#ALSO I AM. SO MAD AT NEOCITIES

[thisismycorneroftheinternet]

Regina And Her Friends - Digital drawing

I took so long to do the outline of this drawing, as in, over an year of incremental drawing. And then colored it all in a couple of days. I guess that shows the difference of ability in my lineart and coloring and lighting skills.

I have created all the assets used in this, save for the glowing orbs (that are part of the standard paintbrush set in GIMP) and the sparkling stars on the background (that are from a royalty-free stamp image). TBH I am a bit mad at how poorly I can do use the warping/liquefying tool, although this is the first time I used it in major scale.

Also, I have to say, I hate how much time I had to spend correcting and blurring edges because my selection tools are too sharp and create weird areas of transparency in between colors. I have to figure this stuff out eventually.

Anyhoo, here's Regina in all of her full glory!

drawn in GIMP, all characters are mine.

If you're seeking commissions from me, here's my page. Also, support me on Ko-fi here! Lastly, check out my deviantArt gallery and my Neocities website to see more of my work.

[delicatecentipede]

hello !!!

you can call me rysan (pronounced like rise-and) , nat , mad , or ryan. i use xe / xem , he / him , they / them , and it / its pronouns. i am italian and a teenager (14). i am also both mentally and physically disabled (adhd, ptsd, and rheumatoid arthritis). my favorite color is red, if you couldn't tell. also, i am from ny, i have been on tumblr for a year, and my longest hyperfixation has lasted for a year.

i am transgender , cupiosexual , and am dating @stealingyourteeth.

(also , just wanted to add that english is not my first language. please forgive me if i speak weirdly and / or use the wrong words).

i have instagram , spacehey , youtube , pinterest , deviantart , newgrounds , and discord (all of my usernames are delicatecentipede. i do not own any alt accounts on any of those platforms. if someone messages you saying they're me on an alt account it is a scam.).

please dni if you're an 18+ blog , are a proshipper , groomer , transphobe / homophobe , racist / xenophobic / zionist , or any type of disgusting person.

i am an emo and i also enjoy wearing spiked chokers / bracelets. my favorite bands include but are not limited to :

my chemical romance , the used , panic! at the disco (mostly pre-split stuff ), fall out boy , pierce the veil , paramore , green day , the ramones , falling in reverse , yellowcard, isles and glaciers , sleeping with sirens , blink-182 , mayday parade , jimmy eat world , taking back sunday , simple plan , black veil brides , motionless in white , the academy is , linkin park , before today , weezer , the venetia fair (NOTE : i do not support anyone problematic here).

also, i am currently hyperfixated on panic! at the disco , and camp here and there.

i have a typing quirk , which is only using uppercases and putting spaces between special characters (for example , instead of puting "okay!" or "maybe/yes" , i put "okay !" and "maybe / yes"). if you ever need me to put an id for an image i post , don't be scared to dm me or put a message in my askbox to do it !!

also , quick warning , i only post art every few weeks. it is hard for me to draw due to my arthritis, but i try my best to draw when my pain isnt so bad. if you reblog my art and it has some sort of trigger in it , please remember to pass that trigger along in the tags so nobody is hurt.

a few fun things :

my fictionkin account (natsume shiota from camp here and there) , my neocities graphics site

i’m willing to voice a character in a podcast or webshow as long as the character isnt sexualized or an adult (the reason for only wanting to voice characters that are minors is because of how fucking weird people are on the internet, sorry)

also, my old urls used to be lemondemonmakesyourteethturngrey , c3ntipede , sorensuffer , matthew-neapolitan , and delicate-centipede . i am delicatecentipede on most socials

TAGGING SYSTEM :

the boy speaks : my actual posts

amuseable arts : my art

mad’s feedback : responding to asks

grotesque thoughts : basically just gore / unsettling stuff. if you don’t want to see stuff like that then just block the tag

[icecreampizzer]

NATASHA SIDNEY PROPAGANDA

Hello people of tumblr and @homemadegirlbossbattle , I am here to present my awful awful girlboss that is none other than Dr. Natasha Sidney. She is the main antagonist of one of my story projects, THEREFORE I AM! She's a psychiatrist and also this world's equivalent to a wizard. She has a huge ego and of course she wants to further improve her already advanced skills to change the world for the better...whatever her definition of "better" means. She's ruined the lives of almost every single character in this story for that goal so trust me when I say DO NOT trust her definition of "better" under ANY circumstances

^ most accurate textpost I've seen for her really. Her main schtick is that her research methods are not 100% ethical and mostly is in it for the science...and she's doing that all on her own! Well, she has her little minions working for her BUT she's extremely active in her nefarious deeds, and hey, sometimes we need to respect a hardworking girlboss.

PICTURED... white woman off the shits. She's basically a mad scientist (or a mad SOCIAL scientist...) who's not above manipulating others to get what she wants. She obviously doesn't care about other people's wellbeing... or DOES she?? Who the hell knows she's too full of herself to say ANYTHING negative about herself.

Leaving you with THIS. she talks to the protagonist of the story and she gives them an amongus jumpscare. xtremely girlboss of her if I do say so myself

Please consider voting for my asshole doctor!! I can't share too much info rn because I'm currently writing this story, but you can read more on her TOYHOUSE and the NEOCITIES PAGE I have for this story! Thank you so much!

I'll add the poll links below whenever she goes live :]

[toyotacorrola]

The first official chapter of "Radio Static" is now out!!

Chapter Summary: "Ingo disappears. Emmet has always been a man of fact. There is a terrible truth that he can't deny, no matter how much he wants to."

Chapter Word Count: 2,076

Links: ff.net | neocities

Also available to read below the cut:

The twin Subway Bosses of Nimbasa had always been close, as far as they could remember. This was common knowledge, and natural enough, considering they were twins.

Sometimes, though, it was... strange. Something beyond simple closeness. Like something that ran deeper than logic could explain, like something beyond familiarity connected them.

Most, though, never got close enough to find this out, or simply tried not to think too hard about it. It was better to just dismiss it as a side effect of being together so often for so long than drive themselves mad trying to come up with a proper explanation.

It made itself difficult to ignore, though, when Ingo disappeared.

All around the platform, heads had turned at the sound of a clipboard clattering to the floor. Emmet had looked as though he hadn't even noticed, preoccupied by something else entirely. His eyes were wide, his brows furrowed tight, and all the blood had drained from his face. He almost looked ready to pass out.

The agent that had come to ask him about the schedule tried in vain to get back his attention as he glanced about frantically, as if searching for something; no one could have guessed what. He scrubbed a hand down his face, like he had a headache coming on.

When he finally acknowledged Cloud, it wasn't to answer any of their questions, but rather, to ask one of his own.

“...Something is wrong. I am Emmet. Where is Ingo?“

Before they could even think to answer him through their perplexion, Cameron had jogged up to the pair, looking frazzled.

”There you are, Boss! I've been looking everywhere for-“ she began, then stopped, and looked around the platform, her brown curls swaying as her head turned. ”He's not with you, either?“ she asked.

It wasn't long before they realized that Ingo was nowhere to be found. His belongings and his pokeballs all laid in the tunnels, discarded, with no sign of where their owner had gone.

Cloud later realized that, in all of the panic and confusion, they never found out just how it was that Emmet had known.

-

It had been a remarkably slow day, seemingly dragging itself on towards nothing in particular. He had very few challengers make it to his car, and those that did seemingly did so on a fluke, not giving him much, if any, challenge at all.

The only remotely interesting thing to happen that day was when he and Ingo had gone into the tunnels to check for something strange an agent had allegedly seen on one of the security cameras. Emmet had had to leave, though, to wait at the platform before they had found out what it had been. He suspected that the answer wouldn’t be very interesting, anyway; probably just a Pokemon that had gotten separated from its trainer, or somesuch.

Other than that, though, nothing seemed to be very much out of the ordinary. Emmet wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or not. He was bone tired from the monotony of the day, but “interesting” seldom went with “good,” at least in their business. 

He had, for once, wanted nothing more than to just end the day and go home. He and Ingo loved their jobs, so usually, neither of them much minded the long hours. That day, though, he couldn’t think about much other than having a nice, quiet evening home with his brother. 

As he waited at the platform for the train to arrive, he thought of a loose plan for what they would do that night. They could make dinner together, and maybe sit on the couch and watch a movie before retiring for the night. 

Just thinking about that made him aware of how his back ached. Ugh. He bent backwards, hands resting where his back curved, and heard several loud pops. As he straightened back up, he didn’t really feel much better. If Ingo were there, he’d have chastised him for it; he’d always hated that habit of his.

Emmet didn’t believe in bad days, so long as he had his brother with him. Every day is what you make of it, as Ingo would say. But today was really pushing it. He was hoping the last few hours, despite how tired he would still be, would make it so the day ended on a high note, at least.

Suddenly, Emmet froze, and felt the blood drain from his face.

Something was wrong. Something was missing. 

He blinked, and tried to focus, but nothing changed. The constant, warm presence in his mind that he was used to was just… gone. It had been there, just a moment ago, and all at once, it was gone.

All of his fatigue had frozen solid into dread in a single instant.

He hardly had a single coherent thought as his ears began to ring louder, and everything seemed to stop all at once. His heart, his breathing, everything around him, and...

And...

Where was Ingo?

He couldn't hear him, he couldn't feel him, he couldn't...

He tried to reach through, or to just feel that he was there; pulled away, for some reason, but there. Something must be wrong, but they would work through it. He’d yell at Ingo for it, he’d sound angry, even though he was really just scared. He’d apologize, and Ingo would apologize, too, and then tell him what was wrong so he could help. Surely.

But he tried and tried, all to no avail. There was nothing.

Nothing at all.

Not even a wall keeping him out.

He looked around, knowing he'd see nothing, as Ingo hadn’t been anywhere near him before, but not knowing what else to do. His heart thundered painfully in his chest, and he felt his breathing come back, stuttering and quick. That chilly dread had now turned into a fiery panic, scorching his mind and burning under his skin. 

Where was Ingo? Was he alright? What had happened?

Why couldn't he hear him?

Someone was calling for him, and had been for a while. His mind had filtered it with the rest of the noise around them, as his fear had stolen all of his awareness of his surroundings and turned it all into a blurred mass of stimuli he couldn’t process. 

As their voice came back into focus, emerging from the haze everything had set itself into, so did everything else. The layers of chatter all around them, the rumbling of the trains in the distance, the blazing lights overhead, the fabric rubbing against his skin. He felt himself begin to sweat, despite how cold the station tended to be.

It had been fine only moments ago, but it all seemed to slam into him like a bullet train as he tried and failed to listen to what the agent was saying to him. He brought a hand to his face to stave off the headache as it came back with a vengeance, feeling like a shot straight through his brain.

Focus, focus, you just need to find him. You’ll find him, and he’ll be okay, and this can all go away.

Try as he might have, though, panic threatened to overtake him with every breath. Everything seemed to pass in a jumbled blur of sound and color.

He was fairly sure he had asked the agent where Ingo was, but hadn't gotten an answer. Another agent had come, also looking for his brother, seeming both exasperated and worried. His own worry had only gotten worse, with that. 

All around the station, everything came to halt. A search began, yielding no results. The only thing they had managed to find had been Ingo's belt, without any other sign of him anywhere, or where he might have gone. Emmet’s stomach had felt as though it was filled with cement, when the news made its way to him.

Everything was completely off-track, in every sense. A great number of passengers were delayed, or had to find another way to travel entirely. Normally, Emmet would be appalled at this, would focus all of his energy on solving the problem and ensuring it never happened again. But it was the least of his worries at the time. 

He sat with his head in his hands, the odd silence of the barren station around him somehow worse than all of the noise from before. He felt awful not doing anything, but there wasn’t much more that could be done, not by him at least. His agents had insisted he take a break, saying he didn’t look well. He’d never been more grateful for them and how hard they all worked than he was that day, but it still frustrated him.

He knew, though, that he couldn’t be much help in the state he was in. He did his best to calm down, but his stress and his worry kept mounting up, paralyzing him, making him feel sicker and sicker.

With every minute more that they couldn't find him, the grim reality came into sharper and sharper focus.

Ingo had vanished.

Generally, Emmet was able to keep an even head in stressful situations. It was what made him and Ingo such a great team. Ingo would identify the problem, what needed to be fixed, what they had to get done, and would make sure they didn’t get off track. Emmet would think about the facts, about what he could do, and find a way to solve the problem, step by step. 

He feared, though, that this was a problem that he couldn't solve. His eyes burned, and nausea swirled in his gut and made itself at home.

But, for the sake of routine, he would follow his usual tracks. Maybe, at the least, it would help him calm down, and think about the situation more objectively.

What were the facts?

First and foremost, Ingo was gone. Vanished into thin air.

Secondly, there wasn't the slightest hint of where he could have gone. No blood, no damage to the area, nothing helpful on the security cameras. Nothing.

Thirdly, whatever had happened, it had been instantaneous. One moment, Ingo had been there, doing his job, and lingering in the back of Emmet's mind like always. The next, he had simply been gone, as though he had never been there in the first place.

The thought made his nausea sharply worsen, and he really thought for a moment that he’d be sick all over the floor.

While they searched, Emmet felt that it was of no use. They thought that if they kept looking, they’d find something. But he already knew that wasn’t going to happen.

And he did appreciate it. He appreciated that so many people cared about his brother. He appreciated that they all wanted him to come home safe. He appreciated all of their help. He really did.

But they didn't have all of the facts. They didn't know what he knew.

While Ingo and Emmet may have looked nearly identical on the outside, they were very different on the inside.

Ingo was always idealistic. He always saw the good in people, and the light in even the darkest of situations. He believed that, even if it turns out to be wrong, hoping for the best scenario can help you get through even the darkest of times.

Emmet believed in the truth, in fact. He believed that, while every alternative was worth exploring, the most likely outcome usually wasn't the one you wanted. No matter how much he didn't want it to be true, it was better to think of the worst outcome as the one you would get.

After all, disappointment hurts less when you're expecting it.

Ingo was gone. Emmet was certain that he was not coming back.

He didn't want it to be true. He wanted so badly to hope with everyone else, to be able to search and believe that he'd find anything.

But he had felt it. Ingo had gone in less than a second. There was no shock, no pain, no nothing.

He was at least comforted by the idea that it had been quick. Whoever or whatever had taken his brother from him was at least a bit merciful.

So, while everyone else prayed for Ingo's return, while they told Emmet not to give up hope and assured him that his brother would come home eventually, he knew the truth.

Ingo was dead.

[dualiti-real]

OC-tober Day 5: Relationships

I was going to do a chart but I have too many characters and I haven't introduced them all yet so instead I'll take this as an opportunity to introduce two OCs at once, my two absolutely terrible guys, Laurel and his husband Faust!

(warning for brief mentions of mind control in the context of Laurels powers, lemme know if there's anything else in here anyone would want a warning about that I missed)

Laurel is the closest thing Dualiti really has to a villain, as mentioned in his neocities blurb. but due to Dualiti's very static state of being, he's mostly been bothering the same places and people for the last 1000 years, the only thing changing being who's being sent to fight him. either way, he is extremely content with the status quo he's in, where he has a lot of control in his little bubble and can do basically whatever he feels like. He and Vex have a very complicated rivalry, but that's a whole different quadrant- *I AM IMMEDIATELY DRAGGED OFFSTAGE BY SECURITY*

His husband is Faust, a mad scientist who is the absolute worst. just about everyone who meets him is immediately repulsed by his personality, which is "I am smarter than everyone else and anyone who claims otherwise is stupid and wrong, even when I am actively failing at something". somehow, though, Laurel is absolutely charmed by his cringefail demeanor. it also helps that Faust is equally head over heels for him. they are both completely terrible but I guess somehow they cancel eachother out, so that's nice? I'm glad they managed to find eachother.

Laurel Fun Facts:

Though Laurel looks like just a really tall elf, (he is 7'6". elves in the universe of Dualiti do not get that tall ever.) he's actually a sentient magical organism that is puppeting a corpse to function as his main body. that organism is the slime, which manifests on his body as the hair coming from his head.

when Laurel (the magic organism) consumes matter, it produces more slime, which can be used as structures, weapons, and as means of controlling others.

He can make hunters by basically infecting people with himself, (someone ingests the slime, it gets into an injury, ect.) and puppeting them from the inside. once he's infected someone, they're basically already on his network, and he can step into the controls any time. (you know, like vris- *I am once again dragged offstage*) he doesn't use it a lot unless he has to, though. he likes the challenge of convincing people to work for him.

(also just to get it out there because I mentioned Laurels powers and I want to make it clear that, no, Faust isn't being mind controlled or anything. he just encountered someone who actually genuinely liked him and went full Gomez Addams about it)

He is very much inspired by my love of classic disney villains. always love a character who is awful and is having so much fun with it. Shoutout to my girl Maleficent she inspired SO much about Laurel without me even realizing it.

as mentioned, he and vex have sort of a weird rival thing going on. do they hate eachother? are they best friends? something else? fucking. I don't know man.

(shout out to Hark a Vagrant by Kate Beaton for the reference)

you can tell thats old art because laurel doesn't have his cape yet. anyway, now we're moving on to

Faust Fun Facts:

Faust is very much inspired by characters like Doctor Robotnik, or Berdly of Deltarune. basically characters that are very confident in being super smart even when they probably aren't actually.

this isn't to say he's bad at what he does, he's really good at making robots and doomsday devices and the like- he's just bad at realizing that maybe he shouldn't keep putting in the function for them to explode randomly or at the slightest interference. high intelligence, fucking AWFUL wisdom.

He and Laurel met when Faust accidentally crashed his egg-mobile type thing into Laurels mansion and DIRECTLY onto the table Laurel was having tea at.

it's honestly a miracle Laurel thought he was funny and didn't end up killing him.

Faust does smoke, even though as a hunter/undead he doesn't really like, get any of what you would get from a cigarette. old habits die hard. (maybe he just likes the taste.)

as mentioned he is absolutely hopeless over Laurel. Laurel could literally do anything and Faust would think it was great. thankfully Laurel likes him just as much right back, which means that Faust can fuck up his evil schemes as much as possible and Laurel will not even care. he loves his silly little idiot so much.

[valravn72]

Finally going to make one of these because I have been pushing this back for too long, sorry about the shit formatting

You can call me Crow or Val (/vɑl/). My pronouns are they/it and wire/wires/wired/wiredself as well as wyre/wyres/wyred/wyredself.

I’m a White nonreligious Jew tme nonbinary transwhatever and an autistic spoonie with primarily obsessive compulsive disorder, hEDS, POTS, adhd, dpdr and an essential tremor.

I’m also a digital artist and I’m into coding but I am self conscious so posts of my work might be rare/nonexistent.

I am currently a minor (though not for long) SFW INTERACTION ONLY PLEASEEE THANK YOU!!

Main interests and post subjects:

MY BRAIN JUST INSTALLED THE YUGIOH AUTISM UPDATE LETS GO

Disability rights

Vocaloid/V Synth/UTAU music (pafl, thab, tptm, Endless Empty Dream, etc.)

Splatoon

Kingdom Hearts (be patient I have this autism so ancient in me /ref)

YNFGs (shout out to ynoproject.net)

Ludonarratives and games in general

Magical girls

Sparklecare

The Magnus Archives

Digital art

Web nostalgia, old new media, indie webdev stuff

Sonic / Sonic idw

Houseki No Kuni

Black Dresses

Digital music composition

Rpgmaker Horror (OFF, Hello Charlotte, ynfgs, Oneshot, etc.)

Webcomics and zines

Free online educational resources etc.

DNI

DNI means you are not welcome here, screw off, and don’t be confused when you get blocked.

I don’t want to hear any whining about people wanting the internet to be a safe space and how [insert ableist word here] they are. I think it’s more embarrassing how upset you are over people setting boundaries.

Zionists, MAPs and proMAPs, transmeds, fakeclaimers, terfs, swerfs, transracials, institutionalization supporters, anti psych critical/anti anti psych, believe microlabels are biphobic (pan, queer, etc), biphobes, xenogenderphobic, colorist, ethnocentrist, xenophobic, Islamophobic, antisemetic, think disabled/neurodivergent/mad people should not have a shared community/culture, acephobic/exclusionary/infantilizing, support ethnostates, aba supporters, think hijabs are oppressive, believe in any sort of eugenics (curing disabled people, racist shit, anything that would happen in the movie Gattaca which you all definitely misinterpreted), use slurs you cannot reclaim, “narcissistic abuse” survivors and other cluster b bigots, saneist/psychophobic/madphobic assholes, meritocracy believers, transmisogynists and chasers, fatphobes/fat fetishists. Also guro blogs? That fetishize self harm? Why is this something I need to say why has this been an issue.

Fandom DNIs (These are subject to expansion in the future):

Noncritical DNI

Def: You can interact as long as you understand that your media is problematic/harmful and you can reclaim it or at least don’t endorse it. If you’re an apologist or are in any way complicit in the harm caused by the content (monetary support, spread of its message, downplaying its victims) I don’t want to hear from you.

Danganronpa, dbh, bna, Homestuck, mcu, Omori, FLCL, probably more I just can’t think of stuff

DNI NO MATTER WHAT

South park, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Hetalia, Countryhumans, Harry Potter, Supernatural, ANYONE WHO THINKS CHAR AZNABLE IS A LIKEABLE CHARACTER YES THIS HAS COME UP NUMEROUS TIMES, Axel and Roxas shippers (seems like a stupid thing to include but this has also come up multiple times! I hate it here!), dsmp, killing stalking, probably more I just haven’t thought of it yet

PLEASE INTERACT WITH ME :3 (silly non serious section)

Other queer and disabled people, Kingdom Hearts fans (who aren’t creeps), self diagnosed autistics, mad pride folks, anyone with a neocities site, zine contributors, vocal synth fans, people who make stimboards, fellow filehoarders, have a kitty that you are willing to send pictures of, Temnova simps (I think you’re funny), geology special interest havers, blinkie hoarders, people with acceptable opinions on cereal <- (certified milk first asshole), Teto lovers, Azumanga fans who post funny pictures of Osaka, genuine Ao Oni fans (I need to study you), 999 + SEQUELS FANS, people who post their daw stuff online you guys are so cooolllll

I am bad at being active and am working on tagging things well!! (and also actually. posting stuff.) If you need any tags pleaseeee ask it is no problem. I’ll probably make this intro cooler soon as well I am just soooo sleepy and I get frustrated with Tumblr lol

RECOMMEND ME FREEWARE BOSS!!!!!!

[notvv0ltz]

[ ABOUT ]

So basically I'm Mem (vv0ltz as an artist name), I draw cartoony shit, mostly OCs Some minifacts: - I use he/him - AuDHD - nby gay aroace-spec - white russian - there's account for horny-posting @ballzicle Basically, that's it

>> Major notes about this blog:

I don't put CWs on caps and swearing, also this means I do it a lot

I'm overall annoying

I usually tag fandoms I reblog

I AM A FURRY!!!!

My long-time special interests: RaC, LBP2-3, my OCs, Tarboy (IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN TARBOY MARRY ME NOW /J)

I have very strong opinions on things. There will be political posts, usually tagged

>> Navigation:

MY ART

OC TAG

RANDOM THOUGHTS

BLOGGING (posts from my neocities)

>> Bunch of opinions on things (not necessary to read, but sometimes I block over these):

Russia's invasion of Ukraine

You should go fucking drown in a swamp if:

1. You do think that Russia has "valid" reasons (you're a fucking nazi then, russians are literally committing genocide of ukrainians)

2. Believe in russophobia

3. Fucking compare russians to jewish people?????? USSR and The Third Reich were literally ✨ the besties ✨ and no I'm talking not just about pact (read this article jesus christ), OH AND ALSO Stalin was very much a fan of Hitler so YES Russia pretty much ALWAYS was a nazi and imperialist state

4. If you cry over "russians DNI"

5. Related to 4, don't ever fucking fight with ukrainians that are venting out about us not in a "censored" way, ESPECIALLY DON'T REPLY WITH "some ukrainians are so mad it scares me" THEY HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO WISH WE WERE DEAD SHUT THE FUCK UP

6. "Not all russians" my ass, go die

Hammer and sickle users

Hammer and sickle in bio bitches don't even try to follow me. I don't support symbols promoting genocides. I literally can't stand you all. Also blocking every marxist-leninist

Flag discourse

I don't care

Rad exclus/inclus

Neither

Ace/aro discourse

Aphobia? Blocked

Fiction discourse

The whole thing is too complex, and I don't want to get fully involved in it. I'd like to say that you need to take a context of who is creating "problematic" content and what is their reason. Side eyeing "proships DNI" because I'm trying to unlearn purity culture

Fandoms

Edit: I don't care anymore lol

Self DX

100% support, but make sure you've read scientific paper aside from personal stories too

Xenogenders, neopronouns

Ur cool

[narwhalpanda]

15 questions/15 people

thank you @angry-velociraptor for tagging me! im usually horrible at filling these (i tell myself aw thats sweet, ill do it later and then ill NEVER get back to it) but today im determined to answer some questions >:3c

1. are you named after anyone?

nope, my mom had to change plans for my name last minute so that my birthday and name day didn't fall on the same day. but even the planned name still wasn't an homage to anyone

2. when was the last time you cried?

about two days ago watching the end of Search for Bob (CR1 oneshot) when Liev'tel asks the Raven Queen whether Vex and Keyleth will be happy. that got me good, dammit Liam and Matthew

but overall i am so easily moved to tears its ridiculous

3. do you have kids?

nu-uh

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

lately i've noticed that it's not always obvious to some of my friends when im joking/sarcastic without malice, so im trying not to unless im sure there cannot be a misunderstanding

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their neutral facial expression (or how the look at me) and height i think?

6. what’s your eye color?

grey-blue, got that from dad's side

7. scary movie or happy endings?

im not much into movies but ive definitely watched more horrors than romantic comedies, so ill go with scary (ive got Mouth of Madness on my list rn)

8. any special talents?

not exactly a talent but id say im weirdly lucky when it counts

9. where were you born?

in czech republic, normal hospital baby

10. what are your hobbies?

drawing is my life long hobby, something i keep coming back to. lately ive become the filthiest of casuals of ttrpgs and im having a blast. also i have been housebound for past three months (icky leg injury) and in that time i got to come back to reading which has also always been my beloved activity, as well as pick up new things like painting minis (ive got little ranger/fighter/wizard mice miniatures and the are tiny and adorable af) and in past few days i got into neocities so im learning html and css to make my own little website and im having so much fun. id like to formally apologize to all my for the time abandoned hobbies, including but not limited to writing, embroidery, linocut and sewing, i swear ill get back to yall some time but now is just not that time.

11. do you have any pets?

currently not :c

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

ive played volleyball for ten years, i stopped playing when i went to college. after that ive done tai-chi for a year, then nothing for a loong time, then i finally decided to hit the gym and get some shoulders, which went great before i felt fit enough to try volleyball again and that is where my 3 month long icky leg injury comes from lmao. but when im healed id love to get fit again (not sure about the volleyball, im super scared but asasdgf it made me so happy to play again), it was brief but awesome, it really is so good for my body and brain to exercise regularly

13. how tall are you?

169 cm, which i think is about 5'6"

14. favorite subject in school?

geography and literature. i wish i remembered more from both high school and uni, man, it was cool to know things about these

15. dream job?

my dream job used to be book editor or librarian. now... ive worked as a librarian for two years now, on two different posts, and i really like the job, tho i eventually wish to do something that is paid a bit better and/or more creative. id like some fun job sometime in my life. but who wouldnt :D

tagging: @lawful-goof @mu-mumie @zraloci-cpr @picachews @zelvuska (feel no obligation you know how it goes :3)

[adornesibley]

What's an August: A Newsletter

Reading: Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle, Rare Birds by L.B. Hazelthorn, and A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Finished Reading: The Reddening by Adam L.G. Nevill, Whalefall by Daniel Kraus, The End and Everything Before it by Finegan Kruckemeyer, A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking by T. Kingfisher 

Podcast: N/A

Playing: Lunacid (PC), and Salt and Sanctuary (PS4/PS5)

Making: A .°˖✧website✧˖°.

Writing: Project E

Word Count: 164030

TLDR: RAGE, memes, capitalism sucking the fun out of fun, breaking away from socials, the magic of the INDIE WEB, I’ve got a website :3

Stop wasting beautiful stories on memes. I get so mad whenever I see a meme with a pitch for a story… and it’s brilliant… I have many memes (which now have permanent residence in my brain) which I am thinking of while writing this. I wanted to share some… Which meant searching for them and now I have more that exist and it hurts. It hurts for two main reasons. One is a me problem I should maybe look at deeper and one is a societal problem which can only be fixed by the death of the patriarchy… I’ll try to bring both down.

Number one is that I do not feel that a meme is a fully-fledged art form and that something is less valuable in meme form. How dare I, right? Bring out the guillotine. I guess, my personal art form is long-form storytelling and so I think about how these story ideas could fit into my own art form and that would be so cool, and I want to write them. And I can’t… which brings us to Number B.

Anyone who might want to write a novel or other fully published work based on these ideas, or inspired by it will likely not be able to. But first, let's take a look at the post which started me thinking about this right now.

The post in question:

So, Number B reason… Coming from me, this is going to be a real shocker, Capitalism. If you’re a storyteller and want to not… y’know, starve to death, you need to be concerned with the origin and claims to the core concept of a story. If you want to make a story based on a prompt like this, or a meme you saw, you can absolutely do so! However, if you do, and sell that story, and then the person who originally made this idea finds out… you could A. lose your publishing deal as you did not have the right to license this story and/ or B. get sued by the person whose idea it was.

This is bullshit.

We should be and feel free to share stories, ideas, and story ideas and art as freely as we care to. We should have a society where storytelling is being done by the vast majority, not the lucky few. We should be able to burn these brilliant story ideas on the pyre of memes/ communal storytelling. We should be able to make art without having to resort to squeezing every last Schrute Buck from your IPs cold corpse. Of course we all can make art for the masses and give it freely… but food is nice, so is paying rent, or a mortgage. And it is hard to be an art faerie, flitting about creating art like you were Magi Lune or Christa from Ferngully, art springing from your very presence on this fertile Earth… But you’ll have to squeeze it in, somewhere between your night shift at the Omega Mart and your 6am spin class and picking/dropping off children and of course there is the dishes to do. We must not forget the dishes! I have big feelings. 

Alright, I’m good now. Needed to get that off my chest.

Have I mentioned that I have a Patreon?

On a lighter note, and without a paywall: I’ve been making a website! I watched the following video on the “Indie Web” and got inspired to create my own Neocities website. I’ve become a supporter so I can include extra file types on my website and not be as concerned about the upper limit of how much space my website can take up.

I’ll be uploading the newsletters there under Tidings, as well as uploading art that I’ve made, and TTRPG stuffs, including the Umbrulexicon as I keep making them. I’m also going to be uploading writing projects there which will not be uploaded elsewhere. So there’s plenty to love over there~

Probably, WARNING FOR EPILEPSY!!!!!!!!:

Support weird. Support your local artist and help them bring down Capitalism.

[mg549]

hrnghgh i need validation in the form of acceptance

[a-bts-world]

Chapter 19

‘Seriously Taeyong, what the hell where you thinking!’ Doyoung yells at Taeyong the moment they enter the house. Taeyong slowly turns his head towards Doyoung, noticing that the member had his hand up in the air. Ready to hit Taeyong. ‘Is this your way of telling me that you actually didn’t forgive some of my mistakes yet?’ Doyoung continues, hand dropping to his side. ‘Or is marriage a joke to you? I honestly don’t understand you, no matter what scenario I choose!’ Taeyong just stays silent, he expected an outburst from Doyoung, however not this big.

‘Wow, wow, wow, calm down,’ Johnny says as he is entering the hallway. ‘Please explain what happened, I am wondering how the meeting went,’ Johnny continues.

‘Ask our leader, I am going to shower,’ Doyoung hissed, making his way upstairs, to his room.

‘Well, okay,’

‘I will explain at dinner. I am in my office, make sure no one bothers me for the remaining of the day,’ Taeyong announced. Also making his way upstairs. Johnny just shrugs his shoulder, the meeting must have went bad.

‘What happened with this wall?’ Johnny then hears Jewel yell from the second floor. Followed by a softer mind your own business. Probably from Doyoung. If Johnny was to rate the anger radiating from Doyoung just a bit earlier it was pretty high, but never has he seen Doyoung ruin something over a meeting that didn’t went well. It must be something else that has been bothering him.

Jewel comes down the stairs, while Johnny is still standing in the middle of the hallway. Thinking about what could have happened for Doyoung to react this way. ‘What are you doing?’ Jewel asks confused, as Johnny is just standing in the hallway.

‘I was thinking about what got Doyoung so mad, but I will go back to work now.’ Johnny then walks to the little gym they have in the house. He explained all kinds of kicks this morning at Dreamland, so now it is time for his own workout.

‘Hello Emiko,’ Shotaro greets the little girl in Japanese. Yuta asked him to babysit, because of a mission, so Shotaro gladly accepted. That is the reason he is now at the daycare center nearby the base. ‘How are you?’ He asks while picking up the little girl. Emiko answers in Japanese, telling the youngest Japanese member that she is tired.

‘Hello, sir? I haven’t seen you around and I was not told someone else was going to pick up Emiko. Could you tell me what you are doing here?’ A lady with dyed blonde hair asks him. He notices the phone that the lady is holding, she is probably ready to call Yuta or the police if he couldn’t answer.

‘Hello, I can. Sadly Yuta couldn’t make it on time today, so he asked me to pick up his daughter. I am a coworker of his,’ Shotaro revealed, this daycare center is really good. Very careful, making sure everyone gets home well. It is only logical Yuta would send Emiko here.

‘So you know mister Nakamoto? I need to call him, before you can leave. Is that okay for you?’ The lady announces, unlocking her phone in order to call Yuta. Shotaro just shrugs, petting the back of the young girl. She yawns before putting her head on his shoulder, struggling to keep her eyes open. After a little bit, the blonde lady comes back. ‘Thank you for waiting, I am sorry you couldn’t leave immediately, but mister Nakamoto let us know it was okay for you to go. Thank you and once again sorry,’ The lady repeatedly apologizes. Shotaro accepts the apology and says goodbye, making his way out of the daycare centre. Jungwoo has been waiting in the car outside the daycare center, making sure nothing shady happened, this place needed to stay save, there are a lot of children here, the mafia can’t learn that one of the Neocity members brings his kid here every day. The moment he sees Shotaro and Emiko coming out of the door he does loose his focus a bit, even though he quickly regained himself. Knowing that Yuta wouldn’t forgive him if something where to happen. So after Shotaro put Emiko in her seat, Jungwoo drives around for a while, making sure they aren’t being followed. He then drops Shotaro off at Daisy her work, knowing that the duo will drive to Daisy her apartment, have dinner there and then come back to the base. With the small chance that they were indeed being followed by another gang, they wouldn’t suspect Shotaro as part of the mafia, because most mafia members don’t have a girlfriend or wife, and even if they do, they live with them at the base. So Shotaro going to Daisy’s home, seems like a mundane thing to do.

‘Thank for the drive, see you after dinner,’ Shotaro thanks his older member, getting Emiko and making his way towards Daisy. Daisy just left her classroom when she saw Jungwoo driving into the parking lot. ‘Hi! I am sorry for bothering you, but could you please take me to your apartment,’ Shotaro mentions after giving Daisy a hug. She is perplexed at the hug, just nodding her head, not knowing what to say. When they are safe and sound in Daisy her car Shotaro starts explaining. ‘So Yuta asked me to pick up Emiko from the daycare center, but Taeyong explicitly told us to be careful of other gangs, maybe even the Yakuza. So Jungwoo thought I would seem less like a mafiamember if I went to my girlfriend, who doesn’t live at the base,’ Shotaro explained, making air-quotations when saying girlfriend. Daisy just nods, focusing on her driving. ‘So we should just eat dinner at your place and then around seven we can go to the base.’

‘Yeah sure. However you are lucky I bought enough food for the two of us. If you came yesterday, I would have had nothing for you to eat,’ Daisy mentioned. Shotaro just thanks her again. After dinner Daisy, Shotaro and Emiko make their way back to the base.Back at the base Shotaro opens to the door to a lot of yelling.‘Why didn’t you tell me this!’ He makes out Doyoung his voice. Before he can focus on anything else, Emiko starts to cry due to the noise. Suddenly the dinning room is quiet.‘What was that?’ Johnny whispers, while making his way to the entrance of the house. He then notices Shotaro, Daisy and Emiko. ‘no problem guys, it’s Shotaro, Daisy and Emiko!’ Johnny yells back towards the kitchen. Yuta comes rushing out.‘Hello, how was she behaving? Everything went well? Was she able to sleep?’ Yuta bombards Shotaro with questions. The younger Japanese member answers everything. Trying to please the older member. ‘I will put her to bed, Johnny you can tell them about what happened and when I come back down, we can discuss further.’ Johnny nods and guides Shotaro and Daisy to the kitchen. Daisy immediately makes her way towards Jaehyun, giving him a hug. She also notices that there is only one chair left so she decides to sit on his lap. Letting Shotaro sit on the chair.‘So just a quick recap for you. Taeyong planned a wedding with the daughter of mister Min, in order to acquire the Northern territories. He then didn’t tell anyone about this plan, not even Doyoung, the one that is supposed to marry the daughter. So now Doyoung is mad,’ Johnny summarizes what happened during dinner. Shotaro just shrugs his shoulders, knowing that he mostly likely won’t have a lot of say in what is going to happen now.‘Just so you know, I couldn’t even disagree!’ Doyoung shouts, mad that Taeyong put him in the situation. ‘I would have agreed if you told me, but you didn’t!’ Doyoung continues. ‘How can you say you are my best friend and then go on and do something like this!’ Doyoung yells, quickly moving towards Taeyong ready to slap him in the face. However before he could do that, Yuta entered the room again, holding Doyoung back.‘Maybe I did it because nowadays everyone is undermining my authority! I want the best for every single one of you! But somehow you don’t notice that!’ Taeyong answers, eyes darkening with every sentence he says. Sun quickly signals the girls to leave the room, taking the dreamies and younger wayv members with them. Whenever Taeyong gets this mad, it is better for less people to see.‘You don’t understand! You didn’t even give me a choice to that!’ Doyoung yells back. Yelling so hard, that the younger members and the girls still can hear every word that was said.‘Shut up!’ Taeyong replies and then a loud smack is heard. Followed by Taeyong storming out the room, into his office. Honey and Sun look at each other, this is their time to do something.‘Talk to us Johnny,’ Honey states as the duo enters the dining room. Johnny answers, telling the duo that he hit Doyoung multiple times. ‘You know what to do, right?’ Honey asks Sun and she nods. Already leaving the room, making her way towards Taeyong. Honey on the other hand makes her way towards Doyoung, Kun is by his side, looking after his wounds. ‘Are you okay now? Not angry anymore?’ She asks Doyoung, he just nods. Honey smiles softly, knowing everything will be alright again tomorrow morning. It is not the first time the duo fought to let out their anger. They know they could never really hurt each other, so sometimes when they are angry with each other they will fight. Letting their emotions take over for a bit and then all is well again.

Later that week Winwin finally found time in his schedule to ask Kun about Jaemin. ‘Do you think moving him to his own room is going to worsen his condition?’ Doyoung asked the Chinese member to consult Taeyong’s idea to the medic, since he didn’t have any time to do it. Kun nods, thinking about the issue.

‘I don’t believe it will worsen his condition. However we shouldn’t hope for any big changes. It could be so that it has a positive influence on him, but I don’t want to get everyone’s hopes up. Thus we shouldn’t tell them about the possible positive outcome,’ Kun elaborated his decision. Winwin nods. ‘I do think it could be positive, so we should move him as soon as possible. Will you contact Mariposa about this. Ask her view on it and then we could maybe move him this afternoon. I will contact Jeno,’ Kun continues.

‘Could I contact Jeno instead, I don’t know Mariposa that well,’ Winwin smiles cutely. Hoping to win over Kun with his cuteness. It worked, because Kun just nods already grabbing his phone to dial Mariposa. Winwin just mumbles a thanks and makes his way back to the living room. Jeno should be back home, so he can ask directly.

‘Hi Winwin, how are you doing?’ Yangyang asks the older member as he enters the living room. Seeing Yangyang, Jeno, Haechan and Jungwoo sitting on the couch, controllers in their hands. Playing some sort of shooting game.

‘I’m doing fine. I just need to ask Jeno something, if that is okay?’ Winwin nervously whispers. Jeno does seem to be able to understand him, telling him that it’s okay to ask. ‘So, Taeyong was thinking about putting Jaemin in his own room. And I talked to Kun and he said it couldn’t hurt Jaemin. So I am asking your opinion on the matter.’

Jeno doesn’t reply for a few seconds. Just sitting there, frozen in place. Jungwoo even waves his hand in front of his face, but he doesn’t seem to snap back to reality.

‘Jeno?’ a female voice then asks. Mariposa stands in the hallway, looking at the scene. She just arrived as Winwin asked the question Kun asked her just moments before. At the mention of his name Jeno snaps back to reality.

‘Yeah sure,’ is all the boy manages to say, walking to Mariposa and giving her a hug. ‘What do you think?’ He then proceeds to ask. Mariposa answers telling him that she thinks it will help him find his way back. Also mentioning that as long as Kun thinks it won’t hurt him she is okay with every bit of help. Jeno just nods, understanding her thinking. He then grabs her hand, walking back towards the couch. ‘we should play some games and get our mind to focus on something else,’ He says, placing a controller in Mariposa her hands. Yangyang restarts the game and they all play some videogames.

tags: @yutahoes

I finished another chapter! wow! I am so excited for the next few chapters, if everything goes acoording to plan a lot is going to happen up to chapter 25. however depends on how I am writing and all. But please be excited!

[mrkslee]

mutuals appreciation! write heart-felt messages to some of your favorite mutuals (or even ones you haven't talked to yet!) and tag them, BUT don't tell them which message is theirs, let them guess! after you're done, send this to 1 mutual you want to get a message from! 💌

i’M FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO ANSWER THIS ASK AFTER PUTTING IT OFF FOR 50 YEARS so um @ friends, or enemies, whatever u are to me :/ (jOKING ILY) mentioned below i hope u don’t cry or do anything of the sort as u read my 110% totally sweet and nice and absolutely heart-felt messages :3

oK @1aeyong, @nctjaemin, @dovounq, @nakamotens, @neocity, @softlyqentle, and @nakamuto *nct dream voice* HERE WE GO!!!

a. i talk to you everyday!!! and send you memes and we share our teas every other day!! and lament about university decisions and other things and bless you for not unfriending and blocking and reporting me for my inability to choose what i want to watch when we have our movie dates LOL i can talk about a lot of things and am very comfortable with you!! i hope you know your friendship is very special to me :^) and that Nobody promotes That One NCT Song and Loves That One NCT Member more than you do :^) but i’m going to need you to stop trying to be funny bc look at how that backfired the other day :// and keep your soft aesthetic away from me i don’t want to become a pink lover thanks

b. i can’t recall how we became friends or what we talked about when we first started talking to each other, but i do know that you’re living the life!! travelling places ever since you were born!!! you’re very kind!!!! and is the cutest ty stan!! bc you're one of the nicest and sweetest and bestest and most supportive friend i have i will forgive you for sending me offensive things like u-know-what-u-sends-me. i hope we can become closer through our love for nct!! and complaining to each other about the madness and agonizing pain that is ssm!!! and among other things too!! if there is a chance in the next 4 years i will come to aussie to meet you and the kangaroos :^)

c. idk how to even begin lol but i remember exactly how we became friends back in the dinosaur age and i also remember exactly how we became close as we are now in the neo technology age :~) you always pick on me and does the most to expose me but you have your Nice side too that comes out like once every 50 years... you’re my only carat friend so that makes you my fave svt stan but your spot is always up for the taking so u better be nice to me if u wanna keep ur no.1 spot :/// also ur my fave Tall NCT Member Stan and probs my fave content maker in the neo fandom but listen ok u didn’t hear that from me :^) i hope we can be even closer friends too i mean your memory is pretty useful in times of need ily

d. you’re my fellow yumark stan and yet i can only trust you to not expose me 90% of the time... the other 10% you accuse me to be a j**h*** stan and although that hurts our friendship like 28742985792 times but bc i’m the better friend i’ll hold no grudges against you :---) you’re a gfx queen????? amazing beautiful high quality gfx content i can always trust to see on my dash??? i know we haven’t talked a lot but i hope we could start talking more and become closer friends!! i enjoy seeing you going on and on abt your biases on my tline a whole lot LOL so :^) continue to do u :^) ((i desperately want to use a pun with ur name in it but i have to keep this anonymous and mysterious so :’( next time :’(

e. before f*ght cl*b i thought you were nice :/ and kind :/ and sweet :/ and a honey :/ but all of the nice things i regarded you with went boom boom the moment you joined forces with mean club members to gang up on me :/ despite all that i guess you’re kind of n*ce :/ and i guess you rly do make one of the nicest and clearest gifs too they’re so nice and clear i could see the reflection of my ugly tears of an nct stan in :/ (IM JOKING heh ur the nicest one after me in f*ght club :3) ily!! i hope you will one day become the person i believe you truly are aka a ty stan ;^) and continue to provide quality hd content for the neo fandom :^) 

f. we started talking recently bc of a mutual friend!! and i rly truly 220% enjoy watching you expose yourself and since you’ve decided to make me your j**h**n counsellor you can always come and talk to me about anything and everything regarding this one nct guy :^) and i haven’t told you this yet but!! you are indeed a colouring queen!!! the nct fandom is not complete without your signature performance sets!! i rly do hope we become closer friends through our future counselling sessions and chats about how your bias list is a messier mess than mine  :^)

g. fellow yelling abt mark 25/8 club member and lowkey crying abt j*ngwoo daily club lurker!! i know we don’t talk very frequently but i hope you’re always doing well and eating an abundance amount of yam and drinking bucketfuls of lemonade!! you have a signature gfx style and i lov that i can immediately guess right away if something is yours :’> i can always go to you to yell about mark lee whenever and u can always go to me to yell about p**k j***w** i will not expose u ever :^) not today anyway :^) i know you’re busy bc of exams and although you might not see this until you’re back from your exam hiatus, i wish you the best of luck!!!!! in the power of the absolutely fully capable mark lee!!!!!!

[etuneslair-blog]

ENTRY #12 / LIFE UPDATES 4th MAY 2017 Here goes, a post about shit which happened to me for last months and some forecast for my musical and general future, for me to organize my brain and for you people interested in what the hell’s happening with me. 01 Went to Saint Petersburg to participate in a synthesizer fair: sold nothing (hahaha) but at least advertised myself a bit. The jam of local guys was awful cause a man with a super expensive drum module was cranking out the volume of the bass drum and i didn’t hear all other people who were in the jam; i asked him to turn the kick down cause people were literally dying cause of it, but he didn’t do shit. Apart from that - met my cool synthesizer friends and so on. Also, visited old Soviet arcade museum with working arcades (first pic), very good and enjoyable. Also[2], cat loves the modular (pic 2), and the sunset is entirely beautiful (pic 3). Met one of my few best friends in Saint-P. God, i love him very much. He’s a 2-meter tall shy furry idiot and cannot be not loved. Played some 3DS games together c: Love. 02 For first time in like 1 year i bought myself some piece a’ clothing. It’s a CMYKeous cool hoodie with pockets on zips, which is good for raves. (pic 4) i love the design. 03 Started having tiny awful tanatophobic attacks a while ago, it was very scary every time (was ready to go to brain specialist), but it got milder now. I hope it goes away soon, cause it blocks me away from making any kind of music except some synthy IDM shit. (thus, expect a very crappy dreamer release maybe? idk) I really fucking hope it drifts away, this is veeery tiring. Generally, i recommend you to never think of suicide to the extent when it’s a daily thing; when you R E A L I S E the scale of this shit and its possible impact, you gonna fall to the same pit i fell into. Really, people, don’t be dumb. Life is cool, for shiihs! 04 The characters of E.T. universe are finally forming a more or less complete system of my own state representations, and i continue over-thinking this universe over and over. (pic5: a mood-graph of my dorks; was interesting to look it for me myself, lol) I hope that one day i will start making at least text stories about them, cause they’re not just music album mascots! They’re full-scale characters with personalities and stories! Also, welcome kouyou to the rave roaster (real name unknown), a female (?) dragon, who’s usually very shy, quiet and smooth. But because she’s infected with BZZT (yes, THAT bzzt, my noise character, the elemental spirit of madness), she sometimes turn harsh and has rage attacks, and that’s why she lives alone (i guess, her story part has blank places still.) Her only close friend is NO_ID, who usually comes to her to calm her down and bring meds (otherwise she’d go insane like every day). Though the story might change, i’ve just thought of it like 3 days ago. Anyways, she herself makes some kind of excessively cute minimalistic synth music (EP coming soon), and when her mind is overtaken by BZZT, she makes noise. Yeah. Stupid noise dragon in a sweater. That’s what she is. 05 I realized that my life is short as hell and last 2 years in meaning of IRL activites is 80% university = 60% crap, so i’m changing my shit to other better shit probably. Will have to deal with out local army recruiting system, though - here in not-so-soviet Russia you have to go to army if you are older then 18 y.o, not studying and have a dingle dong in your pants, even if you’re allergic to everything asthmatic with not very good working knees and active herpetic genes, like me (lol) They somewhy just want to send me to do some military shit for a year, so ???? will have to deal with that first, and then i hope to go to other country which starts with “c”, ends with “a” and has “anad” in-between for some audio studies to be a grumpy audio engineer guy who records bad musicians and gets money to live. Man, radiotechnical science is shit: its only use, at least in this country, is military branch, and well fuck war, so i’m not in. but i’m in by definition of my grade, hence - fuck this grade, right? Generally, i’m musical inactive right now cause of stupid moods and so on, but it goes away slowly, and i am slowly returning to my normal state. I hope some updates will follow on! Like maybe a page on neocities? i want to fuck with some HTML... or maybe i finally WILL start my comic about elysian tunes because i can die at any fucking moment and how can i die and not draw some comix about my dorks?! p.s. sorry for grammatical mistakes. Too lazy to check. Well, that’s it. Hope things are good and will get better for you people <3 PLUR! etstash_entry etstash_mundane etstash_photo etstash_secret

[a-bts-world]

Chapter 4

Masterlist

‘Hello everyone! I am happy to see you all. As you know Yuta is still not back, which means we have to do this mission without him. However I believe this shouldn’t be a problem for the next mission.’ Taeyong welcomes the 22 members of Neocity to the meeting. He hands a deck of papers to Taeil, who is on his right, Taeil grabs one paper and hands the pile to the next person. After everyone has a paper, Taeyong starts again. ‘On the paper you see the building where we are meeting with the Camorra family. They are one of the only real families left, so we need to be sure that this mission goes as planned. We are supposed to meet them for a deal, they want new weapons, so we are going to deliver. However I don’t expect them to be honest about their intentions. That is why I need everyone for this mission. Jaehyun, Hendery, you two will handle the deal like always. However this time all of the Neos will be available for any help you need. Except Mark and Haechan, I need you two in your Dream function. Which means we will have three hackers, Haechan, Yangyang and Sungchan. Jaemin I need you to infiltrate their mafia, see if you can find out anything about this deal. Wayv you guys will be working on another mission on the other side of the building, supposedly one of the Strays is being held hostage there. Renjun I only expect you and Mark at the sight, everyone else is at home. You guys understand me, dreamies?  However, this doesn’t mean I don’t need you. Jeno I want your best explosives. Shotaro and Chenle I want you two to find me anything about this family, I know way too little about them. On the paper you can find more specifications about the mission. I will see you again tomorrow, to talk the last things through. Any questions for now?’  Taeyong asks after he dumped all the information. Most members shake their heads, but Doyoung puts up his hand.

‘Why do I not have any job?’ He asks, deep down already knowing the answer. So when Taeyong tells him he is suspended because of his mistake, doyoung is angry. ‘You just told me you need all of us for this mission? Why are you keeping this from me!’ Doyoung shouts. Jisung flinches at the sound. Taeyong notices this and gets annoyed with Doyoung.

‘If you are mad with me then tell me personally, don’t do it in front of the Dreamies,’ Taeyong calmly states as he looks back at Jisung, seeing that Mark is already looking after him. Doyoung doesn’t answer and angrily storms out, slamming the door on his way out. Soon after the sound of something breaking is heard.

‘Doyoung? What is happening?’ Honey asks quietly as she finds Doyoung sitting in the hallway, face in his hands and a mess around him. Doyoung doesn’t answer her. Honey notices his shoulders rising and falling pretty fast, which makes it seems as if he is crying. ‘are you okay?’ She asks, putting her hand on his shoulder. As he raises his head, she sees that the boy was indeed crying.

‘Yeah, I am fine.’ He answers stern, pushing her hand away and turning his back to Honey.

‘Doyoung, I made some tea. Do you want to come downstairs and explain to me what happened? I am sure somebody else will clean this up. Don’t worry.’ She asks, trying to seem approachable. Because that is basically her function at moments like this. Doyoung doesn’t say anything but he does slowly stand up, walking down the staircase behind her, with his head hanging low.

Honey texts Sun, asking her if she would want to clean up the mess Doyoung made and if she wants to come down to the kitchen afterwards. ‘Do you want anything Doyoung?’ Honey asks him as they enter the kitchen. He just shrugs his shoulders, which Honey understands as anything will do. ‘So talk and explain, what happened?’ She tells him sternly, wanting a real answer this time. Doyoung realizes he needs to tell her, otherwise he would be in even more trouble. So he does, he tells her everything. Not only what happened, but also why it happened.

At the exact same time Yukhei is leaving the house. After the meeting, Yukhei was able to leave because he didn’t have any other responsibilities. So he grabbed his study books and is now on his way to a café, the same one where he always studies. Before sitting down he decides to get a coffee, so he walks up to the bar and orders a drink. After receiving the drink he walks towards an empty table, but he as he focusses on the table, he doesn’t look in front of him. Suddenly he bumps into something. Yukhei looks down and sees a smaller girl standing in front of him. ‘Sorry! I didn’t see you,’ he says and hopes the girl accepts his apology for bumping into her. Since she doesn’t answer him, Yukhei looks down once more and notices the big stain on her shirt. He must have spilled his coffee. ‘I’m so so so sorry, this wasn’t supposed to happen.’ Yukhei suddenly spits out, noting how he hasn’t apologized yet for spilling the coffee.

‘No problem, you couldn’t have known.’

‘Okay, but at least let me make it up to you. Is there anything you want or need? Or let me take you for dinner! I think that is a good idea, us going on a dinner.’ Yukhei blurts out, nervous to make the girl uncomfortable.

‘I think dinner is a bit much, but I would like a coffee,’ She smiles and Yukhei can only nod. The moment he locked eyes with her, he couldn’t think about what to say.

‘Okay, I will get you a coffee,’ Yukhei mumbles and walks towards the counter with her, pays her drink and then they are waiting together on the drink. ‘So do you want to join me while I am going to study for my upcoming exam.’ He asks.

‘Yeah, if that is okay with you. What do you need to study? I have an upcoming exam about the renaissance, since my major is Art history,’ The girl explains to Yukhei, talking about how excited she finds it. As she receives her drink the two of them walk towards an empty table near the window, while she keeps talking about art. Yukhei just admires her positive energy, while they get seated at the table. ‘You said you needed to study as well. what was it for? I just completely talked about me only,’ the girl apologizes.

‘Well my major is History and I also have an upcoming exam about the Renaissance period, weirdly enough. So that is what I am supposed to study for. May be we can study together more often, since we have the same subject for our upcoming exam,’ He answers. The girl nods and places her stuff on the table. Ready to start the study session. Yukhei notices this and reluctantly gets his books. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen, they were supposed to talk more. However the duo studies almost all afternoon.

After talking to Doyoung, Honey walks back upstairs to her shared room with Taeil. She has been feeling really tired today, so just going back to bed seems like a great option. So when Honey reaches the room, she changes into her pajamas and lays on the bed. Before falling asleep she remembers to text her husband that she is tired and went to sleep. Before she can actually  send it, the door opens.

‘Hey, I didn’t know you were here,’ Taeil says as soon as he enters the door. Closing it after him and walking up to the bed.

‘Yeah, I was just about to text you that I was really tired and that I wanted to sleep for a bit,’ Honey answers, as Taeil sits down beside her on the bed. His one hand grabbing Honey her hand and his other hand stroking her hair.

‘To be honest, I was practicing self-defense with Johnny and I am really tired as well. Is it okay if I join you? I have already showered at Dreamland.’ Taeil defends his self.

‘Sure,’ Honey answers before Taeil can even finish his sentence, not caring about whether or not her husband already showered. Holding up the bedsheets in order for Taeil to get under them as well. Taeil hurriedly steps out of his clothes, leaving on just his boxershorts and t-shirt. He then gets under the sheets. Turning to his side and putting his arm around his wife. Becoming the big spoon in this cuddle session. With Taeil caressing her hair they fall asleep in the middle of the day.

‘Taeil!’ Johnny screams as he opens the door of the bedroom. But when he sees the married couple sleeping, he closes it.

‘What is it?’ Taeil whispers just before Johnny fully closes the door.

‘Well nothing important I was just wondering about something legal. But it can wait.’ Taeil nods, accepting that Johnny won’t tell him what he needs. Even though he is awake anyway, so he could have better just said what he needed. Johnny just leaves the room after that and Taeil turns back to his wife, who is still sleeping. He puts his hand on the nightstand and start feeling around for his phone. After searching around, he finds it. Grabbing his phone, looking at the time. It is around four o’clock. Almost time to pick up the younger members, so he slowly moves out of the bed. He hopes he doesn’t wake up his wife. Then he quickly changes into his clothes and grabs the car keys, noticing that he is a bit late. So Taeil hurries downstairs, sprints down the stairs, almost bumps into Winwin, then runs to the garage and thus to his car, and eventually leaves the compound.

First he needs to pick up Jaemin, then Chenle and Yangyang, normally Jisung is the last one to be picked up, but he called in sick today. The other boys are being picked up by Ten today, because they are on the other side of the city. Speeding a few times, Taeil makes it just in time to the University Jaemin attends. Waiting on the side are Jaemin and Mariposa.

‘Hello guys,’ Taeil says as he stops next to the duo.

‘Hello!’ Mariposa excitedly answers and waiving to him. Taeil waves back, while Jaemin opens the door.

‘are you sure you are not coming today?’ Jaemin asks her softly. But Mariposa just shakes her head.

‘I have an important exam to learn for. I am sorry, next time maybe. Besides I also need to meet up with Serenity and Precious, we need to hand in a paper next week. I am so sorry Jae, I have no time.’

‘okay, no problem. You got this!’ Jaemin answers. He hugs her, hoping to put his girlfriend at ease, he knows how stressed she can be. As he caresses her back, he feels her shoulders drop. She relaxes her body. ‘See you tomorrow,’ Jaemin says and kisses her forehead. He turns around and sits down in the car. As they drive away, both Jaemin and Taeil wave at Mariposa.

When the car is out of sight, Mariposa turns around and walks towards the library. When she arrives she is a bit earlier than they had agreed on, but that is no problem. Mariposa sits down and places her stuff on the table. As she turns on her laptop Serenity sits down next to her and Precious in front.

‘So how are you and Jaemin?’ Serenity curiously ask, as the two girls also grab their stuff and turn on their computers. ‘Everyone thought you guys were on a break, but now you are all lovey-dovey again.’

‘We are good. We weren’t really on a break, but I had to figure out some stuff,’ Mariposa answers quietly, looking down at her hands. Serenity nods, ready to let go of the topic. However, Precious doesn’t seem ready to let the topic go.

‘What did you need to figure out? And isn’t that technically a break? Mari why won’t you tell us anything?’ Precious asks caringly, looking into Mariposa her eyes, hoping to find an answer.

‘I do tell you everything necessary. If you want, you can see it as a break, but it was less than a week. So I don’t really see it as a break,’ Mariposa states, clearly not wanting to tell anything more about whatever may have happened.

‘Okay, now let’s get started on this paper!’ Serenity encourages the other girls. Immediately starting to read the research paper that was assigned to them to use as a source. Mariposa nods her head and follows the lead of reading papers. Precious is a bit harder to convince, since she doesn’t have the motivation to be reading concentrated. She enjoys staring out the window, onto the sport field. Right now, the track team is working on their speed. Precious only joins the other girls at studying, after Serenity keeps on bugging her about not learning anything. After a few hours the three girls have almost finished their assignment.

‘We are having a game night and I want everyone to join. Unless you have a proper reason and Taeyong agrees to it, then you are exempted. Everyone else is down here at 9,’ Johnny shared after dinner.

Doyoung immediately walks up to Taeyong, while everyone cleans the table. ‘I am not participating.’ Is all the younger man tells the leader. He doesn’t even wait for an response from Taeyong. Taeyong just nods, knowing he will get a lot more of his members visiting him before 9 o’clock.

‘Taeyong, is it okay if I stay in my room tonight?’ the youngest member quietly asks his leader as Taeyong is walking to his room.

‘Are you sure you don’t want to join us? You haven’t talked to some of the Neos for a very long time,’ Taeyong asks the younger member, knowing the boy hasn’t really talked to anyone since Yuta left for Japan and everything that happened back then. Jisung shakes his head.

‘I have talked to Kun, while being his medical assistant,’ He defenses his choices. Taeyong just nods.

‘I know, but you also know, I said Neos. However I am happy that you continued your time with Kun. But the others also miss you. What if you join tonight for at least one game and then after that one game you can leave whenever you want. Is that a good compromise? Taeyong almost pleads to his youngest member. It has been a while since most member have been together after the accident and he just needs to see his member happy again, even if it is just for a night. However he also notices the doubt in Jisung his eyes. ‘I promise you can leave after. Please, just be there.’ Jisung slowly nods and heads up stairs.

At nine o’clock Taeyong sits down in the living room. Some members have already joined, like Winwin and Hendery. Others are still nowhere to be seen, such as Jeno, Jisung, Shotaro and more. After five minutes of still not having all the members downstairs Johnny stands up and rings the dinner bell. This bell is heard everywhere in the house. Usually it is used by Kun, whenever dinner is ready, but sometimes when there is a meeting and some members are late the bell is also used. Most members are now present, expect Jeno and Chenle. The moment Johnny stands up, ready to ring the bell again. Jeno and Chenle come storming down the stairs. They sit down one the ground, in front of a couch. Saying they were in time, Johnny didn’t ring the bell for the second time yet. The duo just earns a scoff from Taeyong and understand that they were just in time, before they would have received a household task.

‘Nice that all of you have joined this game night! Doyoung and Jisung are free to go, Taeyong accepted this. But everyone else, we expect you to be here until at least eleven o’clock. We also know the rule, no phones during game night. So everyone please put your phone in the box, as always. Then we can begin. Since it has been a while, Taeyong and I decided that a lot of smaller games would be a good idea. So one the dining table you can find different board games, while at the couch we will play games like thirty seconds. Choose anything you would like to do and make sure to win.’ Johhny explains everything once again, because it has been a while since the last game night. Jewel excitedly screams, grabs Ten’s hand and start dragging him towards the dining table. This was the sign for other members to also enjoy the evening.

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a/n: Yes I did manage to post this one! I am so excited to share all the ideas in my head, but I hope some of you are catching on to some of the hints ;). Please leave your feedback, so I can improve.

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Chapter 3

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It is a week or so after Mariposa was introduced to 21 members of Neocity. However, that isn’t what Doyoung has been thinking about at all. He has been following a target for at least four days and today he is finally close enough to end him.

‘Doyoung, the target should be in the alley on your right, however it looks like another person is with him. So be careful. We only need the tall man with the beanie,’ Sungchan says through his in-ear, explaining to Doyoung what he is seeing on his computer screens. While Doyoung listens to his instructions and looks around him, Sungchan types away on the keyboard trying to dismantle the cameras that have a view on the alley. ‘I have dismantled all the cameras, you can go now,’ Sungchan tells Doyoung and he can only see a heat signal move towards the other two.

Doyoung turns right and sees two men, one of them is walking out of the alley, and thus won’t be able to see what is happening. While the other, a shorter man with a beanie is still in the alley. Doyoung doesn’t hesitate and pull the trigger. His gun fires and the member of another mafia family is gone. Doyoung turns around and walks away not noticing the little boy that sat behind the dumpster. ‘Target is gone, I am now heading back home,’ Doyoung tells Sungchan. 

Doyoung is almost home when he hears sirens going of very close. When he turns around to cross the street he sees a police car speeding towards him. Doyoung steps back on the sidewalk, expecting the police car to drive past him. But they unexpectedly stop in front of him, run out of the car and grab his arms.

‘Kim Doyoung you are under arrest, anything you say can be held against you,’ They explain him his rights while working him to his knees with his hands on his head. One of the officers grabs his handcuffs and locks doyoung his arms behind his back. ‘You may call a lawyer once we are back at the station,’ The officer with the darker hair tells him. Doyoung just nods, this isn’t the first time he got arrested. But every time Taeyong and Taeil get him out, so he should be fine.

‘I will tell Taeyong, don’t worry,’ Doyoung then hears through his in-ear, completely forgotten Sungchan was watching his every move. Doyoung feels better now, the faster Taeil knows where to be, the faster he will be out of jail. He wants to thank Sungchan, but he doesn’t, knowing the officers will then notice his in-ear.

 After a short drive the two officers and Doyoung arrive at the station. One of the officers opens the car door, the other one grabs his arm making sure he doesn’t run away. Doyoung wasn’t planning to run anyway, but the feeling he has now wants to make him run. Seeing Taeil stand at the entrance, is not an unfamiliar sight, but somehow everything he is feeling right now feels unfamiliar. When they are near Taeil, Doyoung feels the officer letting go of his arm a little bit. He is ready to run away because of the unknown feelings, but Taeil noticed it and grabs his shoulder. ‘I want to talk to my client,’ Taeil states, no emotion is his voice. Both officers nod and show the way towards an interrogation room where Taeil and Doyoung can talk. ‘What happened just now?’ Taeil asks him without hesitating or referring to which situation he meant. But Doyoung understood clearly.

‘I don’t know. You know how Yuta talked about having feelings he never had before and that they scared them. I kind of felt like that when you stood there waiting for me,’ Doyoung answered the question looking at the table the entire time, not daring to look up at Taeil. Taeil just nodded, acknowledging the boy’s feelings.

‘Okay, so why don’t you tell me what happened earlier today?’ Taeil then continued. So Doyoung told everything that happened, while Taeil listened carefully. ‘Okay I can get you out, you are lucky they brought you to this precinct. I know some people here, however I also could tell Taeyong was not happy about this.’ Doyoung just nodded, he already expected Taeyong to be mad. Taeyong always got mad at someone for slipping up, but then forgave them as well.

When Doyoung and Taeil finally arrived back at the base they saw Lucas training outside. Lucas just nodded at Doyoung, their way of communicating that Taeyong was indeed mad. Lucas and Doyoung have been the two who have been getting into the most trouble lately and while Taeyong always forgives his members for a mistake. It is always the question how long it will take and what they will need to do to earn his forgiveness. So as Doyoung passes by Lucas he realizes he will need to do a lot of convincing to earn Taeyong’s forgiveness this time.

‘Doyoung, see you in my office,’ is the only thing Taeyong says as Doyoung walks inside. He quietly follows his leader. Once they are in Taeyong’s office the drama start. ‘I told you to be safe and clean! Why did you get caught? Are you doing this on purpose or something, this has been the fifth time in about a month or so! Eventually they won’t buy the money anymore and you will need to pay for your mistakes. I know you don’t want that, and I certainly don’t want to lose one of my best men. So I think it is time for you to take a break. Remember what you are thought while not being on the field!’ Taeyong yells at Doyoung, while he just stays still looking at the ground.

‘I am sorry,’ Doyoung quietly answers, trying to ease the situation.

‘Yeah, you told me that before. I need you to change Doyoung, and to be honest, I don’t think you can do that while actively working. So I need you to take a leave. I need you to remind yourself of what you were taught and I need you to think about what you stand for,’ Taeyong tells him with a stern voice. He finds it hard to send Doyoung on a leave, but he also knows it will be for the better. ‘I also need you to hand in your guns,’ Taeyong adds a bit softer than before. Doyoung doesn’t notice it, but Taeyong feels really bad for him. Doyoung just scoffs and places his gun on the desk. And without saying anything else Doyoung walks out the room, closing the door with a loud bang. He knows he just need to earn Taeyong’s forgiveness, but it seems very hard right now. Especially when Taeyong has never benched anyone before.

Taeyong sits down on his chair, puts his elbows on the desk and his hands in his hair. This has been more difficult than he expected. When Sun walks in to check on her boyfriend a bit later, she notices that things must not have gone smoothly, because otherwise he would be back at work.

‘hey babe,’ Sun softly says as she stands next to Taeyong and massages his scalp. ‘It is going to be okay, if not now then later on,’ Sun tries to comfort her boyfriend. He let’s go of his hair, leans back against the chair and grabs Sun her hips. He moves her hips, so that she straddles him. While Taeyong keeps his hands on her waist, Sun puts her hands back on his head and continues massaging Taeyong his scalp. ‘everything will be fine,’ She tells him once more, almost convincing him. With his girlfriend in front of him like this, he is reminded of what Jaemin told him. He grabs Sun’s cheeks and brings her face forward.

‘Thank you,’ He tells her and kisses her, thanking his girlfriend for choosing to stay with him and getting involved in this life. He couldn’t do it without her.

While Doyoung was on his mission this morning, Daisy was also on a mission. She was on a mission to get the kids silent. As a kindergarten teacher, this is a very hard thing to do. All the kids are very enthusiastic because of the weather getting better. So their enthusiasm gets the best of them. ‘Everybody, it is time for the weekly campfire. Let’s alk sit in a circle and then everyone can think of something they want to tell the class,’ Daisy explains and for the first time this day all children do exactly what is asked. ‘Okay, we will start with the person on my left and then we will go around the circle. When someone else is talking, you listen. Does everybody remember how we listen?’ Daisy asks the children before she really gets started. One of the older children replies, saying that they should not talk and keep watching the person that does talk. Daisy agrees and let the first kid tell their story. After a few more children it was time for a break. So another teacher came to get the children outside to the playground. Daisy followed outside, shortly after.

When she came outside, she saw Jaehyun standing at the entrance of the playground. She waved at him while making her way towards him. Jaehyun waved back, staying at the entrance. ‘Hey, what are you doing here?’ Daisy asked slightly anxious. Normally Jaehyun doesn’t visit her at work, why would he do this now. That is until she sees Jungwoo coming around the corner and she realizes the two of them just wanted to say hello.

‘Hello, nice to see you as well. we just were in the neighborhood and wanted to say hello,’ Jaehyun said and put his arm around Jungwoo, who just nodded in agreement. Then suddenly they hear a kid scream.

‘I got to go, see you later. Be safe,’ Daisy says as she quickly hugs Jaehyun goodbye. She then makes her way towards the children, walking to the sound of the screaming. As she looks past one of the playground equipments. she sees one of the younger kids on the ground. She has fallen of the swings Swiftly Daisy picks her up and walks towards the bench, with the little girl on her hip. The other teacher is busy keeping two boys from fighting, so Daisy has her undivided attention on the little girl. ‘What happened?’ She asks the little girl. Who starts explaining how she fell, while playing family with the other kids. Daisy just nodded, letting the girl explain everything, while Daisy can disinfect the wound and put a band-aid on, without too much fuss.

After the little break, everyone goes back inside. While Daisy hoped the kids would be tired from playing outside, but exactly the opposite happened. They were even more enthusiastic. Daisy makes all the kids sit in the circle again for campfire stories. As everyone is seated a hand goes up. ‘Yes, what is it?’

‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ The girl giggled. Daisy answered, telling that she does not have a boyfriend.

‘But who was the man we saw at the playground then?’ Another girl joins the conversation as she puts up her hand. Not really understanding the concept yet, but at least she tried. Daisy just sighs, this is why they shouldn’t have come here.

‘Well the man with the dark hair is my best friend, since middle school. And the other man, with the blonde hair, is his friend. So no, I don’t have a boyfriend. I do have a best friend,’ Daisy explains to the children. It doesn’t seem to be the answer they wanted, but they can’t change that so they accept. Daisy calls the next person to tell their story and so the campfire stories go on.

Taeyong is in an abandoned building, looking for something. As he is about to give up he hears something. Footsteps are coming closer. ‘hello, how are you?’ the person greats Taeyong, who quickly turns around not expecting someone to approach him from behind.

‘I am well, how are you?’ Taeyong greets the person who is hiding in the shadows.

‘I am good as well, now let’s get down to business. I read your proposal, but I think it isn’t good enough. You gain so much from it, but I gain very little from this deal,’ The person explains his doubts, probably the reason why he stays in the shadow, not yet trusting Taeyong enough to reveal his face.

‘I understand, what if I give more money? Is that okay, or were you expecting something else? If so, then please tell me what you want.’

‘More money is good, but I would also like to receive one of your clubs as a part of the deal. The one located near the Centre seems pretty nice,’ the person in the shadows explains his intentions. Taeyong takes it all in, this person wants one of his best clubs. But instead he gains the North territory, it seems like a good deal. One club and a bit of money in order to acquire the North territory. ‘Would you like some other club? This one is not for sale,’ Taeyong hesitantly answers the man, he knows it is a good deal, but selling this club would mean Yuta hating him for the rest of his life.

‘Well, I mean, I don’t mind receiving Dreamland as a gift,’ the man in the shadows answers Taeyong mischievously. This man seems to know everything about NCT, first the importance of the club, but now also Dreamland, the place where he trains and recruits new members. He should keep this man satisfied, but he should also be careful.

‘We both know that is another thing I can’t give. Please let me think about something to give to you that you would deem sufficient. I will stay in contact, but I just need to think about the things I can give to you,’ Taeyong answers and walks away without listening to the man’s answer. He knows this man would accept his request, because of the respect they have for each other and the reputation they built.

When Taeyong arrives back at the base it is time for dinner. Everyone is already sitting at the table, with exception of Doyoung and Yuta they are exempted of family dinners right now. Taeyong takes his place at the head of the table, looking at the family he now has.

‘how was the meeting?’ Taeil asks under his breath, so no one else can hear him. Taeyong just nods and shows him a thumbs up. letting him now, the meeting went well

‘everybody, I want to thank you all for believing in me and choosing NCT as your family. Today I was once again reminded of how much you all mean to me, so thank you for everything!’ Taeyong suddenly says and the table falls silent. After a few seconds Chenle starts laughing really hard, nobody has a clue why, but then he points at Mark, who has a food all over his face. ‘seriously Chenle? I am thanking you all and you are playing with the food Kun has made? Have you even thanked Kun? Cleaning duty for you, again, all week. Oh, and you are helping Kun prepare dinner tomorrow.’ Taeyong states clearly irritated that Chenle interrupted him.

‘Mark dear, you can go upstairs and clean up. I will make sure to leave you some food. Chenle you heard Taeyong, cleaning duty for you and we see you in the kitchen tomorrow,’ Sun helps Taeyong out and both Mark and Taeyong thankfully give her a nod. Mark stands up and walks upstairs while Taeyong keeps his eyes on Chenle. ‘Daisy I heard from Jaehyun that you have started a new art project?’ Sun asks Daisy, trying to avoid another incident. All the other Neocity members take this as a clue and start their own conversations.

‘Yeah, after my last project I got assigned a new art project. It is really fun, I am happy to be doing this on the side again, it has been a while,’ Daisy answered the question, giving Sun a saddened smile. Sun gives her hand a squeeze and tells her it is okay. ‘I know it is okay, but I just feel so guilty sometimes. Last project was so special,’ Daisy opened up her heart to Sun. Sun just nodded and embraced her.

‘I know, I know, it is hard on all of us,’ Sun calmed her down, petting her back. ‘Please know that you can always talk to any of us.’ Daisy just nods letting her tears come out. Behind her back, Sun makes sure everyone else except Taeyong and Jaehyun leave the room. Taeyong moves to sit next to Sun, he puts his hand on Daisy her thigh.

‘I am so sorry for you, but please know you can indeed talk to any of us or ask us anything. Just like Sun said.’ Taeyong tells her while still having his hand on her thigh, while Sun and Daisy are still in an embrace. Daisy looks up and thanks him for being so understanding. Jaehyun feels left out, so in order to comfort her he puts his hands on her shoulders, slowly massaging her shoulders. Hoping it would make Daisy feel better.

‘I am sorry too guys, I know you also have a hard time and here I am the one crying my eyes out.’

‘Hey! No one can control how you feel. If you feel like this then that is okay. You are part of the family no matter what,’ Taeyong explains to her, calming her down. Daisy nods, understanding what Taeyong meant but still feeling a bit guilty. After letting go of Sun, she gave Taeyong a hug and then turned around towards Jaehyun.

‘Shall we go to your room?’ She asked Jaehyun and he nodded. Not really understanding her sudden change, but accepting it. So they leave the dining area and make their way up to Jaehyun’s  room. Once they arrive in the room, Daisy let’s go of the tears she was holding back and hugs Jaehyun. ‘Thank you for everything, you are the best.’ Keeping her arms around Jaehyun he moves them towards his bed. He sits her on his bed, walking away.

‘I will be back, just wait,’ Jaehyun tells his best friend, while walking towards the bathroom attached to his room to find clothes. When he found a shirt for Daisy and changed himself into something more comfortable he walks back into his room. While Daisy is still on his bed, she has fallen asleep. She must be really tired from everything Jaehyun thinks. He should be letting her sleep, so he goes and changes her outfit into the shirt he choose for her. He has done it many times before, whenever Daisy would drink too much. This time however it feels different, he feels the sadness all over her.

After changing Daisy and brushing his own teeth, he walks back to his bed. Getting underneath the duvet and hugging Daisy. Stroking his fingers through her dark hair, he slowly falls asleep.

A/n: hope you all like this one as well. I hope to just post next weeks update, but if I can't it is because I don't have anything left that I have already written. So now I need to write/finish the next chapter in a week, and I am a slow writer, so I am curious as to what will happen.

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