#A-BB 002

[ishikaxmehra]

closed for @fairplcy (for luana)

The manila folder in Ishika's hands was worn at the edges, the kind of wear that came from rereading the same documents too many times in too short a span. She wasn’t nervous—she didn’t do nervous—but there was something about estate matters that felt heavier than most. Maybe it was the permanence. The finality. Or maybe it was just the way this town had a habit of twisting the simple into something far more complicated.

Her fingers brushed lightly against the folder’s surface as she stepped into the office with her usual poise, a soft click of heels announcing her arrival before she paused just inside the doorway. The stiffness in her movements reminded her how much her body still felt the echoes of the hospital—the ache of recovery, the sterile silence of those walls that made time both crawl and race. It was strange to feel so vulnerable now, when she was usually the one holding all the pieces together.

“Luana.” Her voice was steady, smooth, but not without weight. “Thank you for seeing me on short notice.” She took a few measured steps forward before setting the folder on the edge of the desk, not sitting just yet. “I have a feeling this might be a straightforward matter. But then again, it is Devil’s Junction so I could be oversimplifying it.” Only then did she let the faintest hint of a smile surface—dry, knowing, but not unkind. “I’m hoping you can help me make sense of something that’s either extremely simple… or about to become very messy.”

[acevedohadid]

closed starter for @kashvisaxena

location: read it n' weep

Honestly, the job was easy, the pay was great and Rio had no complaints about the arrangements. He would add to the list of good things about his job, having a pretty attractive boss that came to the store a few times a week. He'd been stacking and rearranging a new order of books that had arrived earlier that week when said boss walked into the bookstore and he waved at her. "What's up, boss? Got bored at your other businesses and decided to come see me for something less dull?"

[gigiferrari]

closed for @biancavargcs

location: fire & ice gala

To be fair, Gigi had stayed clear of Bianca's path all night. Theirs was a friendship that very few understood, including Gigi himself, really. He hadn't even made an effort to say hello and introduce his date to her because he figured it would satisfy her not to have to deal with him. Apparently, he was wrong for thinking that. He'd felt her glaring at him several times throughout the evening, so he'd caved in and sent her a text. This had led to multiple other text exchanges, his date almost forgotten despite being right next to him. "You know, most people tell other people what they did to make them glare at them all night." His last text had yet to be answered, so the man looked up right on time to see Bianca walking towards him. And his date. Taking a deep breath at just the sight of her, Gigi did his best to hide the smile threatening to show up on his face.

[waiting-on-a-dream]

My Milgram ocs as kids!

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Ichiro:

Always staring at things with his big innocent eyes.

Overshares when he gets attached to someone new but doesn't miss them much when they stop hanging out with him.

A bit sensitive and quick to anger, but calm downs easily with the right tactics. (Give him Keiko)

Tends to hide behind his mom when adults try and talk to him.

Had a habit of doodling on the walls of his house until his mom scolded him for it. He learned to stick to paper.

Akane:

Her classmates say she always looks constipated due to her frowning all the time.

Falls asleep in class often. Her grade average is barely a D.

Has lots of cooking related injuries from making meals.

Helps out at a restaurant near her house for some pocket money. The owners like her hardworking spirit, and will often let her bring back some good leftovers for dinner.

She likes to buy cheap toys that catch her interest and hide them under her bed or in her closet so her dad can't find them and play with them in the middle of the night.

Daisuke:

Cries every time he spills any food or drink on his soft toys.

Often uses his cute face to make people dote on him. He likes receiving free things most of all.

Helps out with setting up the dining table so he can eat earlier. His mother appreciates it, despite his self-centered motive.

Obsessed with paper money (up until he turned 10). Will play all sorts of games with it. And lose a bunch of bills.

Has to watch every single episode of his favourite cartoons or he'll be grumpy for the rest of the day. But if he doesn't take a nap in the afternoon, he'll be sleepy during dinnertime.

Suzume:

So quiet in school, most of her peers think she's mute.

Excels in art class as she likes the projects. She has a good relationship with her art teacher, who encourages her a lot.

Will make friendship bracelets for anyone whom she's comfortable with. Anyone else who wants them either has to pay up or give something in return.

Likes to have pretend tea parties with her sister. Real ones are fun too! But she can't have cookies too often.

Loves watching romance movies. Her father hates them, but will watch them with her to have some quality time together.

Haku:

His mom would play classical music when she was pregnant with him. Maybe that's why he has such a passion for it now?

Has a few toy instruments that he won't stop playing. He loves the sounds they make. He's driving his parents up a wall.

He started playing the piano when he was five years old.

Has a bit of separation anxiety. He doesn't like being away from family, especially his brother. His brother was assigned to a different class for kindergarten, and he cried the first day.

Has a special hatred for car seats. The hardest step of taking him anywhere by car is fastening the seat belts of his car seat.

Yui:

Thinks butterflies are really pretty but gets scared whenever one comes near her because she doesn't like insects.

Has butterfly stickers and glow-in-dark-stars all over her room.

Forced her older brother to learn how to tie pigtails. He did it for her almost everyday until she became a teenager.

Tried attending her older brother's robotics classes for a month until she got bored and decided to quit.

Enjoys bandaging her brothers' wounds whenever they get hurt. She likes being able to help. They don't thank her often though.

Rin:

Doesn't mind wearing his sisters' hand-me-downs. He'll also demand for more hairclips whenever they get their own.

Gets along well with his sisters as he'll play whatever they're playing. They adore him to bits. His parents have to step in sometimes to make sure they don't spoil him too much.

Likes being wheeled around in his wheelchair, but doesn't like not being able to decide where he's going for himself.

Once ate so much candy after a successful Halloween trick-or-treating, his tongue hurt from all the sugar.

Gets excited whenever he sees a plushie bigger than him. His parents are yet to buy him something like that though.

Noa:

The best at scooping up fish for those festival games. She can scoop up at least two with every try.

The type of toddler that would play "twinkle twinkle little star" 100 times a day. The song still haunts her parents.

Likes to play nurse with her soft toys, feeding them imaginary medicine and wrapping them up with cloth for bandages.

Will play games with her brothers to spend time with them. But she gets tired after a while because they're very competitive.

Insists on visiting a water park every time for her family's annual outing. Her brothers agreed with her the first few times, but now argue with her suggestions, wanting to go somewhere else.

Kiyoshi:

Very well-behaved, would do just about anything his parents ask him to do. However, he's a messy eater.

Has a puppy that he named "Hiro". He plays catch with him every after after school, sometimes forgetting to shower beforehand.

Very competitive at soccer when playing against his friends, but he won't get upset if he loses. Only if he makes stupid mistakes.

Used to being doted upon by everyone in his community. He's being trained for public speaking every time he tells stories to a mini crowd of uncles and aunties.

Makes friends easily but has trouble recognizing the ones that aren't good for him. (His parents have sat him down to talk to him about not being friends with a boy who stole his money anymore.)

Mayumi:

Always had a fascination for biology.

Would stay up late reading books next to her nightlamp behind her mother's back until she needed glasses because of it.

Learned to cook by watching her mother do it until she was old enough to reach the stove.

Often asked to taste test the dishes cooked by her neighbor sometime before a date with his girlfriend. She makes sure to tell him when the food isn't good so he won't embarrass himself.

Reads in her free time every weekend. Every Monday, she'll come to school with a new book. Her classmates can't help but be impressed with how quickly she can go through them.

[combatmelodies]

038. What bad habits do they have?

BAD HABITS (from here)

Retail therapy with gold she doesn't have

She would impulsively buy a new pretty corset because she absolutely "needed it" for her next performance even if it meant eating stale bread for a week. She rationalizes it as "an investment to her brand". She mismanages her funds often. Aesthetics over wellbeing, that sort of thing.

Running that gods damned mouth

Callaia will say the quiet part out loud. She doesn't want to stir shit (jk), its just that her filter was lost somewhere. probably in the last town over. Will address the elephant in the room just to see what happens.

Avoidance

She is the type to skip town to avoid facing a serious conversation. She get's really uncomfortable if a conversation has space to share anything raw and personal. She'd make a quick joke, quote a lyric she heard at some tavern to deflect. Even with those she trusts.

Getting attached to the emotionally unavailable

Will sing about 'I can fix 'em'. She will see someone with a tragic ass backstory and will point at them from across the bar and goes "You're my muse now!". She knows it will end in heartbreak, and it always does.

Drinks to cope

To also celebrate, and just because! She's not a casual sipper and does not know her own limits. Or she does, but doesn't really care. She's the first to announce 'cheers!' in the room, and the last to leave the tavern.

[maxmoffs]

❛  wanda, what are you afraid of?  ❜

steady now , ( don’t let her see your fear ) heart suddenly beating a little bit faster than it had already been , a glitch in this reality triggers as her thought awakens does she know ? ( no . westview can’t break! not yet. just . . . not yet. ) to end up alone . she smiles , “ i’m not sure what you mean by that . . . have everything i need right here , there’s nothing that I fear . ”

@tempusde / : inbox prompts .

[keepmovinjunior]

for @saheira , * continued from here.

Welcome here anytime? Wow. Meg does her best to retain a neutral composure, but these are extremely welcoming words from the Princess. Especially for a vagabond like her.

A soft, tiny smirk upon her painted lips carries (hopefully) an air of relaxation. This had been... surprisingly not difficult.

When ol' hothead, Hades, had expressed his desire to have her infiltrate Agrabah next, and " scoop out some intel on the famed lamp there, eh? Could come in handy, " Meg had hardly pictured herself within the Sultan's palace ━━ at least, not so quickly. Certainly also not so close to the top of it. She'd been fully prepared to work her way in and up, using some sort of ploy... some scheme (slipping into a banquet under the guise of being a servant, perhaps), or even befriending an associate of the palace. A guard, an advisor... anyone, really... likely a man, too, for men were far easier, most of the time, for her to work with. Men were predictable, and held one fatal flaw: they often underestimated a woman.

The Sultan's daughter, named Jasmine, had had other plans. Megara can tell Jasmine often has other plans, and she will be hard won to give them up, too. Throughout the day's events she had quickly found herself at Jasmine's side, encountering her at the marketplace; frankly without much, or any amount, of a fight. Thanks to Princess Jasmine, Meg has found herself within the Palace walls, next to the royal family themselves.

Reflecting for a moment in the entryway of the Princess's quarters, Meg does a complete once-over of Jasmine with only her eyes. Truthfully, she's a stunning jewel of a woman, with a fire to match as she moves about her quarters like an ethereal ember (and it is a beautiful room). Meg can sense her own ease of entry is thanks to one simple fact: Jasmine is often the only ember in this entire place. She's lonely. The Princess has an air of that all too familiar need... an astute woman, beyond her years, in need of company, of wits to match her own... of stimulating conversation. A desire never abated, at least not by anyone around her... a need for freedom. Feeling momentarily sad, Meg lingers in her thoughts....

until the tiger appears.

❝ He does bite, but only if he needs to. Or if I command it. ❞ Oof. Meg meets Rajah's piercing eyes with her own; she blinks to show non aggression, feeling uneasy. Animals often saw right through her and straight to the Underworld... and, depending on how big they were, this could pose a problem for sure. Easy there, tiger; I won't hurt ya or your Princess. As Jasmine finishes her statement about giving him space for the love of Allah, Meg recovers, and smiles.

❝ Don't have to tell me twice, sister~ no approachin' the big deadly cat without his sayin' so. Got it. ❞ Meg salutes Rajah with a sharp hand, playfully. ❝ Hey, Raj. Scout's honor I'll stay over here. ❞

[demirxaslan]

Demir stood there for a beat longer than he meant to, watching her and the twins disappear slowly into the soft spill of streetlights. Her words sat with him—light on the surface, but they landed deep. He looked down at the card she’d handed him, fingers brushing the handwritten number on the back. It felt more like a promise than an invitation. He caught up with her before she could turn the next corner, falling into step beside the squeaky stroller like it was second nature now. “You’re offering tea, and juice boxes? How’s a guy supposed to resist that level of hospitality?” he teased, flashing her a crooked grin. “Tell Jack I come in peace. But if he calls me a donkey or something, I will learn Russian just to argue back.” There was a pause before he added, more casually than he felt, “Also… you might be seeing more of me at Grudge Box. Cedric’s bringing me on to help run things. Day-to-day ops, scheduling, keeping people from killing each other in the locker room—you know, the usual circus.” He glanced over at her. “So I guess we’re coworkers now. Which means I’ll be around. More than just the odd grocery run.”

The idea of showing up like that—for something that didn’t involve grease under his nails or engines in pieces—was strange. Good, but strange. But with Sasha, it felt natural. Comfortable in a way most things never did. He wasn’t used to that kind of ease. “And hey,” he said, his voice softer now, laced with something more sincere. “I meant what I said earlier. You remind me of family. Little sister I never knew I needed—tough as hell, terrifying when provoked, full of chaos and heart.” He nudged her gently with his elbow. “So yeah, I’ll call. You’re stuck with me now. That’s how family works.” As they walked a few more steps in easy silence, Demir glanced down at the twins—Yelena out cold, Ilya still gnawing like he was in negotiations with the cereal box. A quiet smile crept over Demir’s face. He didn’t say anything else as they neared her particular building—just lifted a hand in farewell, a small wave that meant more than it looked. And with that, he disappeared into the night—lighter than when he arrived.

FIN.

⸻ Sasha was no stranger to violence—had grown up surrounded by it, shaped by it. The rot, the ugliness, the brutality of the world had found her early, long before it should’ve. But it all hid behind the angelic face she carried like armor—delicate features that fooled people into thinking she was untouched by hardship. Who would guess? That disconnect was part of why, sometimes, she didn’t know how to react. Why guilt crept in when she struggled to express emotions the way others did. Normal, whatever that meant, always felt just out of reach. Still, whatever she felt toward Demir—those good, inexplicable things blooming quietly beneath the surface—wasn’t something she wanted to run from. Not anymore. She hadn’t figured it out yet, not exactly, but it felt familiar. Like déjà vu in the bones. Like maybe, just maybe, she’d known him in another life. Or was supposed to, anyway.

❛ Do not underestimate the power of weaponized cereal boxes and parrot insults. ❜ She said, voice laced with soft amusement. Her gaze met his—steady and unflinching, stormy grey-blue eyes catching just enough of the streetlight to gleam. Her dimples showed faintly as she smiled, a rare and open thing. ❛ Call me. ❜ She added, tone more casual now but no less sincere. ❛ If you’re ever free from work. If your girl lets you out to spend some quality time with us. ❜ She handed him a small card—professional, but handwritten on the back was her personal number. A quiet invitation, unspoken hopes folded into ink. Her mention of his girl wasn’t biting, just lightly teasing. She referred to his lovely Esra ( his car ) . ❛ I’ll be busy this weekend. ❜ She went on, walking alongside him again as she adjusted the stroller’s handle. ❛ Match night. I’m the ring girl at Grudge Box. Also moonlighting as a casino hostess.❜ A pause. Then, with a small, crooked grin: ❛ And if you ever need a doctor… I am one. Questionably licensed. But I have references. ❜ She was joking, sort of—but not about helping. She helped whenever and however she could, with or without the validation of paperwork. Although she is, in fact, a real doctor, just on maternity leave. Her gaze shifted toward the stroller, her eyes softening at the sight of her twins dozing peacefully, lulled by motion and evening air. Her voice dropped a little, more to herself than anyone else: ❛ They’ve had enough chaos for one day. ❜

Then, back to Demir, her tone lightening again—subtle humor wrapped around sincerity. ❛ You’re welcome to swing by. It’s not fancy, but there’s always tea. Or juice boxes. And Jack might only insult you once per visit if he’s in a good mood. ❜ She turned the corner toward home, the street quieter now, lights casting long shadows as dusk deepened. But before she got too far, she looked over her shoulder and added, more softly this time: ❛ And Demir? …Thanks. For showing up. ❜ She didn’t wait for a response. Just kept walking—dimples still showing, her steps lighter than before. And for the first time in a long while, it felt like the end of a day that hadn’t taken more than it gave.

[gigiferrari]

closed for: @dilanyazici

location: fire & ice gala (after plot drop)

Old habits were almost impossible to get rid of after years of learning them. He and Dilan had been done for years now, their relationship a roller coaster of emotions that to this day, Gigi was aware he had handled rather poorly. As soon as the message from the killer ended, he was looking everywhere for those he considered friends or family, really. He called his father to check on he and Luciano and then just began calling people as he walked around the crowd to try to see who needed a ride or who was missing. It was in the midst of it all that Gigi ran straight into Dilan, his phone falling off his hand with the impact. "Oh shit. You okay?" He looked up right on time to notice it was his ex and frowned even more. "Dilan, hey. Sorry. Fuck, I was talking on the phone and didn't see you."

[armaans]

who: @opheliafowler where: the chambers of the lady ophelia fowler, following the announcement of her betrothal to lord dastan allyrion. lord fowler has entrusted armaan to be ophelia's guardian until she is formally wedded to dastan allyrion.

the lord of skyreach had stayed in sunspear for a number of days to formally discuss the betrothal of his daughter to the ruling lord of godsgrace: a worthy match, for house allyrion had proved itself time after time in all of the conflicts dorne had found itself wrapped up in. that, and the fact she would become the goodsister of the princess consort of dorne: it was a rise in station, and would benefit house fowler greatly. though, that did not mean armaan entirely saw where lord fowler was coming from.

"hm." the only noises and responses the lady of skyreach were getting from the bloodroyal as she began to ramble about something. was it to do with those birds she had developed an apparent obsession with? he had seen the birds she spoke of. they were nothing special to him. "mhm."

concern for his daughter and her close association and affection for a particular hightower lord she had been writing to had caused him to make a somewhat hasty decision. if anything, it were being made out as though a naive fixation that played out in the form of letters, letters armaan himself had burned, were causing the fowlers to panic. perhaps because house allyrion, whilst entirely loyal to the ruling martells, had found themselves falling from grace as a result of certain spawn which had settled comfortably within the walls.

"are you still writing to him?" armaan asked, his tone blunt as he looked up at ophelia fowler sat across a small, decorative table from him within the fowler apartments in sunspear. his mind had not focused on anything that was coming out of the mouth of ophelia fowler; it were not as though the girl spoke a million words with each breath she seemingly took, but armaan was thinking only of where he would be most likely to be able to find the master of coin.

"when was the last time you had communication with gareth? gerald?"

[rheaxsethi]

FIN.

Her smile shifted, softened into something that made his breath catch for a heartbeat. When she said fate might have a crush on them, he couldn't help the slight tug at the corner of his mouth. Nobody ever talked to him like this—with playful boldness that cut straight through his defenses. Her observation about seeing the math behind moments resonated deeply. Under his scary exterior, people rarely noticed how analytical he was. "Fate has terrible taste if it's crushing on either of us," he replied, eyes fixed on her face as she leaned forward. The city lights played across her features, highlighting the sharp intelligence beneath her teasing words. "But I've always appreciated equations that others miss." When she mentioned studying angles instead of flinching at her control, pride flared unexpectedly in his chest. Recognition from someone who clearly understood the chess game they were playing felt surprisingly good. Her approval shouldn't matter, yet somehow it did.

"This city only rewards those who understand its rules," he agreed, voice dropping lower as she called him the storm that waits. Nobody had ever described him with such accuracy before. Most people saw only the danger, not the patience beneath. "Peace is just what storms look like from a distance." Her description of taking up space beautifully struck him. That confidence wasn't something you could fake—it came from surviving things that should have broken you but didn't. He recognized it because he wore the same invisible scars, carried the same hard-earned wisdom. When she mentioned feeling the air shift before thunder, something electric passed between them. Not just attraction, though that certainly buzzed beneath the surface, but recognition. Two people who spoke the same language of survival and power, who understood the delicate balance of strength and restraint. Her request to take her home, followed by that wicked look under her lashes, pulled a genuine smile from him. Not the calculated one he used for business, but something rustier, more real. The challenge in her eyes dared him to cross a line they both knew existed. "You give me ideas and say I shouldn't get any ideas." He said, arching a brow, "But just so you know, I'm not easy like that." That was obviously a joke. He wasn't easy, and he didn't think she was either. "Come, let me take you home before your carriage turns into a pumpkin."

COMPLETED

[devosin]

— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! ♡. Synopsis : VIL SCHOENHEIT recently signed a contract under Descendant. Inc for his very own late night show, only to find out his co-star and fellow co-host is none other than Y/n L/n, someone he hates despite knowing very little about them and never having met them, previously. Y/N L/N, an actor who made their debut 3 years ago and hasn’t been able to catch a break since, recently decided to sign a deal with Descendants. Inc to host their new late night show “late nights & flashing lights”, as a break from acting . . Only to find out their favorite long-time actor will be co-hosting with them. Tune in every Friday, for a new episode of “late nights & flashing lights” to see if these two hosts can find a peaceful work-bond amidst their judgements . . and quite possibly even love? . .

— What to expect ? ! : Celebrity au, genshin crossover, placed in the future (Vil is in his late 20's), Strangers to Coworkers to lovers, Semi-slowburn, One-sided hatred (Vil), Mutual pinning, Sprinkles of angst, Fluff, Comedy, Slice of life, hurt/comfort(?), Mentions/Usage of drugs . . ♡

♡. Spotify playlist | Updates, every Friday !! " for all the haters turned lovers and those who love the rain <3 "

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PROLOGUE !!

♡. A series of unfortunate events ♡. Keeping up with Y/n L/n

SEASON ONE — threads of judgement . .

001 . Taco bell & Shitty Tuesdays , 002. A day in the life of Vil Schoenheit , 003. Bittersweet Wine , 004. Participation Prize , 005. White lies & Understanding , 006. Judge me not . . tba

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[hrtfelt4u]

guest check. | sohee lee masterlist.

synopsis: desperate to escape your old apartment, you take over a friend’s lease for a semester. fifteen weeks of living with three guys sounds straight forward enough— except for the fact a certain one happens to be your type. all you need to do is keep your sanity, make rent with your diner job, and definitely not catch feelings. too bad life doesn’t follow the lease agreement.

featuring: fem!reader, rii7e (all members), nct wish (riku), le sserafim (kazuha), ive (liz), and more!

content warning: suggestive, drinking, smoking, financial insecurity, mention of ptsd and claustrophobia

author’s note: hello :P so excited to write an smau for bb sohee!! hope you’re ready for some chaotic stuff to go down living with him, tonie, and hannie <3 enjoy and make sure to check out the profiles before jumping in!

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[gigiferrari]

closed for @toriamin

location: fire & ice gala

Once his date excused herself to go to the ladies' room, Gigi turned his head to look back at Tori and leaned down to make sure no one else could hear him, clearly taking his next words entirely too seriously. "So, are we telling each other what pairing we told the bouncer to get in here or are we really supposed to keep it a secret? I'm too curious. You'll tell me, right?" He asked his friend, a wide grin on his face as he looked around them to make sure no one was trying to listen in their conversation.

[akashxbedi]

FIN.

"Peace doesn't come from strategy. God, you sound like a fortune cookie sometimes, but you're not wrong," she said, rolling her eyes but smiling. "And yeah, I'd love to meet Cat without you lurking around making sure I don't embarrass you. Having said that, I will definitely ask her what her most annoying habit is." The whole idea of someone who just existed without needing to be decoded felt almost impossible to believe. Like, people actually got to have that kind of simplicity in their lives while she spent every conversation trying to figure out what wasn't being said. Maybe that was her problem—she'd gotten so used to looking for hidden meanings that she'd forgotten some things could just be what they appeared to be.

She begrudgingly acknowledged the wisdom in his comment about choosing one's stance as the world changed. She'd been letting everything happen to her instead of deciding where she belonged in all the chaos. Just reacting to whatever crisis showed up next instead of actually making choices about what mattered. "You know what's funny? I've been so busy trying to survive the storm that I never considered just walking out of it," she admitted. The cobbler idea seemed ideal—a simple, sweet treat, exactly what they both needed. "Lead the way to this life-changing dessert. I could use something that tastes good without requiring a background check first."

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Twins of Seperath Paths: Shen Shi

[Error! Error! Error!]

Shen Yuan wanted to slap the annoying thing making such a sound. Shen Yuan opened his eyes to a Red window in front of him

[System calibration] [System 'error' identified.]

The red screen turned blue in front of him. Shen Yuan tried to understand what was happening.

[Activation code: Dumbfuck Author Dumbfuck Novel. System automatically triggered] [ Welcome to the System. This System operates in line with the design concept “YOU CAN YOU UP, NO CAN NO BB”; we hope to provide you with the best possible experience. It is our sincere wish that during your time, you can fulfil your desires and, in accordance with your wish, transform a stupid work into a magnificent, high-quality, first-rate classic. We hope you enjoy.]

 During the system's introduction. Shen Yuan became aware of a pain in his chest. And what was around him as someone gently pushed his shoulder, “Didi, are you awake?”

[The System was successfully activated. Bound role: Slave of the Qiu Family, younger brother to Shen Jiu, future Chang Quiong Mountain Sect, Peak Lord of Qing Jing Peak, “Shen Qingqiu”, Shen Shi. ]

[As there was an error in the user 002 bound roll. User 002 is granted 1000 B points. [The User was intended for “Shen Quinqui” after he selected Protagonist in the sect.] [Due to ‘error’ in this system. You are granted a specialised quest for continued use. DIE BUT SURVIVE.]

“Didi!” the address is shouted right next to his ear. Shen Yuan jumped, scrambling, but his limbs caught on the large cut in his clothes. His back hit the floor, jolting him. 

“Ow," Shen Yuan said. A Cough slipping from his chest 

“You’ve decided to live.” A young voice spoke. Shen Yuan looked up at a face that had small, sharp eyes despite his age and baby fat. He is handsome. “Get up, Shi, Master says you can't keep lying about.”

[Shen Jiu, Shen Shi's twin brother], the system chimes in. As Shen Yuan is dragged to standing. Then dragged out the door of their Scrappy room.

The Future Scum Villain looks to be ten. But this is a Xianxia novel, so age is Fucked. But also he looks to not had a good meal for years. So he might be older.

“Master Qiu Jianluo said to wash the Floors.” Shen Jiu says, handing over a bucket and a rag. “We need to hurry so we can eat our meal.”

Shen Jiu kneels and gets to work on the wood. Shen Yuan's stomach growls.

Wait. Shen Yuan thinks. This is the scum Villain’s backstory. He was going to discover how the Scum Villian became a scum villain.

“What are you doing standing there? We can't eat if we don't work.” Shen Jiu growled angrily at Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan flinches and starts cleaning. His body wants to eat. While he's scrubbing the floors, Shen Yuan checks on the system.

[DIE BUT SURVIVE] [Quest summary: Find a way to escape the fated death of Shen Shi, blackening the morals of Shen Jiu. For the continued Use. User 002 bound role ‘Shen Shi’ must survive.]

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