Thanks for reading <3

[treethymes]

thinking about some of the worst movies ive ever seen. i should probably complain more on letterboxd now that i have one but im afraid to be too confrontational... anyways not good to keep it all pent up so i will rant a little about some movies i remember not liking very much.

a silent voice: thought the way the deaf character was treated narratively was absolutely atrocious. vapid story. hated this movie.

your name: absolutely empty and shallow. maybe good if you are a child who likes the idea of love at first sight or something.

the batman: obviously awful politically, as one should expect from a batman movie but it still upset me. and also i simply did not enjoy anything else about this. did not find it fun or stylish or clever at all. one star for rob pattinson mascara running scene.

everything everywhere all at once: at least thought this was a little more fun than the others on this list, but did not really like it... it was too "baby's first existential crisis" for me... i found nothing about it particularly interesting (like anything it tries to say about life, love, asianness, homophobia, etc.). also hated the comment the mom makes at the end about the girl's hair or something? which is presented as endearing but just reminded me of my own mom and the things she says and how i don't find those kinds of comments endearing at all and ruined any sense of "character progression" the cllimax tried to shoehorn into me.

el conde: i mean, i guess i can't say i disagree with fascism being presented as "bad"? it must feel easy to avoid saying something wrong when you are hardly saying anything at all. but making such a twee and toothless story about such dispicable (real life!) people ends up feeling so offensive to me. vapid dreck.

corsage and hold me tight: idk if i have anything against vicky krieps (in fact she's probably the best thing about both movies) but neither of these totally worked for me. like what am i supposed to feel at the end of corsage when the monarch "frees" herself by forcing a subordinant into her former role? hold me tight starts off looking like it's about a mother who abandons her family, which might be interesting, but then quickly turns around and says, "uh that was a lie. of course i am not a monster who hates her family, i am a regular grieving good woman."

[tolkien-feels]

tw// cannibalism

Hello random debate me and my friends are having and was wondering if perhaps you would give an opinion: is Gollum a cannibal?

Because he eats goblins, right, but are they close enough to hobbits to be consideeed cannibalism? Second thing of note is of course his threat to eat Bilbo, implying that he would eat Hobbits (making him an aspiring cannibal) or he has eaten a Hobbit before and is therefore definitely a cannibal

I think so, yes.

Gandalf says, speaking of Gollum in FotR:

The Woodmen said that there was some new terror abroad, a ghost that drank blood. It climbed trees to find nests; it crept into holes to find the young; it slipped through windows to find cradles.

Of course, that's Gandalf reporting a rumor, so not exactly ironclad evidence, but it tracks with how we know Gollum behaves, so I tend to believe it.

Now, these are men's cradles, not hobbits's, but Tolkien says hobbits are closer kin to men than elves or dwarves, so I think it would count as cannibalism, or at least something very close to it. At any rate, I don't think, if Gollum is eating babies and looking forward to eating Bilbo, that he would particularly worry about eating hobbits in general - I think that he doesn't is a simple matter of opportunity. Places where hobbits live tend to have plenty of food and animals, so even if Gollum went to those regions, he'd probably have easier prey than hobbits. But would he have eaten Bilbo if he'd managed to kill him? I have no doubt that he would have, yeah.

I'll also say, though you didn't ask, that "monster that threatens to eat the hero" is a bedtime story staple, and Gollum is a bedtime story monster when Tolkien first writes him. But then when he writes LotR and doubles down on Gollum eating human flesh in a book for adults, suddenly that sounds so much more gruesome and creepy. I've always found that fascinating. I react to Gollum threatening to eat my beloved Bilbo in an "Oh, a fun, nerve-wrecking adventure!" way but I am genuinely creeped out and alarmed by him allegedly eating babies I don't even know. I find that a pretty interesting thing about me as a reader.

[calronhunt]

a few assorted questions from my pockets:

I'm curious how Luna and Roman met, and if it was before/after Roman became a werewolf or joined a pack? idk why I'm interested in them heh

also this question came to me when I noticed that Kiera wants top surgery, but does werewolf status connect to his or the other werewolves in their pack's gender at all? like I'd definitely say that being able to turn into a werewolf would be very gender to me, particularly when I have human features that don't align with my identity. idk it seems like a fun question for a very queer pack

Roman and Luna met after Roman became a werewolf and was a part of Kiera's (though it was currently being led by Chris at the time) pack! Im actually working on scripting a silly mini comic about the whole thing cause its kinda a comedy of errors. Luna and Kiera were dating, Luna broke it off with Kiera, and then Luna, who was unaware that Roman was in Kiera's pack, started seeing Roman because Roman, who had just recently joined the pack, was unaware of Kiera's previous romantice engagement with Luna. They specifically met when Roman was exploring the Shadow Market by himself. Luna offered to give him a hand and she obliged.

As for werewolves and their gender status, I don't think for a lot of them its like that. The most Werewolfism affects Kiera in his gender is the fact that it made him hairer even before he started T. He doesn't like his chest, no, but he's content with binders until they're able to pay for him to get his tits chopped off (i think in universe, Kiera let Chris use the money to get Roman Top surgery first since he's a binary trans guy and had way worse dysphora than Kiera)

AS FOR ROMAN, he turned for the first like right after he came out to his parents and they didn't accept him. Chris and Kiera subdued him in his wolf form (Kiera trying to clamp Roman's mouth with his own teeth is how Roman got those two scars on his face) and Chris took him in. For a while, probably a little bit still, he viewed him transforming into something monsterous as proof that his parents were right, that he is a freak and a monster and he ruined their baby girl.

So yeah sorry, not much positive trans connection to their wolf forms here

[zmediaoutlet]

happy wincest wednesday liz!! as a huge full house of wincest fan, i have to wonder about your samdean headcanons in some of those fics. do you think samdean is inevitable, or at least possible, in every version?

happy happy wincest wednesday!! I'm so glad you like the full house thing. (It genuinely gives me a jolt of pride whenever I see anyone else using the term ☺ -- like, aww, there's my horizontal-and-vertical-incest baby, all grown up and--and saving China!)

Anyway -- I am a wincest tragic, so... I really can't conceive of any canon-based universe where Sam and Dean don't end up together, whether in actual-canon gencest, 'weirdcest' as I hear the kids are calling it these days, or actually full-blown brojobs and buttstuff. I mean, that's kind of the whole point of the show, or the show that I watch at least which is The Story of Sam and Dean Winchester. They start off apart, and tangle closer together, first because of destiny and then because of choice. That's always, always going to happen in a canon universe.

The Full House of Wincest is always intended to be as canon-based as possible, given constraints. As much as possible, I try to keep John's characterization more or less consistent with what we see, even given this awful thing he's doing (which can shade more or less awful, but I really try not to write him as a monster bc a) I find that boring, but also b) John Winchester in canon isn't actually a monster, because he's more complicated than that -- let's stick with it being complicated as much as possible). Even if it starts when Dean's really young and even if it's straight-up grooming and even if some bad shit goes down -- well, John started Dean on this crazy hunting life too young and groomed him to be a soldier and bad shit did go down, so sex is just... one more thing. (One thing about that: sometimes the scenarios as presented in a FHoW are actually a whole lot kinder than some of the same moments in canon. At least like this Dean's getting some kind of affection and attention, you know? [Ouch!])

So, if you pair those two paragraphs: yeah, I don't see a single FHoW scenario where Sam and Dean don't end up together. If by smooshing them together as samdean you mean strictly actual-sex incest and not just the emotional incest of canon -- I think there's still a really strong chance that actual-incest happens, even if maybe they don't end up continuing to have sex long-term. One thing about it is that for Dean, a permission structure in his head has already been formed: because John already opened that door, Dean knows it is possible to have sex with a nuclear family member and that that's not... necessarily a bad thing (regardless of extenuating circumstances and consequence). Whether he's able to do that with (or to) Sam is something he has to decide later. If it's a universe where Sam knows (or finds out), I feel like that'd become a bigger obstacle, given Sam's canonically rebellious feelings about John: this is yet another way John has ruined Dean/their family, and he can't be like John, can he? (Oh, honey. The places you'll go.)

The most interesting thing about John/Dean for me (and indeed any external Dean ship -- Benny, Deacon, Gordon, etc) is how it becomes part of Dean's character -> how that reflects on the actual story of the show -> how it becomes part of Sam/Dean. Like, Dean/Benny is fine and fun on its own, but the real magic is how it's part and parcel of the story of mistrust and fear and cheating and longing that's the story of s8. John's the same way -- I don't particularly care about John as a person in himself (though he's fine and interesting); what matters to me about him is the effect he has on his children, and in a John/Dean situation that's turned up to 11. So years later, when Sam finally touches Dean's jaw in a particular way, how does that history inform the way that Dean responds? It's just... the best. What a goddamn show that lets us play with all of that in a way that still, somehow, amazingly, makes the characters actually feel like they're in-character, like it could've just happened in a deleted scene.

[moonie-presence]

canvas, wardrobe, & alternate for the oc ask game ?? any character(s) of your choice!! :3

omg hi!!! Ty

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Du Vide, unless im misremembering, is my only oc with tattoos. They span his entire body, neck to toes, and he did them himself, sewing needle stick n' poke style. I doubt he'd have trusted any one else to ink them.

Since du vide is an upcoming ttrpg character and my fellow players follow me i wont go into detail regarding why he has them by he definitely has them for a reason, relating to his work in experimental machinery/technology. Any good mad scientist tests things on themselves first, obviously.

As for covered up or not, he doesn't make any real effort either way, due to the size of the tattoos. he's usually pretty covered, but he doesn't care if they get seen, theyre not secret. as for why they don't show up in the art usually is because i hate drawing them. weeps

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Courtland is a notable character wardrobe-wise because i designed him to be so unredrawable due to my madness

pictured: madness

Courtland's wardrobe is relatively large but most of his clothes look the same. The clothes he's wearing up there are his work uniform, so it's what he's usually wearing day to day with a few changes.

however he does have other clothes in line with what you'd expect from an aristocrat, like day clothes, outing clothes, outrageous party clothes, etc. Courtland's got *very* extravagant party clothes. he doesn't get the opportunity to wear them often and isn't very fond of them anyway.

as for when his clothes get fucked up, he's very good at repair. sewing and the like is one of his favorite hobbies!

here's him under all that fabric;

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

when it comes to AUs, the one i end up landing on a lot for the earthshakers is the classic "what if it all never happened"/"what if they lived"

theres exactly one post on here (or the art blog i dont remember) explaining what the deal is with purgatory so heres a quick rundown: In the spaces between realities exists a vast, wild, metaphysical plane referred to occasionally as purgatory, which is a roiling melting pot that chews people up and spits them out as fantastic monsters. getting there is extremely difficult, but the hands down easiest way is to die, and fall through a weakness or crack in your reality when transitioning from life to afterlife.

Since the creatures in purgatory are always changing to suit their needs and there is no true ceiling for what can happen to you, occasionally a particularly strong-willed individual will grab unmatched, omnipotent power and become something called an earthshaker, the highest most feared echelon of purgatorian life. not gods, but damn well close. The earthshakers i've designed are Wellium (aka Lux, or the White Light), Videns, and Seleen.

(psa: this is a creative project? headworld? thing? ive been working on for literally upwards of 6-7 years now. I consider it my special interest, but its kind of nebulous and wordy and i get Too Excited about it so i end up rotating it around in my head a lot instead of talking about it)

Each of the three come from wildly different places/settings, and each has a grisly death, leading to their conquering of the endless voidplane. It's a fun thought to think about, about where they'd be if they just never died at all.

Wellium was once a soldier, a test tube baby/experimental weapon used in an intergalatic war. Eventually after a life of training to kill the unfamiliar, her life was considered inconsequential enough to be selected to guide and activate an experimental bomb to attempt to wipe out their enemy. Videns was a child born with select supernatural powers, and out of fear and superstition was drowned in a river by a mob of villagers after a life of living on the run. Seleen, a magician, was born with too much magic, and died when her body couldn't handle the strain anymore.

like. Videns could have found a place where she couldve flourished and been accepted. Seleen couldve pursued other paths in life instead of obsessing over her own impeding death and the use of the very thing that doomed her. Wellium couldve gone home.

their deaths are tragic, but theyre what set them on the path to kinghood and make them the creatures they are now. however, due to the way their universes work, there are realities where they did live, and lived full lives. got the chances to become people. its fun to think about!

what is and what was.

again ty soooo much for the ask! sorry that this post is dashboard destroying lol